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k-zuzu · 1 year ago

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yeonjun 𖹭 gn!reader

i don't want to be just another college memory.

synopsis: y/n lives a completely different life from the mr. smart and perfect popular jock also known as choi yeonjun. they stumble upon each other's lives and can't seem to get away. a typical romance story.

wc: 4.8k

content: slow burn oneshot, puppy love, college AU, frat party, alcohol consumption, mentions of suicide, eventual suggestive makeout sesh, mature audiences only, almost getting caught, mentions of suicide, idk why but feat. bang chan and changbin of SKZ, also hannah bahng is in here 'n she is dating taehyun?, not proofread, lowercase intended.

zuzu's note: main masterlist. this was written so long ago, i tried to salvage it and proof read it but i gave up at some point. - july 2024

teaser:

“i got the part for... ji-sung.” you say, voice soft and shy.

“oh really?” the tall man asks. you're not sure if it's sarcasm or genuine intrigue but there's a gentle smile on his pretty red lips. “i guess we'll be having a few scenes together. let's formally meet. i'm choi yeonjun.”

it's been a few weeks since the semester started and you're fitting in quite well — college wasn't really what you expected, it's so... adult. you didn't realize how pampered you were until now. most of your classmates are dormies and runaways. one of them offered for you to host a drinking party at your place to which you kindly rejected because you knew how those usually ended. you actually live with your older brother and you hung out mostly with the introvert group of your major since the extrovert group seems a little intimidating. everything is still so new, you haven't memorized any of their names and you're just going by the flow which wasn't the best choice.

you're the type of student who thinks classmates are just classmates and not friends since you're already content with the little life you have with your online friend group, older brother, and the kpop groups you watch and obsess over in your free time... in secret. literally nobody knows except your brother since everyone thinks it's cringe for some reason, but you don't really understand, you're not the borderline obsessed psychopath fan everyone stereotypes with kpop fans — nobody is really, it's really rare, it's just like obsessing over a band, but kpop is different in every better way and— you just can't explain it.

at school, your communications professor mentions something about a stage play the college is hosting that the arts programs are collaborating in — theater, visual artists, media arts, and everyone was allowed to audition and he encouraged the class, the auditions were in a few days and you were a little interested. when class was over, hannah walked up to you and asked if you were interested in joining it, she saw the way you perked up when the professor brought it up. she told you how she was really eager to join and she had no one else to go with, one thing led to another and you accepted (mostly because of peer pressure). an audition wouldn't hurt, and if you got a part, then... hooray? you already knew the basics of theater anyway — a loud voice, don't hide your face, the whole upstage/downstage thing, you loved theater and being in one would be pretty cool.

walking down the hallway with hannah to your next shared class, your shoulder briefly brushed against someone else's but you paid it no mind. it's a crowded hall and it's bound to happen — but that person turned around to get a glimpse at the cause of his slightest inconvenience before continuing to walk with his friends...

choi yeonjun.

the semester had just started but he's already the star with current students and seniors. not only was he smart enough to get a fully paid scholarship, he comes from a decently rich family with a prestigious background — an only child with a doctor mother, firefighter father, and he's just super family oriented, sociable with a great sense of humor, a handsome face and a large friend group and fanbase, plus, he's super kind! it's impossible not to fall for his charms. 0 enemies since birth. literally the standard for all of humankind.

and you have never heard of him.

not everyone in the shool has heard of him or knows him, it's a huge campus, it's not the cliché “girls will kill his girlfriend if he gets one” type of deal, his “fanclub” is very respectful and they just admire him for how awesome he is. he gets invited to every party to liven things up, he's just really fun to hang out with even for a second he'll give you the best impression and will leave you wanting more. yet he has such stable grades and does so well in basketball with 0 distractions. not one mistake in this man's life.

so when he turns back to see the one person who didn't even look back at him, he's, needless to say, a little interested.

the next few days, you're at the audition and you're watching everyone else try out on stage for a character named Trisha, who was an American activist... Hannah was up next for the same role and she was really nervous but you encouraged her, lifting up both your firsts. “fighting!!” you say and she does the same pose and says the same as she gets up and grabs the script, going on stage. as she reads her lines, another student goes to sit next to you and, again, you pay no mind as you want to witness your friend perform and you're afraid of social situations.

“is that your friend up there?” a voice asks, and you look over ever so slightly.

“huh? oh, yeah.” you say, and go back to watching her.

“are you also auditioning?” he asks and this time you fully look at the face trying to make small talk with you. you were never a fan of small talk, but damn... he's hot. he's most definitely a senior, probably graduating soon. you think to yourself.

“yeah, actually... park sol.” you reply which causes him to quirk a brow.

“same.” he chuckles and you smile a little bit.

“...well... may the best one... win?” you attempt.

"not with that attitude, you won't."

“thank you for that very endearing audition, hannah bahng.” the director closes his notebook and you watch as hannah bows deeply on the stage, a wide smile slapped across her face and you slowly applaud for her, yeonjun observes as you clap and copies your action.

the results don't come until the next few days, a paper is posted on your block for the cast of the upcoming stage play “spirited together” and when you see your name, you were shocked to see you got another part you didn't audition for: hwang ji-sung... you vaguely remember his character description. he was one of the ghosts in the play — park sol's classmate and best friend who committed suicide. yeah. then you look to see who got trisha's part... it wasn't hannah. you frown a bit, disappointed that you got a part in a play she wanted to be in. your eyes look back up to the list and you check whoever got park sol's and it was some rando named 'choi yeonjun'. huh. could it be the dude from yesterday? not bad. you think to yourself.

“that's interesting.” a familiar voice walks up to you and you look up next to you to see him. of course. “i don't know your name but the one across park sol's surely isn't yours...” he muses, a smirk on his face as he looks down condescendingly on your small form.

“well, is it yours?” you ask back. not wanting to make assumptions that he got the part and he just looks at you with a deadpan expression, one hand holding the strap of his backpack. the two of you make eye contact before staring back at the paper in complete silence. “well, i got the part for... ji-sung.” you say silently.

“oh really?” yeonjun asks, you're not sure if it's sarcasm or genuine intrigue but there's a gentle smile on his pretty red lips. “i guess we'll be having a few scenes together. let's formally meet. i'm choi yeonjun.” he turns to face you fully, then glances at the paper to see who got the part for ji-sung, and his eyes flicker back down to you. "so you're y/n?"

“...y/l/n.” you face him as well, then glance back at the paper then around the room. subtly avoiding eye contact, then you look back at him. “i have... a class soon. so.” you begin to walk away from him but he stops you.

"is hannah in that class?” he asks casually and you just slowly shake your head and he nods "'kay." and he waves goodbye. you're curious as to how he knows her yet not too interested to waste your time with it and you head to your last class of the day.

once the class is over, the sun is about to set and you're completely out of energy. your mind is set and ready to just make some cup noodles for dinner and pass out on your bed, not expecting any social interaction after you stuff all your things in your locker and begin to walk out of campus, just passing by the campus gate when a loud, very loud, group of friends is also leaving at the same time as you — they came from the gymnasium as you're aware there's a basketball club and their court is right next to your building, you don't even try to see it but you didn't expect to see a familiar head of pink hair in that group of people. you're aware of how the basketball club is well known in the school so you're surprised he's not as popular as you expected him to be, especially with his looks.

his pretty red lips in his beautiful cheeky smile as he laughs at something his friend mentions and you can't help but feel a little energized at his presence. seeing him felt like a breath of fresh air, but you know he wouldn't talk to you, so you sigh, look away, and continue on your own path, effectively minding your business. your house it's a walkable distance from campus, but your brother insisted that he'd pick you up at the bus stop after class, so you sit at the bus stop and scroll through your phone out of boredom. the familiar loud voices can be heard in the distance, though you try to tune it out, you hear two voices yelling out “bye's” and “take care's” as the group disbands.

“oh. y/n!” yeonjun goes to sit next to you. you're still a bit shy and awkward so you just bow your head slightly and chuckle as a greeting. he is still with his friend so you didn't want to interrupt anything and you continued on using your phone. yeonjun also didn't want to seem rude and make small talk again since it seemed like you were uninterested, so he just continues talking with his friend near you while they waited for a bus, you can't help but eavesdrop and they're talking about... you? ballsy.

"how did you meet them?" his friend inquired curiously. "they are indeed cute," he added, but yeonjun reprimanded his friend, telling him it wasn't appropriate. his friend merely shrugged and said it was a compliment. as the bus arrived, yeonjun's friend boarded the bus first, followed closely by yeonjun. before entering, yeonjun smiled softly at you and waved, prompting you to wave back in return.

a few days passed by, and you've had script readings and rehearsals together, but there hasn't been much interaction with other cast members, particularly yeonjun. he just seems so kind and approachable, yet you can't help feeling nervous about talking to him. he's formed bonds with the other cast members so quickly, leaving you to feel like just a mere acquaintance. you shake your head, reminding yourself that you're probably just another person to him. you try to curb your delulu thoughts of everyone being in love with you solely because you think you're cool.

you hang out with hannah during lunch and sometimes invite her to your house to drink some soju and watch kdrama — she's fine with your obsession with korean media btw and she also enjoys kdrama and the cheesiness accompanied with it. yeonjun starts to recognize you more in hallways and from afar but you're always, and i mean always with hannah, and he began to doubt your relationship with her and now he's kinda sad if u two are dating even tho he never admittedly had a crush on you yet.

after your preliminaries and a day before the stage play, you and your introvert group of friends visit the mall for a small celebration in a restaurant, then you go to the third floor to visit the arcades when you see two familiar faces — yeonjun and his friend. hannah seems to know his friend and she walks up to him. “taehyun? what are you doing here?”

“you know me and yeonjun are basically attached to the hip.” he nonchalantly says and you can't help but feel a little left out. you awkwardly glance at yeonjun and accidentally make eye contact, then you look at hannah, gently tugging at her shirt and pointing to the rest of your friend group who have entered the arcade already.

“see you. i guess.” hannah pointedly eyes taehyun up and down like... judgmentally. she later mentions that they're church mates and that taehyun is their drummer, and she's the singer and you're like ohhhhh.

“so, you know how me and yeonjun are in the play together.” you innocently bring up and she just nods.

“uh, yeah, you brought him up like twice today. everybody recognizes his name.”

“yeonjun? really?” you find that hard to believe since you only ever knew him through the play and you've never heard him anywhere else.

it was d-day the stage play. it was to be performed twjce today and tomorrow held in a theater not too far from town. you were doing a dress rehearsal of the play on the big theater stage without equipment and after your final scene you're walking down the stairs to the backstage when you almost trip on your face, and another one of the actors catches you in his arms— “woah, you good?” you recognize him to be choi soobin who added you on your social media. you know he's a senior so you rarely hang out or talk with him but he's so admittedly attractive. you chuckle a little as you steady yourself and bow your head in apologies and he chuckles back.

“y/n in communications, right?” he asks as he fixes his necktie, he plays the principal of the school. you nod and chuckle as you play with your fingers.

“you're mr. soobin...” you mumble. and he just chuckles at how cute you are as he puts on his glasses for his next scene and climbs to the next scene, you don't miss the wink he gives you as he goes up the stairs and minds his own business. you're blushing so hard and as you turn on your heel and you see yeonjun loosening his necktie nonchalantly as if he didn't just witness you flirting with someone in the cast.

“i thought you had a girlfriend.” he blankly states as he unbuttons his dress shirt and you look away awkwardly as he changes into something more comfortable.

“excuse me?” you ask and he just shrugs as he dabs his sweaty face with a handkerchief and sprays a mist on his angekic features.

“you know, hannah?” he asks and you're just like... face palm.

