#sub yeonjun smut

[hyewka]

warnings. sub!tyun, noona!reader, desperate shit, degrading, use of whore/slut, handjob

flirt freshman!taehyun who, even if he looks polite and at times would even be described as cute, is definitely a heartbreaker. stringing along, fucking, then ghosting.

you see right through his nice guy act when he subtly hits on you, flashing you his white pearls, blinding smile that show off his dimpled cheeks and the way his eyes form into crescents, his simple charms almost, almost having an effect on you. but you know better, you’ve already passed this chapter of your life, getting yourself fucked over by cute assholes. so you reject any and all advances that he makes on you, even as so far as to completely ignore him whenever he addresses you in a group setting.

you wanted to protect yourself, because again, you knew better. but what you dont realize is how often your blatant rejections have been either straight up cruelly humiliating or just plain harsh to the younger boy. not until you’re stuck with taehyun as you awkwardly wait in the car for your friends.

“why dont you like me?” he starts, quiet as he looks out the window. you turn to look at him, a little astonished that he decided to confront you. then you quickly recollect yourself, clearing your throat.

“who told you that?”

he scoffs, a sneer retching his expression. “you’re kidding aren’t you? i don’t think i know anybody more repulsed with me than you. everyone can see it. you almost jumped out of the car when they told you i was going to sit in the back tonight.”

it’s like hes been keeping all of his thoughts behind a lock with how fast everything spilled out of his mouth and you take in a breath. “okay now that’s an exaggeration.”

“not really.”

then it falls silent again, hearing the distant horns of cars and you awkwardly shift. he’s right, its not.

then suddenly, his eyes shift from the window to you, and the eye contact catches you off guard, you can make out the slight furrow of his brows and the small pout that rests on his lips—you’ve never seen him look like that. you avert your gaze almost immediately.

but he’s still staring. and it has you nervously tapping your finger on your lap.

“i like you, noona.”

your eyes widen a little. not because of the confession, you knew it was coming eventually. something about this variation of gentleness with his voice that you don’t think you’ve quite heard…ever coming from a man has your heart beat just a little faster. noona? its nothing new coming from taehyun, but your hands still slight dig into the fabric of your skirt. “if that wasn’t already obvious enough.” he says bitterly with a non humored laugh.

you spend the entire night, staring at your blank empty google doc, wallowing in all thoughts related to taehyun. it kind of pisses you off that he’s managed to chip a little away from your wall, you usually disperse any thought that comes up in your head that has to do with him. but now you choose to give yourself a leeway, just a little to think over whether he was being genuine, and whatever happened in the car was taehyun serving his heart on the platter to be so…vulnerable, or if it was just the last trick up his sleeve to lure you in like a toy he can’t have.

but then you remember the little features—the way his brows slightly turned up, the way his bottom lip instinctively stuck out, just a tiny bit—the way his eyes twinkled, just somewhat, as cliché as it is to say, it felt genuine, real.

when taehyun sends you a text that night, with a string of other unread messages from weeks or days ago before it—you come to the conclusion that he likes you, really likes you.

sorry, ignore what i said today

i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable around me any more than you do

your heart swells a little, simultaneously feeling the guilt conscience slowly creeping up on you. maybe you really did misread him this entire time.

so imagine your surprise when the next time you see taehyun, a week later, it’s at a frat party, looking down at a girl clinging onto his arms with those same twinkling eyes, smile, dimples, gentle look—eventually laughing then biting down on his lips as he looks away, the red on tips of his ears making you fume more than you’d admit. you don’t know what it was, what exactly made you insane enough to stomp over to him in long strides, wobbly pushing through the drunks, seeing red as you grab taehyun by the arm when he’s of reach—the surprised look on his face only lasting for a second before you furiously turn around, dragging him away from the confused girl that he was getting way too flirty with.

he could’ve easily shaken off your grip, it was weak, but he followed, he let you take him, only when you push him in a non occupied room and lock the door does he finally say something.

“hey, what the fuck was that—”

then you go for it. throwing all logical justifications and reasoning, you pull him into you harshly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips onto his. you don’t know what you expected, up to now it felt like you’ve been on airplane mode, but you know it wasn’t what taehyun returns. even if youre the one who came onto him first, he kisses back even more passionately, leaning into you, so quick to be receptive, hands going up to your cheeks as he lets you walk him hard into the door, latching onto your lips as if its a taste of a drug that has him hooked right from the first dose.

he’s so…desperate, it scares you, and turns you on at the same time. every time you try to pull away a little he reels you back almost immediately following your lips, the kiss becoming open mouthed as he breathes in and gets more and more messy, sloppy—he’s so sloppy, it’s the last thing you expected from him.

you finally manage to pull away, both of you catching your breath, with his lips glistening and red, mouth agape, chest heaving, up and down as he stares stunned.

“wha—um, so—fuck, sorry, no wait—” hes stumbling over his words. again, something taehyun never does. whenever hes spoken to you, it always felt so calculated, like every word hes thought over, because it felt so perfect. hes always collected.

you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you, with those god damn adorable brown eyes.

“kindly, shut the fuck up.”

his brows twitch a little, but he’s still silent.

your eyes search for something in his, you don’t know what, but it feels like you’ve gotten a green light, sighing. “i wanna fuck you.”

“shit.” he marvels, feeling his breath against your palm, his eyes still just as wide. you don’t know what exactly he’s thinking but if the dick already poking against your thigh was any indication, it was that he wanted it. really bad.

you slip your hand off his lips, then you whisper, fixated on how plump they are, “open your mouth.”

he blinks confused, hesitant until you take it upon yourself to rub your thigh against the tent in his pants, having him almost immediately buckle as he lets out a sinful groan. you should know he’s probably not into what you’re into, so you ease into it, testing the waters as you press yourself flush against him, rubbing your leg up and down against his clothed dick. “feel good?”

“y-yeah, shit, noona, please touch me.”

“i am touching you,” you swipe your hand over his bottom lip, fuck, they really are pretty. and so kissable. you’re shocked you haven’t kissed them sooner.

“no, i want your hand.”

you scoff, he’s so confident with what he wants, and so demanding. bratty. he’s probably so used to dominating. “this isn’t enough? me getting off your crusty dick isn’t enough for you? you’re feeling good, aren’t you?”

you press harder and with no consent of his own, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears running red again. your thumb slips into his mouth, easing into it, slowly, before you fully press on his tongue as the friction of your knees against his cock gets more and more frantic and torturous. “you tell me you like me then decide i’m not worth the headache, a week later you run off to another innocent girl you’ll try to break the heart of after getting your fill. someone needs to keep you in check for becoming such an asshole, no? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding him another finger in his mouth so he can’t retort like you know the smartass in him would do.

he sucks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue licking eagerly…fuck, how badly did you misread him?

but you can tell with the way his eyes involuntarily water, and the way he shakes his vehemently, he still has the audacity to deny everything.

you scoff, slipping them out of his mouth, string of his saliva coating your fingers and shoving that hand down his pants, promplty grabbing his dick, marveling at the soft, wet feel. he already spilled so much pre-cum—slut. he likes this.

“you don’t like me, you have no right to be jea—hahhh..fuck, you can’t be jealous, you c-can’t. shit, faster, faster please noona, noona…” he whines, delirious as he gets lost at the feeling of your hand, bucking his hips, clearly getting frustrated with how irritatingly slow you’re tugging at his dick.

“i don’t. i don’t like you. i don’t like slutty men who’re bad.”

he whimpers, and fuck does that noise have you pooling your underwear.

“how have i been bad? how? i’m always good to you, i always—”

you twist your hand a little and his head immedietely falls back against the door, mouth hung open as he lets out pathetic, needy pants, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“like it? is it how you imagined it’d feel to have my hands wrapped around your cock?” you press, kissing down his jawline, hand letting out wet sounds as you jerk him off with more speed

“yes, yes, so much better noona, so much—” he chokes on his own words when you suck on his neck, feeling him let out shuddering breaths. cute.

when you use your other hand to trail up under his shirt, feeling up his muscle, you can hear him gulp, and for whatever reason, it turns you on even more.

“fuck, you’ve been trying to dom me, haven’t you?” he breathes out.

you let out an airy laugh out of your nose, grazing your thumb over his nipple, the hitch of his breath being your undoing. “i have been domming you—this entire time. what, don’t like it when a womans in charge?”

he shakes his head immediately, “no, no, i like it. i really do, i like it a lot. i like it when its you, noona.”

even when you have his mind sent to overdrive, he still knows exactly what to say to have your heart racing, it’s dangerous.

“hm?” you hum, throat dry, trying to forget the comment thats repeating over and over in your head. he likes it when its you. you scoff a laugh, “you really know how to get a girl going huh?”

“would treat you right. give me a chance noona, i’ll treat you like a queen.”

“a queen?” you laugh, then pretend to ponder on it as you play with his bud more, his dick leaking through your hand—he’s enjoying it all too much. “think would like goddess more.”

he moans wantonly when you thumb his tip, then transitioning to jacking off his shaft in frantic speed, it gets him delirious. “goddess, goddess, fuck—i’ll treat you like a goddess baby, swear.”

“sure you wouldn’t ghost me?”

his breath hitches again, head dipping into your shoulder, jaw practically hung open, mix of moans and whines spilling out of his mouth dumbly—who would’ve thought, huh? “never. so pretty, you’re so pretty and smart, and and—”

“such a slut, just want your dick touched and you’ll say anything.”

you feel him shake his head, still panting heavily as he grabbles onto you for support. he’s clingier than you expected, he holds onto you so often.

“faster…faster please, ‘m sososo close.” he sobs, his shaky breath fanning on your shoulder.

you chuckle, giving him what he wants, the wet squelching sounds heightening until he breaks. “gonna—gonna-” he spills before he could even finish his sentence, with a high pitched noise he cums in his pants, no doubt creating a big stain in the area of his crotch.

well, shit.

but when he lifts his head, a dopey smile on his face, eyes glazed over still, you think he might not mind all too much.

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note. long overdue sub taehyun and a noona smut from me 🙏 did they fuck. no. will there be a future continuation of this au. perhaps.

[fairyofshampgyu]

HARD THOUGHTS/DRABBLES MASTERLIST ! ☆:

sub! yeonjun thoughts

blowjob w yeonjun

slut sub yeonjun

vibrating butt plug w yeonjun

nipple play w soobin

dumbification w soobin

pillow humper soobin

dom! stoner gyu

hair pulling w gyu

tying gyu w ribbons

nipple play w gyu

nipple piercings gyu

himbo gyu

nsfw link gyu eating you out

nsfw link pegging beomgyu

nsfw link marking gyu’s tummy

nsfw link virgin gyu

nsfw link gyu w fleshlight

nsfw link house husband gyu

praise kink w buff gyu

gyu sucking your strap

ear kink w gyu 😭

neck kink w gyu

silly goofy sex w gyu

tracing hickeys post sex w gyu

pegging beomgyu

perv switchy gyu

more switch gyu

gyu in a bunny outfit

beomgyu w sensitive thighs

bratty needy beomgyu

drunk needy gyu

shower sex w gyu

angel/devil beomkai

perv pillow humper kai

body worship w Kai

sub! taehyun thoughts

sub hybrid txt

bad astrology txt thoughts

[ryxiez]

nsfw txt links

sub!txt pt.2 (gn!reader)

: ̗̀➛ Kai sends you a video of him using the new toy you got him for when he's away on tour. Let’s just say he’s having a lot of fun on his own now.

: ̗̀➛ After a stressful day of dance practice, the only way Taehyun can relax is by jacking off to the thought of you, but of course he prefers the real you.

: ̗̀➛ Beomgyu is so squirmy when you try to pleasure him. Holding his hand through it, you give him the sweetest hand job he could imagine.

: ̗̀➛ Soobin wouldn’t stop begging for a quickie during the stage rehearsal today so after it was over you pulled him aside for a hand job.

: ̗̀➛ Someone needed to put bratty Yeonjun in his place. Tying him up will hopefully help him learn his lesson the next time he decides to act up.

[taegimood]

i’ve never ventured this far into male sub territory but… here are some thoughts on pegging txt 🫣 (if you don’t like it, don’t read it~!)

subby soogyu ; switch kai ; dom taejun

NSFW — MDNI

masterlist

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this is in no particular order other than the order that they came to mind in, but firstly,

⇢ beomgyu: oh man… he’d be shy about it at first, and rather than him bringing it up, you’re the one who gently approaches the topic after getting the inkling that it’s something he wants to try;

laying on his stomach while you take him in pronebone, his whimpers muffled by the pillow he’s hiding his flushed face in, full of uncontrollable little gasps and trembles as you steadily rock against him with your hands gently squeezing his hips.

“feels good, baby?” you’d ask, and all he’d be able to do is nod quickly into the pillow, so shy over how easily he’s falling apart for you like this.

your thrusts eventually growing firmer and he’d start rutting his hips into the mattress, hard leaking cock aching for friction — you wouldn’t let him, giving him a small spank that results in his desperate, muffled groan, his head finally shifting to the side a little to peek up at you over his shoulder with hazy, watery eyes.

“please,” he’d grit softly, all his usual brattiness flown far out the window when you’re inside him (until he starts getting used to it, at least, but that’s a whole other story).

you’d reach down to slide your hand up his back and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, just enough for his head to lift slightly off the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping open around a moan as you push in as deep as you can go — the unfamiliar nudge against his prostrate would have him cumming immediately against the sheets with a strangled noise and a jolt of his hips. belly sticky with his own release, you let his head drop back down against the pillow as he lays there panting, eyes heavy-lidded and fingers still gripping the pillow’s edges tightly as you soothe him down from his high.

(you may even sneak some overstimulation in there via handjob right afterwards, much to his mewling, hip-bucking surprise).

it’s safe to say then that you’ll definitely be doing this with him again.

