#yeonjun suggestive(?)

[boba-beom]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ pretty angel | CHOI YEONJUN

⟢ bf!yeonjun x fem!reader

⟢ drabble; fluff, suggestive

⟢ cuddles and morning kisses are always a good start to your day, especially when it's with your cute boyfriend.

⟢ wc: 576

⟢ warnings: established relationship, physical affection, petnames; (baby, angel and princess), domestic boyfriend jjun agenda, kisses and lots of them. let me know if I've missed anything!

⟢ a/n: this is my late birthday gift to my angel, Angie ᡣ𐭩 @junniieesbby. I've been in a slump with writing recently but I really hope you enjoy this one!! getting out cute boyfriend jjunie for the dash :>

turning softly under the duvet of your bed, you're woken up by the warmth of your boyfriend's body radiating next to yours. his lips plush as he pecks at random points along your cheek, down your neck and down to your shoulders until you open your eyes, meeting into his sleepy ones, yet they twinkled as you held eye contact.

"morning cutie, slept well?" yeonjun's hoarse voice rumbles against your shoulder as his arm slings over your still figure.

you let out a hum as you stretch out your arm and letting it drape over yeonjun's broad shoulder when you bring it back down. his smile was incredibly sweet, cheek squished against the pillow and the side of your shoulder.

"I always sleep well when you're beside me, baby."

you giggle to yourself when you felt his hold on get tighter after the simple petname. yeonjun's the most affectionate between the both of you—you of course coming in a close second. but he never fails to compliment you when he feels like you need it the most, or even give you that physical affection, because truthfully it's something you both yearn for when you know you're about to spend the day together.

"aren't you cute," he tucks a stray strand of hair away from your face, cupping your cheek as his thumb caresses your skin. "you look good too."

"agh, what are you talking about." you refuse to believe him knowing just how rough you look in the mornings, but that never changed yeonjun's mind.

he shakes his head, jutting out his bottom lip into a cute pout that makes you want to kiss his lips.

"you're my pretty angel, how can you say that about yourself?" he kisses your shoulder again, this time a little slower. you can feel him dragging his lips along your skin and working his way towards the side of your neck and focusing on that area.

"mmh, you never fail to flatter me, baby." you sigh when his fingers begins to skim over your stomach, feathery touches that made you suck in lightly. "you're too good to me jjunnie."

"just giving you what you deserve, and that's all my love for you sweetheart."

yeonjun's weight on his bed shifts as he lays his body between your legs, burying his face into your neck while he pecks the area non-stop. his kisses managed to give you goosebumps, the tingling spreading across your skin. your giggles and sighs fill his ears and your boyfriend does the same. chuckling against your skin at how cute you are while you react to his kisses.

his hips however, have a mind of their own. rolling in a slow yet delicious rhythm that almost has you bucking your hips up to chase that friction you both are in dire need of.

"so good to me jjunie." you whisper again.

you circle your hands behind his neck and along his broad shoulders and under the neckline of his tank top. the heat of his skin warms up the palms of your hands until you tangle your fingers in his hair at the back of his head.

"wanna have breakfast in bed princess?" he lifts his head as his half lidded eyes look down at you with a cocky grin on display.

you gasp at the feeling of his gentle fingers hooking on the waistband of your shorts, pushing them down until your bare ass hit the sheets beneath you.

"sounds perfect to me."

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[heartchoi]

fwb!yeonjun x gn!reader, suggestive/fluff (and a little angsty if you think about it), 632 words

It's warm. Yeonjun is panting against your bare chest, hands struggling to hold himself up after a particularly strong orgasm. Drool begins to fall from the corner of your lip, but Yeonjun swipes it clean with his thumb before shoving it into his mouth.

He can't hold himself up any longer. He collapses on top of you. Warm skin against skin, heavy breathing, the stickiness on your thighs transferring to his own.

It's messy, so messy.

"Yeonjun." You call out for him after you both recover.

Yeonjun makes a muffled "hmm?" sound. He's still panting, taking deep whiffs of your scent.

"We need to clean up, Jun. Can you roll over? I'll get some towels."

He doesn't have the energy to protest and whine this time, he just rolls over, finally facing the ceiling and relaxing in the soft comfort of your bed. Yeonjun’s eyes are shut tightly, trying to remember the warmth of your skin, your pretty noises, your—

You close the door to your bedroom as you seek some towels. It snaps him out of his daydream. Yeonjun’s eyes open, and he’s in an empty room, an empty bed.

He doesn’t like feeling this way. He knows he can’t do this, can’t date you, can’t love you the way he wants to. It wasn’t what you both agreed on. It just wouldn’t be right.

Yeonjun doesn’t even know if he’s ready for that sort of commitment. He’s fucked around with people before you, yes, but he hasn’t had a serious relationship. The fact that his heart and mind yearn for you in ways that go beyond hookups terrifies him.

But now, all he wants to do is hold you, caress your skin, have your hair tickle his neck as he sets his head on top of yours, safe and secure in his arms. He wants your warmth to invade every crevice of his body, swallowing him whole in what he can only describe as love.

Yeonjun allows you to help clean him up when you come back. The warm, damp cloth leaving wet trails on his skin.

“Can you stay for breakfast, at least?” Yeonjun asks you. It surprises you a little— he hasn’t ever asked that before.

“That’s new. I can stay if you want to, but you know I have work.” You reply. Yeonjun sighs in response. “Oh, no. It’s okay. You shouldn’t be late to work.” He assures you, but maybe you’d be willing to, for him. He holds out hope that maybe you’d just stay.

“You’re so sweet, Jun. I might stay next time.”

Oh. Well, if not tonight, maybe next time. Waiting for the next time he gets to have you shouldn’t be so bad.

He’s lying. He’s desperate to have you stay, even if it’s the only time you’ll sleep in the same bed for a night.

“You know, I can cook. Used to cook for my friends when we went to the States. I made some damn good eggs. I can treat you to a good breakfast, promise.” Yeonjun offers. He’s certainly a sight, because he’s still very much naked aside for the fact theres a blanket covering his lower half. It flusters you a little. “I’m sure you’re great at it, Jun.” You sigh out.

“Seriously though, can you just stay? Just for tonight?” He pleads.

Yeonjun’s eyes were hopeful, glimmering while he waits for an answer. Your gaze softens, lips parting as you come up with a reply.

He’s cute. It wouldn’t hurt to stay. Wouldn’t break the… thing you both have going on.

“I’ll stay.”