“no? lmao, we're literally just friends. besides, she's allowing taehyun to court her.” you laugh as you test random shades of foundations you find on the makeup table backstage and yeonjun just nods understandingly as he fixes his hair in the mirror, and then soobin enters the backstage, and everyone else enters the backstage and it's no longer just you two.

later into the day, your next performance is in two hours and everyone is preparing their wardrobe and props and you're having some prosthetics put on your face since your character is a ghost who committed suicide and had half of their face crushed on the fall, and as you're getting your prosthetics done, yeonjun is sitting next to you having his makeup done in silence when you calmly ask if he has any music on his phone since yours is dead and he just replies a nonchalant “knock yourself out.” and he places his phone on the table 'n your just like...? okay. as you grab it, literally nobody has been so chill with their phone like that. so casually, you mischievously sneakily change his wallpaper to a forehead selfie you just took with his phone and begin playing a random spotify playlist he has.

“lmao is this your playlist?” you ask as 'careless whisper' begins to play and he chuckles.

“no, that's my father's. he enjoys the whole old music thingy... cuz... he's old.”

“do you enjoy it?” you ask and he just shrugs.

“i listen to all kinds of music... they're all a bop as long as it has a good beat or message i'd listen to it.” and you nod at his response. makes sense.

“i like hannah's music though.” Yeonjun casually brings up 'n ur like “does he like hannah?” but you just shake your head and dismiss the ridiculous thought.

“yeah, she's a great musician.” you agree and you pick his phone up again to skip the song. “you have any games?” you ask as you look through his phone and he chuckles.

“i have one basketball game... and bitlife.” he mumbles.

“Lord, just get a room you two.” your makeup artist just complains and you two giggle like a bunch of school children, you look over to yeonjun and can't help but feel a little more motivated at the fact that he didn't try to deny it.

the play is over and, well, you two don't really keep in touch anymore. you're in completely different majors and blocks and live two completely different lives. honestly, there wasn't anything romantically strong with your interactions and you didn't think it was worth staying acquainted afterward — especially since you were so distracted with somebody else who kept messaging you... soobin. your senior who seems really interested in you and wasn't afraid to court you. and he's cute. and tall. and reminds you of a rabbit.

he's not super smart and honestly has a great personality, you were obsessed with his looks and voice and the fact that he was a senior and very obviously interested in you was driving you crazy, and you were mostly flirting back and forth... you never really flirted with anyone like this and, well, why not with someone who actually shows some interest in you? it's sad, really, he eventually confesses that he likes you even though it was obvious, but you'd feel so awful if you rejected him now after 'leading him on' for a few months.

you didn't actually like him, you just smiled at his cute texts and was always really nice to him.. and he had an adorable pet hedgehog! and... you didn't expect him to confess so soon. but you tell him to take you on a date first and you'll see how it goes. you post it on your story eventually. “first date with a cutie” or smth and yeonjun can't help but “jokingly” reply “don't go on that shit” 'n ur just like “okay 💀” but you go anyways.

the date was super fun and enjoyable, you first went to the park and took photos, but it was a little hot so you went the food park nearby to buy drinks, then went to the arcade and he attempted DDR which you were shocked when he was super talented in dancing and as the sun set, there was a christmas event at the same park so many lights and then it started snowing. but as he walked you back to your doorstep you realized it all felt so platonic to you... and you hugged him goodnight at the promised curfew your brother gave you and said goodbye to your handsome first date.

yeonjun really wants to ask for details but it's not his place, you two barely talk recently and he honestly doesn't know why he's so interested!! it's your life, you can do whatever the damn hell you want. he irritably throws his phone against the mattress and begins to do his homework as a stress reliever.

a christmas party is being held at hannah's house, ofc ur invited and ofc taehyun is invited so OFC yeonjun is invited, also bang chan and ur brother are acquaintances so they're drinking together on the rooftop. as hannah manages the rest of the party. honestly, the first big party you've attended without your entire family and with people who are your age and not relatives so you were just a little shy when it came to everything. you were in the kitchen when 'perfect blues' started playing, you felt most comfortable there as you drank your 3rd alcoholic beverage of the night — unafraid of getting wasted since this is your bsf's house.

“how'd the first date go?” yeonjun smoothly walks up to you and you laugh.

“didn't work. i didn't feel romantically attracted to him. broke his heart.” you said coldly as you took a sip of your drink and he just sips in air and tilts his head.

“ooh, y/n is cold... who knew.” he teases and you just laugh.

“what can i say, i gave him a chance and it didn't work... maybe my heart just belongs to someone else.” you whisper near him before leaving your drink on the counter and heading toward the couch, sitting in between taehyun and hannah and taehyun is just like? so offended n ur like “hannah can i bang someone in your house?” and she leans in so interested and taehyun looks less offended.

“PLEASE tell me it's...” he manifests, his hands together as he stares at the ceiling.

“it's yeonjun.”

“yes.” you hear taehyun whisper as he fist bumps hannah behind you.

“anywhere but mine and chan's bedroom, i hate to say this but taehyun lend them some of your condoms. bang safe.” she winks.

“oh, yeonjun has a few with him at all times.” taehyun casually just spills and hannah and you shrug like what did you expect honestly.

now with permission, you're looking around the house for the one and only, tipsy but conscious enough to know you want this and you've been wanting this—but not conscious enough to know the rational side of you would most definitely regret this, when you find him leaning against a wall talking with someone you just stare at them until they're done and he's like “hi?” and when you stay silent he's like... “you're drunk.” and you just shake your head.

“can we talk?” you ask.

“okay, sure.” he nods and you lead him to one of the guest bedrooms and you both sit down on the bed and you're just like...

“so... i've never really been one for college life. honestly, not even school life. and all of a sudden i'm some sociable college person and... i thought i'd just be... some silent student focusing on their studies and my personal life outside of school, and that all of my classmates would just be classmates and that was it but... then i met hannah and we became closer than ever i'm convinced we're forever bff's, and, then...”

yeonjun urges you to continue and you just lay down on your back “and then i went on my first date. and then...” you look at him, making eye contact. “i guess i've always liked you... but i... my first date experience didn't end so romantically so i guess i felt a little scared... and i wanted to keep you as... i guess just some college memory of the first boy i actually really fell for.” you say with a raspy voice. the muffled club like music in the background added to the ambience — the guest bedroom designed to be sound proof so not only can sound not get out but it's protected from sounds outside as well because both chan and hannah make music, it's only natural for their guest room... but yeonjun sees this as an advantage and he just looks at you, thinking of every possibility right now.

he settles for going on top of you, both hands by your ears, and then he leans on his forearms to go closer to your face and you're so shocked by the sudden closeness... you've never been this close to anyone before. and i mean anyone and you're just so nervous you close your eyes. “how drunk are you?” yeonjun asks and you gently open your eyes a little bit half-lidded.

“drunk enough to know i want this, not too drunk that you'll be taking advantage of me. i can consciously say that i'll take responsibility for anything that'll happen tonight.” you reply and yeonjun immidiately, hungrily, slams his lips onto yours. it's such a fiery, passionate kiss he's practically eating your lips. he bites your bottom lip and slips his tongue, the classic tactic, but nobody has ever done it to you and it's all moving so fast you could barely process how super fucking hot it was or the fact that his tongue is exploring your mouth right now and he's moaning against you.

he sucks on your bottom lip once, twice then he kisses your jaw, then he goes up to the back of your ear. and marks you right there, and he stops for a moment to take you. “i don't want to be just another college memory. God, y/n...” he whispers against your skin. you're so close to each other yet he wants more. you turn to look at him and you make eye contact for the first time in awhile and you cup his cheek and he leans into it, eyes closed and you place a soft kiss on his plump, red, wet lips and he lets out such a cheeky smile as he stares into your beautiful eyes.

“you're so beautiful like this.” he whispers, alcohol breath intoxicating your senses and you close your eyes.

“you're way more beautiful.. everyday, every time i see you in the hallway.” you confess and he smiles, kissing you on the lips again and again and you open your eyes.

“i was always jealous whenever i saw you hanging out with someone.” he confesses, and you kiss his lips.

“that's a little possessive.” you state and he chuckles.

“you want to see possessive?” you're not sure if he's flirting or joking. maybe both and you like it. he leans over and catches your mouth in a different kiss. it's passionate but less fiery than earlier, more romantic and gentle and he pushes you over to change your position into a more comfortable one as he slowly makes out with you and you moan against his mouth and he just found that so fucking sexy. your hands are now exploring his back, then his neck to his fluffy pink hair and you start playing with it as he sucks on your tongue then your lips and he groans a little, his pants beginning to feel a little restrained. and you grab his shoulder, the other hand moving to palm him through his pants.

he has to stop for a moment to let out the softest moan, he attempts to unzip his pants and you put your hand down his underwear, stroking his length without even seeing it first and he just wants to cum right then and there so badly, the way you hold his dick is so adorable he just wants to treasure this moment forever — but he knows from now on there are going to be many moments to treasure. he moves down to kiss you again—

click.

the sound of the door opening shocks you both. in a frenzy, you quickly pull your hand out of yeonjun's underwear and push him away, he futilely attempts to zip his pants up while you try to fix your hair as a man walks into the room.

it's bang chan. he peaks his head in. “o-oh...!" he exclaims as he slowly processes the situation. "hi...y/n... yeonjun... s-sorry! i really didn't mean to interrupt!” he shuts the door. “and use protection!” you hear his muffled voice through the door.

“woah, what was that, who was he with in there?” you hear changbin exclaim through the door as well. he also happens to be yeonjun's good friend. which makes the hairs on yeonjun's arm lift. the two of you just sit there for a good moment, eyes locking and you erupt into silent laughter. you're a little embarrassed and flustered but you're not ashamed — you got permission, found a room, and you take responsibility for whatever happens, but now you can't really continue, can you?

“maybe next time...” yeonjun mumbles, a little breathless and you nod in agreement, a bit disappointed. “i can take you to dinner tomorrow though, if you can...” he attempted, and you nod, offering him a small, sweet smile and he smiles back, knowing he finally has you... not officially, but he knows he'll make you his in no time.

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monstersflashlight · 3 months ago

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Would love a Story about a pleasureslime that would function as a toy, like it can move itself form itself, etc and you can buy more and fuse them, but then it gets out of control and you become the toy. Non gendered person x slime

Hi darling! I'm so sorry this took so much to answer. But here it is. Hope it was worth the wait.

Tw: heavy dub-con

When the pleasure slime was released into the market you were one of the first ones to get it. You were beyond excited to get your hands on one. And it was great. You never thought so

mething as malleable as slime could give you such amount of pleasure. It was insane in a way that made your brain fuzzy and your hole clench around it. It was the best experience of your life.

So you became addicted.

Addicted to the point where you couldn't help getting a new one. And a new one. And a new one. You stacked them over and over, it was one of the perks of the product. You could get as many as you want and stack them to create a bigger one, one with more functions. One... better. And good lord was it better... It was phenomenal.

It was the experience of a lifetime and you couldn't hold yourself together as you came over it, covered in it. The slime was smooth and prelubed so it was just... perfect. It sucked and probed and poked. You were beyond yourself with it. So much that you got late to work at least three times because you got wrapped up in it to the point of losing sense of reality. It was THAT good.

So you got a new one.

At that point in time the slime was almost as big as you. But that only made it better. It was the best lover you ever had, so pliant and excitable under you, over you, inside of you. It reached parts of you that were unexplored before. It reached every erogenous zone at once and it drove you crazy with pleasure.

So you got more.

It became bigger than you, stronger in a way, but it was so soft. The idea that it could literally consume you drove you into a frenezy of pleasure. But then things turned weird.

At first it was just tiny things, reaching around you without any control, touching you in places you didn't have control over... You didn't mind it that much. Until one day you woke up with the pleasure slime holding you down and fucking into every hole in your body. Your moth gagged, your hole clenching around its girth. It was scary but so, so pleasurable your eyes were rolling into your head.