⇢ soobin: it doesn’t happen particularly often, but you’d just have a way of knowing when he needs it; coming home tired and overworked, feeling the weight of leadership and responsibility on his shoulders, needing someone else to take care of him even if only for a little while.

there’s a special look reserved for these occasions, one where he doesn’t even need to say anything, one that you understand the meaning of immediately when he trudges sullenly through the door.

similar to beomgyu, i can picture him laying on his stomach; one knee bent and cheek resting against the pillow while you roll your hips against him, gently but firmly gripping his ass for leverage. his eyes squeezed shut as he bites down on the corner of the sheet in his grasp, a futile half-assed attempt at muffling the sweet staccato moans that bubble past his lips, drool collecting at the corners — though he doesn’t care about any of that right now, only focused on how good it feels to let go, his hips jumping every time his weeping cock rubs against the sheets beneath him from the steady movements of your thrusts.

he’d groan gutturally every time you degrade him, a contrast to his otherwise higher-pitched sounds; “dumb baby just wants to get fucked, huh? just wants to lay there all stupid and take it?”

and alternatively, when you later have him turn over onto his back so you can offer stimulation to his poor aching cock, whimpers fall from his pouty lips both from the feeling and from your praise as you lean down towards him with a gentle hand around his throat and whisper, “you’re so perfect, binnie, ‘m so proud of you.”

between your words and the way your free hand strokes him perfectly in time with your now deeper-angled thrusts, it wouldn’t be long before his cum is spilling out over your fist and all over his abs with a sharp, gasping moan as his large hand wraps desperately around your much smaller wrist while you lightly squeeze his throat. afterwards you’d lean down to pepper his cheeks in soft kisses, and his eyes would slide shut with a sigh as he shakily breathes, “thank you.”

⇢ yeonjun: okay, with yeonjun it would be especially fun. i definitely do see him as a dom, but i also see him as someone willing to try lots of things — so he’d agree to let you try pegging him not even because he’s into it but just because he’s down to experiment and have fun with it if it’s something you want to do.

so while it may be more in your interest than it is in his, that certainly wouldn’t stop him from putting his whole yeonussy into it. no toxic masculinity to be found! he’s a confident guy; ever the performer, he wouldn’t be afraid to go ass up for you, his moans filthy and pornographic as you fuck into him from behind, giggles falling past your lips as he grins up at you devilishly over his shoulder. he loves to see you enjoying yourself, and he’s definitely not above admitting how good it actually does feel — so it’s safe to say that this kinky experiment would be a successful one for the both of you.

“fuck, harder,” he’d groan, head slumping down into the pillows with his lip between his teeth, smirking around a satisfied, gasped-out moan when you comply. despite being the bottom here, he’d be more of a yapper in this situation than you; not even the switch in dynamics can stop him from spewing all kinds of nasty things as he pushes back against your hips to meet your thrusts.

“how’d you learn to fuck this good, huh, princess? shit, just like that, yeah- fuck, give it to me- god, you’re so deep. is this how you feel when i’m rearranging your guts? ah-!”

the spank you’d land on his ass in response would only make him cockier, a breathless laugh turned shameless moan as he presses his upper body down against the sheets and arches his back further for you.

“i must be a good teacher,” he’d slur with a shit-eating grin.

“shut up,” you’d reply back, reaching around with one hand to firmly pump his stiff cock, which of course only does the opposite of getting him to shut up — though you don’t complain, not when you’re so turned on by his eagerness, not when you already know that he’ll be letting you try this on him again.

⇢ taehyun: now i’m sorry to all my sub!tyun enthusiasts out there, but... i think he would shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY lmfao 😭

i see taehyun as a pure dom — you’d propose the idea to him more as a silly musing than anything, but the unimpressed, brow-quirked look he’d give you would be similar enough to his notorious brat taming stare that it would have you backtracking on your words right away.

i think he’d even go as far as to do the opposite and fuck you stupid instead in response, leaving you too drunk on his cock to even remember why you wanted to try pegging him in the first place as he challenges in your ear while he’s got you bent practically in half, “still wanna put it in my ass?”

BUT,,, this is a post abt pegging, so.. hypothetically, if taehyun really were to let you put it in his ass, here’s how i think it would go.

now let’s remember that taehyun is also a spontaneous and adventurous person in general. so perhaps that would be one of the driving points in him agreeing, but i think the main thing that would finally make him relent is the fact that in the end, he always prioritizes your pleasure and if it’s something you really want to try, he’d let you do it at least once.

begrudgingly settling back against the pillows when it’s time, slightly propped up as you situate yourself between his legs — abs clenching and a small hiss from between his teeth as you slowly enter him, your hand wrapping around his cock with a squeeze as you slide it up to circle your thumb around the tip.

he’d inhale sharply when you eventually bottom out; his hands gripping the tops of your thighs, still somehow holding an air of control even in this situation. he’d even reach down to circle his fingers around your clit as you begin to move in and out of him, your lips parting around a small mewl as you pump his cock in time with the pace of his fingers, his eyes boring up into yours almost challengingly the entire time in a way that leaves you breathless.

you’d become enamored, though, with the way he eventually starts to fall apart, even though he fights hard to keep control of himself — his breaths gradually growing quicker and heavier, teeth gritting and grip on you tightening before his lips would finally part in a small, pretty noise that takes you completely by surprise.

his usual deep grunts would be replaced by choked, breathy sounds in a pitch that you’ve only ever heard when he sings; and that’s when you’d start to get bold, testing the waters, repeatedly edging his throbbing cock and — much to his surprise — pushing his hands away when he’d try to take back some semblance of control.

“fuck, come on, babe-“ “i decide when you cum this time, tyunnie.” a breathless, disbelieving laugh on his end — “oh, you do, huh? you better be careful, doll, or you’re gonna- a-ah!- regret that later-“

at first he’d find your attempt at dominance amusing, cute — until it’s not, because then he’d even begin to think that it’s hot. you’d never have imagined you’d have your big, strong, dominant boyfriend groaning and gasping so pliantly underneath you like this, but when he finally cums, he’s immediately slumping limply back against the pillows with panting breaths and twitching hips.

your triumph doesn’t last too long, however, when he brings his hand to your throat to pull you down into a firm kiss — you already know that he was definitely not lying about putting you in your place later, which you can’t even pretend to protest to as your neglected pussy clenches pathetically in response. (“this slutty little pussy can’t even go a day without needing my cock to fill it up, can it?” he’d tsk mockingly in your ear later as he fucks you face down into the mattress).

not sure how easily he’d let you peg him again, but i will say it may not be the last time he lets you edge him.

⇢ kai: cue calm huening smile that makes you think you’re dead meat for a second when you first suggest it..

nah but i think hyuka would be patient with your ideas, surprisingly willing to go along with them most of the time, so on days when you skip over to him with the strap he just *small sigh* “okay 🙂”

he enjoys it when you dote on him anyway, so he can’t really complain whenever you situate him into a nest of pillows and plushies, smiling up at you sweetly with his hands on your waist as you cover him in kisses and promises that you’ll make him feel good.

he knows that you will; his head tipping back into the pillows and eyes sliding shut with a slow, breathy sigh as you enter him, his fingers tightening marginally in their soft grip on your skin, your lips on his neck as you rock into him making him hum out a quiet noise that soon turns into a whimper when you wrap your hand around his thick cock and slowly begin to stroke.

you wouldn’t need to keep doing that for long, though, because he’d soon begin rolling his hips up instead, fucking himself into your hand in a steady rhythm as he looks up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

neither of you would really need to say much; all soft noises and quiet whispers, his large hands wandering your body all the while, and you would know he’s getting close when the room starts to fill with the lewd wet sounds of his cock squelching in your hand, leaking more and more pre-cum the deeper you go — his back would arch with a whimpered groan, eyes squeezing shut as his head falls back, and you then pressing down to nip and kiss at his exposed jaw with a particularly punctuated thrust would be all that it takes for his release to spurt from his tip and coat the both of your bellies in creamy white.

you’d both giggle a little in the aftermath when you coo at him, and he’s happy that you’re happy, wanting to return the favor once the strap is off as he begins guiding your hips up towards his face for a well-deserved meal. (well-deserved for who? no one knows, cuz it’s a win/win for you both).

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a/n - my bad i didn’t mean for terry’s part to be so much longer i got lost in the sauce

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[bamtor1sss]

FREAK

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office worker!yeonjun x f!reader // specical thanks to @bambiihee and her cute anon that made me think of this idea!! sloppy kisses 2 u both

warning : tying jun down (duh!!), handjob, whiny!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader,IS not proofread, reader is girly? idk is that a warning..?

AN: coughs coughs anons should slide into my inbox!!

when yeonjun first met you he was so enamored by your sweet girl aura, so shy, so girly, so dainty!! gosh he was obsessed with the way you styled your hair & and the cute little pink hair clips you’d add. you always dressed professional for the office space but you’d add you own cute touch of soft pastel colors and cute little bows!! the pastel keychains on your purse and keys that he thought were just so cute~

whenever deadlines were getting close and work was stressful, and to top it off your boss was being excruciatingly hard on the workers—you would never be caught talking back, never gossiping about anyone or saying a negative thing about your higher-ups. 

yeonjun was always a pretty calm, collective guy, but something about your sweet aura made him loose his composure so quickly!! when he’d see you in the break room he’d try to (nonchalantly) start a conversation with you. the moment he heard you let out a soft breathy laugh out he nearly lost it… biting his plush lips and looking away, mumbling something about how cute you were~!!

yes yeonjun finding you absolutely adorable did cause him to slip up (most of the time) like of course he zoned out during very important meetings, mindlessly staring at you while printing copies at the machine which led to him printing fifty copies of the same paper when he only needed two… yikes!

so just his luck when you, your shy—timid self asked if yeonjun could stay a little after work to help you with a paper you’d been struggling on, he couldn’t say no!! barely any workers were there—perfect opportunity to pounce… well is what he though~ turns out that night made him even more soft for you and absolutely horrendously down bad for every little thing you did.

slowly you started being more conversational with him and didn’t shy away from him so quickly!! you both ate breakfast and lunch together! even timing your water breaks so you could small talk even for a few seconds~

lunch breaks and small water runs slowly turned into  little surprises at your desk, handwritten cards, cute little sticky notes and a plushie keychain you’d been wanting for so long!! you just couldn’t contain your happy little squeal when you saw the exact plush you’d been wanting for weeks now sitting on your desk!!

dating in the office was a big nono but  yeonjun always snuck in little kisses from you… i mean you were so easy to fluster and tease—you’d constantly have to scold him how you never wanted to get in trouble and would have to remain professional on work grounds!! 

you were a sweet girlfriend nonetheless!! but oh how surprised he was when you said you wanted to try something out, after so many vanilla make out sessions and some soft foreplay he’d never in a million years thought you’d be into this??

using his own tie from his shirt to tie his arms together behind his back!! and goodness he would’ve thought you were lying when you said you had zero experience on giving handjobs because—you’d start off so fast and then stop when you heard how whiny he got!! you’d be so worried “does it feel okay? your voice keeps getting higher? does it hurt?” which felt more like you were mocking him… either way he was too out of it to care after you basically denied him of his orgasm two times now, nodding profusely for you to just continue~

lips bitten until they’re swollen as he looked up at you from messy bangs!! like he so fascinated at your face!! so concentrated as you worked on him—when you accidentally twisted your hands it made yeonjun go insane!!

“m’aaah!—you’re so fucking insane y/n—mmngh” he’d whine as it felt like you were egging him on more than anything !! his hips twitching desperately :( 

you watched in pure fascination as his face contorted in pleasure once he finally got the release he wanted~!! gosh you found it more enjoyable than you thought ehe

and omg he had the stupidest grin on his face the next morning when he saw you at the office.. not you making him feel shy and giggly!!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ @lwriina sowwy i forgot to tag u in my soobin hard thought mwa mwa im sorry

[enimsiyobeht]

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE? txt hard thought.

synopsis : txt ot5 (separately) x amab reader (could be seen as a service top)! & their love language during sex. risky setting (practice room; yj), minor dry humping (yj), spit as lube (yj), subtle exhibitionism (yj), mirror play if you squint (yj), worship kink if you squint, yj’s sect. is pretty vanilla imo, hehehe panties (bin), name calling ('good boy'; bin), heavy praise (bin), subtle worship kink (bin), i believe all of these sect. are going to be pretty vanilla, risky setting (gyu), heavy praise x dirty talk (gyu), subtle exhibitionism (gyu), riding (gyu) mirror play (gyu), name calling ('pretty boy'; gyu), blowjob (tae receiving), minor edging (tae), obvious worship kink (tae), minor thigh riding (kai), heavy praise x dirty talk (kai), riding (kai). t, t, teach me all about your love language.

YEONJUN & physical touch.

The door clicks shut behind you, and Yeonjun’s already pressing himself into your chest like he hasn’t felt you in days. It’s only been a few hours, but that’s how he gets—needy when he’s stressed, clingy when he's overthinking, insatiable when he's not getting touched the way he wants.

And right now? He’s not asking for it with words.

He's begging with his body.

“Thought you had rehearsal,” you murmur, fingers curling under the hem of his oversized tee. It’s barely hiding the growing bulge in his sweats. “Shouldn’t you be warming up?”

“I am,” he whispers, lips brushing your jaw. “Just not with stretches.”

His hands travel beneath your hoodie, fingers spreading over your bare back like he needs the contact to breathe. Yeonjun kisses you with slow hunger, his hips twitching forward—already rubbing himself against your thigh, soaking friction through soft cotton. You feel him shake when you grab his ass in both hands and squeeze.

“This what you needed?” you ask, voice low in his ear. “Just wanted to be touched, huh?”