Perhaps it was when you were wrapped in his arms, his comforter covering the both of you as your head rests against his chest, his heart beating against your ear, that you felt something more.

a/n: hi, im back. im sorry i haven’t wrote anything in a while, but my midterms have finished and i’ll be writing in a bit in october :) please accept this short drabble hehe

[hyufucks]

STARBOY .ᐟ

★ STARRINGS: choi yeonjun and fem!reader. ft choi soobin

! cw – jealousy, possessiveness, yeonjun is aggressive, fingering, unp. sex.

playlist while your read this (click on 'playlist')

2ND PART OF HOW MANY SECRETS CAN U KEEP?

yeonjun's lifestyle is not the typical cliche where he's a bad boy and his life depend on fucking every girl and living from party to party (the latter may have been a bit cliche, but trust me, he dosen't go out every weekend).

you know his reputation, and you know it all too well.

you know he's a top student with outstanding grades, a star athlete, the favourite of the teachers and, above all: a jealous boy.

he has a thing about being the centre of attention, your centre of attention. if you're not with him, if you're not seeing him, if you're not talking exclusively about him and how hot he is, he'll get jealous (too much, i'd say).

several times you met his dark eyes and chilling gaze, almost so sharp that he would effortlessly slit your jugular for the simple fact that you were talking to a boy other than him.

he can't stand not being the starboy, a nickname that echoes through the hallways and teacher's room, but which he only prefers to hear from you.

but what he hates the most is seeing you next to choi soobin: his rival.

soobin is a friendly, smart, shy and funny guy. you don't understand why yeonjun hates him so much and why he wants to keep you away from him all over the coast.

but yeonjun knows things that you might not, and maybe those things are the reasons why he spits shit at soobin.

right?

yeonjun's soft kisses on your neck made you lose your sanity, his cold hands provoking a thousand sensations on your warm skin as he caressed your thighs and waist. his fingers nimbly unbuttoned the buttons of your shorts, and just as he was about to remove your underwear, your phone started ringing.

you reluctantly pushed the dark haired guy away to pick up your phone, quickly sitting up in bed when you saw who was calling you.

'who the fuck is calling you?' your partner asked, somewhat annoyed that you had interrupted what you were about to do.

'oh, it's soobin. i'm supposed to do investigation work with him, remember?' you said with total impunity, as if you had completely forgotten yeonjun's feelings for the poor blond boy.

you saw him tense his jaw and close his eyes as soon as he heard his name leave your lips 'why are you doing it with him? weren't there other options at that stupid hippie college?'

you laughed before quickly picking up the phone, motioning yeonjun to silence.

'hi! soobin, it's so good to hear your voice again' you looked at the dark haired, looking provocation.

and you've done it, because never in your life have you seen him settle between your legs so quickly, taking off your underwear and looking at you like a ferocious animal stalking his prey.

'yes, hello, i say the same thing' his soft voice provoked a certain tenderness in you, unlike yeonjun who's voice only made you wet.

oh, and speaking of the king of rome; his fingers didn't miss the opportunity to caress your clitoris in a circular way. you saw him wet his fingers with his own saliva before inserting two of them into your sweet spot.

you muffled a moan, but it was useless as the boy on the other the line quickly noticed that something was wrong.

'hey, are you okay?' he asked confused and somewhat worried 'i thought i heard something' how cute.

yeonjun brought his face closer to your neck, biting and sucking gently 'put him on speaker' he said with his characteristic deep voice when he was in that mood.

and of course you did it.

'y-yeah, it's just that i'm a little shaken up from today's practice, you know, cheerleading stuff' you lied mercifully, because clearly you wouldn't say that there's a guy fingering you and that guy just happens to be choi yeonjun.

'on a saturday at ten at night?' you heard him laugh softly. looks like he's caught you red handed 'anyway, 'i wanted to know if we could get together monday morning to discuss about the work'.

'of course, at my house or at yours?'

'in mine. it's closer to your college, so i could take-' you couldn't hear him finish. yeonjun took your phone and ended the call suddenly, throwing it angrily on the bed.

before you could say anything to him, he grabbed your wrists with both hands and pushed them over your head, pressing his body closer to yours, preventing you from moving.

'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' you've seen him angry before, but he never got physical like now.

'what are you talking about? he just wants to be nice' he clicked his tongue and sighed heavily.

'yes, of course, and i was born yesterday' he replied with notorious sarcasm 'for you that's being nice, but for me that means he wants to fuck you in his flat and in his damn car'.

you widened your eyes in surprise and almost shocked, feeling a pressure in your chest that you had never experienced with him before.

'what the hell is wrong with you, yeonjun? you can't just think the worst of others. not everyone wants to wet their dick like you'.

'and you can't always think the best of others and believe that i'm the only one who wants to push you against the mattress, damn it' he spat angrily.

he quickly released you and moved away from you, walking away from your bed, walking out of the room. you got up and followed him to the front door.

'where do you think you're going?' you asked behind him, placing a hand on the door.

'finish this on your own, maybe thinking about soobin will help you cum quickly' he pushed you almost roughly and left your flat, slamming the door shut.

'damn son of a bitch'.

almost a week since you and yeonjun last saw each other. you only exchanged glances in the hallways. sometimes you would see him train secretly, and you knew that he did it too.

but no one dared to approach.

throughout that week, you were with soobin and practicing tonight's performance together with your team. tonight, yeonjun and soobin were going to play on different teams.

and you were just afraid.

you looked in the toillet mirror one last time before heading out to the basketball hall, noticing that your ribbon was scruffy and your lipstick was not applied correctly.

the sound of the door opening and the familiar voice caused you to jump a little in place.

'what do you want, choi yeonjun?' you asked without even looking at him at all, you only saw his body resting comfortably on the cubicle doors in the mirror, arms crossed and with that gigantic smile of a mischievous cat.

he looks so attractive like that, that for a moment you forgot what an idiot he is.

'i just wanted to know if you were going to cheer for me tonight' he replied calmly, moving closer to you.

'and what if i don't? are you going to corner me like that day?'

he bit his lips lightly and then licked it. his big hands took your waist and he forced you to turn around, being face to face.

'come on, doll, we can't spend our whole lives pretending we don't exist'

he leaned down to your neck and placed little kisses there, just the way you always liked 'you're so hot when you're angry'.

you sighed and leaned your neck to give him better access, surrendering to him and his charms.

his lips touched yours, joining in a needy, hungry kiss. your hands tugged at his hair, making him moan against your mouth.

he lifted you over the sink and you quickly wrapped your legs around him, feeling the bulge of him pressing against your pussy.

you moved as best you could, trying to create friction between you and him. yeonjun laughed in between the kiss.

'you're itching to fuck already, mmh?' you nodded 'ask me and i'll grant you the wish'.

you squeezed your eyes and sighed 'please, fuck me'.

he laughed again against your lips 'wish granted'.

you gasped when he practically ripped off your underwear and pulled you even closer to him. he removed his shorts and boxer, stroked his base a few times before fully entering and thrusting inside of you with a single thrust.

you heard him moan in relief once he hit rock bottom 'god, i missed this pussy so much'.

you leaned back a bit, touching your back against the mirror. you grabbed his hair again and pulled him close to you, connecting your lips against his.

you bit his lip as his fingers moved in a circular motion over your clit, pushing three fingers inside.

kisses distributed on your collarbones and chest almost make you explode.

the way he would go in and out would drive you crazy, how he would go deep and then not.

yeonjun held you tightly, hugging his body to yours. that is what definitely made you start moving desperately, chasing your orgasm.

'aw, are you about to cum?' he gently caressed your cheek as if you were an adorable little animal 'tell me, did you cum thinking about that idiot the other day?'

you denied 'no, i thought of you'.

he half smile, satisfied with your answer 'who makes you cum?'

'you' muttered.

'say it louder' he grabbed you again and pushed himself hard 'I'm not listening, baby'.

'you' another push 'you' another one 'god, you'.

and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, moaning in his ear, feeling safe.

as it has always been.

the heavy eddies and knots appeared, the approaching heat and the familiar feeling in your belly took you over.

and he kissed you like he never did before.

and you felt something you had never felt before.

he hugged you tenderly and you could feel his heart beating like you had never heard it before, smelling his perfume in a new way and from a different point of view.

and when he moved away, you were already missing him.