It fucked you until you were sore. And then some more. Your body held in its mass as you squirmed with what felt like the thousand orgasms in a row. It fucked your throat, your needy hole... And at the same time it worked every single pleasure point in your body. It was maddening, your brain almost to the point of breaking. You didn't know what time it was, where you were or what you were anymore.

You became the sex toy of your sex toy... and you didn't mind it.

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monstersholygrail · 5 months ago

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When you tell him "just the tip" but he's a tentacle monster so he proceeds to slam about a foot of his tentacle deep inside you before fucking you within an inch of your life.

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sstrwbrryccke · 10 months ago

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— bullying him pt.3 | sub soobin

part 1 | part 2 | part 4

tags: loser!nerd!soobin x bully!mean!reader, gn reader, possessive reader, mentions of possessive acts, pet play slightly, dubcon, tons of public humiliation, public sex, bullying, mutual pinning with heavy denial, both are obsessed for each other, unhealthy relationships, reader is pretty sadistic, foot on crotch, exhibitionism, handjob, multiple orgasms, public fondling, fluff at end

tag: @zuzuhasablog

you tapped an impatient foot on the ground, periodically checking your phone for the time. he was late by 2 minutes now, and you feel your irritation rise as you type snarky texts to him. how was it that you were the one who came early to the pity date? it was seriously ridiculous. shouldn’t he be on time to the date he looked forward to?

yn: where tf are you? loser: im sorry im sorry im so sorry im coming right now yn: im going to pull your hair out when i see you mutt. loser: im sorry please forgive me

if it turned out that he had stood you up, you were seriously going to rain hell on him. he’s going to get shoved into the locker, have his hair roughly grabbed and face thoroughly punched until he’s bloodied and bruised. though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of a punishment compared to your usual bedroom activities with him. he would probably enjoy the process too; as it meant all your attention was on him. you realised after a bit that he really was a desperate. masochistic. mutt. (or maybe he just craves your validation that badly)

just as you were cursing him out in your mind, you see a tall figure in the distance, stumbling and running towards you like the loser he is. you can tell he spots you as well because he quickly turns to the nearest reflective surface to fix his appearance and hair; even popping a mint in his mouth before running up to you. his face was pink, probably from the exercise— his plump lips pressing into an apologetic smile.

“sorry, i’m sorry i’m late.” he was slightly out of breath from running.

“sorry? fucking mutt. do you not respect my time? if you were any later i would’ve stood your ass up.” you shove him by the shoulder and he looks at you like a kicked dog.

he shakes his head profusely at your accusation, desperately trying to get back into your good favours.

“no— no! i’m, i, i’m so sorry. i respect your time, i’m so dumb i know.”

soobin degrades himself as he chews at his bottom lip, hoping he didn’t upset you enough for you to leave him. he had been thinking about this date all night, he could barely even get any sleep. if he messes up now he’ll never forgive himself!

“—you, you look amazing by the way.” he stammers, fingers fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“i always look like this.” you deadpan, you didn’t bother to dress up more than you usually do in your school uniform. the most you did was pick out a simple, trendy outfit and brush your hair. bare minimum really.

“yeah you always look- i mean no, not that you don’t look amazing, always, because you do! but you look extra. amazing. compared to, usual…” he awkwardly stammers, making it worse for himself. he decides to just shut up before he embarrasses himself more and you ghost him.

“shut up and start walking, you loser.”

he follows behind you eagerly, glad you still want to hang out with him even after the most embarrassing stumble of his life. though to be honest, he stumbles like this quite a lot, and for some reason, you tolerate it (with only a few snide comments here and there). it was a few quiet seconds of walking, him being too afraid to speak up and you taking sly glances at him.

“why were you late?” you break the air, his head was lowered the entire walk, but he raises his head with your question. he was clearly nervous and sheepish as he averted his gaze.

“i… was picking an outfit.”

you give him a doubtful look and he continues, stuttering. “i— i didn’t know what style you liked. and… and i was trying to comply to your requests.”

ohhh... right, the request. you snicker to yourself. you forgot about that. it was just a small throwaway statement you texted him with no real thought behind it. you wanted to see if he would really follow through or not.

“so? show me.”

he’s nervous again, arms bracing himself as he glances around to check for people. soobin mentally hypes himself up before he pulls down his white turtleneck, showing you the silver collar around his neck. you cover your mouth with an audible pfft, laughing at him and he quickly rolls his turtleneck back up. god he was so foolish, but so obedient and cute.

“and? what about my other request?”

he looks at you wide eyed, stammering. “i, i can’t show you that!”

“did you do it?”

he blushes, hands clutching the edge of your hoodie, looking at you through his bangs. “please not here…”

he begs and you feel your heart soar. fuck, who taught him to act so cute? since when did the nerd know how to play sly? you clutch his crotch to feel for his cock and he silently whimpers.

“you didn’t wear any underwear, good boy.”

he trembles, moving away from your touch to look around, hoping no one caught you two. but his heart was in his throat and he was so excited about the praise you gave. so you liked what he did? he was over the moon. ‘good boy’, he repeated in his head. ‘good boy’.

it was unbearably adorable watching the cogs in his head malfunction, and you had to control yourself from ravaging him right here and there. you take the moment to appreciate his appearance, it was pretty obvious without him having to say so that he put a lot of effort into his outfit. he was wearing stylishly rimmed glasses, a jean jacket with a soft-lined collar, a white turtleneck and black pants. he also managed to get his hair under control, bangs carefully styled and curled.

you always thought he had looks, but this just proved how stunning he could look if he cleaned himself up. everyone else seems to agree too, and you notice the unsubtle glances thrown towards soobin. he stands out, tall and lean with a bunny-like charm. a few girls whispered and giggled, clearly blushing about him. but the attention twisted something dark in your chest, it grasped and dug its filthy nails into your heart. you wanted to lock him in your room and never let him see the light of day ever again. it was an insane thought process, deranged and unhinged. he wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a victim. you needed to get a grip.

you clutch his wrist tightly, pulling him along so he walks faster. he winces at the hold but lets you roughly handle him because it’s almost like you two are holding hands. he stares longingly at your hand and his, wishing you would interlock them again like you did yesterday. when you reach the mall, you watch with silent satisfaction as his eyes rake over the stores. there was a subtle pride you felt seeing him enjoy the choice you made.

“we have some time to kill before the restaurant reservation.”

he looks at you, eyes wide and plump lips smiling, you could almost see his irises sparkling. stupidly hopeful eyes. “you made a reservation for me?”

“don’t look at me like that. i just dont want to wait in line.”

he turns his gaze back to the front as you demand, but you can tell he is still giddy, ecstatic that you put even a sliver of effort into the date. it really didn't take much to satisfy him. even the slightest attention had him trembling. the two of you explore the mall, and naturally, soobin’s nerdy ass is drawn to the anime and manga stores. you tail behind him, mindlessly noting each thing he stares or geeks at.

while he was shuffling through the array of mangas, you pick out a shirt with a few familiar characters on it; you faintly remember soobin mentioning this show when you asked about his phone background. you tap him on the shoulder to get his attention, pointing to the shirt. “isn’t this your favourite anime?”

“oh! it’s limited edition!” he gasps out, excitement in his tone. taking the shirt from your grasp. his eyes widen in glee as he examines the details. the joy didn't last however, and soon he was putting the shirt back on the racks with a meek smile.

you raise an eyebrow “thought you liked it, nerd?”

he shyly looks at you, “yeah, but it’s too expensive.” he admits, clearly embarrassed. he feels like he was parading around his misfortune, look at this loser! no friends, no lover and now he doesn’t even have money. choi soobin, born on this earth and destined to be a loser.

“i’ll buy it for you.” your words cut through his thoughts. his cute hopeful eyes look up at you, and you interrupt him before he could utter out another word.

“but, you need to try it on for me first.” you continue, a pointed look on your face.

he pause for a second, the request was innocent enough, right?

☆★☆

he should’ve known, nothing was innocent with you. that's why he’s standing in the middle of the changing room with you sitting in the corner. a smirk on your lips.

“strip.”

he hesitates, but slowly shrugs off his jean jacket, he’s done this many times in front of you, and you’ve explored every nook and cranny his body can offer. but he never ceases to feel shy in his own skin, especially when you observe him like a collector would with a jewel. maybe its the setting that’s making him bashful, it feels borderline illegal to do such an act in the mall. even though many people have stripped down naked in the changing room, the way you make him feel is so sinful.

he takes off his turtleneck, exposing his bare chest, the silver collar complimenting his pale skin beautifully. it wasn’t much of a striptease and more of an activity he had to get over and done with, but it was still extremely arousing for you. watching him debase himself in his casual clothing. normally you only saw him in his school uniform (bruised, injured, crying, fucked out of his mind and all other similar variants), but watching him in his own clothing made you feel so much more powerful. like you had control and dominance over him even outside of school.

he awkwardly stands in the middle, half-naked. waiting for your next command. it didn't even take that much to train him! naturally so obedient.

“take off your pants too.”

he whimpers at this, clutching at his pants but not making a move. he begs you with his eyes, take pity on him please! not here!

“i’m… not wearing anything underneath”

“i know, take it off.”

“i, i, no, it’s.” he stammers, sweaty hands staining his pants.

“no? are you saying no to me?”

he shivers at your tone, nervously gulping. this didn't seem good at all. “i—!”his ears ring, reverberating in his chest. his right cheek was stinging red. “wh—“

you slap him again.

“mutts don’t talk.”

he shuts up at this, tears threatening to spill onto his glasses. you pull him forward by the silver collar and he helplessly stumbles as you tug him around. you observe the red slap marks on his cheeks, intertwined with his blush.

“you’ve been disrespectful since the beginning of the date. first you show up late and now you refuse to do something so simple? are you trying to make me mad choi soobin?”

he shakes his head desperately, a tear slipping down. he must be the lowest scum of the earth, because the rougher you treat him, the tighter his pants get. he isn’t a masochist he swears, but your attention (no matter good or bad) on him feels so good. he was so touch and attention starved, desperate for any kind of recognition from you.

“i’ll only repeat myself once, strip.”

he stumbles up, shaky hands quickly peeling his pants off his legs. his already hard cock embarrassingly erect and dripping the moment it’s exposed.

“look at that.” you coo, slapping his dick, making precum drip to the floor as he cries. “pretending to be so shy and innocent while you’re sporting a rock hard boner.”

he snivels pathetically, shaking his head and making his hair tousle around. the silver collar glints like a gem in the light. you chuckle cruelly. “okay, put your limited edition shirt on now.”

he bites back a whimper, he wanted you to touch him so bad. but he obediently slips on the shirt, it feels so dull against his skin, barely covering his cock. soobin rubs his thighs together, now more interested in you rather than the shirt. he wanted you to adore and spoil him, hell, spank him and hurt him too— just anything!

as if you read his mind, your hand reaches out, before you could even touch him, he starts trembling. you pull back with an amused smile and he immediately begins to cry and beg.

“no— no please touch me please touch me i’m sorry, i, i wanna, i wanna be good for you please!”

“bunny can’t even keep quiet?” you tease, putting your hands behind your back and he whines. the nickname thumping in his heart.

he starts again, though this time he tries to control his voice, suddenly aware that you two were still in public— only hidden away by a thin curtain. his bottom lip quivers as he moves closer to you, fingers meekly reaching out to grasp your hoodie. he leans his head on your chest and a small weak whisper escapes his pink lips.