He nods so fast it makes you grin. “All day,” he whines, his voice so soft it’s almost broken. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

There’s no couch in this practice room, so you pull him toward the mirror wall instead, gripping his chin and kissing him until he gasps. You press him right up against the glass, hold him there with your chest to his back, one hand sliding beneath the waistband of his sweats.

“You're already hard,” you murmur, feeling the heat of his cock against your palm. “So fucking needy. What would the others think if they saw you like this?”

“D-Don’t say that,” he breathes, squirming, but he’s pushing back against you harder now. “Feels good…”

You don’t waste time. One hand keeps teasing him through his briefs while the other tugs them down, letting his cock spring free—already leaking at the tip, red and aching.

His breath fogs the mirror. His body melts into yours.

And then you take your time.

You touch every inch of him like he’s yours to map. Stroke over his chest, tease his nipples until he whimpers, kiss the back of his neck as your cock presses against the cleft of his ass through your clothes. You don’t even need to be inside him yet. The desperation’s all in his sighs, his writhing, the way he begs under his breath without realizing it.

“Touch me everywhere,” he whispers, trembling. “Don’t stop, please—need your hands, want all of you—”

“I’ve got you,” you promise, and you mean it. “You’re gonna get everything, baby. Just keep begging like that.”

You drop your sweats just enough, spit into your hand, and slick yourself up. He gasps when the head of your cock pushes against him, right where his body’s softest—wet and twitching already from the way you’ve been touching him. You press in slow, slow, slow—and he nearly folds, a broken cry stifled in his arm against the mirror.

“Shh,” you whisper, one hand slipping under his shirt to feel his chest heaving. “You wanted it, remember?”

You thrust deep.

And he feels it—arch of his back, his moans, the way he claws at the mirror like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. Every stroke is close contact: your chest to his spine, your lips on his shoulder, your fingers tangled with his. He’s crying out with every thrust, but it’s not from the pace—it’s from the touch.

He needs it all.

Needs to be held, needs to feel your skin, your hands, your cock, your breath ghosting over his ear as he falls apart. You whisper sweet things to him—how good he feels, how tight he is, how you’ll never let anyone else see him like this.

When he comes, it’s with your name on his lips and your hand on his heart, body trembling in your arms.

You don’t let go until he’s stopped shaking.

Even then, you pull him back against your chest and stroke his hair while he calms down. He turns in your arms, kisses you slow, and smiles like you just gave him life.

“You’re always so good to me,” he murmurs, dazed and wrecked.

You smile against his cheek. “Touch is free, baby. I’ll give you all of it.”

SOOBIN & gift giving.

Soobin didn’t expect anything when you walked in with the small box.

They’d just wrapped a long day of press, and the rest of the members had retreated to their own rooms, exhausted. You’d waited—waited until he was alone, until he’d dropped his bag and flopped face-down into the bed. Until he was soft and tired and relaxed enough to let his guard fall.

Then you’d pulled the box from your hoodie pocket, and he blinked at it like it might bite him.

“You didn’t have to,” he murmured, sitting up slowly. His hair was messy, his cheeks pink from the hot shower he’d just taken. “What’s the occasion?”

“You,” you said simply, sitting beside him. “You’re the occasion.”

Soobin smiled shyly and opened the box.

Inside was a slim gold ring—minimal, elegant, sized perfectly for his finger. But it wasn’t just the ring that made him flush. It was what lay beneath it: a pair of delicate black lace panties, barely enough fabric to cover anything, stitched with his initials in the waistband.

“You’re serious?” he whispered, voice a little breathy already.

“I thought you might like them,” you murmured, fingers brushing his thigh. “Or at least… like what happens when you wear them.”

That’s all it takes.

He slips the panties on, right there on the edge of the bed, hips shyly rocking forward as the lace slides up his thighs. They hug him perfectly—snug and sheer, his cock already tenting the fabric a little. You reach forward, cup him through it, and he gasps.

“You’re such a good boy for me, you know that?” you whisper against his neck. “Always grateful. Always so pretty.”

Soobin shivers, then nods, hands clinging to your sleeves.

You press him back onto the pillows, slow and reverent like he’s the actual gift here. His legs fall open without you asking. The lace only comes off when he’s moaning into your mouth, and even then you toss it aside carefully—something to savor later.

You go down on him slow, your mouth teasing the underside of his cock while your hands roam every inch of his thighs. He’s vocal, but not loud. Every soft “ah—” and “please…” is sweet and low, like he’s afraid of being too much. You make sure he knows he never is.

When you finally slide into him, you do it with one hand interlocked in his, the other lifting his thigh just enough to push deeper. He’s soaked, trembling, taking you perfectly.

“You feel that?” you whisper, thrusting slow. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he chokes out, nails digging into your arm. “Fuck—feels so good, please don’t stop—”

You don’t.

You gift him your praise, your mouth. You unwrap every sound he gives you like a secret just for tonight. And when he comes—legs shaking, voice cracking, eyes glossy—you kiss his temple and promise him more. Always more.

After, he’s curled into your chest, wearing nothing but the ring.

“You spoil me,” he murmurs, kissing your collarbone.

You smile against his hair. “Not nearly enough.”

BEOMGYU & words of affirmation.

Beomgyu was still catching his breath from the last dance run-through, hair stuck to his forehead, shirt clinging to his chest with sweat. You watched him from where you sat against the mirrored wall, legs splayed out, arms resting on your knees.

“You know you’re good, right?”

He glanced at you in the reflection, rolling his eyes like it didn’t matter, but you caught the subtle twitch in his lips.

“You’re not saying that just because you wanna fuck me?” he teased, voice lilting.

You smirked. “I always want to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

He laughed softly, shaking his head, but you saw the way his cheeks warmed, how he turned just slightly toward you, like he couldn’t help it.

“C’mere.”

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then he crossed the floor and slid into your lap, thighs straddling you, his eyes lowered like he didn’t quite know where to look.

Your hands found his waist. His pulse was racing.

“I watch you,” you murmured against his throat, kissing softly, “and I don’t know how you don’t see it.”

“See what?”

“How fucking beautiful you are.”

Beomgyu whimpered—soft, barely audible—but his hips pushed forward into yours. He was already hard in his shorts, and when your palm slid down to feel him, he jerked at the contact.

“I mean it,” you whispered, voice rougher now. “When you’re dancing, when you’re on stage, when you’re underneath me… You’re always so perfect for me.”

“You’re just saying that,” he mumbled, but he was trembling, breath picking up.

You pressed your forehead to his. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean. You take my cock like you were made for it. Always so wet, so tight, begging so pretty.”

His mouth dropped open. “F-Fuck…”

“You wanna be praised, don’t you?” you coaxed, fingers slipping into his waistband. “Wanna be told how good you are while I fuck you right here, in front of the mirror?”

He nodded frantically, rocking his hips against your hand.

You pulled his shorts and briefs down just enough to expose him, then lifted him slightly, guiding him down onto your cock with both of you gasping at the stretch. He clenched hard around you, forehead against yours, legs trembling already.

“That’s it,” you breathed, holding his hips as you thrust up into him. “Look how pretty you ride me. You’re so good, baby. So fuckin’ good.”

His eyes fluttered shut, mouth slack as he bounced on your cock, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. He kept sneaking glances at the mirror, watching the way you held him like he was yours, the way your praise never stopped.

“You’re doing so well,” you whispered, nipping his jaw. “Taking all of me, letting me use you like this. You’re perfect, Beomgyu. My pretty boy.”

That was what pushed him over—your voice, your words, your cock buried deep while he broke apart on top of you. He came hard, whimpering, trembling all over, moaning out your name like a prayer.

You fucked him through it, slowed down only when he was fully spent, and then kissed his flushed cheek, brushing sweat-damp hair from his eyes.

“Say it back,” you whispered.

“…I’m your pretty boy,” he mumbled against your shoulder, voice hoarse.

You smiled, heart pounding. “Damn right you are.”

TAEHYUN & acts of service.

He came back to the room exhausted.

Didn’t say much. Just peeled off his jacket, dropped his bag by the door, and sat on the bed like his body had finally caught up with the weight of the day. You didn’t ask how it went—you already knew. The tight smile he gave the staff, the way his fingers flexed every time he thought no one was looking, the quiet “I’m fine” that wasn’t fine.

“Shower’s ready,” you said softly.

He glanced up, surprised, and blinked slowly. “You didn’t have to…”

You stepped between his knees and leaned down, brushing hair from his face. “I wanted to. Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?”

His throat worked around a swallow, and for the first time since walking in, he let himself lean into you.

You helped him strip. Slowly. Carefully. Like unwrapping something delicate.

He didn’t resist when you led him into the bathroom, didn’t flinch when you soaped his back, even tilted his head for you to wash his hair, eyes closing at the gentle drag of your fingers. When you kissed his shoulder, he exhaled, barely audible.

Back in the room, you laid him out on the bed, towel around his waist, body warm and pliant. You dropped soft kisses across his chest, then down his belly, then lower—until he gasped as your mouth settled between his legs, mouthing over his cock until it filled and twitched under your attention.

He whimpered, voice still quiet. “Y-You’re too good to me.”

You looked up, lips slick. “You deserve it. Always.”

You edged him with your mouth until he was trembling, until he was grabbing at the sheets and shaking his head like he couldn’t take more—but you didn’t stop until he was breathless and begging.

Then you moved back up, kissed him long and slow, and pulled his knees up gently.

You made it easy for him. No pressure, no rush. Just the slick glide of your cock pressing in while your hand held his, fingers interlocked. He moaned into your mouth and clung to you, legs wrapping around your waist like instinct.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered, kissing the tear slipping down his cheek. “Just let me take care of it.”

And he did.

Let you move inside him slow and deep, let you whisper everything he needed to hear. That he was strong. That he did enough. That you loved him like this—soft and undone beneath you, every part of him yours to worship.

He came like he was unraveling, biting your shoulder, hips twitching under your grip. After, you stayed tucked against him, holding him tight through every tremble, every breath.

Later, when he was half-asleep and curled into your chest, he mumbled against your skin:

“Thank you… for everything.”

And you kissed his hair and smiled. “Always.”

HUENING KAI & quality time.

The dorm was empty for once.

No background yelling, no footsteps echoing in the hall. Just the low hum of the TV, the soft glow of a half-finished movie, and Huening Kai curled up beside you under the blanket, his head on your chest and your hand stroking his side.

He hadn’t said much since pressing play. Too relaxed to talk, too comfortable to move. His fingers would curl into your shirt every so often, like he wanted to make sure you were still there, like he needed to hold onto this.

You shifted a little and kissed his forehead.

“You good, baby?”

He nodded, slow and quiet. “Mhm… just like this.”

And he meant it.

Just like this—your hand on his waist, his body warm against yours, legs tangled under the throw blanket. You didn’t even know what the movie was about anymore. You weren’t watching it. Not really. Your focus was on him. On how he shifted when your fingers brushed lower. On the soft sigh he gave when you nuzzled into his hair.

“You’re hard,” he whispered after a beat, voice barely audible.

You chuckled. “So are you.”

A slow, nervous smile crept onto his lips as he peeked up at you. “Wanna do something about it?”

You paused the movie, letting the room fall into full silence.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

You kissed him slow, unhurried. He melted into it, arms around your neck, hips pressing forward just enough for you to feel the way he was already aching. You guided him to straddle your lap, lips never breaking. He gasped when your hands slid under his shirt, over the curve of his waist, up his spine.

“You always feel so good,” you murmured, “when you’re right here.”

You tugged his sweats down just enough to free him, let him rut into your palm while you whispered every filthy, loving thing in his ear—how pretty he looked riding your thigh, how tight he’d feel once you were inside, how much you missed having him like this.

When you finally pushed in, he clung to you, arms around your shoulders, moaning into your neck as you rocked him down onto your cock. The movie still played quietly in the background, forgotten, but the soft rhythm of your hips and the faint creak of the couch matched the slow, drawn-out pace of it all.

Neither of you were in a rush.

He kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him together, breath catching each time you thrust up into him, deep and steady. You held him close, kept him warm, kept him full—and when he came, shaking in your arms, he whispered your name like a secret.

You didn’t let go.

Even after, you stayed right there. Just holding him. Stroking his hair. Letting him press sleepy kisses to your jaw and whisper how much he loves being with you like this—quiet, slow, and full of meaning.

“I don’t care what we do,” he murmured drowsily. “As long as it’s with you.”

And you smiled against his hair.

“Me too.”

a/n : yes i am getting to requests, trust 🙏🙏 txt has just been stuck in my head and love language didn't help omggh ....

[imrllytootiredforthis]

your little office slut that gets used by you, the boss, whenever you want<3

under the desk while you do some frustrating paperwork, hoping to relieve some of that tension by sucking you off like a good little toy<3 and when you cum allllll over his face, he'll make sure to lick it all up like a good boy<3

bent over the table during meetings, all your workers trying not to make eye contact with either of you as your little toy moans like a shameless whore, spreading his legs further for you, hands helplessly grasping at the table as you fuck him within an inch of his life.

shivering at the cold glass pressed against his skin as you fuck him hard and fast against the window of your office. his face is stained pink even though he knows all those people down below can't see him, or he doesn't think so at least...

[oimitocat]

IN YOUR OCEAN | OS

choi yeonjun x m!reader

friends with benefits + TOXIC relationships + cheating + emotional abuse + smut + angst + childhood friends + non-idol!au + crying

a/n; oo my heartu, lmk what y’all think ;)

maybe loving the way your gaze falls on his skin isn’t the right thing to do. maybe smiling when you comment on how pretty he looks as he lays beneath you shouldn’t make his heart skip a beat. maybe, just maybe, eating up your praises will give him a stomach.

normally it does, especially when he sees that you leave and go straight to that girl that stole you from him. he doesn’t want to think about it. maybe he eats up everything you give him, every single time, in hopes to forget the truth. to forget the reality.