'make yourself pretty, but not so cute because you're going to distract me' he laughed coquettishly, winking at you before leaving.

another time you would have rolled your eyes, but this time your heart jumped and your cheeks turned pink and filled with an unknown felling.

you also went out into the hallway and saw him leave, turning his back on you.

from not-so distant you heard his faithful devotees who were waiting for him, who received him with his characteristic nickname and insane applause,

starboy, starboy, starboy!

and you just smiled, knowing that that name would never be the same for him if you weren't the one who told him.

and you knew that it will never change.

© hyufucks, 2023.

[navyhyuck]

sweet thing — 1k words, choi yeonjun

warnings: explicit marijuana usage, shotgunning (..again), some kissing, frat president! boyfriend! stoner!yeonjun, a true and very accurate portrayal of what frat boys really want (a girlfriend lol), probably unrealistic infatuation and slightly possessive/jealous behavior, college party culture, frat boys!txt

a/n: if anyone was wondering, yes, i would be so down to have a stoner bf. not that i’m encouraging smoking of any sort, including weed, so don’t do drugs <3 and yes, i have a teeny tiny little fantasy about how it’d be like to date a frat boy, don’t ask. also… never underestimate the power of yawnzzn, he knows exactly what he’s doing. moral of the story: find yourself a sweet, real nice person that is obsessed with you!! don’t settle for less babes :]

you know what they say: good, sweet boyfriends always get their girl high before they’ve even taken a hit.

yeonjun is no different, a selfless soul, truly, the kind of addict that keeps pre-rolled joints stored in all sorts of places, always making sure you’re satisfied before he’s even begun. you don’t need much either, considering he’s the more experienced one, perching you on his lap and watching your lips wrap around his joint, smiling when he hears a light hum leave your chest. ah, yes, he treats his girl so well.

even when he’s the president of his frat, constantly hurdled with duties here and there: rush week, pledging, community service, partying—he’ll always make time in his busy schedule to see you. even if it means sitting on the bed of his trashed bedroom, fastening his arms around your waist, only getting high from the smoke you give him. really, he couldn’t ask for anything more.

his favorite part is when you surprise him at his parties, not always your favorite setting, dressed up so perfectly to him (baggy jeans and a t-shirt, a real turn on), sending your boyfriend the most stunning smile when you see him. his brothers scoff at the sight of you, namely the insufferable external vice president beomgyu (who still hasn’t satiated his deep desire to find a girlfriend), strutting away with such a sway that it makes you giggle. 

“hi sweetheart,” yeonjun’s dripping honey already, pulling you to sit on his lap, pressing his fingertips carefully against your arm. he’s far gone, you realize, from the way he’s absolutely dazed, licking his lips slowly from the dryness, trailing his eyes on yours lazily. “i’m so glad you came.”

“mhm, i know,” you’re running a hand through his hair, the dusted pink color slowly growing to your liking. he leans into your touch, closing his hand around your wrist and sniffing. he’s exhaling loudly, eyes closed and head rocking back, one would think he’s getting off to the smell of you, as if you’d worn that mythical pheromone perfume he gifted you on your birthday. “you fucking pervert…”

“you smell good,” is all he mutters, letting you massage his scalp, chuckling when you curse at him again. a few seconds pass in the quiet bliss before he’s coming back to his senses, sitting up so fast you nearly topple off of him. “fuck, y/n, you’re sober.” it makes him frown slightly; of course, he can’t let you stay like that.

there’s nothing more attractive to him than the way you look when you’re taking hits—a little goes a long way—leaning back against him, eyelashes fluttering as the smoke bellows around you. he’s so pliant, patient with you as he doesn’t even let you hold the joint, exhaling smoke into your mouth every so often to see your crazed smile. the way your lips ghost past his, teasing in an attempt to be coy, oh, it makes him a mad man.

and it comes to a particular point in the night when you’re all giggly once again, laughing sweetly at the incredibly shitty jokes internal vice president soobin is making, making small talk with treasurer taehyun, even thanking (god forbid) secretary kai when he hands you a water bottle, and yeonjun’s locked a permanent arm around your waist. shit–his eyes are darting around, an incredulous look on his face–do all his brothers want to fuck his girl?

“don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter as your boyfriend whispers liquid jealousy, nodding your head as kai rambles on about how his president had him cleaning toilets for days. the one thing you ever hear from yeonjun’s brothers are complaints, of course, on how he runs this excuse of a fraternity. he’s now giving death glares to any man that comes within a ten foot radius of you, snapping at them to leave you alone, pressing you closer to him with every passing moment.

oh, of course, now he’s gotten possessive.

“my girl,” he’s sighing, lighting yet another joint to place against your lips, watching you relish in the feeling. his heart swells, nearly bursts from the way you laugh breathlessly, kissing at the very corner of his lips, pulling away when he chases after you. white smoke blurs his vision, but he’s still staring. “c’mere princess, share with me.”

you do, parting your boyfriend’s lips with your hand, looking directly into his eyes–pupils blown to the max, shaking–and exhaling. he can’t help but press his mouth against yours, trapping the smoke, grasping at the fabric of your shirt, searching for a nothingness to bring you impossibly closer. you’re caught off-guard, however, gripping his shoulders to keep him in place, kissing him back hesitantly. still in a public setting, you know, you can feel his brothers’ eyes starting to prickle at your back.

you’re so lucky he’s the president, you’re thinking with your eyes screwed shut, tongue pressing against yeonjun’s, waiting patiently for the high to hit. when it does, you can tell, the way his lips messily move against yours, kissing so loudly you know it’s indecent; after all, you hate pda when you’re sober, yet your brain’s fuzzy now, leaving you with quiet giggles bubbling in your chest. it’s so funny to you, suddenly, even when you’re curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, lazily inhaling as he presses the joint to your lips once again, grinning as you let him have a taste too.

and in all of that, when his lips leave a ghost trail on your neck, as your head floats far above the clouds, there’s nothing better he can think of. you’re the best thing he’s ever had, no denying that. even the faint crash of an empty vodka bottle doesn’t catch his attention, nor the yelling voice of the external vice president, the complaints and whines and one-sided argument, it’s all his imagination at this rate.

“–and fuck you, yeonjun, stop fucking your girl on our goddamn couch!”

[kiztae]

dirty ― c.yeonjun x f.reader

wc: 2.9k

genre: smut, slight fluff

cw: protected sex, fingering, penetration, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader,

summary: you and your friends hang out, and when you get hurt, yeonjun takes care of you. however, things take a different turn with the tension building up between you both, hopefully no one notices.

a/n: my first smut post, hope you enjoy it!

your night wasn't supposed to turn out like this, the initial plan was to hang-out with your friends and watch a movie. however, most of them canceled and it ended up being just you, soobin, and his friend yeonjun.

you had talked to yeonjun a few times, but it never went on for too long. you usually just talked to soobin and made sure to share a polite greeting or small talk with the other.

that wasn't the case today.

after a few minutes of hanging out as a group, soobin left to go buy some ramyeon. meanwhile, you and yeonjun shared a nice conversation while preparing the snacks for the movie. turns out you both had many things in common, and really hit it off!

you never cared about yeonjun that much, although you did catch yourself admiring his handsome looks more than once. especially with his new haircut, a black colored short mullet. it suited him perfectly, and you thought it gave him a wild messy look, which you had to admit, you liked a lot.

"the popcorn's almost ready. we should go get soobin." you inform yeonjun as you check on the pot filled with little popcorn bits.