“you already own me… so please just touch me…”

a shiver runs down your spine, holy shit this was dangerous. playing sly at first and now coy? he had an effect on you that you weren’t sure you liked. “i get it already so shut up and come here.” you lowly groan, pulling his body flush against yours. he tremors out a whine as you roughly grab his cock. he couldn’t complain though, because your warm hands were embracing him and touching him exactly where he wants. he melts in your hold, face comfortably nestled in the crook of your neck as you played with his cock. his groans and whines die down in your shoulder, and the way you thumbed his slit was almost domestic.

fuck what was this pathetic man doing to you? here you are in the changing rooms, letting this loser hug and sniffle into your shoulder as you jerk him off. the whole situation was bizarre and you were starting to feel lightheaded. weren't he supposed to be the one servicing you?

you press down on his cockhead particularly hard and he cries into your neck, biting the collar of your hoodie as you slide his cock underneath the limited edition shirt, rubbing him with the friction of the fabric. this sets him off, the motion just felt way too good, he keens into your fist, panting into your shoulder as he holds your hoodie tightly.

it was taking a little more than usual to make him orgasm, normally you would describe his orgasm speed as 'embarrassingly fast', but he seemed to be holding out for some reason. you give his cock an experimental squeeze and he just digs his face into your neck more. then it hits you, you haven’t given him permission yet. could he have been waiting for your verbal confirmation? maybe that's why he was squinting his eyes so tightly and biting down on your collar. just the thought itself sparked heat in your lower regions. it satisfied you more than you would like to admit.

so you lean down to where he was tucked, breath touching his ear.

“come for me”

it was a simple test on a guinea pig, cause and effect.

you eye him down as his body quivers, face flushing a thousand shades of red with an embarrassing amount of saliva wetting your hoodie collar. right after the command he releases, cock jittery and shaky as it spurts out come into the limited edition shirt. he finally lets go of your hoodie, taking a second to gain back his strength. when he comes to clarity, you can see the panic set in his throat. staring at the ruined limited edition shirt.

"what do we do? it's dirty now!"

"we buy it, what else?"

he hesitates and you raise a brow. "but, the, cashier she might, see this."

he vaguely gestures to the come stain on the shirt, right above his now flaccid cock.

"so? hurry up and change."

soobin seems troubled at your nonchalant response, but changes back to his outfit as you asked, timidly holding the ruined limited edition shirt. you shove the dollar bills in his hand.

"go up to the cashier, and pay."

somehow he summons up the courage to walk up to the counter, trying to ignore the feeling of his dick making contact with the rough jean fabric each time he took a step. it was all smooth at first, he let the cashier scan the item (making sure the stained patch was hidden), paid with the cash and felt the relief of freedom just as the cashier took the shirt to bag.

only for her to pause, soobin feels his palms clamber with sweat. she was staring at the shirt, an unreadable expression on her face before her eyes meet back with his.

"sir, it seems this shirt is stained."

god please just strike him down already.

"oh." he feels so dumb, only able to let out a sound in response. his tongue wasn't cooperating, how was he going to explain? what could he say? what should he say?

"ugh," the sound of exasperation makes him jolt. she's disgusted. she's definitely disgusted and he can never show his face in this store again.

"—it seems like the only one in stock. i'm so sorry for that sir."

she still doesn't know a thing. his heart was threatening to jump out of his throat. "it's, it's alright." his words came out weaker than he would've liked.

"are you sure si—"

"yes! yes! please give me that!" he couldn't help his sudden outburst, snatching the item from the poor lady's hands and running off in the opposite direction. he was dying from humiliation and his feet carried him like the wind over to you. he bit back tears as he faced you, bashfully showing you the receipt. it was times like this when he wishes he wasn't so tall, it would be so much easier to hide away in shame.

"what happened?" your introspective voice came through, he could hear your smirk.

"she saw the stain" he had to use all his willpower not to cry, hands clutching onto the shirt tightly. it was humiliating to admit, but a small part of him felt relief in his confession— as if the natural progression was for you to give him comfort and ease his anxieties.

"look at you soobin, so embarrassed and ashamed of your come stained shirt." you coo in your familiarly condescending yet comforting tone and he folds, nodding in agreement, tears brimming in his eyes. you rub his cheek, which was still red from the slap. it was such a surprisingly caring act that surprised both you and him, but he melted into your touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"you were so obedient bunny, let's go to the restaurant." he dumbly bobbed his head at the nickname. all he could think was how the humiliation was so worth the reward.

☆★☆

the cafe was packed, but it wasn't a big problem in the private booth. you tap your finger on the counter as you watch soobin go through the menu for the fifth time now. indecisive was his middle name.

"hurry up."

"what do you want?"

he's asked this for a millionth time now, could he really not decide without your input? the waiter has been standing there for a good minute. "dude, just choose what you want already. i'm getting impatient."

he purses his lips in clear panic, pointing to a random food item on the menu. "i'll, i'll have this!"

"an extra spicy jjamppong coming up." the waiter escapes quickly, leaving soobin with an exasperated and intimidated expression after having his order read out for him.

"what? loser can't handle spice?" you tease. he looks at you with a frown.

"i can eat spice!"

"right." the conversation ends there, but you weren't just going to just let him off like that. the table was so nicely set up after all, such a thick tablecloth.

"soobin, pull down your pants."

he immediately widens his eyes, looking around rapidly to see if anyone heard. "i, i don't know i,"

"calm down, no one can see under the tablecloth. pull it down." you rest your foot on his inner thigh, signalling to him. he lets out a shaky breath. your grin broadens as his hands travel down, shuffling his pants down to his knees. still paranoid, he takes another glance at the other customers.

you focus on something else entirely, your trailing foot to his exposed crotch to be exact. when the leather of your soles makes impact with his naked cock he wails before slapping a hand over his mouth. his thighs instinctively clamp around your foot, shivering and shaking his head. "mean, you're mean."

his bottom lip was quivering, thighs still clamped tightly as you pressed your foot down harder. "please." he whispers.

"hm?"

"please please ple—"

"here's your orders." the waiter interrupts with both of your orders, soobin glances at the man with terrified eyes, looking over at you in a silent prayer.

you smile graciously (you press harder on his cock) as you take the plates (his thighs shake and you rub your foot ever so slightly), what a nice waiter, of course, you had to start a conversation! (he tried to control his panting but his face was a scarlet red), turns out the waiter was born in japan, how very interesting (you start going in a circular motion and soobin nearly keens), his father met his mother during a road trip! (you knew from his expression that he was already leaking onto your shoes), wow and he's fluent in three languages (soobin's thighs are spasming and you were rubbing him hard, you can tell he couldn't hold it in anytime soon).

"it all started when i encountered a multilingual tourist as a child."

the conversation was a little redundant now, wasn't it? you were talking to the waiter, yet staring intensely at soobin in the eyes, a snicker on your lips. "come again?" you press down, and his body shudders, thighs so tightly squeezed around your foot it could almost cut circulation, he was curled in ever so slightly. shivering in the aftereffects of his second orgasm today.

"huh?" the confused tone of the waiter piques.

"nevermind, thank you for your time."

the waiter leaves, slightly befuddled by the conversation. while you turn your attention back to soobin who is breathing heavily with red-tinted cheeks. "wow, orgasming in a public space again, what a perv."

the words hit him hard in his chest and tears drop from his eyes, he could only let out a small 'sorry' in shame before dropping his head down. his sleeves come up to desperately wipe at his eyes and save some face, at least it was all over now and he could enjoy his meal in peace, hopefully!

"can... can i pull my pants back up now?"

"hmm can you?" you tease, and he pauses, unsure of how to approach the situation.

"can i please?" some begging would do the trick, right?

"you can if you jerk yourself off."

he pouts, and more tears drop on the table as he squeezes his thighs around your foot. but he obediently slides his hands down to try and make himself hard again. his cock was so so so sensitive to the sensation, but limp in his hands. it hurts to stroke, it hurts to touch. the longer it took for him to get it up the more he frowned and panicked.

finally, you had enough, you were just playing with him anyway, so you slide your foot off with a chuckle. he looks at you in confusion. "i was joking dumbass, put your pants back on."

you dig into your food, and soobin follows suit right after he shuffles his pants back on, looking up at you hesitantly. though the moment the food touched his tongue, all he could think was—spicy! now he was crying for an entirely different reason, he was never the strongest spice contender, and this was another league of spice.

you notice his discomfort, laughing when he ducks his head down. "too spicy?" "no..." he responds, surprisingly stubborn on this matter. he pettily eats another spoonful of noodles (swiftly to regret it). you just roll your eyes, watching him eat in amusement.

☆★☆

the date ended smoothly after, nothing else notable happened (other than some pervy touches and teasing from your side), back at your room again (it was a common occurrence for the two of you to stay in your room, he told you once he didn't enjoy staying in his home).

you flopped onto your bed while soobin shuffled in, putting his things neatly to the side and closing the door behind him. he stared at you as you typed messages to your friends (they had been filling up your notifications all day because you were ignoring them), he awkwardly stood near the foot of the bed.

"uhm, i, thank you, for today. i had fun." he starts bashfully.

"so you don't have fun with me every other day?" you deadpan and he stutters, being caught off guard.

"n—no that's, not what i—"

"i wasn't serious, idiot."

he shuts his mouth quickly, silent again and unsure of how to start up another conversation.

"god you're such a loser. look in that bag over there." you break the air, pointing to a grey bag you had been carrying for the whole day. he was curious about it but wasn't brave enough to ask. so when you gave him the go-ahead he didn't hesitate to dig his hand in. when he pulled out a box containing a figurine from his favourite anime, clear confusion was evident in his face.

"i didn't know you liked—"

"no shithead it's for you."

his mouth drops open, bunny-like eyes widening as your words start to register in his head. instantly he lights up visibly, smiling uncontrollably as he admires the figurine in his hands. it wasn't anything crazy, was rather affordable compared to the prices of other figurines, but soobin's heart soared at the gift and he felt like he was on cloud nine. you didn't pay attention to his reaction, or that's how it seemed, because you were secretly staring at every differing expression on his face.

"thank you... i, thank you so much..."

"it's not even a big deal, you're so dramatic."

but it was a big deal for soobin, he tenderly held the gift in his hands. this was the first time he's gotten anything from anyone other than his parents and occasionally aunt and uncle. it really did feel like the two of you were dating, even if nothing is official and the most accurate label on the relationship was 'bully and victim'.

"can i unwrap it?"

"i don't care."

he slowly unwraps the gift, taking the figurine out of the box carefully as he begins to admire all the details of the sculpture. you, on the other hand, admire him, no matter how much you deny it, there was something so addicting about both his happiness and pain. it hooked you on like a drug.

"sleep over."

he knew what you meant, in a seemingly harmless phrase. it often happened like this, an insignificant and passing statement. strange in retrospect, you were his bully and the door was right there, if soobin wanted to, he could make a run for it.

but the both of you knew he wouldn't. your attention was almost an obsession to him, no matter how good or bad.

"okay."

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kyujism · 10 months ago

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⟢ ◌ boyfriend stories with beomgyu ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

♡ིྀ masterlist is right here ! genre fluff, smau , pairing ? beomgyu x gn reader word count none warnings none

a/n : ik i mostly post gg BUT BEOMGYUU!!! also he literally has an insta soo which member should i do next tho

#beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x female reader #beomgyu x gn reader #gn reader #txt x reader #txt #txt x you #txt x gn reader #txt x y/n #beomgyu imagines #txt imagines #txt smau #smau #fae’s works

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xypherz · 11 months ago

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texting bsf!txt “i can’t cum”

warnings: nsfw, mdni, you will be blocked; lowercase intended; txt offers to help reader (obvi); mentions of medicine (antidepressants) being the cause of reader’s issue (soobin); petnames: love, baby, honey, sweetheart; some dom/sub dynamics? dom!txt; cursing??; i think that’s it but pls let me know

gender neutral reader as always (this is self indulgent im sorry)

I USED THE WRONG YOU’RE IN SOOBINS GUYS MURDER ME

also sorry for the weird cropping and formatting?? first time doing fake text format 😭

soobin

yeonjun

beomgyu

taehyun

hueningkai

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strangerstilinski · 10 months ago

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listen, eddie munson is a certified nuisance boyfriend through and through

if you're cooking dinner? he's wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck while you shuffle a small step back from the stovetop before he can burn himself

you're trying to straighten a picture frame hanging high on the wall and instead of answering your question as to whether it needs to be nudged a bit higher on the left, he's busy watching the way that your thighs and calves flex as you push onto your toes and his eyes are resolutely glued to the curve of your ass which, obviously, is far too distracting for his ears to work properly

when you're sweetly washing his hair for him in the shower and trying valiantly not to let any suds drip into his eyes? his chin is tipped down towards his chest while he playfully fondles your chest beneath the spray. and when the soap inevitably does get in his eyes, he's oh-so dramatic about it and accusing you of trying to blind him despite the turn of events being entirely his fault

and when you're trying to watch a movie and he falls blissfully silent, his ongoing commentary trailing off in a way that you really should know by now is just a bit too good to be true. the reason for his lack of verbal distraction is revealed when his fingers begin toying with the ends of your hair, his attention having shifted to you, under the soft glow of the television, looking so pretty that he can't help but stare, uncaring whether he misses a few minutes of vital plot in the film because he knows you'll give only a small, fond sigh before curling into his chest and explaining it to him

#does this even make sense? methinks not but also i do not care #eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson txt #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #txt

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bowlofsoob · 11 months ago

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ACCIDENTALLY TEXTING YOUR EX BFF

choi soobin x gender neutral reader

where you and soobin were once close friends until he confessed a year ago and you rejected him because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. after that he asked for some space and you guys haven’t spoken since. one late night you wallow in your pity and reread your old texts and accidentally send one.