“open better baby,” you says with a teasing smile as you pull him down by his hips.

he obeys because why wouldn’t he please the love of his life? he lets out a soft sigh as you push inside. he watches you tenderly as you caress the inside of his thighs, helping him ease on you again. it’s been a while since you’ve come to his room, to his home and payed him any mind.

he knew you were busy, with your new job and everything.

“ah-“ he shakes beneath you as you thrust into him, caged under your arms.

he throws his head back as your hips fall down to meet his. the friction his sensitive dick receives when grazing against the softness of your stomach makes him moan. you grin down at him as he comes undone, ignoring the light stings from his nails scratching your back.

“baby,” he moans, “y/n-“

“you close? already?” you tease, hoisting yourself with one arm, the other one coming between your bodies. your fingers glide across the underside of his hard-on. “i haven’t even touched you,” you tease as his eyes roll back.

“missed you,” he babbles as you keep ruining him.

“yeah?” you breathe out, leaning into his face.

he nods, “mmgh, so much.” his breath stutters and you feel his walls flutter around you, “missed you so much.”

you grunt softy, the feeling of him constricting around you every now and then causing an exhilarating feeling. you thrust faster, bracing yourself on the mattress sheets again. the bed creeks at every thrust and yeonjun whimpers as your brutal pace quickens. he looks so pretty as he receives everything you give him.

you nuzzle his neck with your nose before peppering kisses on his sweaty skin. you leave a hickey somewhere there before focusing on the buildup of your climax. his warmth hugs your dick just right and when he orgasms, you groan lovingly at how his walls flutter again.

“so good, baby,” you praise him as you release your load deep in his velvety walls.

he whines softly at the praise, trembling when your hand comes between you again to gently milk his soft dick.

“so pretty,” you say softly, smiling at him.

you’re not lying, yeonjun is beautiful. with his sweaty hair matted on his forehead, his plump lips glazed with saliva. the flush on his cheeks from exertion. his shy smile — you kiss him again, a slow and tender make-out session as you’re deep inside him still. he moans softly into the kiss, your hand caresses his side as you explore his mouth with tour tongue.

this is your routine.

coming to him to come undone amidst his sheets. you smile as he slips on his fresh clothes- you come undone with him wherever inside his home. he let’s you. in his bathtub, in his living room, in his kitchen. wherever you look, chances are high you’ve fucked him there before.

he dries his hair, both of you walk into the kitchen after a shower. there’s a serenity that envelops both of you as night falls outside. you receive the delivery from a restaurant you had ordered from shortly before you and yeonjun showered.

he sets up the table, you kiss his cheek as you take your seat. it’s peaceful. something you had missed.

before becoming what you two are now — friends with benefits — he is your longest friend. childhood friend even, you know him better than anyone and anything. he’s a popular guy, well known wherever he goes. yeonjun is a dance instructor, also a part-time model. he’s more busy than you are.

still, the reason you haven’t came by for a while isn’t because of his busy life.

“y/n…” he says carefully, “what’s the deal with that girl?”

“what girl,” you ask boredly as you eat your teriyaki.

he chews slowly, eyeing you tentatively. “you know who i’m talking about.” he wants to accuse you, but he really just wants to know what the deal is. “are you two going to-“

“why do you have to bring her up after what we did? seriously, are you trying to start a fight? i don’t see you for weeks and you have the audacity to tell me i’m causing you problems?”

he sits up straigher, eyes wide. “no-! i just- i-if you have someone else then i don’t want to be having sex with you-“

“so you’re saying we’re done? i post a girl once and you think i have something with her? since when have i given you a reason to believe i want someone else?”

yeonjun’s eyes tremble, why are the two of you arguing? this isn’t what he wanted. “i’m not saying that- we agreed that if- if someone shows up then we’ll stop.”

“okay and i’ll let you know if that time comes. heavy on the if,” you glare, “stop trying to get rid of me like you don’t know how much i like you.”

something boils in the pit of his stomach, “you tell me that but we’ve been going in circles for the last year! if you want her then-“

“yah,” you slam your hand down, making him tense up. you lean in and eye him down, silently liking how quiet he becomes, “let’s look at the truth of this, i see you more than her. you matter more than her. i’m here with you, why are you painting me like the worst person out there when i’m actually not?”

yeonjun swallows, something stirs in his stomach. he doesn’t look up at you, staring down at his bowl. “..it… doesn’t change the fact you see her regardless-“

“so if i were to have an actual interest on someone, you’d want me to block you out my life?” you scoff, resting back on your chair, “so what? you want me out of your life that bad you come up with-“

“no!” he looks at you, “i-i don’t but-“

“then end of discussion,” you say sternly.

he stares at your dark orbs, his chest empty. he feels like he was backed into a corner with nowhere to go and only allowed to accept what was given. like a kicked puppy that knows he was just kicked, just hurt, but doesn’t process it and keeps wagging it’s tail.

“yeonjun…”

he swallows, looking at you with uncertainty.

“you’re more important to me than anyone else. you know that, we’ve been together all our lives basically, has nothing proved my love for you?”

“i…” he fidgets, looking down at his fingers, “just don’t make me feel like i’m a toy….”

“i would never, you’re silly for thinking that, baby.”

your hand comes to cup the side of his face, he closes his eyes and nuzzles into it. maybe he is going about this all wrong. maybe he read too much into it? he knows there are plenty of fish in the ocean, but you caught him. there’s no way you’d throw him back in… right?

“can i kiss you, junnie?”

and he nods.

and he ends up back in bed with you.

you’ve fallen into the pattern of doing this— leaving him on delivered. it’s not like he answers you quick either, then again you only text him back when he’s at work. meaning he’ll obviously answer late and by then you already know he believes you’re not free anymore. it’s mean.

it’s toxic.

at least he’s mature about it. somewhat.

you don’t post the girl, who’s actually you’re partner. if you do, you make sure you blocked yeonjun and any mutual friends. you never truly wanted to get in a relationship with her, it kind of just happened. you were hooking up with her and one day you decided to ask in hopes she’d turn you down and you could finally cut her off. after all, you were only seeking her out for sex.

in the end, she accepted.

and now you’re stuck with an annoying woman that won’t stop demanding your attention and love. somehow, you don’t mind. she’s not exactly someone you want to marry one day.

yet, you can’t find it in you to break up with her or leave yeonjun. definitely not the latter, why would you leave yeonjun? he’s everything to you.

so… why can’t you show it?

“flowers?” he asks when you appear at his door after four days of ignoring him.

“not as pretty as you,” you tease, stealing a kiss from him.

he smiles. it’s strange though, something you can’t point out.

“not as pretty as lina,” he says, smile gone.

his hands clutch the flowers. you groan.

“seriously? you’re still on about that?”

he looks disappointed, you hate it. “she has a highlight of you-“

“we’re close, that’s all. don’t you have one of me too? you and i aren’t dating.”

it stings. yeonjun looks hurt. you feel hurt. you sure have the audacity to.

“junnie stop worrying about stuff that has nothing to do with you and me-“

he steps aside when you try to lean in for a kiss. “and what are you and me?” he says, “you ignore me then you come and only seek me out for sex-“

“hey,” you huff, “that is not the only reason. i care about you, clearly you don’t care about me. all you do is jump to conclusions instead of trying to figure out the truth.”

yeonjun falters, “i… y/n… i just…” he looks away when tears fill his eyes, “i don’t want to be just… just this.”

“and you won’t baby,” you lie easily, pulling him by the waist to guide him. “can’t you believe me?”

his facial expression says enough. you kiss him, he’s tense. yet, you embrace him softly and whisper sweet nothings into his skin…. into his soul.

“y/n…” he breathes out as you kiss down his neck.

his shirt is off, so is yours. his pants are somewhere across the floor, so are yours. you caress the inside of his thigh.

you dedicate yourself to pleasing yeonjun and opening him up until the other begs you to stop and give him more. amused, you observe yeonjun’s pretty hole, loving how he gradually sucks your dick. you always analyze his expressions, ensuring that he doesn't feel pain or that it is an uncomfortable experience for him.

once completely inside him, you begin to shower kisses all over his face, whispering words of love. after soft affirmation you begin to move inside him, soon directing your thrusts to that spot that makes yeonjun roll his eyes from pleasure.

"faster, harder. give me more, please."

his pretty sounds always make you lose your mind and adopt an even faster and harder pace, fucking him mercilessly. you liter his skin with hickeys and bites. your fingers play with his nipples and he trembles ferociously below you as you do as you please. his thighs tremble every time he orgasms and he shakes his head when you don’t stop your pace.

“y/n-!” he squeaks as you grip his hips and pound into him. his back arched and he thrashes below you from overstimulation.

“you can handle it baby,” you lick your teeth with a smile, “you’ll always handle me, right?”

“a-always- ngh-“ he shudders.

“nothing will change us baby,” you whisper as you spill inside him from the stimulation of his walls fluttering around you from his second orgasm. “if this isn’t enough for you to believe me, i don’t know what.”

“promise?” yeonjun asks with a pant.

“promise,” you kiss his lips, “at the end of the day i always come to you. only you.”

yeonjun stares at you past half-lidded eyes. his heart believes you. he closes his eyes as you pull out. he doesn’t feel empty, you easily manage to make him feel full. he eats up your promises again. but…

at the end of the day….

yeonjun stares at the picture of you and lina. the way her slender fingers cup your face as she kisses you. the way a promise ring sits beautifully on her ring finger.

he turns his phone off and chokes on a sob.

he’ll only be wanted by you. never loved.

[hyewka]

I just read your public vibrator gyu. GOOD LORD I NEED A TYUN ONE, but like in the car where the both of you were supposed to go on a late night drive and every time the stop lights go red, the vibrator goes into its highest setting this goes on until poor little tyunnie is sobbing and needs to fucked dumb in the car PLS PLS PLS I NEED IT I NEED IT SO BAD I take one look at tyun and my brain immediately goes "I need to fuck him"

im obsessed with usually composed subs that get bratty when you start to push and push, taehyuns perfect for that lol

idk why but him specifically in work business attire, tie perfectly adjusted, black framed glasses propped up as he stirs the wheel with one hand is sooo attractive but whats even more attractive is getting him to lose his shit when hes not supposed to. i know this isnt exactly what you asked but i think an enemies with a fuck buddy situation going on would be sooo hot here, so easy to get him agitated

he shifts in his seat like it’s nothing when you turn it up a notch. “really?” he scoffs incredulously, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “you’re gonna try that again?”

you twirl the lollipop between your fingers, not even looking at him. “focus on the road, taehyun,” you say, sounding almost bored.

he barely reacts. barely. but you catch it from your peripheral vision-- the way his jaw clenches, how his fingers grip the steering wheel just a little too tight. he’s pretending—he always pretends like he can handle it, like he’s composed, but you know better.

first red light. you turn it up, and he immediately jolts in his seat, biting his lip so hard you think he might draw blood. “s-stop… i’m trying to drive—are you insane?!” he grits.

“and doing such a good job of it,” you chuckle, leaning over to trace a finger along the line of his tie. "i'm just dying to know how long you’ll last like this.”

“fuck off,” he growls, but the effect is ruined when his hips jolt as you poke at his crotch. the gasp that escapes his lips is so sudden, so embarrassing, you can’t help but grin.

“what was that?” you tease, poking him again, watching his body spasm. “can’t handle it, can you? poor tyunnie.”

it's pissing you off slightly that taehyun's still holding onto that facade, eyes focused straight ahead like he’s actually going to make it through this. he's making this tougher than your patience allows.

the light turns green, and he slams on the gas a little too hard, jerking the car forward. you snort, watching his legs tremble under the strain. “you look so pathetic. can’t even keep it together on a simple drive. how’d you even get your promotion acting like this?”

“s-shut up—” he tries to snap back, but he's barely holding it together. you hate admitting it, but he's so god damn attractive it drives you up a wall. he keeps adjusting his tie and his eyes keep glancing around the road. he’s a mess, glasses slipping down his infuriatingly perfect nose and all.

next red light. you crank it up again. taehyun’s head drops back against the seat, his chest heaving, hips bucking helplessly as he lets out a low, broken moan. “shit—please, stop, i c-can’t—”

then, as if giving in to the desperate haze clouding his mind, his hand shoots down, fingers fumbling at the waistband of his slacks like he’s going to jerk himself off right there.

before he can even start, you smack his hand away, hard and fast, making him gasp and look at you with wide, desperate eyes.

“bad, bad boy,” you chide. “don't you dare touch yourself, keep your hand on the wheel.”

he stares at you, incredulous, his breathing heavy, but he’s too wrecked to come up with a response.

you tug on his tie, pulling it tight against his throat. "bite down."

taehyun surprisingly doesn’t hesitate, sinking his teeth into the tie, his moans muffled as he tries to grind down into the seat, his hips moving on their own.

when he starts driving again, your finger circles his crotch, enjoying the taste of the artificial sweet cherry flavor on your tongue (and of course, how loud he's shamelessly being). “you act like a brat at work because you like being put in your place outside of it, right? no wonder you’ve been such a pain lately. guess this is what you’ve been wanting all along.”

he chokes on his own breath, a strangled noise escaping him, his cheeks flushing red. spit starts to drip down his chin, wetting the tie he’s biting down on. you roll your eyes. "disgusting."

third red light. you turn the vibrator to its highest setting. his body jerks violently, a sob ripping from his throat as he slams the brakes, forehead resting against the wheel. “no, no, fuck, fuck—i c-can’t—”

you reach over and slide your hand down, palming the hard length of his cock through his pants, feeling the wet spot where he’s already leaking. “so fucking wet for me,” you murmur, your fingers pressing into him, making his hips jolt. “you’re such a fucking mess.”

he’s sobbing now, still biting on his tie, completely ruined, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs, practically shaking in his seat.

you just smirk, watching him unravel. “poor thing,” you coo, leaning closer to his ear. “so desperate to cum, but you don’t deserve it, do you? look at you, sobbing like a little bitch.”