"alright, let me grab soobin and we can get started with the movie." he agreed, headed towards the door.

a loud yelp erupted from you, making him stop in his tracks, quickly looking back to find you crouching next to the stove. you were blowing softly into your hand, trying to soothe the burn in your left palm.

"what's happened?!" yeonjun ran to crouch by your side, searching after your eyes, confused as to what hurt you.

"i tried to push the pot to a corner of the stove, to move the popcorn into a bowl, but the handle was burning. it's dumb really, i should've known." you admit. then, as you look up, you meet his concerned stare. somehow, the way he showed his concern made you feel better.

"hey, it can happen." he replies, his eyes leaving yours to observe the red spot on your palm.

"i guess." you sigh, gathering yourself and standing up slowly.

"let's go to the bathroom, there's a first-aid kit there." he proposed as he stood back up as well, walking to the hall. you nodded and followed along, thinking it was indeed a good choice.

once you got there, yeonjun told you to sit on the toilet seat in order to treat your wound more easily. he grabbed some bandages and a small tube of cream from the first-aid kit, getting on his knees in front of you.

"show me." he ordered.

reaching your hand out, you pointed at the red spot with a pitiful expression. it was like he was helping a hurt puppy, with the way your eyes shined, tears threatening to spill.

"i'm gonna put some cream on it, and then i'm gonna wrap your hand with a small bandage. okay?" he explained, holding your hand closer to him, his other one holding a small q-tip with cream. again, you nodded and observed attentively.

"ah!" you winced, the light pressure of the q-tip already stinging. this time, you couldn't help but let out a small tear. it wasn't really that you couldn't take it, but your body reacted on it's own.

"shhh. i just started y/n." he said, focusing on finishing the application. once he finished applying your cream, he proceeded to gently wrap a bandage around your palm. what you didn't know was that he sneaked a few glances at your teary eyes, surprised by how adorable you looked. were you always this cute?

"thank you." you say looking down at him while he packs the bandages back into the first-aid kit. he looked really good, kneeling in front of you, his bangs falling perfectly onto his forehead. you weren't sure why, but this moment of his really got to you.

"no problem, just make sure you're careful next time." he answered, looking back at you. as he looked at you, his eyes trailed down to observe you in detail. the way your skirt laid on your soft thighs, covering just about enough to make him want more, the way your delicate hands rested on your lap, every bit of you looked so innocent and sweet.

"is there something on my skirt?" you asked, looking down at it, slightly lifting it to get a better view of it. as you lifted your skirt, ever so slightly, yeonjun catched a glimpse of your underwear. the soft fabric that covered your most intimate spot, made his mind spin, unable to focus any longer. he wasn't sure what it was about you, but everything you did, had him hooked.

"what? no, sorry." yeonjun said as he cleared his throat and looked away, trying his best to maintain his composure. you didn't think much of it and let your skirt fall back down.

you then tried to sit up from the toilet seat by pushing yourself up with your hands, but as you did that, forgetting your wound, you failed and fell down. this clumsy mishap ended up giving you a new seat, yeonjun's lap.

you both didn't say a word as you stared at each other, dumbfounded. you were definitely seeing yeonjun in a different way, but you didn't plan to end up in this position so abruptly. on the other end of it, yeonjun was hoping nothing else that could trouble his thoughts further would happen. nevertheless, things were going differently.

"y/n-" the boy called as his breath hitched, his body reacting at once. he had to admit, he didn't hate how things were going, but he wanted to know you were in the same place about it.

"i- i didn't mean to do that-" you blurted out, your cheeks burning up and your thoughts running wild. if you thought seeing him kneeling down in front you was a nice view, this was a heavenly sight. yeonjun's chest was rising up and down slowly, his cheeks pink, and his eyes shining in anticipation.

"just- don't move-" yeonjun pleaded, grabbing your side to keep you in place, scared of what might happen if you kept moving around. he was already half hard from seeing you earlier.

meanwhile, you were starting to get aroused too. you could feel yeonjun's bulge from underneath you, big and warm. you didn't know what to think or what to do. but you knew you wanted to do something about the growing sexual tension between you both. you had felt it for a little while now, and it was driving you crazy.

"yeonjun... can this go further?" you asked, looking into his eyes in search for an answer.

the moment those words left your lips, something snapped in him. he wasn't gonna stop himself anymore. you wanted him, and he wanted you.his eyes went dark, the noticeable shift in him making you more excited.

"yeah? is that what you want?" he cooed, grabbing your waist with both hands, bringing you closer to him. "for me to fuck you?" he purred into your ear.

"please-" you asked of him, placing your hands on the back of his neck, giving him your best puppy eyes.

"beg for it." he demanded, even though he was just as eager as you, waiting to ruin you completely.

"please yeonjun. please fuck me." you begged, not caring about how pathetic you sounded or looked, needing to be touched by him.

"good girl." he praised before lifting up your skirt, getting an even better view of the underwear he saw before. he smiles, noticing the wet patch forming on them.

"that's cute." he commented, staring at your crotch, planning his next move. you gazed at him, waiting impatiently, until you saw him bring his fingers up to his mouth. he stuck one, then two of his fingers into it, sinfully sucking on them as he stared back at you, not once breaking eye contact.

running out of patience, yeonjun removed his fingers from his mouth to bring them down between your legs, pushing your panties aside. he started to rub his digits against your core, he was desperate, but he still wanted to have his fun. you immediately reacted to his touch, sucking in a sharp breath.

"please don't tease-" you implored impatiently. you also had your fair share of waiting and built up tension, especially with his whole finger sucking act, you couldn't bear teasing right now.

taking the hint, yeonjun pushed one of his fingers inside you moving it in and out slowly. your pussy was a wet mess and it drenched his fingers as he added another one. his eyes fixated on them, entranced by the way you kept sucking him back in.

"fuck. all for me?" he inquired with a frown of his eyebrows, fascinated. his dick twitched in his pants as he kept working his fingers inside you, enticing soft whimpers from you.

"yeonjun —hah! so good-" you moaned, pulling him by his shirt, needing him closer to you, as if he would get separated from you any second.

"baby, look at the mess you made~" yeonjun commented as he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact, until he brought them up to your face. "wanna help me clean them up?"

you hesitated for a second, surprised by the lewdness of it all, you hadn't really done things this messy before. it all felt so dirty, and it turned you on even more. you approached his fingers and started to lick them, moving them inside your mouth to suck on them. the sight was delightful, yeonjun getting amazed by this lewd image of you, his cock aching for release.

"shit-" he cursed as he kept his eyes on you. he moved his other hand down to his sweatpants, lowering them just enough for his cock to spring out, slapping his abdomen. he took a condom out of his pocket, opening it and dragging it on himself smoothly.

once he moved his hand away from your mouth, you immediately peered down to see his cock, finally freed. his tip was red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, his dick was so pretty, you couldn't take your eyes off of it.

"enjoying the view?" he questioned with a small smirk to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. god, he was unreal.

"you have such a pretty dick, yeonjun." you smiled at him, having a flash of confidence. his cheeks turned into a deeper pink, and his confidence was instantly boosted. he was going to ravage you.

"go to the sink and bend over." he commanded, standing up and taking his shirt off, revealing his toned abdomen and supple skin. you followed his command without hesitation, starved for his touch. you couldn't wait any longer.

yeonjun placed himself behind you, his pants still on but lowered just enough for his member to comfortably be out. he grabbed your hip with one hand, using his other one to align himself with your entrance. you sighed at the moment you felt his tip prod at your entrance, feeling yourself grow even more wet by the second.