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Truth was you didn’t have a meeting with any advisor, but you’d been up all night going through every scenario on how today would go. And most of them ended with Soobin hating your guts forever, so you made up a lie to delay seeing him.

The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia as you made your way towards the cafe, the bell chiming and notifying your arrival. You immediately spotted a head of blonde hair in the corner booth, where Soobin was waiting for you. He was dumping way too many packets of sugar into his coffee and looked just as you remembered. Like home.

It had been a year since the both of you last spoke, a long twelve months filled with the echoes of a friendship. You, fueled by a sense of longing and the accidental press of a send button, had reignited a conversation that had been put on hold for far too long.

As you made your way towards him the atmosphere tightened as you started to feel the weight of unspoken words brewing inside you.

Soobin looked up at the sound of your footsteps and mustered a hesitant smile, a mixture of relief and uncertainty dancing in his eyes as you sat across from him.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice a careful blend of warmth and reservation. You had almost forgotten what he sounded like.

“Hi,” you said, returning the greeting as a nervous smile played on your lips. A sense of awkwardness hung between you two, an unspoken acknowledgement of your last conversation a year ago.

Soobin pushed a cup towards you, steam rising up from it as he placed some creamer beside it.

“I ordered for you, you still like it the same way right?” he asked.

“Yeah, you remembered,” you comment, looking up at him as you take a sip.

“How could I forget?” he laughed. A laugh you could recognize anywhere.

“It’s been a while,” you start, awkwardness still lingering between you both.

Soobin took a sip of his drink, his hands too big for the cup as he broke the silence.

“Yeah, it has,” he spoke, memories of a year ago still weighing on him. It was like a barrier that the both of you wanted to dismantle.

“You know, I’ve missed you,” you admitted, finally meeting Soobin’s eyes. The vulnerability laced in your voice was palpable, yearning for a connection that once was.

Soobin’s expression softened, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. He hesitated before nodding, “I’ve missed you too.”

There was a weight of unspoken words hanging between them and you could sense Soobin’s guarded heart, a reflection of the hurt you caused him a year ago.

After a few more awkward glances you finally navigated the delicate dance of a conversation with someone who once confessed their love to you.

Soobin told you about Yeonjun’s crush on Beomgyu and how he called it months ago. He showed you new photos of his pet hedgehog and how he shit in Yeonjun’s room. You learned about all the gossip he’s heard from the semester and the professors he’s grown to hate. As you both chatted about the past year you couldn’t shake the desire to address the lingering emotions. You knew Soobin wasn’t going to bring it up, leaving you guys standing at the edge of a confession that neither was brave enough to voice.

Soobin feels it too, the precipice you both are on.

He wants to jump.

“Bin, there’s something I want…no. I need to say,” you confess, earnest.

Soobin looked up from where he was in the middle of showing you photos from his summer trip, curiosity and caution wavering in his eyes.

“What is it?” he asked, shutting off his phone.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and continued, “Back then, when you confessed your feelings, I was scared. Scared of losing our friendship if things didn’t work out. But over this year, I’ve realized I miss more than just our friendship.”

Soobin’s gaze on you intensified as he searched for the unsaid words.

“I missed you…because I have feelings for you too,” you confess, “Back then and I still do.”

Soobin’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face as he set his mug down.

“Yn, I…,” Soobin swallowed, a hint of nervousness stopping him, “I never stopped liking you,” he admitted, his tone sincere. “And I wouldn’t let our feelings ruin what we have, I value our friendship too much to let it be overshadowed by my feelings. If you’re still willing, maybe we could figure this out together.”

As the weight of the confessions hung in the air you found yourself at a loss for words and could only dumbly nod back at him.

“I'd like that,” you managed to say.

Soobin’s gaze softened, a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Yn, I want to add something,” he begins, voice tinged with shame, “I’m sorry for asking for space and leaving you for a year. I regretted it everyday and it wasn’t fair to you, I could’ve dealt with it better.”

You met Soobin’s nervous gaze, the air heavy with unspoken forgiveness.

“I understand,” you reply, “How could I not? We both could’ve done better but let’s just move forward.”

“I'd like that,” Soobin smiled, “Can I sit next to you?”

You scoot over and let Soobin join you on your side of the booth. His body was pressed against yours in the small booth as he kept sending you glances. You were still in a state of disbelief as to how things worked out, fully expecting Soobin to laugh in your face at your confession.

Instead here he was, cheeks turning pink everytime you guys brushed shoulders.

“I know we’re in public but…I really wanna kiss you,” Soobin whispers, turning towards you.

“I’ve been wanting to for a whole year,” you whisper back.

Soobin holds back a smile and fails. He cradles your head, his hands swallowing you whole, and leans in to give you just a peck.

“Not enough?” he asks coyly as you pout.

Soobin surges towards you again, this time licking your mouth open and tasting your coffee flavored breath. You’re both the same amount of desperate and assertive, a year’s worth of lust fueled into one kiss.

Soobin catches your bottom lip between his teeth and swells them prettier.

He feels like home.

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ryxiez · 5 months ago

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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.

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astrozuya · 2 years ago

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☆ PRETTY LIPS 一 c. sb

✧ pairings: choi soobin x gn!reader

✧ genre: fluff. wc: 580. warnings: established relationship. lowercase intended. soft drabble about highschool bf!soobin and you kissing after a party. ♡

it's late when you and soobin decide its time to leave. the party's not over yet, not by a long shot— yeonjun's parties are notorious for lasting from dusk till dawn— but soobin's social battery ran out a while ago, and you're sleepy, ready to go home too.

his brown eyes meet yours from across the room, and he jerks his head towards the door, mouthing 'can we go?' over the loud pop music blasting from the speakers.

you nod, stifling a yawn, and wave goodbye at your friends. then you make your way over to the door, soobin close behind.

he pulls on his coat, turning the collars up, before glancing at you. "ready to go?"

"yeah." you wrap your scarf around your neck and the two of you step outside, shivering.

as you begin walking up the road towards soobin's car, you playfully bump your shoulder into soobin's, whining, "why'd you have to park your car so far away? i'm tired!"

"a little exercise once in a while is good for you, dummy," soobin teases, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him.

there's silence for a while as you walk up the road. it's pretty secluded, with barely any people or cars around. you don't mind though— you're grateful for some peace and quiet after the overwhelming chaos of the party.

the cold breeze ruffles your hair, tickling your skin. soobin's shoulders bump into you, and his fingers brush against yours.

"if you want to hold hands just say so," you say, smiling when he blushes.

its not as if this is your first time holding hands— you've gone way further than just holding hands, if you're being honest— but moments like these are common, when soobin gets shy all of a sudden. you don't mind though. how could you, when he's so gut wrenchingly cute?

he wordlessly tightens his hand around yours, and his lips curve up into a pout. you bite back a smile, whispering "your lips are so pretty."

"hm? did you say something?" soobin asks.

you shake your head, embarrassed. soobin begins humming, swinging your hands back and forth, and you soon join in. it helps pass the time, and before you know it, you're at the car.

soobin starts to unlock the door, but you tug at his sleeve, hesitant. "soobin… let's stay here for a bit, okay? i don't wanna go home just yet."

he shrugs, and sits down on the hood of the car. "sure." he stretches out an arm towards you. "c'mere, baby."

you sit down beside him, cuddling close into his warmth as his arm gently wraps around you.

your gaze turns upwards to the sky. it's clear tonight, a blanket of dark midnight blue full of twinkling stars.

soobin looks up too, the corners of his lips curling up into a soft smile. "the stars are pretty…" he breathes out.

you watch him, mentally tracing the curve of his upper lip, admiring the way his dark eyelashes frame his cheeks, burning his face into your memory. "pretty," you agree, before leaning in to kiss him.

soobin's eyes widen a little, surprised but happy. despite his intimidating appearance, his kisses are tender, hands softly cupping your cheeks, lips brushing gently against yours.

there's no rush, and soobin takes his time, deepening the kiss. when you finally pull away, out of breath, he smiles, gently stroking your cheek.

"i love you," you breathe out adoringly, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. "i love you, choi soobin."

soobin smiles, dimples showing. "i love you too, [name]."

this time you don't hesitate to tell him, "your lips are pretty," before leaning in for another kiss.

✧ notes: i was listening to pretty lips by winehouse last night & thought of soob's lips (the actual prettiest lips to ever exist. btw) so i wrote this lol. it was 1 am and this is not proofread (sorry) BUT considering i haven't written anything in two months i think this is pretty okay-ish?? idk. anyways live laugh love soobin's lips <3

#soobin x reader #txt x reader #soobin x gn!reader #soobin x male reader #txt soft hours #soobin drabbles #soobin fluff #txt imagines #soobin imagines #soobin soft hours #txt x male reader #txt x gn!reader #txt fluff

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incogrio · 5 months ago

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omg I loved your soobin fic btw! I was wondering can you do ot5 txt being jealous/protective of the reader?

ot5 - jealousy, jealousy

pairing: ot5 x reader (separately)

genre: fluff, bit of smut and angst

synopsis: how the members show jealousy!

warnings: jealousy, possessiveness, smut, anger etc!

a/n: thank you so much for the request!! hope u enjoy!! this isn’t proof read don’t kill me pls!!

yeonjun:

i feel as though yeonjun would show his jealousy in a more whiney manner

like, he wouldn’t outright say anything to you or the person making him jealous in the moment

i imagine you’re also an idol, maybe even in txt and an interviewer makes comments about your appearance and how you’re the most desirable of the group

yeonjun, being ever professional simply smiles and laughs

lingers behind you as you reject the guy once the cameras are off

but after… he’ll come to you like a big baby all like

“he flirted with you right in front of meeeee..!!” he’d whine out with a slight high pitched tone as he tucked his head into your neck

“i rejected him, i only want you jjunie,” you’d reassure

only for him to respond with, “but i was right thereeeee!!! don’t i look boyfriend enough!!!!” and his perfect lips would form a perfect pout and you couldn’t resist but to kiss his sad face away :(

that would most likely lead to him smiling against your lips and the craziest sex ever.. like full on

“bet he has a smaller dick than me, huh? bet he couldn’t make you drool the way i do. he wishes he could see you like this doesn’t he? too bad only i can see you all disheveled.. only me, right baby? just daddy right?”

yes jjunie has a daddy kink argue with the WALL.