“plthse,” he slurs through the fabric, the words barely audible, muffled and wet. “i’ll b-be good—just lemme cum, plthse—i can’t take it anymore.”

you press harder against his cock, feeling him throb under your palm. “you’re not cumming until i say so,” you whisper, your hand sliding down to cup his balls through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. taehyun’s hips jerk up, chasing your hand like a dog in heat. “but keep begging. i like it when you beg."

[fairyofshampgyu]

Sub!Yeonjun when he comes back home after acting like such a slut all day it truly infuriates you and you have to remind him that he only worships you and that he’s only yours, punishing him until he’s begging so much for you and fucking him until he’s prettily crying and moaning loud that he’s yours and until it’s instilled in that pretty head of his, fucked dumb deep into sub space and until everyone else gets it too, marking every inch of his skin in almost painful purpley pink blotches and scratches so he can go to work the next day and no one’s giggling and fawning over him again because he’s only your slut and only your doll <3

[itaehynz]

HII BABY! ahem SOOO for the event i’d like to request for “welcome to the movies”, the movie batman BUTTTTT villain catwoman!reader x CHOI YEONJUN . HEAR ME OUTTTTUH (a little plot but mostly smut ykyk 😇)

ONE NIGHT ONLY.

pairing: batman!yeonjun x catwoman!reader.

genre: forbidden love, superhero x villain au, smut, a little angst & fluff.

word count: 4.4k

warnings: profanity, argument before intercourse, yeonjun and reader are both dicks in the beginning, mention of killing, includes an explicit sex scene; harddom!yeonjun at first, sub!reader, big dick jun implied (it’s real), public sex, oral (both receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, dacryphilia, marking, hair pulling, throatfucking, choking, overstimulation, spanking, unprotected sex, squirting, nipple play, breeding, degrading + praising, soft sex toward the end (but not for long), kissing, spitting, breeding kink, name-calling; pretty/pretty girl, good girl, gorgeous, slut, whore, baby.

“Pretty girls like you like to get fucked in alleys? That's new.”

ni’s notes; the event masterlist is coming soon but here it is!! i hope you enjoy this fic, my love. also thank you to my proofreading friend, if you see this, ily babe. happy reading my lovelies! 💕

SPECIAL MASTERLIST!

With the arrival of night comes danger—dangers this city has been dealing with for years on end, dangers caused by you. And, of course, Batman is always the one to the rescue. He has always been their superhero, the person they can always count on. But not anymore. A rumor has begun. A rumor you started. A rumor to ruin his reputation.

You two have been secretly meeting at night to avoid being seen by others. This is all because of him - he's the one who made this rule. He's the kind of man who always gets what he wants and never takes no for an answer. However, the rumor that the two of you are in a committed relationship, which isn’t true, has officially ruined his reputation. But where's the fun in telling the truth?

It doesn't matter how much you love him; you love to toy with him even more. Getting under his skin, and ridiculing him, makes you feel giddy. The knowledge of how angry you could make him with a simple action. The adrenaline hurries through your veins at the thought.

But that's before you hear something rustle behind you. You think it could be a random citizen, so you simply ignore it, until your mouth is covered by a black leather glove.

“Stay quiet,” the voice says. It’s deep and rich. You recognize the voice—actually, you know it. It’s him.

The man who never denies himself pleasure, the man who always knows what he wants. The man goes by two names, Batman or as you’d like to call him, Choi Yeonjun.

When he appears behind you, you don't gasp or panic. You knew he was coming sooner or later. Once the news spread, you knew he'd have no choice but to come to you. Eventually, he'd try to figure out who spread the word, only to be led back to you. Besides his assistant, nobody knows about the two of you, except you and him.

Soon, he uncovers your mouth and begins leading you to god knows where; however, you're not complaining. This is exactly what you wanted. You wanted him to seethe with anger. You truly looked forward to hearing from him, whatever he had to say. Every time you two have a conversation, it almost always ends with sex. This time should be no different.

He pulls you into a dark alleyway, a blind spot away from the citizens of Gotham. "Tell me," he says, bringing a finger to his temple and inhaling deeply. "Tell me what led you to this point, Y/n."

To your dismay, it's as if every reason you had has been wiped from your memory entirely. Under his mask, you see his eyes piercing into yours. You find yourself feeling more intimidated as you look away, making an effort to avoid his intense gaze.

He grasps your face firmly, bringing your eyes back to his. After doing so, he takes his mask off, throwing it somewhere. What you're now faced with is an expression you’ve never seen before. He’s furious. His eyebrows furrowed and a firm wrinkle was prominent in the center of his forehead.

He looks at you with raised brows, expectant. Expecting a reasonable answer from you, not whatever random bullshit you can think of.

“I wanted to see if I mattered to you,” you draw in a large breath, “If we mattered to you.” He looks at you dumbfounded, has he not been the best he could be to you? What more could you want from him? He scoffs, “You’re joking, right?” he questions while looking at you, once again, expecting an answer.

You laugh, “Of course I am! Why would I care about how much I mean to you? You're Batman, you don't care about how others feel about you,” you add, rolling your eyes in a joking manner. He scoffs at your ability to joke in situations like this, soon falling into a small laughter. Withdrawing his hand slowly, slapping your cheek twice in a ridiculing manner.

He seems completely disinterested in continuing the conversation, as your responses didn't give him anything to engage in. He's convinced that you started the rumor because if not you, then who else?

Deciding not to think about it any further, he runs a hand through his hair before walking away from you. You grab for your mask, taking it off before calling out to him. As you call out to him, he pauses in his tracks before turning his head in your direction with a raised eyebrow.

“I just,” you murmur, rolling your eyes once again. “I just wanted to get a rise out of you. I admit, it was a stupid way to do it but I just wanted to have a little fun, that’s all.” He looks at you once again, amazed by your reasoning. He’s never found anything more stupid than that.

"Are you serious?" is all he says. The more you think about it, your reasoning for doing this is pretty dumb. Not only does it ruin his reputation because it's said that he's dating the city's worst villain, but it also ruins yours. Obviously, your reputation was trashed the moment you started this job, but now it's worse than it was before.

You simply nod at his words as he scoffs for the nth time, shocked by how far you've gone. You know how hard he's worked to get into his position, and the fact that you were able to break all that down with a simple news article baffles him, to say the least.

“I should fucking kill you.” He threatens, scowling at you. You’re taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor as the distance between the two of you gets smaller and smaller. “What?” you question, already knowing that he’s fuming. This is your way of trying to get more of a rise out of him. You trust yourself and know what you're doing, he wouldn't dare to kill you… right?

“First, you ruin my reputation and now you're standing here acting like you’re an innocent ass fucking fool, acting as if you don't know why I’m here,” he pauses, seeming as if he wants to hear your side. “Yeonjun, I’m the fool? If anything-” “Yes! You are! So, don't even try to go there with me, Y/n. You need to fucking learn your place and keep our business in between us. Stop doing stupid shit to get a rise out of me because I already knew what you were doing once that dumb excuse came out of your mouth.”

“I need to learn my place?” you scoff lightly, beginning to walk closer to him. “You should be the last person talking about learning their place. You’ve never known yours! You're always intruding into someone’s life and trying to fuck things up for everyone. You’ve never known your place, and now you're shocked when someone else doesn't know theirs? Well lucky for you, I’ve had a great fucking teacher! So since you wanna talk big, why don't you show me what my place is, huh? Show me exactly what my fucking place in this world is, Choi Yeonjun.”

Those words were all he needed. Just like you needed to provoke a reaction from him, he needed you to say those few words. The moments it took for your heart to beat were the few seconds he needed to get you right where he wanted you.

He is aware that you can be a brat sometimes; that's for sure. However, this time was extreme. Not only did you argue with him, but you also kept giving him illogical reasons, even after he explicitly told you not to.

If you wanted him to fuck you, why not just say so? You went as far as revealing the relationship between the two of you, and just for some dick? Hysterical. Absolutely fucking ridiculous, is what he thinks.

“You’re just a fucking whore, aren't you?” He says, venom creeping its way into his voice. His cape drops as he makes his way to you, eyes blown out with lust and a tinge of fury. He almost laughs at the way your face shows pure worry, but your eyes say otherwise.

You're almost caught off guard by his sudden switch-up, but what can you say? You like how he’s acting. You like the way his calloused hands feel against your skin, the way his unoccupied hand feels against the flesh of your ass. Grabbing weighty amounts of your flesh and groping it roughly, he has no intention of being soft with you but maybe, just maybe you can change his way of thinking.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, huh? You like it when I treat you like shit—don’t you?” he growls softly in your ear, you can’t deny that. The pleasure you gain from arguing with him for no logical reason is immense. You know you should feel guilty, but the feeling of his hands on your body takes away all the guilt you’ve ever had.

He removes his hand from your face, both hands now resting on the apple of your ass. He rubs around it softly, reminding himself what belongs to him. “Hm. This is a pretty suit, are you sure this is the same as the others?” He whispers, kissing from your lips to the sweet spot of your neck. You hum in affirmation, causing him to put a stop to his ministrations. “Words, Y/n,” he taps your cheek with two fingers softly. “Yes, it is.” He hums, continuing to kiss in the same spot he was before.

You feel his hands gripping roughly at your flesh once more, soon hearing a tear. You jump in shock, grabbing at his arms for some sort of balance. He coos in your ear, telling you to stay quiet once again. You feel his hands spread your legs further, right before he presses a firm thigh between them.

“Pretty girls like you like to get fucked in alleys? That's new.” He brushes his knee past your tender clit, emitting a soft moan from you. His soft kisses soon turn to bites, his finger now rubbing back and forth past your slit. He brings his other hand back around to stretch the tear of your suit, slapping your clit lightly. You gasp in satisfaction, causing him to wrap a hand around your mouth.

“I told you to be quiet, didn't I?” He questions, not expecting an answer. He runs a finger past your clit, rubbing small but rough circles into it with his thumb. His finger slightly teases your slit, going in and out to build the stimulation within you. His finger enters you in a swift motion, eliciting a whiny moan from you and into his palm.

He kisses your forehead softly, beginning to pump his finger faster before adding one more. You cringe at the stretch but soon adjust to it, squirming in pleasure. He tightens his hold on you, pushing your stomach down which does nothing but increase your volume.

“You hear those sounds, baby? Those beautiful, dirty sounds coming from you? Those are the sounds of a whore.” he says, slapping a hand on your clit once more. You whimper into his palm, watching as he smirks at the sounds coming from your cunt. He bites back a chuckle, seeing how easily he can have you writhing in the palm of his hand.

He draws his fingers from your soaking cunt and brings them to his mouth. He looks at you as he does so, wrapping his tongue around the digits as he flutters his eyes shut in delight. “Such a dirty mouth, yet you're so sweet.” He pulls his fingers from his mouth before lowering himself down to your cunt, humming in adoration once he’s faced with your wetness. “Look how pretty she is, so wet—so perfect. You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, bringing an agonizingly slow stripe of saliva to your cunt.

“You still wanna do this here? Or would you prefer to go back home?” he asks, pausing his actions. “N-no, please, this is fine, Jun.” He smiles at your desperation, chuckling softly to himself before licking another long stripe up your cunt. His hands grip your thighs roughly, spreading your legs more than before for better access. Before doing anything else, you feel his hands reach up your chest to tear another hole in your suit. He moves the fabric aside to release your perky tits from their enclosure, rolling one between his fingers.

You moan quietly, to abide by his rules. He flicks your clit with his tongue, keeping your thighs apart with his free hand. He laps at your clit, wrapping his pretty lips around your sensitive bud. He relishes in the taste of your juices, sucking at your cunt as if his life depends on it. Your moan increases in volume, causing him to hum into you. He watches you writhe in pleasure as he inserts two fingers, watching every pleasure-felt expression that appears on your face.

You begin gripping his hair, pulling at the brown locks as you roughly ride his nose. He groans at the feeling, fluttering his eyes closed in pleasure. He feels his pants getting tighter as your pretty moans fill his ears and shoot straight to his cock.

You feel your orgasm creeping up on you as he continuously moans into your squelching cunt. With a plan in mind, you tug his head away from your clit. He looks up at you, dumbfounded. He's confused as to why you did that before seeing you drop to your knees. He watches you pull down his pants, releasing his cock from his slacks. He groans in pleasure, bucking his hips toward your face frantically.

You lick at the tip of his cock, jerking the rest of him off. He watches you with lust-filled eyes, bringing his hand to your face. You melt into his palm, looking back up at him with doe eyes. His breath quivers as you wrap your lips around his tip, licking at his leaking tip. You swallow the drops of precum before licking at his slit once more, watching as he bites his lip in attempt to contain his moans.

You chuckle, “It’s so pretty, Yeonjunie,” you mutter, loud enough for him to hear. You watch his hips buck upward in pleasure as you begin to hold his waist, preventing him from doing it again. He moans at the restriction, watching as you finally take all of him in your mouth. For some sort of stability, he grips your hair in his fist. He gains control over your throat as he bobs your head back and forth on his cock, seeing how you easily give in to him. He closes his eyes, stalling your head and fucking himself down your throat.

You grip his hips tighter, allowing him all the relief he needs as he fucks your throat. “F-fuck, baby… yeah, j-just like that, fuck, yes,” he moans, bucking his hips into your mouth. The noises coming from the alley would induce any type of curiosity in a person who just so happens to be passing by—the lewd sounds coming from your throat as he moans above you. The pretty noises coming from him as he shoves all of his length down your throat makes wetness form between your thighs, pooling at your entrance.

As you continue to let him fuck your throat, you reach down and rub rough circles into your clit. He opens his eyes for a split second to see how you’re occupying yourself and sees one of your hands away from his hip. Even though he feels himself nearing his orgasm, he yanks your hair to pull you away from his cock. He watches drool leave your lips as you stare up at him, breathing heavily and jaw nearly slacking.