"ah- fuck y/n-" he moaned once he allowed himself to fully sink inside you, without giving you time to adjust to his size, his hips started top snap rythmically against you. "i-i can't hold back any longer-" he stuttered as he rammed into you mercilessly.

unable to mutter a single word, you managed only to moan disconnectedly, grabbing onto the sink for leverage. his pace was rough, and he hit you deeper with each thrust he landed. you started to think he was gonna break you with how hard he was hammering into you.

looking up into the reflection of the mirror, barely being able to hold your head up, you were met with a lewd expression on yeonjun's face. he was staring back at you, his brows furrowed, his mouth slightly parted, the corners of it lifting up in a barely noticeable way. it felt obscene to watch as he pounded into you from behind, making you recoil with every push and pull of his dick.

suddenly, the sound of the front door opening up made you both freeze, looking at each other in the reflection, your eyes wide open. your breaths were erratic and you were both glistening in sweat, but as much as you admired the state you both found yourselves in, you couldn't help but panic at the thought of soobin being back.

yeonjun reached behind him with his arm and locked the door silently. neither of you said a word, fearing that soobin might hear something.

"guys?" soobin called out from the living room, confused as to where you both went.

just as you were catching your breath, doing your best at staying still, you felt yeonjun buck up into you, hitting you deeply.

"mmh-" you moaned softly, your eyes almost shutting close.

"shh baby. you don't want him to hear you, do you?" yeonjun whispered after grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling you close to him. his chest pressed up against your back, his dick still pulsating inside you.

"jun- please-" you plead in a barely audible tone.

his lips crashed against yours, devouring you like a starved man. his tongue made its way into your mouth, exploring it carelessly. his kisses were rough, making you whine into his mouth as he resumed his abuse to your drenched core, hammering into you savagely.

"hello?! are you guys here?!" soobin called out again, starting to get annoyed.

but soobin was kicked out of your thoughts, you could only focus on the rough fuck that yeonjun was delivering to you. using his dancer skills to his advantage, his hips slapped yours without a stop, keeping a steady rythm. the knot in your stomach started to feel like it was going to snap, and you were not going to last long.

"you gonna come angel?" he whispered as he noticed the trembling and erratic jolts of your legs. "do it. fucking soak me."

your orgasm hit you like a truck, the knot snapping as soon as he commanded you to do so, as if it was yeonjun that controlled your body completely. your moans were fortunately muffled by yeonjun's hand covering your mouth, all while he still fucked himself into you, not letting you ride out your high correctly.

"they really left without telling me..." soobin groaned, grabbing his keys and leaving.

"you're so good baby- so fucking good-" he praised, his voice breaking up as he felt his high approach him too. his pace started to falter, his hands grabbing onto your sides with bruising strength. "'i'm sorry-" he apologized, being aware of the fact that he was fully overstimulating you.

with one last sharp thrust to your cunt, he came. filling the condom up with his seed, making you feel it deep inside you., his hot breath unstable against your neck as he came down from his orgasm.

he pulled out of you slowly, allowing you both catch your breaths. then he took the condom off carefully, throwing it in the trash next to the sink.

"i guess this means we won't be eating any ramyeon tonight." he chuckled softly while leaning against the door and zipping his pants up, admiring you as you re-arranged yourself.

"oh shit! soobin! i forgot!" you exclaimed, remembering your poor friend who you left alone. you finished checking yourself in the mirror, trying your best to look polished, even though you inevitably looked like a fucked out mess.

"yeah well, he won't forget. we basically abandoned him for all he knows." he laughed as he ruffled his hair, unconsciously mimicking your "cleaning myself up" actions.

"yeah, poor soobin." you laughed, turning to look at him as he opened the door. "hey, so about this, we won't be awkward or anything, right..?" you asked.

"i'm cool with it. although it's probably best not to make something big out of it too soon, you know? wouldn't want them to start making things weird.." he replied.

"yeah! i mean- oh, i have to go. my friend's picking me up" you smiled apologetically as you followed him into the living room, looking at the new text on you phone while picking up your things from the couch.

"i guess i'll see you next time?" yeonjun asked as he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, going up to you to hand you one too. "you can also call me, if you wanna hang out again."

"yeah, for sure." you agreed, taking the water bottle with a sweet smile, leaving towards the door.

yeonjun followed you, making sure to see you out. he really was enchanted by you, and he was never going to be able to forget you after this. he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as he watched you say your goodbyes and nodded along.

"i'm looking forward to next time y/n. i bet it's gonna be even more fun." yeonjun commented as you walked off into the building's hall, you turned around one last time, to see him flashing you a teasing wink before taking another sip of his water.

©kiztae | 2023

[bb-eilish]

Keep eating

pairing; yeonjun x sick!gnreader

warnings; neck kissing, teasing, nothing serious, fluff, suggestive stuff, groping,

summary; simply being touched by yeonjun has you needy even if you are sick.

A/n; i thought this was a cute idea, enjoy!!

“Here, Y/n. This should help with your fever.” He gently sets a bowl of cold seaweed soup on your nightstand. It smells delicious.

“Thank you, Yeonnie.” He offers a soft smile before crawling into the spot next to you. “Of course, eat up.” With a huff you push yourself into a sitting position and reach for the bowl, it’s cold against your calves as your pants have risen a bit from the crisscross-applesauce position you’re in. The first taste is borderline addicting, it always surprises you when Yeonjun makes such good food. Why can’t he cook every meal?

There’s not much that could distract you at the moment, but your boyfriend absentmindedly playing with the waistband of your pajama pants while scrolling on his phone is one of them. The touch has you remembering how long it’s been since you’ve both been intimate last, 2 whole weeks because of the stupid flu. Usually the simple touches wouldn’t have gotten to you, but you can’t help but yearn to feel him again.

Yeonjun seems to have noticed how you froze, spoon in mid air as you stare off into space. “Y/n?” He calls, the hand on your waistband moves to the top of your thigh and rubs in soothing motions, it only seems to worsen your current state. Before it ends up spilling all over you and your sheets, you move the bowl back to its original place on the furniture beside you and turn to Yeonjun. He raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles when you dive into his arms, your head snuggly fitting against his neck as you breathe him in.

“What’s the matter?” You can tell he’s worried and a part of you feels guilty for causing it, but at the moment you’re not able to think very clearly. His scent surrounds you and you wish to forgo the stuffy clothing you both are wearing. “Just missed you…” You trail off, nosing the expanse of his neck. Your hands drift down to the hem of his shirt and feel up the skin beneath it greedily. He’s warm and the ache between your thighs only becomes worse.

Yeonjun’s confused until the hand under his shirt digs its nails into his torso and drags you impossibly closer. He breathes out a laugh before speaking, “Y/n, you’re sick.” You let out a whine and dig your face further into his neck, nonverbally answering him.

“Y/n…” His voice cracks when you begin leaving rushed kisses under his ear, his hands grip your waist—ready to push you away at any given moment, but he doesn’t. He can’t deny how much he’s missed you, so his rational thinking is a little delayed. Especially when the hand under his shirt trails down to the waistband of the sweatpants he’s wearing and dips a finger or two teasingly beneath it.

It’s like there’s an angel and a devil on either one of his shoulders and they’re continuously arguing over what he should do next. The invisible devil seems to have won when his hands on your waist move down to get a good grip on your ass, the action has a needy whine bubbling against his neck from your mouth.