as for what made him jealous, i think he’s a little crazy and would be annoyed when someone so much as looks at you for too long

he would never blame you or your outfit, simply the pervs who wish they could have you

thinks it’s funny whenever you’re jealous, doesn’t really see that he’s just as hot as you

also finds it crazy that you’d think he’d want anyone else

just remind him that you only want him and kiss his pouty lips and maybe give him a blowjob and he’ll be fine…

until you do promotions again

soobin:

sigh… loser soobie doobie.

i feel like soobie would be annoyed by it if anything

also VERY passive aggressive

let’s say you’re in a library, looking at a book that you might want

a rando comes up mansplaining the novel you’re holding and soobin comes up behind you like 😒🤨

FR LOOKS AT HIM WITH SUCH DISGUST.

yall know that clip of him during that live where he’s looking at the members w that disgusted look? yeah that’s him rn

the guy reaches forward to touch your arm all like “i just think this book might be too complicated for you”

ha. ha ha. soobin pulls you back into his chest before the guy can touch you and looks at him so angrily. “they’re fine. they can pick their own book.” he says it with such an eerily calm tone despite his aggressive gum chewing and fingertips digging slightly into your waist.

mf just gives an awkward smile, raises his hands in surrender and walks away

soobin literally mutters “pussy” under his breath LMFAO

he doesn’t really say much after that, only keeping a hand on you till you get to the car

“bunny, do you think i should read this book or this one first?” you ask, lifting up both books as he pulls out of the parking lot.

he rolls his eyes slightly, driving (hotly) and looking only at the road before saying: “dunno. ask your new book expert boyfriend.”

you literally have to stifle your laugh. for soobie, he’s a sucker for your cuteness

soooo u just pout at him cutely and rest your elbow on the console and your head in your hand

“don’t be mad bunny… only want you :(“

he does that thing where he smiles and pokes his tongue to his cheek in faux annoyance (i’m horny)

just smiles and shakes his head, reaching to you and holding your thigh tightly, you rest your hand on his

he may seem all tough right now, but don’t worry soon you’ll have him tied up and whimpering after making him cum over and over to make sure he knows his worth 💋

tbh seems like the type to bring it up randomly too LMFAOO

beomgyu:

beomgyu… hehehe

i imagine this to happen outside of a food truck

he’s waiting w you, probably talking to you about something stupid and you suddenly get a poke on the shoulder

you turn around, and beomgyu looks with you and sees a guy

as you’re rejecting the guy, gyu is literally snickering and giggling to himself

you are so embarrassed by him this mf is literally cackling

you’d think there was a witch behind you

the guy is definitely STILL in earshot as he walks away dejectedly, and beomgyu immediately giggling and smoothly tugging you to be in his arms

“did you see his face???? he thought he had a chance w you???!!! my girl?? yahhhgh!!! he’s soooo stupid!” he says all loudly and dramatically. he has that little smirk on his face as he says this, but has his arms tightly around you as though the guy would come and kidnap you

you see behind the facade, simply reaching up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “only want you,” you mutter, and he hums and smiles against your lips

“ahhh i knowww!! that’s why it’s so funny!”

he’d rather die than admit insecurity in the middle of a goddamn food truck line.

probably doesn’t talk about it until it’s late at night and you’re cuddled in bed

he might even start crying :(

for gyu, i don’t see sex being a good reassurance thing for him

i think he’d prefer to just sit with you, watching a bad movie and making fun of it together

randomly kissing you and every time you know what he wants to hear: “only want you, bear”

if you were to fuck, he’d deffo want to eat you out

“only i can taste this pussy, only your bear,” he’d grumble as you twist his long hair in your fingers, tugging him closer to your sopping cunt

taehyun:

mickey mouse voice: oh boy!

if you think you’re getting any other reaction other than silence, you’re WRONG.

hmmm let’s say you’re at the gym, watching him work out bc wow free show

at one point he walks away to grab weights from the other side of the gym and you wait for him to come back

suddenly, a sweaty yucky man is getting closer to you, and oh wow look he’s staring at you

as taehyun turns around, he sees you talking to him but doesn’t really mind because he knows you’re his

but then he gets closer and hears the guy complimenting your body… he just pauses for a second, making brief eye contact w you and continuing to set up his little work out thing (i don’t work out can u tell)

he knows you’ll tell the guy why you’re actually here

“so… why don’t we go grab protein shakes after you finish working out?” you wanted to scream. you were wearing jeans. WHO WORKS OUT IN JEANS?? you hadn’t touched a single machine and you hate protein shakes. is this guy a dunce.

“oh no thank you, i’m here to watch my boyfriend. he’s right there,” you point at tae, who is now bench pressing over 100 pounds and woah.. hehe

yeah no the guy could not have left faster. tae still doesn’t say anything.

you keep watching him, now sitting on the floor until he gets up from the bench and sits in front of you

before you can ask, he gestures for you to hold his feet and starts doing sit ups

except, after the first one, he starts puckering his lips when he sits up

oh!

sit up after sit up, he kisses you as he comes back up

he literally did over one hundred and you were drunk on him by the time he finished

his way of staking his claim i suppose… probably made sure that the guy was watching too

tbh… that’s all the reaction you’re gonna get

after, you ask why he didn’t say anything and he just shrugs and is like, “i know you’re mine. and you know i’m yours. i don’t need to prove anything.”

then you’re like, “so why did you do the sit up thing”

“i was horny.” you literally choke on your smoothie

when you guys get home he definitely fucks you but not super roughly or anything… super romantically actually

his thought process, conscious or not, is: you could go out and fuck someone and they’d do it emotionlessly. he’s going to fuck you like you built the very universe your souls found each other in. (you did)

huening kai:

just a warning… he’s my bias so this might be a little crazy

you’re in a grocery store, he seems like one of those cringy bfs who’s steer the cart but have you in between him and the cart

i want him.

every few moments he’d press a kiss to your hair or simply lean down and have his face near yours until you got the hint

his chest is against your back… his huge broad chest… i’m ill.

OKAY LET ME GET TO THE ACTUAL JEALOUSY PART

okay so you guys stopped to look at the cereal because you wanted to get the one w his face

as you’re looking, hueningie squats down and checks the very bottom shelf

and thus, the worker that goes up to you does not see him

“hey! you need any help over here?” you look over, pointing to yourself in silent question. the guy nods. kai is immediately tuned into the convo as he pretends to look for more cereal

“hm? oh no! we’re good, just looking for a specific cereal,” you remain vague as to not reveal kai’s identity.

lol imagine you’re like “yeah my bf has a cereal w his face on it! yeah my bf who’s a famous idol!” LMFAOO

the guy nods, and you think the convo is over so you keep looking for cereal as you reach down and pet kai’s hair absentmindedly. you don’t know how reassuring it is to him.

“okay well… i just saw you and thought you were so super cute. like.. how do you not have a boyfriend?”

“i do actually,” you respond without evening looking at him. you tug kai’s hair, silently telling him to make himself known. he gets up, all six feet and muscles wearing a fitted top so you could see all of his strength and hard work as an idol.

“they’re not here,” he says plainly, without the usual sweet tone he’d give you. he also doesn’t even look at the worker.

the guy doesn’t even have enough time to apologize before kai’s leading you and the cart elsewhere. he gets quiet, but a different quiet to the other members. a sad one.

the moment you get home, he breaks down

he sobs, barely able to get out the fact that he doesn’t understand why you’re with him, why you wouldn’t want someone w a normal life, someone who’s more attractive (no such thing), someone who could love you publically

oh my baby :(((((

you pull him into a hug, his head ducking to be hidden in your neck, reassuring him quietly.

“huening… i promise you, you are the most attractive man on earth to me.” you say sternly, “the universe, even. it pains me that you can’t see that. i don’t want anyone else, just you, hyuka. and i love you enough to endure the fact that you can’t be public with us.”

he’s just whining now, not responding. he’s holding you so tightly that you’d think you’d turn into thin air.

after a lot of cuddles with his plushies, he’s okay :)

but then his members come home and see the tear stains on his face

they don’t know what happened and call him a baby and make a bunch of maknae jokes

yeah that’s the last straw. he takes you to his room and shoves you onto the bed (makes sure that not only are you comfy, but also that all his plushies are turned away)

he fucks you until you’ve both cum at least 4 times, and he’s borderline shooting blanks.

he’s moaning so loud, hips are shaking as he keeps pumping into you, filling you up

you’re even louder, legs shaking and hands pushing against his stomach in a faux plead for him to stop

every so often, he’d say something like, “not a fucking baby,” oh negative kai i want you.

“could a baby maknae fuck you like this? oh fuck honey, clench me like that. could that guy at the store make you shake like this? hm?

OH BROTHER!!

yeah neither of you can walk after that. and the members for SURE heard your moans and are now never calling him a baby ever again

unless he does aegyo bc come ON he’s baby then

probably becomes an inside joke between you guys

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monstersflashlight · 2 months ago

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"infiltrate the xenomorph hive" they said.

"You'd Get a stronger body" they said.

"WE'LL BE ABLE TO RESTORE YOUR OL' BODY AFTER" THEY SAID.

*distant mechanical explosion*

LOOKS LIKE OUR NEXT MISSION IS TO STITCH IT BACK TOGETHER, FUCK!!

Hi anon! I've been thinking about your request/question since I read it, trying to think what to do about this, how to deal with whatever this is. I came up with this little txt, hope you like it (?).

Xenomorph alien x gn!reader || dub-con, free use, lowkey boddy horror? I'm not sure how to tag this

You were ordered to infiltrate the hive and get all information you could, all means necessary. And you were going to do just that.

First couple of days everything was good. You were one more inside the hive, one human helping them infiltrate the human community. You were playing both sides at that point, but they did say all means necessary. You gave them some information, and in exchange they trusted you more... And you trusted them more.

You weren't expecting for them to be interested in you in any other way, but when they tried to flirt with you... you couldn't say no. You couldn't say no to their advances, or the way they touched you in a way that you loved more than you should. You are always a bit of a whore, but in that spaceship and with those aliens? You were a total whore. They touched and played and caressed, and you let them. You let them not because you had to, but because you wanted to. You wanted to be fucked and proved and poked...

And they did. Good goddess they did.

They tied you down to the bed as you squirmed under their weight. The first one ate you out with their mouths, you cried out so loudly that everyone around you laughed at your pathetic form. You squirmed as the second one fucked their weird alien dick inside of you, making you come over and over as they pressed against your G-spot. By the time the fifth on rolled around, you were full of alien cum and ready to disappear, your body too sensitive, too tired... But they didn't care, and you weren't strong enough to deny them what you both wanted. It was infuriating, and you were ready to combust.

You thought you could hold your own against them. You did do that...

Until the next round started and you could feel your poor human body slipping away from your consciousness.

Guess they will have to re-construct your body after all.

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monstersholygrail · 12 days ago

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In a Free Use City, there are two ways you can get promoted. You can put in the hard work by taking on extra responsibilities, going longer hours, and putting in the initiative. Or… you can sleep your way to the top. In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top isn’t frowned upon but instead highly encouraged. Especially by your bosses.

While everyone tries to sleep their way to the top, you’d be surprised to know that most people get promoted through hard work. Because… In a Free Use City, sleeping your way to the top is actually harder to achieve than putting in the work of the job.

When you decide to sleep your way to the top, you are heavily surveyed and judged based on your ability and skill of fucking and pleasing your bosses. The committee that makes the decision all must be pleased with your individual performances.

Even lost in the throes of pleasure, they remain focused on how well your pretty lips looked wrapped around their thick cocks, how deep you can take them down your throat, how much you can hallow your cheeks and swirl your tongue around their lengths. They count how long they can deep throat you and the amount of time it takes before your tears are dripping down to their heavy balls. Some count more tears as a positive while others consider it a negative.

The next part of the evaluation has them slowly moving down to your holes. They evaluate how turned on you got just from sucking them off. Similarly, some wanna see you leaking buckets while others wanna prep you themselves. They dip their fingers inside of you, teasing you just right. Analyzing how tight you are and how tight you can clench around them.