He pulls you up by your hair, forcing you around to press you against the concrete wall. “You thought you were gonna get away with touching yourself? You thought I wouldn't catch you?” He rubs the soft flesh of your ass, tearing the rest of the bottom half of your suit off. “Look at you, baby. So pretty and wet, just for me.” He whispers in your ear, landing a firm slap on one of your asscheeks.

Watching as you wince, he soothes the pain with a soft knead into your flesh. It doesn't last long as he lands another one, telling you; “This is for lying in my face,” Another one. “This is for telling the press our business,” Another slap. “And, this? This is trying to make me look like a fucking fool,” Another one. “This one is for touching yourself without my permission, acting out, and all those times you treated me like I was a fucking joke; laughing in my face, lying to me, creating bullshit excuses for your actions, and thinking everything is a fucking game.” He raises his hand higher, before landing a harsh and rough slap on your ass once more.

You feel tears rolling down your face as he coos into your ear, kissing your neck and rubbing the bruising flesh. “Aw, my poor baby. You’ll be okay, just don't act like this again, okay?” He says, wiping your tears with his free hand. He kisses you one last time before pulling away to line himself up with your cunt. “Look at this,” he smiles to himself. “Doing all this crying, just to find out—you’re getting off on this shit, what a fucking slut.” He chuckles once more, inserting himself carefully.

You moan at the way he hits your sweet spot almost immediately, feeling his hand creep up to your breast. He pulls you against his chest by your throat, wrapping a firm hand around it. You watch him gather his spit in his mouth before telling you, “Open.” With quickness, you open your mouth as the spit drops from his to yours. “Swallow it,” he whispers, watching you carefully. You stare up at him, swallowing the spit just as he told you to. He smirks, kissing down your neck. He slowly starts fucking into you, pulling at your nipple between his fingers.

A moan erupts from your throat, slowly feeling a bit of overstimulation overtake you. You feel his pace slowly but surely pick up in speed, his pace becoming unrelenting. You feel his arm wrap around your torso to stop your squirming, his grasp tightening the more you move. You hear him groan in your ear along with the soft slapping emitting from your ass. His arm that was once wrapped around you is now creeping down to play with your clit, rubbing your bud in a circular motion.

“H-hah— fuck, keep—keep going, shit,” you moan, putting a hand over his. He kisses your neck once more, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. “You're so, fuck, so fucking gorgeous.”

He goes from kissing to sucking purple and blue splotches on your neck, making you moan directly into his ear. The moan seems to spur him on as his pace somehow picks up. You feel yourself teetering over the edge as you claw your nails into his arm, causing him to bite down on the sweet spot of your neck.

The bite itself emits a loud moan from you, his freakish pace adding to it. He feels you clench around him, clawing into your hip. “You gonna cum f’me? Go ahead, baby. Let it all go, I know you need it.” His words bring you over the edge as you seem to cum on his command. But that doesn't stop him.

He still hasn't came yet, you remembered. He fucks you through your orgasm, pace not seeming to be letting up anytime soon. The quickness of his hips, his balls slapping your cunt at the ferocious speed he’s kept all this time. He flips you around, making you face him. He captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his grip on your throat tightening.

You feel his warm tongue explore your mouth, groaning into the kiss. His other hand goes back to playing with your nipple, tugging and rolling the bud between his fingers. One of your hands reaches up to his face, holding his cheek as he continues to fuck into you. He decides to change the position as he releases your throat, turning you back towards the wall, and bringing both of your hands behind you. He holds both your hands in one of his and rests his hand atop your head, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back.

He begins pounding into you from behind at an erratic speed, chasing his high, “You're doing so good, baby. Keep moving your hips, shit, just like that.” He groans, slapping your ass as he continues his ministrations.

Feeling overstimulated, you pull your hand out of his and try to brush his thigh back, in an attempt to slow his pace. “F-fuck, ohmygod, p-please,” you hiccup, watching his face turn into a scowl. “What? Don't tell me you can’t, oh fuck—d-don’t tell me you can't fucking take it now?” he chuckles, bringing another hand to your ass and gripping the rose-colored flesh.

“That’s n-not, fffuck, yes— That’s not w-what I said, don't stop please, shittt,” you stutter out, he chuckles at how incoherent you’ve become and coos from behind you. “Uh huh, okay. Of course, what was I thinking? Thinking a slut like you would’ve wanted to stop,” he laughs. You whimper at his words, “I’m not a s-slut!” — “Aw, you sure?” He taunts, watching tears well up in your eyes. “Oh, pretty baby, why are you crying?” he asks, faux concern lacing his tone, “I thought you liked it when I fucked your brains out?” He taunts once again, listening to you whimper at the overstimulation.

“No words now?” You hear him ask as you mumble incoherently, reaching out toward his hand for stability. A small smirk ghosts over his lips at your neediness, his fingers ghosting over yours as his other hand continues gripping the meaty flesh of your ass. “Look at you—jumbling all of the words that come out of that pretty mouth, so pretty.” You moan pathetically, feeling your orgasm approaching once again.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, hearing his breaths become more erratic as he also feels his climax approaching. “F-fuckkk, baby. I’m right t-there, keep moving, please,” he moans, releasing your hand and placing his on your hips. You place your hands on the concrete wall, trying your best to keep yourself stable. You bounce back towards him, letting him take a break from doing all the work. His hands caress your back, reaching to pull you up. He holds you close to his chest, catching your lips in a kiss that's different from the last one.

The kiss is so passionate that you nearly forget your surroundings. His plush lips press against yours, hungry and intense. The adrenaline rushes through both of your veins, the pent-up anger and constant arguments have built the tension between the two of you. Your hand tangles in his hair as his hand grabs your chin, deepening the kiss. You start to feel a warm sensation in your chest, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In the midst of your shared kiss, both of your orgasms creep up on you and take you by surprise. He moans out of bliss; groaning into the kiss. Your back arches intensely as his hips still, releasing thick strings of cum into your fluttering pussy, your orgasm following soon after.

Your second orgasm hits harder than the other; you’re squirting on his cock, body jerking in his arms as he kisses your neck, easing you through your orgasm. You moan loudly, loud enough for him to have to cover your mouth. “Shhh, you did so good. So perfect f’me, my perfect girl.” He kisses your neck, watching as you come down from your orgasm. You let out cracked sobs, hearing him coo as he wipes them away.

“Breathe, baby.” He rubs your hip, massaging it softly. “You took me like such a good girl, so proud of you,” he kisses your lips, turning you back around toward him. He stares at you; his eyes are no longer lust-filled but full of love. He looks down at the shreds of your clothes, shocked. He knows he did that but it's still pretty shocking, which he laughs about.

You look at him, cracking a smile. He catches your eyes and begins smiling as well, “I really did that, huh?” he asks, a bit of shyness overtaking him. You smile timidly, nodding your head as he picks up the pieces of your suit.

“I’ll get this sewn back together for you—if you want me to,” he insists kindly, looking at you awaiting a response. You wave your hand in front of his face, “I don't need you to, I have plenty of others at your place.” He smiles at your insinuation of staying over and chuckles softly. You watch his eyes turn into crescent moons, followed by his sweet laugh.

He raises a hand to your face, caressing the soft skin of your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you pause, looking up at him to show how genuine you truly are. “For telling our business to the press, I really just wanted a rise out of you and-” “It’s okay baby.” He smiles, pinching your cheek softly.

“Even though you do get on my nerves at times, I still love you, y’know this. Plus,” he pauses, looking away for dramatic effect, “You know I hate false accusations.”

He winks at you, catching you slightly off guard. “Yeah, trust me I know. You’ve always wanted to prove a point,” you scoff with a minor eye roll. “Whatever do you mean? I’ve never wanted to prove a point in my life,” he hums, pulling up his pants. You raise your eyebrow at him, leaning back against the wall. “Don't even, you don't remember that one time when you-”

“Shhh. You're prettier when you're quiet, baby,” he says, placing his finger on your lips. You roll your eyes, smiling at his response. He smiles back at you, ticking his head to the side, “You wanna head home?” — “Please, I’m quite literally bare.” He laughs at your comment, pulling out his grappling hook and latching you on his side.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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(Warning: consensual Somnophilia, feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

Giving head to sub!txt first thing in the morning because morning woods are really recurrent, so you two previously agreed it was okay to give a hand (quite literally) to help.

But poor baby is so sleepy and disoriented that when he wakes up he's a squirming, crying, loud, mess.

Everyday I wake up and think about this, like it's turning into a real fantasy at this point...

ooooooooohhhhhhhhh nonnie i love consensual wake-up somno yes pls 😩🙏🏼 this is a lil different than how i usually do things cuz it’s not member-specific but just insert bias here teehee

eeeeee waking up before him and noticing that he’s shifting around uncomfortably in his sleep, brows furrowed cutely, and you smile to yourself as you pull back the sheets and immediately see how hard he is..

moving down to carefully position yourself at his hips, which he seems to lift for you as if by instinct when you go to gently slide his pants/boxers down, and you take your time as you let your spit drip down onto his leaking tip — his hips twitch — and he shivers as you start to stroke him nice and slow while keeping an eye on his face to see when he’ll start to wake up.

a subconscious sigh of relief from him; his breathing getting heavier as you begin picking things up, tiny gasps and moans starting to escape him, hips shifting and abdomen clenching, and when you finally take him into your mouth and start to suck —

his eyes are blinking open all dazed and bleary, an immediate whiny moan dragging loudly from his lips as he tries to lift his head and survey the situation, but he’s quickly falling back into the pillows and succumbing to your touch as you take care of him mercilessly without pause.

your eyes are locked on his face the whole time as your pace picks up and poor baby can’t even keep up with it, so disoriented and barely awake yet as his hips buck and squirm from all the sudden stimulation, whatever words he’s whimpering out mostly incomprehensible and picking up in volume as you hold his hips down and suck hard.

he’s clenching the sheets in his fists, head tipped back into the pillows as he moans loudly, even grabbing at your pillow beside him to hug it to his heaving chest for purchase as he shakes underneath you.

the faster you pump his cock, the tearier his eyes are getting, one of his hands reaching blindly in your direction for you to hold onto, interlocking your fingers as he starts begging, pleading, so sensitive but wanting to cum so so bad —

“let go for me, baby.”

and that’s all he needs to hear before he’s crying out, hips bucking up as his cum shoots into your waiting mouth and you stroke him through his climax until he’s trembling and whimpering that it’s too much, too much.

you pull off of him gently, smiling as he lays there panting like a melted puddle catching his breath; still twitching as you crawl up beside him, pushing the damp hair off of his forehead as he looks up at you with watery, affectionate eyes.

“th-thank you..”

he gets sooo cuddly after that, burying himself in the crook of your neck as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you, whispering about how good he promises to make you feel as soon as he gets his energy back so you can sit on his face for as long as you want <3 his words not yours

your perfect boyfie always so doting even after getting the ever-living soul sucked out of him 🤧🥰

[definefaulty]

a backup dancer and an idol

(mlm smut, top male reader x yeonjun, blowjob, raw, haven't proof-read this lol)

backup dancers should act more appropriately than this, you know that much, but unfortunately your self-control leaves something to be desired. almost as much desire as you always seem to stare at him with, he is—everything, cute, sexy, you try to stop as his lips, so plump and red, but often enough you look lower, how much his waist goes in, the soft curve of his ass.

having the hots for an idol is totally fine, so long as they never, ever, know about it. which would have worked except now you catch him looking at you, or no, he’s been catching you looking at his butt, and doing nothing smirking and turning away. getting a boner in the middle of practice is, uncool. so you’ve been forcing yourself to try and avoid him. not look at him, walk to other side of the room of him, that sort of thing.

it’s working well enough, till he manages to catch you in the hallway, his hand grasping your arm, your shocked eyes darting to his.

“why are you avoiding me?” he asks, it’s not really emotional, just straight to the point, almost like he already knows.

“i—i’m not, i uh..”

he smirks, those luscious lips turning upward, “oh, c’mon. let’s talk privately.”

his voice draws a heat to climb up from your chest, sparks bad feelings in your stomach that you shouldn’t have. he grips your wrist and drags you down the hall, finding some kind of small break room with a couch, table, and a door he locks behind you. casually he takes a seat, patting the black leather of the couch next to him.

“i don’t want to have a problem with my dancer, so let’s talk it out,” he says, a kind of teasing smile on his face.

you nod, and carefully sit next to him. your nerves are on fire just with how close you are, then he places a hand on your thigh, you jolt, your arms pinned to your sides. his eyes look at you playfully, moving down to your crotch as you feel yourself start to get hard. your mouth is dry and your feel flushed. he leans in way too close, curious eyes darting around your gaze, and looking down at the tent you’re starting to pitch.

“i haven’t done anything to upset you, right?” he asks, without any worry in his voice, you stare into eyes even as you feel his fingers move closer.

“n—no, of course not.”

“then,” he looks back up at you, smooth lips curving up into a smirk, “is something bothering you? something i can take care of?”

his hand suddenly grabs your bulge, squeezing it a moan is ripped from you, eyes widening in panic your hand quickly grasps his wrist.

“you, we can’t do th—“

he darts in, kissing your lips. you feel the butterflies turn to fireworks as his soft plump mouth tangles with yours, his tongue darting out as you gasp, filling your mouth with the taste of him. whatever resolve you had dissolves, your eyes shutting as your hand grabs his waist and the side of his face. he moves, straddling your lap, and grinds himself onto your cock, moans melting into the kiss, his hands clasped lightly around your neck.

when he pulls away you feel almost dizzy, and unbearably hard, your hinds grinding his hips down. he chuckles, biting his lip, his fingers playing under the collar of your shirt, his warm fingers sends shivers from your collarbone spreading warmth through your chest.

he kisses your cheek, your jaw, moving down your neck as he slowly climbs off your lap, settling on his knees in front of you, his fingers hooking around the front of your pants.