“Fuck, missed you too.” You smile in victory as he rolls you both over. Yeonjun leans down to kiss you but freezes, you sniffle for a second and it has him pulling away from you. The way your mouth is slightly open because you can’t breathe through your nose, the way your eyes are slightly red and glassy, …the way you’re still sick. His eyes soften and he sighs, he leans back down, planting a loving kiss to your warm temple before laying next to you again.

“Keep eating, Sweetie.” He mumbles.

“What? B-but, Junnie. I need you.” You look at him incredulously with a pout staining your lips. He simply brushes away strands of hair that fell in front of your eyes before he repeats himself softly. “Keep eating.”

[junniieesbby]

My Pretty Ginger Boy 🧡 |Choi Yeonjun

Pairing: Yeonjun x F!reader

Genre: Established Relationship, Idol Yeonjun x non idol reader, Fluff, crack, A little bit suggestive.

WC: 1k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Summary: Your boyfriend bleaches his hair for an upcoming comeback and you slightly mention he would look good with Ginger hair…only to see him with ginger hair two days later

Warning: There is swearing, Ass smacking, kissing, biting mentions of food. (Let me know If I missed anything”

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Nothing mentioned in this fiction represents any of the characters.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this little fluff I came up with last minute

Dedication: I would like to dedicate this to my amazing friends tagged below. Please if there is anyone at all you would like to show your love and support to it is them. They have made me feel loved and appreciated more times than I could count. My love for them will run forever. To my Besties this is it. Thank you for playing the game. Until Next time…Love Anon 🧡

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You rolled on your boyfriend's side of the bed only to find it empty once again. It has been a week now that he goes to work early and comes really late. He had promised you some quality time today, and he wasn’t even here. Not that you were complaining; he is an idol with a comeback, and this wasn’t anything new. You just happened to miss him extra hard that morning.

You stayed in bed for around 15 minutes, then decided to get up and get ready for the day. You went in the shower and did your shower routine. As you got out, you heard the front door being opened and closed, and you ran as fast as you could to greet your boyfriend.

Only to stop in your tracks when you lay your eyes on him. He is standing there with a bouquet of sunflowers in his left hand and a bag in his right hand, which appears to be from your favorite breakfast place.

That isn’t at all what surprises you. What caught you off guard was his hair color. Last night, he came to bed with bleached blonde hair. Now…now he has ginger hair. Just two days ago, you told him how much you wanted to see him with ginger hair and how much he would rock the color.

Now you're standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights. You can’t move, you can’t speak, and you sure as hell can’t process what is going on.

"Good morning, beautiful", he tells you with an innocent smile. He acts like nothing is new or has changed. That gets you fuming.

"Good morning? Good Morning? CHOI FUCKING YEONJUN, ARE YOU SERIOUS?" you say, walking closer to him.

“Baby, what's wrong?" He puts down the items he got on the kitchen island and walks closer to you.

"Don’t ‘baby’ me, LOOK at your hair. Are you kidding me!!!"

"Do you like it? I did it just for you, baby," he said, planting his hands on your hips.

You were mesmerized by his beauty. He truly could rock any hair color. He knew he looked good, but every time you told him he looked good, he just felt this boost of confidence. He loved when you complimented him. It always meant so much to him when it came from you.

"Like? Like? No, baby, I don’t like it; I love it. Are you serious? I mentioned one time that I wanted to see you with ginger hair, and you convinced your hair stylist to dye it ginger. Oh my god, baby, you look so handsome and so pretty; it suits you so fucking well. I think I just fell in love all over again," you tell him while running a hand through it.

You could not help yourself. You grabbed his face, lowered it to you, and peppered his face with kisses. You kissed his eyelids, his nose, his forehead, his cheeks, the corner of his mouth, and his lips maybe 10 times. All he did was giggle and let you kiss him.

"That is the cutest reaction I’ve ever seen, baby," he says while peppering your face the same way you did to him.

Once he finished, you gave him the tightest hug and whispered how much you had missed him, which led to him rocking you back and forth and telling you how much he missed you.

"What are the flowers and food for baby?" You let go of the hug, turning around and facing the food and flowers.

"What is it illegal now to get pretty flowers for a pretty girl? I can’t spoil my baby with food now?" He questions you.

"It’s not that, you idiot," you slightly smack his shoulder. "How about you change while I plate up the food mmh?"

He nods, sends you a wink, and goes to your shared bedroom to get changed. As you are plating the food, you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around you. He also nozzled his face into the crook of your neck and took a deep breath.

Once you finished plating your breakfast, which was one of your favorite Toasted waffles with nutella, you turned around in his arms only to notice he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, which caused you to hyperventilate for a second time this morning.

Your instinctive reaction was to lean on his bicep and bite him. “Ow, what was that for? You little shit," he tells you while letting you go.

"For always looking sexy" that's when he leaned and also bit your upper arm, which caused you to shriek.

"YEONJUN Ow, that hurts you ass," He just laughed, grabbed you closer to him, and started smacking your ass.

“Yeah, well, I like your ass, baby." You guys both started to laugh.

"When we finish breakfast, can we have a marathon of High School Musical?" you asked, fully knowing the answer would be yes.

"Anything for my pretty girl," he says, taking your hand and leading you to sit on the island and eat breakfast.

You spent the rest of the day in his arms, watching and singing along to High School Musical. You both even got up and danced to "Can I have this dance".

He truly was a dream come true.

Thank you guys so much for reading 🥺🧡

Tagging the loveliest people I know: @kookthief @boba-beom @lovejoshua @robin-obsessed @baljinciaga @choistick @hanniejie @txt-yaomi @writingmochi

[uchi4nlog]

📼 𖥔 ݁ ˖★ UNCONSCIOUSLY .ᐟ | YEONJUN

gn!reader ، wc: 2.1k ، genre: f2l, a bit of angst ، tw: suggestive but nothing too explicit.

who could know that love was waiting right in front of you after so many years?

you never thought of him as much more than a best friend. a guy who makes you laugh the loudest. the one who would sit across from you and steal little glances as you talked to the other 4 boys. the guy who would put his arms around your shoulders when a weird man tried something. the one who was always there when you needed it. the guy who dried your tears when your heart broke into pieces. 

he was always there. but in your head, yeonjun was nothing more than a good best friend. 

as time went by, you found yourself unconsciously falling a little deeper and deeper. falling into a rabbit hole where no one but him could pull you out of it. friends to lovers... so cliché, isn’t it? 

with his lips on yours right now, you can’t help but ask yourself if it’s okay to want more. to make him yours and never let him go. would this be a one time thing? did he feel the way you changed around him? were you two willing to risk your friendship for just a feeling?

you break the kiss and yeonjun looks at you confused.

“do you really want this?” - your voice above a whisper. - “do you really want this, yeonjun? because there is no way back now.” you look at him seriously.

“what do you mean, y/n?” he smirks and laughs a little. urgh! he knows how to make you fall on his knees.

“it’s just that i-... i love you, yeonjun…” -  you say covering your face with your hands. - “god, yeonjun! i’m in love with you!” your chest feels lighter, like screaming those words out were everything you ever needed. 