But they don’t take the time to stretch you. No, that would be cheating on the evaluation form. They need to know how well you can naturally take their fat cocks down your tight core. Some of them give you more points the more you arch and writhe as your body accommodates their girth while others remove points for not just taking it like a good whore.

As they finally properly fuck you, their analytical gaze never wavers. Evaluating your stamina and how quick you bring them to the brink of an orgasm. They have you ride them so they can see your entire body as you bounce on their cocks. So that they can see how deep they’re taking you, their cocks creating a nice pretty bulge in your belly with each brutal thrust. Even the way you cum around their cocks is evaluated and processed in the promotion consideration.

Very few workers meet all the requirements and surpass the points needed to fuck their way to the top. But you don’t care about the odds, you don’t even care all that much about the promotion. You just really wanna fuck all your bosses.

And you end up being the highest scored employee in the history of their company… Congratulations, you’ve just been promoted.

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sstrwbrryccke · 11 months ago

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—bullying him pt.2 | sub choi soobin

part 1 | part 3 | part 4

tags: bully reader x nerd soobin, gn reader, mean reader, sadistic reader, somewhat possessive reader, one-sided crush but not really (reader has feelings too but doesn’t admit it), public humiliation, public orgasms, dubcon, oral (soob.receiving), vibrator (soob.receiving), unhealthy relationship, heavy exhibitionism, kind of cute at the end?

its a few weeks or maybe months into this weird relationship you two established. or more accurately, you pulling him around and him being at your every beck and call. maybe your relationship with him was a secret, but how downbad he is for you wasn’t. it was real obvious how he looked at you in class, only to look down when you made eye contact with him. a pretty pink blush dusting his cheeks. look at him, getting his hope up and everything. when you call him to your desk during lunch break, he couldn’t help his eagerness, walking past your friends and glancing at you through his bangs. it’s pathetic, really, how excited he gets when you give him attention.

“what… what did you need?” he repeated, barely able to keep himself in check. probably used up all his courage just to choke out those words. your friends stare at the two of you, some holding back their laughter while others were glaring at him. he shrivel under their judging gazes, his tall figure and head slightly slumped as if he was trying to make himself appear smaller. which was impossible, considering how tall he was.

you smile at him, and he lights up a little. “yeah, can you get me a drink at the vending machine?”

he dissipates visibly, a small frown on his plump lips before he nods— you would almost feel bad for him if it weren’t for how cute he looked while sad. he quickly rushed out of the classroom, probably to get away from your friend’s snickering.

soobin’s attraction was no secret even to you. but could you really blame him? just a few days ago, you discovered something shocking (or maybe it was already obvious), not only was soobin a friendless loser (to his own admission), but he also had the biggest, fattest crush on you ever since the start of high school. when he told you, you couldn’t help but grin, this was a gold mine. from then on, it was just so much easier to play with him.

you were slapped out your daze by your friends, they were patting your back while laughing.

“holy shit, you made him your errand boy?” one joked, but you felt a slight rising irritation at their sudden attention towards soobin. it was irrational, seriously, because you really had no problem with it before.

“woah, why the glaring.” another just jested, and you rolled your eyes, packing up your lunch.

“i mean, i would kill for an errand boy. bet he’ll get down on his knees and—“

“shut up. with your face, he doesn’t need to be on his knees to gag” you snap, and perhaps you overreacted. but your friends shrugged it off as a joke, laughing and jabbing at the guy who got insulted

“damn they got you there.”

you put the final item into your bag before standing up and heading for the door.

“yo where you going?”

“rooftop.” you weren’t technically lying.

during school, outside of the classmate context, you pretend to not know him, it was more fun that way. you told him it was because you couldn’t associate with a loser like him, and he meekly nodded. (real reason? teasing him was fun).

it was easy to spot soobin at the vending machine, lamely contemplating which drink you would like the most. so concentrated that he didn’t even notice your figure approaching him until your strong grip was pulling him by the arm. he visibly flinches, wide eyes confused as he stumbles behind you.

“the— you— the drink”

“i wasn’t even thirsty.”

he seemed puzzled at this, but lets you manhandle his tall ass figure anyways (it never ceases to turn him on). you release his arm when you reach the rooftop. he takes a glance at his surroundings before looking back at you. suddenly awkward in his body again, he shifts from one foot to the other while fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“so uhm… what are we do—“

you roughly kiss him and he shuts up with a small startled noise. you push him harshly into the fence and he yelps into the kiss before having his senses dominated by your eager tongue, forcing into his mouth. he was frozen like always, closing his eyes desperately, pilant under your touch because he had no damn idea what he was doing. after a few seconds, his jittery hands push you off, because he physically couldn’t breathe anymore. he inhales shakily, lips wet with saliva and cheeks tinted red.

you hand lowers and begin to unbutton his shirt, feeling from his chest to his stomach. his skin was always so soft and satisfying to feel. (you once asked if he had a skincare routine and he nodded nervously, asking if you wanted to know) you slid your hand up to his nipple, pinching at one. he trembles at this, hands sweaty and he didn’t know where to place them so he just grips at your shoulders. your hand suddenly palms at his bulge and he jolts, a desperate breathy moan escaping his mouth

“it’s! it’s public! we’re— we’re in public!”

he manages to squeak out, eyes squeezed shut. you stop, a snarky expression on your face. you pull away fully, leaving him with his back flush against the fence. he whimpers softly when he felt your weight lift from his body, eyelids fluttering open to look at you.

“m’kay. i’ll just go then.”

you roll your eyes as you turn your heel.

“wait! wait! i’m sorry. im so sorry. please don’t leave me.”

a grin quirks the edges of your lips as you turn back towards him. hands on hips.

“thought you said we’re in public?”

“yes but… i…” he says between bated breathes, blush deepening.

“you still want me to touch you, don’t you? desperate slut.” you step closer to him, grin on your lips.

he gulps, head lowering until his bangs covered his eyes, but you could see the red tips of his ears. he nods slowly.

“good, then we’re doing it my way.”

you stride confidently to him and he shivers. your hand goes to his pants without hesitation, pulling everything down at once. making his rock hard cock slap against his abdomen, angrily red and leaking. you take it in your hands, pumping it a few times and he cries.

“shush. don’t come.”

you just warn, grasping the head of his cock, hard. his thighs tremble but he nods. you found out, while still in the beginning stages of this weird relationship, that soobin orgasms embarrassingly fast. i guess that’s what you get with a perverted virgin nerd who’s only frame of reference for sex is manga porn. but it wasn’t a bad thing really, you just liked seeing him desperately try to hold it in.

“don’t come until i say so, okay?” you repeat, harshly gripping at his cock again and he whimpers a yes.

without hesitation you kneel down, taking his length into your mouth in one go. you can hear his gasp, but you didn’t need to look up to know he was nervous, you could tell with how his calves and thighs shook. you were only teasing when you called him small earlier, because he was big, big enough to hit the back of your throat. you slowly began to move and he moans softly, so sensitive. he tasted sweaty and salty, but it wasn’t a bad scent. (you made sure he was cleaned up after all.)

you pull your mouth off just up till his tip, your tongue swirling around and digging into his slit while your hands pumped the rest of his length. he cries and thrashes, jittery hands coming up to grasp your hair. but you immediately slap him off, glaring up at him. you were in control, not him. you slide your mouth off his cock and he immediately starts apologising.

“i’m sorry! please don’t be mad, i didn’t mean to! i won’t touch you without permission i—i’m sorry, please don’t stop!”

“instead of worrying about your pathetically small dick, how about you worry about your loud ass moans?”

he quickly clasps his hands over his mouth, ears a bright red, eyes teary. you suck his dick into your warm mouth again and he sobs quietly. his moans came out breathy and squeaky, he’s never been a loud moaner, but it was extra hard to keep it down when his bully was literally going to town on his cock. you were enjoying him like he was a lollipop. your hand creeps up to his ass, one finger slipping into his hole, already loose from the morning. (he stayed over and you took him to school) he doubles over, gasping and squirming, thighs trembling, and you knew he was close before he even whispered it. he shakes his head violently, nearly drooling at the double stimulation— and just before his stomach spasms and he feels his sweet orgasm, you pull off. one hand firmly squeezing the base of his cock, denying his orgasm.

he cries out, eyes wide as he processes the situation. you stand, legs a little shaky due to kneeling for so long, a smile on your lips. when he realises you weren’t going to let him cum, he sobs, tears quick to come down. his bunny eyes glancing at you meekly as if asking why you stopped.

“oh soobin.” you tease, dropping his cock from your grip. “class is about to start soon, you wouldn’t want to ruin your perfect track record, do you?”

he looks at you in a silent fear at what you’re insinuating, but don’t worry, you were far meaner than that. you pull his pants further down, digging into your pocket and showing him the vibrating bullet you bought especially for him. more tears fall down and you just chuckle.

it didn’t take much for you to squeeze the bullet in. but he was squirming and whimpering the whole way through, shaking his head and looking at you so pitifully.

“you’re… you’re so mean.” his voice cracks, bottom lip trembling.

you wipe his tears with a smirk, pulling up his pants and buttoning his shirt, his hard-on uncomfortably pressing against the fabric.

“yet look who’s turned on.”

☆★☆

in class it wasn’t any better, he was clearly ruffled, his hair tousled, collar undone and eyes red from previously crying. one of his legs was shaking unrelentlessly as he sits down. wincing when he feels the chair press up against the vibrator.

he was hyperaware how each movement causes the bullet to shift. soobin tries his best to reduce the friction and calm his erection down, but oh boy were you mean. just when he thinks he’s got it handled, you prove him wrong.

because the moment the teacher walked in, the torment began. you would periodically turn on the vibrator, making him jolt in his seat and hit his knee against his desk. alerting everyone to him as he lowers his head in embarrassment, whispering lightly that he was fine when the teacher asked. he came immediately with the stimulation. it was even worse when he was given a question to answer, you were unrelenting, turning it on to the highest setting and making his thighs shake uncontrollably. it took all his willpower and more to not burst out crying and moaning in the middle of class.

“choi soobin? soobin? soobin?”

he jolts from his daze, fists clenching painfully hard, nails digging into his palm. the teacher has been trying to get his attention for the past minute. a few students around him whisper and he quivers. glancing back at you for a second, catching your smug look, hands in your pockets; before he faces back at the teacher.

“mr choi, are you okay?”

no, he was not alright. he had busted into his pants for the 3rd time now and you weren’t even going to give him a break!

“yep, perfectly okay.”

the teacher looks doubtful and god soobin just wishes she would stop talking. he really shouldn’t be thinking like this about his favourite teacher. but please shut up and stop asking already!

“are you sure? you’ve looked uneasy this entire lesson.” and he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to die in shame. he bites his lips hard and you turn down the vibration. is this salvation? are you being nice for once?

“i’m sur —ck.” he bit down on his words, because if he didn’t he would’ve moaned in front of everyone in class. you turned it to the highest, and he really just came in his pants in front of the teacher. he was so overstimulated, it hurt to come, his whole body clenched hard so he could keep his trembling down.

thinking quick on his feet, he covered his stumble with coughing. “i — i may be sick.” he stammers, never has he been a good liar, and you snicker at his cover-up. the teacher however seemed to believe him, no reason to doubt the obedient straight A student after all.

“you should rest when you get home.”

☆★☆

class ends officially with the bell. the teacher dismisses the students with a quick reminder of the homework, not as if anyone was listening. soobin somehow managed to last through the whole class. and thank god was it the last class of the day, otherwise he might really have died. he slumps over his desk in a big sigh of relief. he would pack his things and rush out the door as soon as possible, but— he was afraid to even stand up and move. he didn’t want to look down at his crotch, he knew he had thoroughly soiled his pants and it probably leaked onto the seat.

you waited with him, putting every item extra slow into your bag. when the teacher had left the room, telling you two to lock the classroom behind you. that’s when you moved.

you stand in front of him, dangling the vibrator remote in his face. he fiddles with his fingers, unsure on what to say. at least you seemed happy?