“oh fuck,” you mutter below your breath.

“if you don’t wanna get caught,” he whispers, undoing your button and zipper, “try not to be loud.”

he drags your pants down to your ankles, burying his face into your bulge. your jaw drops, feeling his nose and breath against your dick. he kisses it through your underwear, groping your balls with his hand. his eyes stare up at you with his teasing glimmer, his tongue moves to drag along the underside of your cock and you hiss through your teeth.

he licks his lips, grabbing the hem of your underwear and tugging it down, your cock springing out throbbing. he gulps, his hand quickly wrapping around it.

“yeonjun you don’t have to…”

he begins licking the tip, your jaw snapping shut, his thick lips wrap around you and he moans quietly, slowly swallowing your length, letting his drool coat it and he works it into his mouth, his throat. he pushes his face forward till he lays flat against your pelvis, and your hands grab his hair without thinking about it, your head rolling back.

you move him back and forth, jaw clenching to hold in the noises, but he’s gurgling pretty loud around your cock regardless. his pouty lips wrapped around you and tears starting to fall from his eyes. his hands grasp your thighs tightly, keeping you from moving away if you’d even want to. you have to keep a shaky fist to your mouth, yeonjun pulls off your dick with a wet pop, swallowing and gasping. he smirks still, slowly stroking your throbbing member. his lips are wet, and his spit drips down his chin, a light flush across his face.

he kisses the tip of your dick, a shiver runs through you as he moves down the back of it, his tongue moving to lick your balls, a low chuckle humming from him. you can only gulp and stare, watching with awe as he starts sucking you again, every muscle flexing to keep yourself quiet. yeonjun hums with your cock in his mouth, and groan escapes you. he bobs his head quickly, a hand wrapped around the base.

when yeonjun pulls off again he spits messily on your dick, laughing quietly as he looks up at you. grabbing his shirt you drag him back up to crash your lips together, tasting your musk on his tongue. his hands move to your waist, slipping his hands underneath your shirt. his touch makes you throb and muffle moans into his mouth, suddenly flipping over and pushing him to lean onto the couch. he lands with a soft gasp, your fingers already moving to the button on his pants, you lick your lips, your eyes moving over his ass in this position, as yeonjun looks over his shoulder at you, with a small smirk, and shakes his hips a bit.

you pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his ass to you. you can see him redden, hiding his face into the cushions of the couch. you hold up a finger to your lips, your other hand caressing his cheek. he nods at you, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip.

you pull his cheeks apart, gathering spit in your mouth as your thumbs move around his pink hole. you dive in, tongue laping at his entrance, your hands groping his ass, pushing the skin against your face. you feel him squirm, low muffled noises coming from him. your tongue starts to push inside him, and you grab his cock between his thighs, lightly jacking him.

yeonjun gasps into his hand, his arching against your relentless tongue in his ass. his cock leaks precum, his thighs shivering as he shuffles them apart further. you pull back to spit on his hole, gathering it with your finger to slowly push it inside him, he breathes hard, trying to relax as your finger breaches. you keep fingering him at a steady pace, gathering his precum on your fingers to lick. his taste is arousing to you, as you get a second finger to slowly work it's way inside, pushing your fingers forward and massaging his walls.

your other hand moves his shirt up as his back, his thin waist tantalizing on display for you. you lean forward to kiss his back, moving up as your fingers work in him, kissing his shoulder blades and his nape. you grab his hair to tug his head up, locking another kiss with him. yeonjun’s familiar whines fill your ears, in this position your dick rubs against his thigh, and you grind yourself against him.

when your mouths part he gasps, and mutters, “f—fuck, put it in, please.”

you kiss him again, moving over behind him you smack your cock against his hole, he grins, his hands moving up to grip your hair. as you push inside him he breathes out, keeping an intense eye contact with you, arching his back and neck upward. when you get balls deep his eyes roll back, his hips pushing back against yours. you feel his walls clench around your cock, as his hand runs through your hair, a soft moan escaping his parted mouth.

when you thrust out and in he whines, beautifully coming undone underneath you. gripping his hips you pick up a pace thrusting inside him, with each one yeonjun rocks forward onto the couch, his hands grasping the cushion. you slide your hand down his arm and over his, your fingers curling tightly over his knuckles. he smiles, his eyes half-closed, his hole is so tight, his warmth bringing ragged breathes from you.

you run your hands up his waist, finding his nipples to squeeze, you kiss his nape again, letting your teeth suck on his skin. he laughs lightly, his hips moving back to meet your thrusts.

"so good, baby," he mutters, "fuck me like that!"

you groan against his sweaty skin, your hips driving harder. he moans a bit loudly and you quickly place your hand over his mouth, picking him up against your chest as you keep fucking him. his eyes move to the corner of his eyes to look at you, a smile underneath your hand. yeonjun holds your hand teasing his nipple, his other moving down to grasp his cock. he closes his eyes as you fuck upwards into his ass, having to bite the skin of his neck to keep your moans at bay.

with your release approaching you whisper against his ear, "i'm close... where should i..."

he moans something against your hand, and you slide it off as he turns to you, "breed me, baby."

you swallow, pushing him onto the couch, and drive your cock inside him with more vigor. you grasp his hair as you fuck him, eyes squeezing shut as you force your mouth to stay closed. with a final thrust your resolve breaks and you swear under your breath, as you feel yourself cuming inside yeonjun. you collapse onto his back, hugging him tightly as he squeezes his ass to milk you. when you finally stop cumming you gingerly pull out, smiling down at his hole, where your cum leaks slightly from.

"fuck," you whisper.

he turns around to face you, breathing raggedly and sweaty. his pants are around his ankles still, his shaking knees gently lowering himself to the ground. his dick is erect and leaking from the tip, and you quickly move down to take him into your mouth.

"shit! yeah, suck me baby," yeonjun moans, he grasps your head as you swallow his member.

you insert your fingers in his ass again, feeling his cock touch your throat, you swallow the taste of his precum, bobbing your head in time with your fingers thrusting in and out of him. he struggles not to moan, his hand clasping over his mouth, he looks down at you with eyes full of lust as you deepthroat his cock, digging your fingers inside enough to feel your warm load. his thighs squeeze around your head, his head dropping back onto the couch.

from here he looks so damn good, too. flushed and with half his clothes off, his body is sexy and showing signs of your love bites. you roll your tongue around his cock, curving your fingers against his prostate. he quivers, moving his head down to whisper at you.

"i'm fucking cumming!"

as he says that you feel his cum start to spew in your mouth, you quickly move your head all the way down his cock, burrying your fingers inside his clenching asshole. his sperm fills your mouth with his slightly salty taste, as his moans are barely held back by the back of his hand. as his cum slows to a stop you keep his cum in your mouth, making sure to suck his cock hard as you pull of. you meet his gaze as he comes down from his high, gasping, and pull him in for a kiss, pouring his own cum into his mouth, as your fingers jerk another flinch from him.

you feel his cum drip down your chin and it does his, as you slowly keep moving your fingers inside him. his hand wraps around your head and the other clasps your forearm, as his whiney breaths hit your face.

"fuck, that was so good," he mumbles.

you pull back gasping, seeing his lips wet with his cum. his licks it off his mouth, and swallows, giving you a teasing smile.

damn, you're cooked.

[tteokbin]

would they like pain?

yeonjun says… yes !

yes, absolutely. Loves when you slap his ass, especially hard. would immediately have to bite back a moan if you did it in public around other people, has no shame if it’s in front of his members. moaning loudly and pushing his ass back into your hand for more.

jjunie loves when you roughly pinch, bite, slap etc his thighs, nipples and stomach. lightly choking him would make him cum nearly on the spot, his eyes would roll back and he’d mewl sweeter than a kitten while his cock twitches so harshly you think it’ll erupt.

Would not like if you slapped his face hard, anything beyond very light slaps and playfully pulling his tongue he does not like at all.

soobin says… no !

No, he’ll cry :(. he’s a total slut for degradation, loves having you call him mean names and spitting in his mouth while playing with his nipples. and he finds it so hot when you choke him while harshly stroking his leaking cock.

but he’ll genuinely cry if you slapped, whipped, or hurt him in any way. can barely handle when yeonjun slaps his ass, always whining and complaining at him to rub it afterwards.

Would only allow light teasing slaps to his thighs while your edging him and trying to get him to cum without permission.

beomgyu says… yes !

yes, absolutely yes no questions asked. he likes to whine like a little bitch on camera; “ow hyung, it hurtss!” and make a big deal abt it or whatever, but he’s obviously the biggest pain slut known to man.

constantly pissing you off and messing with you when he knows your not in the mood just to feel the hot flash of your palm striking against his cheek. immediate grin of victory taking over his face, baring his other cheek toward you in a challenge. “ ‘s that all you’ve got?”

embarrasses you in public by loudly whining like a child and ignoring everything you say to him, doing the opposite of what you say etc. all to watch the vein in your neck throb and your jaw clench in promise of bending him over your lap and spanking him with his favorite paddle until he’s numb.

loves tight collars, nipple clamps, overstimulation, whips, wax play, blindfolds, and ball gags. aftercare is an absolute must.

taehyun says… yes !

the prettiest pillow prince ever who’d never do anything to get punished. just bats his pretty boba eyes and has you in the palm of his hand. loves being treated roughly, slam him against the wall, tighten his restraints, overstimulate him until he’s cumming dry; he loves it.

doesn’t act out to get what he wants, just sits pretty with his favorite set of ropes in his lap and bats up at you with the prettiest eyes. or he’d simply whisper in your ear how hard and deep he wants you to pound him. use him until he can’t think about anything but fat musky cock. <3

edging is a no. princess wants to cum when he’s approaching his climax, was never good at holding back anyway </3

hueningkai says… no !

gorgeous gorgeous puppy boy who can’t hold back when he has to cum :(. he can’t take any type of impact as punishment, neither does he find pleasure from pain. poor boy can barely handle cumming twice in a row. tears rolling down his apple cheeks as he pushes through his second orgasm cause he was a bad boy who came without permission.

likes his collars loose, the type to fuss if he feels it when he swallows. 6ft broad man with thick thighs and a fat ass who tears up when you spank him hard, hiccups when you bite too hard, and whines when you pinch and pull at his tits.

a true baby boy he needs time to warm up to different types of pain. only likes when you pinch and lightly slap his ass.

[theyluvangel]

HIII!! Can i request yeonjun being VERRY hard and needy that he starts crying but reader wont let him fuck her bec he was bratty all day.

((Btw English is not my first language))

Needy - Yeonjun x f!reader

a/n: Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy it! The beginning is quite a bit longer with some smut at the end, but hopefully, I followed your request :)

warnings: Yeonjun cries, alcohol consumption, long beginning, small smut at the end, sub! Yeonjun, kinda unknown relationship dynamic, likely spelling/grammatical errors

wc: 400ish

MDNI

The evening air was thick with tension as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep hues of orange and violet. Yeonjun leaned against the wall of the dimly lit apartment, his eyes fixated on you as you moved gracefully about the room, pouring yourself a glass of wine. For weeks, he had been consumed by his yearning for you. It was no secret that your chemistry crackled in the air, a silent agreement that lingered between you both, begging to be acknowledged. But with each spellbinding gaze, with every laugh that danced between you, you held him at bay, and toyed with his emotions like a skilled puppeteer, leaving him desperate and unsatisfied, a puppet with frayed strings.

"You shouldn’t drink alone, you know," he said, his voice low and enticing. He stepped forward, the urge to reach out to you almost overwhelming him.

You glanced back, eyes shimmering like stars as they met his. "Maybe it’s nice to be alone sometimes," you teased, a playful smile curling your lips.

The mere sound of your voice incited a wave of longing within him, tightening the grip of desire that coiled around his heart. "Come on, Y/n. You know I want to be with you. Just admit it."

Your laughter rang out, but it was laced with something else—mischief, frustration? "Wanting is not enough, Junnie. You need to learn patience. Plus, you've been a brat all day. Why would I give in to you now?"

Your words echoed in his mind, slicing through the fog of lust that blanketed him. He had been patient for weeks, but maybe not patient enough. Had he been a brat? He supposed so, even he could admit he had been whining for you to pay attention to him all day. Yet here he was, still on the outside, watching you through the glass wall you had constructed.

"Please," he begged, his voice cracking. "I can’t take this anymore. It’s driving me mad. Just please, give me a sign, use me, touch me where I need you most."

You positioned yourself at the edge of the sofa, a sly smile playing on your lips as you took a slow sip of your drink. The power you held was intoxicating, and it made his pulse thunder like a thousand drums.

"What if I enjoy watching you squirm a little longer?" you retorted, the sparkle in your eyes a taunt that ignited his frustration.

Desperation clawed at his insides. He stepped closer, the heat radiating from his body echoing the fire in his gaze. "Y/n, please. I’m begging you. I can't fight this any longer. You're all I think about. Just one moment, one kiss. That's all I want."

The air between you crackled like electricity. Your smile faltered for a mere second, flickering with uncertainty. Beneath your playful exterior was a yearning of your own that you had carefully concealed. But the mask returned, and you shrugged defiantly.

"I can’t just give it to you, Junnie. You need to earn it. Waiting is part of the game."

Pain twisted in his chest, and all at once, he felt the floodgates of his emotions unleash. "I am trying! Please, Y/n, I can’t help but want you so desperately!" Tears pricked at his eyes, his voice breaking as he spoke those words. "Please, just touch me. The sight of you turns me on so much, I need you."

Your expression shifted—sympathy mixed with something darker. It was as if his vulnerability stripped away your armor, revealing a flicker of desire that mirrored his own in the depths of your gaze.