“i hate to feel this way about you!” - you continue. - “you’re my best friend, oh my god! you aren’t just a random guy that i think it’s cute. NO! you are my best friend! and i’m so so stupid to even think that way about you.” tears start forming in your eyes. would it be even more pathetic if you start crying? 

honestly, you just can’t help it. expressing your feelings was never something easy and yeonjun knows it very well. even when you want to cry, maybe he's even thinking you’re going crazy right now.

in response, yeonjun kisses you. but this time deeper, lustier, taking every breath out of you two.

has he been waiting for this too?

“god, y/n. you’re gonna make me go crazy.” - the stupid smirk on his lips again. - “you didn’t knew, right? you never really noticed the way i was just holding myself back from you, right?”

his lips coming closer to your ear. his breath so warm, your whole body starts to light up. you're sure he can just make you combust right now.

“but there’s no need for it anymore, right? cause you want me too.”

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© gyuletters, 2023 - do not repost, copy, or translate. // happy birthday to the love of my life who has been inspiring me to become a better version of myself everyday. ily, yeonjun!! 🎂♡

[koishua]

━━━━┉ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.

fluff, suggestive, angst if you squint. 1.038k words.

another unsuccessful attempt at pulling the blanket back over your side later, you slump in defeat and lie back down on your side, glaring at the expanse of your (un)loveable boyfriend yeonjun’s back. you hear his soft snores and observe the steady cycle of his breathing with an exasperated expression, sleep dripping form your eyes as the small clock by your bedside ticks on. as annoyed as you are, you can’t help but feel a tiny bit of affection grow when you realize that it had been weeks since you’d last seen him this relaxed. your clashing schedules and quick goodbyes are over for now and you have him all to yourself for the next few days before he’s back on track again and you return from your break.

seeing him completely at ease dissolves your previous childish resentment.

(you are reminded of his taught shoulders and furrowed eyebrows, his sharp sighs and sporadic outbursts. you are reminded of your heart thundering in your ears as you try and regain control of your breathing again, the argument consisting of pointless complaints and exhausted groans. you remember his gaze sorrowfully dropping, arms falling to his side. he clears his throat and mumbles a tired apology and you accept without a second thought. how can you ever doubt his sincerity when he is the most gentle person you know? his voice never rises higher than yours, his body never towering over yours even in your worst conflicts. how can you ever not forgive him and beg for forgiveness in return?

“i missed you.”)

since it seems like you’ll never be able to win the battle of blanket hogging, you do what you believe is the most rational option: attaching yourself to his back like a leech hungry for warmth. you snake your arms around his torso and toss a leg over his in a messy tangle, burying your face in the crook of his neck, his hair tickling your eyelids. feeling your arms around him, he slowly wakes back into reality. 

(“i missed you even more.”)

he hadn’t heard you coming back home that night, having fallen asleep while scrolling on his phone, so it’s a pleasant surprise to him when he feels you press a sly kiss under his ear. you loosen your arms for your (un)loveable boyfriend to shuffle around and find you looking entirely too amused. he doesn’t know if it’s because of the imprints he probably has on one half of his face because of the pillow or because of the way he blindly reaches out to cup your face in his palm. yeonjun doesn’t mind you finding him funny. in fact, he relishes in the feeling of knowing he’s the reason behind your smile and happiness. if he looks odd, then so be it, so long as you light up the room with the adorable tilt of your lips.

(“i missed you the most.”)

a force of habit, his first reaction is to bump his nose on yours, to which you bunch up your face, perplexed, like you always do after he does that. the room is only lit by the moonlight streaming through the blinds you’d closed only half way, so he can see the shadows cast on your face shifting to your every movement. he adores how expressive you are even when you’re completely silent. 

“welcome home.” he whispers in your ear, a funny feeling running down your spine when you hear his tired voice for the first time since you’d gone to work two days ago. you ignore the pit in your stomach when he absentmindedly traces patterns underneath your shirt, pressing your lips over both of his eyes. they flutter shut and yeonjun releases a sigh of contentment, pulling you closer to his (impossibly warm) body. you have half the mind to tell him that he’s like your personal furnace, but decide against it, knowing he’d brew a lengthy conversation about his inner temperature.

“go to sleep, jun.”

“i like it when you call me jun.” he mutters under his breath, not knowing how utterly still you have gone against his chest. it’s almost infuriating, the way he says that sentence and dozes back to sleep when all you can think of is him saying that same thing a few nights ago in completely different conditions. 

(your heart is beating against its cage, so fast that you feel as though it will burst any moment and you struggle to catch your breath. everything feels cloudy and you are lost in a haze, thoughts at an impasse and all you can think, hear, see and feel is jun. jun. jun. jun. your jun.)

stupid. you don’t know who it’s directed more at, but you know that it’s just so utterly stupid how he has you wrapped around his long and slender fingers. you hate how powerless you feel against him and you hate it even more, knowing that he is aware of your overflowing feelings for him and how he has complete advantage over you. you are completely blind to the fact that he is so much more head over heels for you than you realize, something he has tried to drive home for as long as you have been together and still hasn’t completely succeeded in. yeonjun knows that he’ll make you accept that in due time.

(“i love you so much.” he pants shakily as he fights off the cloud over his mind. if he could, he would tell you that over and over again without a stop, but he fears the possibility of you growing tired of hearing those sacred words. so, he tries to show it through every action he takes, through every moment he spends with you. my moon and my brightest star, my forever and my entire world, my first and last, my beginning and my end. you’re my greatest weakness and strength. ask me for my heart and watch as i carve it out with my own two hands. love me, hate me, and you’ll still be my only desire in this world and the next. i am but a slave to your smile and your touch.

“by you, i am forever undone.”)

notes: i will give you a kith if you rb and/or give feedback. also if you get the reference to cardan, because i believe in another life, yeonjun could have been cardan greenbriar. i wrote this all in one sitting, not a single edit, so excuse any mistakes i might have made in my sleep deprived state. i am so disgustingly deep in my jun brainrot that this made me giggle, blush, gasp and cry all within the same hour.

[yeonkaiwrld]

yeonjun as a siren

minors preferably dni!!

warnings: suggestive, mentions sex, degrading, switch!yeonjun, swearing, possibly established relationship??

dynamic: siren!yeonjun x gn!reader

a/n: if any of you have seen tale of the nine tailed 1983,, i say siren like the girl from the boutique who sings at that nice hotel (i cant remember her name) also,, yall have seen this mans siren eyes,, i just had to.

[masterlist]

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siren!yeonjun whose favorite thing is catching you staring at him with nothing but wonder and desire.

siren!yeonjun who thrives off the way your breath hitches when he pulls your arms around his slim waist.

siren!yeonjun who loves everyone’s eyes on him when he’s singing but loves your gaze on him the most

siren!yeonjun who adamantly tells you that you’re his one and only no matter what

siren!yeonjun who is absolutely infatuated with you and cant help but swoon and practically kiss the ground you walk on

siren!yeonjun who would give up his voice if it meant spending the rest of his life with you

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! (politely if you know me irl, no you dont)

siren!yeonjun who could practically get off with the way you come undone the moment he starts singing

siren!yeonjun who smirks and grabs your chin so you look up at him just to fluster you

siren!yeonjun who loves to tease you because he claims your whines are better than any music he’s heard

siren!yeonjun who loves to be called your cockslut and loves to beg for you to fuck him

siren!yeonjun who loves it when you cock warm him because he’s in control and can (and will) wreck you until you’re screaming his name

siren!yeonjun whose moans sound like the sweetest melody you’ve ever heard

[txthao]

HAPPY FOOLS! 000: love at first sight

a/n: how y/n and beomgyu became fwb! + some of their texts over time (beomgyu still has y/n blocked on twitter...)

masterlist | next

[boba-beom]

I don’t think I can choose just one Yeonjun Picture because this man has me in a chock hold and on my knees ready to obey. So I have these two which I am absolutely in love with at this time😍

yj x f!reader ❥ warning(s): long-term established relationship, endearing terms (princess, good girl, sweet baby), ‘daddy’ for yeonjun OOP, suggestive themes, not proofread ❥ genre: fluff, suggestive, drabble ❥ a/n: this immediately made me think about I'll bring her back home early to she calls me daddy too 😵‍💫 which is exactly what imma do hehe ❥ wc: 759

you've been dating yeonjun since senior year high school when he had driven you home after your study sessions together, and eventually your parents wanted you to introduce him to them.

and so you did. you remembered him wearing a baby blue button down of light material, his buttons at the top were undone and you couldn't risk your dad meeting your boyfriend like that, so you had to button it up for him while giving him a pep talk.