“let’s see the mess you made.”

you slide him with his chair away from his desk, exposing his spread legs and like he thought, his crotch was wet with come. it was a terrible (and arousing) sight, there was a huge wet patch on his crotch and a small puddle on the wooden chair. he has never come this much before and you never overstimulated him this much either. all of this and you didn’t even touch or embrace him! you were so so so mean to him, and he felt tears fall again, his bunny eyes looking up at you in humiliation.

he was just so cute, you couldn’t help it. you wiped his tears with your sleeve, cooing at him.

“soobin, are you embarrassed?”

he nodded, beginning to whine as he sobbed more. embarrassed is an understatement, he felt so degraded. but it turned him on so much. he was starting to think he was masochistic, or maybe that’s just how downbad he was for you.

“you were so obedient, you want a reward? what reward do you want?”

you wipe each tear as it falls out, gently cradling his face. he pondered for a second, shaking his head.

“i don’t know…”

you chuckle, pulling him up and his legs shakes, you put his face in the crook of your neck and hugged his waist. he slumps over you and you rub his back. damn. this was comfortable, he never thought his bully would give a single shit about his feelings and you never thought you would ever comfort him.

why did you even bother to comfort him? it didn’t mean you tolerated him or anything. he was just cute that’s why you let him hug you, telling him he did a good job in his ear. there was no reason behind it, like how there was no reason behind you walking him back to your house, hand in his hand. (only because he was too jittery and wouldn’t stop shaking)

“lets go on a date tomorrow.” you deadpan. nothing behind those words, nope, nothing at all. just a reward for his good behaviour.

he looks at you with stupidly cute hopeful eyes, ignoring the uncomfortable squench in-between his thighs.

“you promise?”

“promise. you big baby.”

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year ago

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Just Friends

pairing: beomgyu x reader

summary: Just friends, just friends. That's all there is, all there's ever been but have you really ever been just friends?

warnings: gn reader, dom reader, sub beomgyu, thigh riding, handjob, lots of groping, car sex, mentions of masturbation, possibly more that i forgot

word count: 2.2k

a/n: writer's block is so real, i literal pulled this out of a sleep-deprived haze at 4 in the morning so feedback would be appreciated<3

Just friends. He tells himself over and over again.

Just friends. You tell yourself over and over again.

But friends don't do things like this on rainy nights in the back of your car. With your windows fogging up and the only light coming from a lone streetlight from the corner of the parking lot.

Friends don't clutch his hips, grinding him down against your thigh. Friends don't pant heavily at the feeling of his fingernails digging deep into the skin of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.

At least they shouldn't.

But maybe you and Beomgyu have never really been 'just friends'.

"God," but it's never gone this far before. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!"

Sure there's been teasing touches and lingering looks, meaningful conversations that maybe meant more than either of you had wanted to admit.

But you hadn't expected it to go this far.

To have him clinging to you. To have his lips all over your neck and your hands all in his hair.

To have his pants discarded somewhere in the back along with his boxers in your haste...

To have his dick rubbing against the rough material of your jeans. To have him sobbing into your ear to not stop, to never stop, that he'll die without your touch.

You suppose your best friend has always been a touch dramatic.

If you could even call him that anymore-your best friend.

"Don't worry baby," every nerve ending in his body feels like it's on fire. His ears feel like they're ringing, replaying your words over and over like a broken record. "I won't."

It feels so good, it hurts so bad.

Tears stream down his face from both-from everything. From you calling him baby like he's yours. With so much affection and adoration, like he's the most important thing in the world to you right now.

Like he isn't shaking against you, crying out like some kind of wounded animal (in heat), thinking or maybe even muttering how he can't get enough, how it'll never be enough, how he wants you so bad, how he'll die before he lets you go.

Your hand guides his lips to yours, soft and sweet and hungry. Devouring every one of his whines up and replying with your own want for more, kissing him like your life depends on it. You'd always thought that he'd sound pretty, but not this pretty, not this pathetic or needy.

"Fuck, Beomgyu."

Your mouth clashes against his over and over, saliva dripping down his chin as he tries and fails in trying not to drool. You're too preoccupied in nipping at his lips that you're faintly aware of his hands slipping under your shirt until they're on your chest, squeezing and exploring everything he's only fantasized of.

He hasn't felt this good before. Ever. Not from past partners or from his own hand. Toys feel like nothing compared to this, the unforgiving bite of denim somehow lightyears better than vibrators and dildos and whatever else he's used to replicate your touch.

The friction makes him feel like he's burning but his hips just rut faster. He wishes it was your skin, soft and comfortable and you-but he doesn't think he can be patient enough. Doesn't think he can find it in himself to let go of you long enough for you to take your pants off. He has his nose in your hair and the taste of you on his tongue, and he can't stop now.

He can't stop. Not when he's wanted this for so, so long.

Okay, so maybe you've never truly been 'just friends'.

Well, maybe before that first time you were out at a party together and a friend of a friend approached Beomgyu, trying to talk him up while you stood right next to him.

Before you'd watched, something ugly simmering in the pit of your stomach that you couldn't fully decipher-that you weren't sure you wanted to decipher.

It was only until Beomgyu shot you a pleading look that you were able to keep your cool and then you'd very kindly told that friend of a friend to back the fuck off and leave the two of you alone.

And maybe, just maybe Beomgyu had gone home that night and let his hand wander past his waistband to wrap around his aching cock.

Jesus christ.

With each stroke of his hand he conjured your image in his mind. It was you looking at him, watching him-touching him. Talking to him in that same cold, mean voice you had talked to that friend of a friend.

Hating him and loving him all in one, rough and cruel but soft and caring. He wanted all of it, all of you.

And then afterwards it was basking in an afterglow of remembering the way that your eyes softened once again when they landed on him and your hand touched his shoulder and you asked if he was okay.

Friends do this...right? He'd thought, not ready yet to admit that maybe it was something more.

Just friends that brought you to his apartment a few weeks later, slightly ashamed and very drunk and looking for some kind of comfort after you'd been out drinking for better part of the night.

Just friends that had your hands all over his body and your lips all over his throat, sloppy wet kisses making his head spin and his body heat up. That'd had you shoving him down onto the couch and climbing on top of him, pushing your knee between his legs as your cold hands slithered up his shirt in search of warm, smooth skin to lay claim on as yours.

Just friends with the way that you promptly passed out on top of him and conveniently remembered nothing of the night before. Of groping your best friend, of telling him how pretty he was, of whispering that he was a good boy.

'I want you.'

'You're so pretty.'

'Perfect.'

'My good boy.'

'Mine.'

Friends don't know the way his moans sound. Or the way his skin feels against yours.

Like tonight,

A movie. That was all it was supposed to be.

Platonic. Friends. Just going to see a movie together, get dinner after. Nothing more.

"Touch me! G-od, please touch me!" His hand flies up, fingers dig into your wrist as he pulls it down between his legs, his dick throbbing and needy.

It feels so much better-your hand-your skin, your fingers loosely wrapping around him, teasingly rubbing at the tip. "And why should I baby? Have you been good? Have you been a good boy?"

He doesn't know.

He doesn't knowHe doesn't knowHe doesn't know.

All he knows is you.

Just friends shouldn't let things get to this point.

...Oh well.

A movie. A quiet theatre. Darkness and eyes all too often glancing at the profile of the other.

A tension palpable in the air as fingers brushed against each other to grab popcorn. Hands aching, itching to hold each other. An agonizing one hundred and twenty minutes.

Nothing though.

Only getting into the car afterwards and driving off.

"What do you want to eat?" He only shrugs in reply and you roll your eyes. "Helpful."

"Well I dunno," he thinks, "the usual? I can place an order to your place and we should get back before it gets there."

You hum in reply. "It's late though, you planning to stay over for the night?"

"...Sure."

Hesitation. He can only think of the last time you stayed the night. So long ago now, he'd avoided either of you spending the night at the others ever since. From fear? From preservation? Or from hoping that your frustration would break the dam first.

'I want you.'

'Mine.'

Words that flash through his mind unbridled. Sounds and touches that flood his brain

'My good boy.'

He swallows, trying to keep his eyes on the screen of the phone. Trying to hope the darkness blankets how red his face has turned.

"Hey could you pull over here?"

"Sure?" You'd glanced over at him and the question on your face evident.

He didn't elaborate though and you didn't ask.

You'd pulled into a mostly empty parking lot. Only a few cars left in front of a grey, drab building. Parked beside a flickering streetlight that continued for a few minutes before doing out completely. Certainly the furthest thing from being romantic by any means.

Nothing specific broke the tension, the unspoken rules.

But the next thing the either of you know is he's on your lap clawing at you aimlessly, pure desire fuelling him to do such pathetic things. Like telling you how horny he is and how bad he needs you.

You don't seem to have any problem with his confession though.

Responding in turn rather appropriately you'd think. And then your lips are against his and you're tugging at his clothes and touching his body like he's your last lifeline.

And then you're in the backseat of the car, his pants and boxers discarded into the back, your lips curled into a smirk against his skin.

And then you're here.

Doing things that friends certainly should not be doing.

"M' a good boy, promise! Please, I'll be your good boy!"

You'd imagined how his face would look all fucked out all but a million times in the dead of night, thinking about things you certainly should not have been thinking about.

But you'd never know that your imagination would do absolutely no justice to the real thing.

To his lips slick with your spit and his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. Eyes fluttering like he's fighting to merely keep them open with every sensation he's feeling.

"Pretty~" you mutter.

Bite marks and hickeys all over his neck and collarbone-good thing it's nearly scarf season. Or bad thing, you're not sure you want him to hide these or if you want him to parade them around, show off your claim to him to everyone.

"So fucking pretty it's not fair-" a high, needy whine climbs up his throat and he lets it, because you don't even have to say it, he knows how much you love hearing how good you make him feel.

His eyebrows tug together as if in concentration. Concentration to stay sane while you let him fuck into your hand.

You trail a finger over his cheekbone, collecting a tear while everything within him tries not to let this end, because it can't be over yet, he doesn't want it to be over yet and he's not sure he can go again until later-if there is a later.

You lick the tear off your finger and his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head. "Not fucking fair to make me wait this long. Such a tease, such a whore."

Fingers press against his lips and he opens with zero hesitation. This is what you want, this is what he wants-more than anything.

You pull them out all too soon and replace your fingers with your tongue, letting him suck it into his mouth with a moan.

Your grip tightens, your hand moves faster and faster and his toes curl. Too much, too much-he can't...it can't, he doesn't want this to be over-

"No!"

His head falls into your neck with a strangled scream as he cums into your hand, staining your jeans and his shirt. You stroke him still to prolong the pleasure, milking him dry of everything he has before he lets out the first whine of protest and you stop.

"Please,"

His breath comes out in rushed pants, his head a jumbled mess of "more, please more-" followed by incoherent babbles and then, finally, "I can go again, wanna...wanna go again. Just...use me, use me however you want." as his hips work still, even if it only works against what he really wants, releasing pained whimpers all the while from the self-inflicted overstimulation.

You smile and he can practically hear it before he's flipped into his back, spread out and pinned against the slightly uncomfortable seats of your car as you press apart his legs, eyes roving over him before beginning to undo your pants.

"Use you, huh baby?"

Yes.

However you want. Use him however you want. That's all he wants. All he's wanted for so long.

The pads of your fingers press against his thigh, too close and he squirms with oversensitivity.

"We'll still be friends after this though right?"

He lets out a noise between a cry and an affirmation, eyes sliding shut as your body presses against his.

"Friends!" He gasps.

Your fingers lace together. You smile.

"But not just friends now are we...?"

a/n: y'all please forgive me if this is absolute bullshit. i feel like i haven't written anything for real in forever and i feel like rusty now lol. but lmk what you think (to possibly give me inspo to write more lol😭)

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