"You’re crying, Junnie. Don’t make it harder for me," you whispered, your voice softening. But rather than retreating, he allowed himself to pour his soul into his plea.

"I need you. Please, Y/n. I’m aching for you. I can’t keep waiting like this. It’s unbearable. I’ll do anything you want. Just don’t shut me out like this."

Your facade of control began to crumble as the weight of his words seeped into your heart. You took a step forward, the distance between you both dissolving as you captured his gaze with impeccable intensity. "Just this once, Yeonjun. But I am not letting you fuck me."

With a deep breath, you approached him, breaths mingling as the world around you both faded. At that moment, you both understood a shift had taken place.

And as your lips finally collided, the wait came to an end, leaving nothing but the beautiful chaos of longing and release in its wake.

Your hands slide from Yeonjuns face down to his waist while your lips remain against each other. Yeonjuns hands wander your body, frantically trying to memorize your every curve. His mouth moves against yours, muffling his needy whines.

Grabbing him by the wrist, you pull Yeonjun down into your large armchair. You smirked as you looked down at Yeonjun, who was squirming uncomfortably in the chair you had him sitting in. His pleading eyes met yours as you slowly circled him, drinking in the sight of his quivering form. "Please, Y/n," He whimpered. "I can't take it anymore. I need you to touch so badly."

You chuckled, your fingers trailing along his shoulders. "Oh, you poor thing. You're just desperate for my touch, aren't you?"

He nodded frantically, his hips shifting restlessly. You moved to stand in front of him, your hand hovering teasingly close to the obvious bulge in his pants. "Well, I suppose I could give you some relief," you purred. "But only because I enjoy seeing you squirm."

With deft movements, you unzipped his fly and freed his straining erection. Yeonjun gasped as your cool fingers wrapped around his heated flesh. "There we go," You cooed, beginning to stroke him with slow, torturous movements.

The sight of Yeonjun squirming in the chair was a dream come true. Strands of his dark hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat dripping from his brow, blending in with the tears he had shed earlier.

"Please.. please, I need to cum," his voice breaks you out of your trance. Breathy moans escape his puffy lips as he continues to beg you. "Please, please I need more,"

His pleas are all you need to hear before picking up your pace. Speeding up your motions, you swipe your thumb over his flushed tip, causing his hips to jerk in sensitivity. His whimpers fill the room as he gets closer and closer to his release.

All it takes is you bringing your hand down to rub his balls before he's begging you again. "Please Y/n, please can I cum?" He begs, his thighs quivering as he struggles to hold his orgasm back.

"I don't know Junnie, maybe you should wait a little longer." You whisper, tightening your fist around him. From where you were positioned, kneeling below Yeonjun on the floor, the sight of him above you was almost ethereal. More tears had begun rolling down his flushed cheeks, his lips quivering as he tries to hold back a sob.

"Please, please Y/n, it hurts, I need to cum, please." He begs while bucking his hips up to try and meet your fist. "Please, I'm sorry I was bratty today, but I can't wait any longer."

As much as you wish you could keep denying him, his pleading was wearing your facade down. "Since you've asked so nicely, I suppose you can cum now," you tell him.

All it takes is a few more strokes from you before his hips are lifting off the chair to meet your hand and his thighs are shaking as his orgasm washes over him. Cum spurts onto his stomach and drips down onto your fist as you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, stopping once he begins to writhe in sensitivity.

Pulling your hand away from him, you grab a tissue on the table next to you to clean his cum off of him and your hand. As his breathing begins to slow, and his body relaxes, you can't help yourself from wanting to see him like this again.

[loveabunbun]

; TOMORROW X TOGETHER 👑 chasing that feeling

— note; the writing style is all over the place 4 these but i wanted to avoid dialogue, so there’s that :p. don’t think too hard. beomgyu’s can be seen as a pt2 to this.

— cw; domtop amab reader, mirror sex & semi-public (yj), consensual somno, handjob & frotting (sb), thigh-fucking (bg), possessiveness, groping, exhibitionism & handjob (th), plushie humping & guided masturbation (hk).

; CHOI YEONJUN 🦊

yeonjun looks just delectable. the venue’s lighting is poor meaning it's hard to see, and even harder to be seen. all intentional of course. as a result, it’s easy for the both of you to slip away from the after party unnoticed (which is unsurprisingly difficult to do in a room filled with people who could know who you are based off of outfit or scent alone).

oh well. you didn’t need to disappear for too long. just long enough to have the stunning man beneath you turned to putty. and you were not far off. it’s dangerous, incredibly dangerous, and you have to be careful, yeonjun has warned you of that. he’s an idol from south korea where even the slightest step out of line could land a scandal that sends his career up in flames. but maybe that’s what made it feel so fucking good.

yeonjun is loud moaning your name and begging you to move faster, to fuck him deeper, and it makes you think this is the first time he’s been touched by anyone else. but the lithe movement of his hips, how his back arches to get you to rub against that special spongey spot inside of him, they assure you this isn’t his first rodeo. yeonjun just thinks you’re the best ride he’s been on.

you make sure he keeps his eyes open, a loose hand on his blemish-free throat holding his head to your shoulder, forcing him to watch as you pick him apart with each snap of your hips. it’s a shame you hadn’t met under different circumstances. the desire to kiss him stupid, to swallow up his slutty moans and leave your teeth marks in his skin is almost too much to bare.

perhaps if you had drank a little more you’d allow your hunger get the better of you and risk the consequences later. fortunately you didn’t, and so you settle with a firm grip on his tiny waist under the fabric of his tailored dior piece to tug him harder onto your dick. soon enough, yeonjun is clenching around you with everything he has and spilling his load into the marble sink with a sinful whimper.

the pair of you are a little dishevelled as you leave the bathroom you’d hidden in, a satisfying ache leaving yeonjun’s legs just a little weak. thankfully, it was just a little too dark to notice.

“so sexy yeonjun, mmh, wanna break you so bad, make you cum all over my cock,”

“oh god, yes, yes! can feel you so deep in my stomach! hhngh fuck baby, fuck me harder, i can take it!”

; CHOI SOOBIN 🐰

you wake up to soobin’s hushed whispers of your name and soft prompts to wake up, comforted by the familiar weight of his long limbs draped over your body. it’s the middle of the night when you’re pulled from a blissful sleep, so you can’t see much but you can certainly feel how there’s a hard object rubbing at the side of your thigh.

the feeling is uncomfortable and your body tells you to move away from it but something doesn’t feel quite right. . . oh. a moan falls from your sleep-swollen lips and it’s only then that you become aware of the warm hand moving languidly around your length.

as soon as soobin knows you’re awake, thanks to your pleasure-driven curses, he slides on top of you, slipping his hand out of your shorts. he’s apologising before you can question anything, but you know he’s not that sorry by the way he tugs your hands up to hold his small waist. not that you minded waking up to a handjob that much.

considerably endowed, soobin’s dick is hot and heavy through his boxers as he ruts his hips against yours, chasing an orgasm that clearly couldn’t wait until the morning. your boyfriend pants into your neck, kissing and biting sloppily at your sensitive spots with precision, yet a desperation you’d never get tired of seeing. fuck, he must've been at it for a while with how taut your balls feels.

your voice is raspy and sends a shiver down his spine when you chide him lightly for such perverse behaviour, and he apologises some more, telling you how he couldn’t stop thinking about you and how pretty you looked. he's lucky he's cute. soobin trembles above you with all of the exertion in his sleepy state so you help him out and finally grind up into him, struggling to keep your moans to yourself when he cries out by your ear.

with your hands on his ass to control his messy thrusts, soobin lets himself collapse fully on your chest, confessing his love to you in the throes of pleasure. when he feels your fingers rub at the rim of his asshole through his boxers, it’s all he needs to push him over the edge.

“‘m sorry, i’ll be quick i promise— oh fuck, fuuuck, i’m so close, please, don’t stop,”

“you really couldn’t wait? i shouldn’t be surprised to be honest, you’re insatiable bunny. go on, cum for me.”

; CHOI BEOMGYU 🧸

taking him by the hand, you tug beomgyu further into your home until you reach the bedroom. he’s pushed onto your sheets roughly, suit pants and briefs tugged off all the same to leave him in his wrinkled shirt and loose tie.

without a word from you, beomgyu is already spreading his long legs with a single goal in mind. unfortunately for him, you weren’t planning on giving in so quickly. certainly not when he’d behaved so badly. when you trail a light hand over his inner thigh, he keens into your palm, arching his back in hopes of enticing you to explore a little further. a skip over his leaking hard-on and a soft squeeze at the small fat on his stomach already has him panting and begging for something more. he's just so fun to tease.

the clink of your belt loosening causes him to brighten up; finally! you can’t help but laugh at that and make a sly comment to remind him of how much you loved his thighs. you do so as you drizzle copious amounts of lube over the pale skin and your cock, moving in closer between his legs. the wicked smile on your face seems to make it click for him.

you don’t take your time in propping beomgyu’s legs over your shoulder and pressing them closed around your length. you take even less time to start fucking them at a relentless pace, an obscene squelching filling the room that makes the tips of his ears burn. each peek of your swollen head through his thighs, each thrust across his balls pulls a deep moan from his lips, tears welling in his bambi eyes.

he can cum from this, you’re certain of it with the way his chest blooms with colour. sensitive thighs and just enough stimulation to his pretty dick with some well-angled thrusts is a combination you’re sure to remember, drinking up his babbling and tears of embarrassment with blown eyes. beomgyu won’t forget either.

“puh-please! ’m sorry baby, i won’t do it again! just fuck me— ah ah ah! f-fuck me properly please,”

“shh shh. i don’t think you’re sorry, puppy. but that’s f-fine, shit. your thighs are so soft and plush — feels s’nice around me. be good and make me cum, mh?”

; KANG TAEHYUN 🐿️

taehyun is a smart man, which means it doesn’t take him to recognise your sour mood when he arrives at your place. you’re upset that much is obvious, but what about escapes his grasp. he follows you around with a pout and wide eyes, waiting for you to talk about what it was that left you with a permanent frown but it didn’t seem like you were in a sharing mood.

it’s only when he exits the shower with only a pair of grey joggers around his waist, and a towel over broad shoulders to catch whatever falls from his damp hair, that you eventually speak up.

speak up? more like take action. taehyun’s taken by surprise when you stride to his side and pull him into a rough kiss. he doesn’t shy away from you, not one to back down, but the dresser pokes uncomfortably into his back and he breaks the kiss.

all you do is move to his neck, a stray hand trailing south to cup at his bulge with a rough squeeze. taehyun is confused — turned on but confused nonetheless — as he catches his breath, pressing you for an answer to your strange behaviour. when you eventually reveal that he’s been showing a bit too much skin for your liking, his immediate reaction is to tease you; looks like the green-eye monster came to visit.

not the best idea he's had. your tongue is down his throat once more, and taehyun loops a leg around your waist as he offers himself up to you, moans high-pitched and airy. he plays into it, letting you grope at his firm body with a hum of appreciation that makes his head swell lightly.

next, you’re unwrapping his leg and pulling him to the floor-ceiling windows that spanned one wall of your bedroom. the blackout curtains have yet to be drawn, meaning you can see the bustle of the city’s nightlife, spheres of light like artificial stars far below. your hand dips below taehyun's waistband as you hold him close to your front, goosebumps breaking out across his skin when the cold glass meets his bare chest.

writhing in your grasp, taehyun protests weakly when your hand wraps around his length and starts pumping slowly. oh he’ll complain and whine all right, begging you to stop but the way he fucks into your fist tells you he wants otherwise. you twist your wrist when your fingers snag the sweet spot below his cock head and taehyun clutches at your arm, throbbing and leaking in your palm.

“w-wait, my love what if someone sees? i c-can’t be seen like this. . . fuck,”

“what, you didn’t have any trouble showing yourself off for your fans, did you? i think they’d like the view.”

; HUENING KAI 🐧

he wasn’t expecting you to get to his place so early, traffic assured him you’d be at least another hour. just to take the edge off, kai told himself. the penguin plushie is a favourite of his in more ways than one, so your angel has always tried his best to keep it in good shape. it was a gift from you after all!

yet maybe that’s why kai found himself rutting into the soft fabric, leaking string after string of precum into his shorts. after you told him you’d be over, a wildfire erupted in his stomach and he couldn’t ask you to deal with that when you had come to relax. no, he’d deal with it himself, and a little help.

it hasn’t been long since he pulled on one of your hoodies and set himself loose, but his words already come out in a slur. he pleads for you to let him cum as he imagines your body encasing his, rutting into him gently. a soft touch reaches his back and he freezes, only to relax when he hears your calming voice telling him not to stop.

you press a little firmer when he doesn’t move, and kai buries his face in his arms, muffled whines of your name barely reaching your ears. could this get any more humiliating? despite that, he does as you say, forever your good boy. you coo in approval when he starts up his pace again, telling him to move a little slower, to take his time because you’re not going anywhere.

with your comforting touch on his lower back guiding his thrusts, his moans are quiet and shy, barely able to get through one before another is fighting to leave his pink lips. when you ask if it feels good, kai is quick to nod, reassuring you that he was okay with your presence.

you can't tear your eyes away from the sight of your cute boyfriend taking to the comfort of his plushie to perform such sinful activities with, although you're certain he'll ask you to never mention it again once the sex fog has worn off. you'll just enjoy it while you can.

eventually, kai turns his head to look at you for the first time since you entered the room. he scans your face and tries not to think about how his thrusts lose their rhythm in growing urgency, instead focusing on your sweet words of encouragement.

you know exactly what is it that he needs and take his hand in yours to link your fingers (kai has a habit of holding your hands when he cums) and his body burns as if you haven't engaged in filthier activities. this might take the spot for the most mortifying, however.

"you scared me~ ugh, this is so e-embarrassing,"

"it feels good, doesn't it? just let go, baby; i've got you."

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