"jjun, there's no way you're making your first impression on them like this." you sorted out his collar, sliding your hands past his collarbones and resting them on his broad shoulders.

"yeah well," he kissed your forehead, "it worked on you."

he would always tease you like this in private, and it was a version of him you found so attractive. and luckily, your parents approved of him to being your boyfriend. your mom thought he was responsible, and even the gesture of driving you home was something your mom took into account. your dad surprisingly liked him just as much, after bonding about cars and being the respectful gentle man yeonjun was, your dad approved.

when it came round to your first evening date, you were ready in your pretty black dress, the skirt just resting above your knees and you were excited, but you were also intrigued to see how your dad would react to this date.

the moment yeonjun arrived he was stood by your front porch with a bouquet of flowers.

"good evening, I'll be taking yn out for our date." he shook your dad's hand, nice and firm while you waited for his response.

"I don't want any funny business tonight, okay?"

"understood, I'll bring her home early after the dinner." yeonjun had his charming smile adorned on his perfectly pink lips that could woo the heart of anyone, and your dad just so happened to have a soft spot for him, not to mention he was impressed with the respect he held out for him.

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a few years down the line and you're about to finish university, still in your long-term relationship with yeonjun. he had decided to take you out for dinner — the same place he took you for your first date — to celebrate your anniversary.

“you look stunning, princess.” he whispers by your ear while his hands roam around your waist, circling your torso until he rests them low on your hips.

“of course, I have a stunning boyfriend to keep up with.” you teasingly roll your eyes as you look at him through the mirror. turning to face him, his hands stay by your sides until they venture further down, giving your ass a gentle squeeze through your satin, emerald green slip dress. “did I also mention I love it when you leave the top unbuttoned?”

he wore a white pinstripe dress shirt and in all honesty, he looked incredible in it. you play with the dainty pendant on his necklace, twirling it with your fingers as you lean in to kiss his exposed neck. he sighs from the contact, pulling you closer to him.

“or how about we spend the night in, hm? we could rest… and cuddle… or sleep... ? ” he drags out each suggestion, definitely not what he’s trying to insinuate. he tucks a lose strand behind your ear before kissing the junction where your jawline meets the bottom of your ear, “or you could be a good girl for me and I could–”

“daddy,” you whine breathlessly, “I’m always a good girl, regardless.”

you earn an endearing chuckle from him as he looks down and shakes his head. “you’re right, my sweet girl is always good, only to me.” he kisses your forehead and then grabs your coat, holding it out for you to slide your arms through.

“I want to stop over at my parents’ house before we go to the restaurant. Just gonna drop off the gifts I bought for them.” you look up at him and catch the slight smirk upon his lips. “now what’s that for?”

you can tell he’s refraining from grinning so much, his lips are starting to tip into his attractive downward smile.

“want me to tell your dad you call me daddy too?” he playfully winks at you before taking out his keys to unlock the car.

it wasn’t until he looked back at you when he realised you were shaking your head at him.

“what? it’s true though.” he laughs.

“I know, baby. but that stays between us.” you kiss his cheek before walking to the car together.

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[itgirlgyu]

lover's disdain. choi yeonjun.

︶ ༘choi yeonjun x f! reader....W0RD C♡UNT/0669 !

#SUMMARY ᜴ yeonjun is in love with you, and you were in love with him, now each time the world drapes itself in the gloomy cerulean shroud, you begin a cruel game to drive him an inch closer to the edge.

𖤝 GENRE: ANGST. warnings. reader is kinda mean, mind games, obsessive love (yeonjun), yeonjun kind of shows yandere behaviour, suggestive content.

🕸️ THIS WAS REQUESTED BY MY B3LOVED YERIN!

At every nightfall spent with you, Yeonjun witnesses the cruel game begin.

You've loved him, and Yeonjun? He still loves you; and for that single difference, he is the inevitable loser.

Gossamer cracks that envelop the world you two had built begins to appear before Yeonjun's eyes. His fragile flesh tending onto them; doing all he could to save the splintering relationship all by himself, but all that was left in the end—in his own hands was the shards of what you two had once treasured. The debris of a beautiful bond that was nothing but trash you wanted to toss away, despite being colored by the crimson of your lover.

You've loved him once didn't you?

Yeonjun often wondered as he stood by his window sill when you were avoiding his calls, refused to meet him—pretended that he never existed at all. The dull moonlight reflected onto all the ways your "so called" relationship pulled itself by its carmine thread—so close to breaking off. Completely sending the two of you to your respective fated ends, to never be reunited again.

All it required was one simple—

'Do you love me anymore?' Yeonjun meant to ask you, as you avoided his gaze. Preoccupied by the task at hand, you turned your back towards him. Yeonjun remained where he had been as you moved further, and further away from him. The lit cigarette situated between his index and finger burned away, the remaining ashes staying still on the paper roll—all it would take was a simple nudge for it to fall off. It reminded Yeonjun of the two of you.

"Are you going to stay the night?" Yeonjun asked, finally giving a tap to his cigarettes, letting the stray ashes fall off. The wisps of his black hair falling into eyes as he watched your back carefully, the strums of his heartbeats playing into a devious rhythm; waiting for your reply, for you to turn back, for you to nod—just acknowledging him somehow.

Of course you wouldn't provide him with satisfaction. He realized that something that deific doomed night as the sound of the slammed door rang in his ear long after you were already gone.

"I'm waiting for you to end it."

You didn't need to say it out loud. Yeonjun could see it in your empyrean eyes. He's aware of your conniving ways; he had found himself the devotee of wicked nature once. The acidic taste of your words burned his tongue just the way he liked it, but now it only seemed to rot his flesh and nothing more. The two of you had outgrown each other, to put it simply.

Maybe Yeonjun was just as much fault as you were. He noticed you suffocating from his love, and he let that happen. At one point, it had started to prickl you to the extent you couldn't look past, but Yeonjun just assumed you would learn to love him like the way he loves you; deeply, and dyspnoeic. How could love ever be ugly?

Yeonjun would continue to love you even if you cut into him each and every night, and brought him back to life each time the sun had risen—you should be able to accept his love even if it smothered you. He wasn't going to be the one to set you free.

"Just end it."

Yeonjun challenges you each night before he kisses you. The sweetness of his lips contradict the aim it harbors; the acrid savour entangles into the corrupt schemes that lies underneath his saccharine tongue. You dance barefoot with him to the macabre harmony on the shards of your broken relationship, the knife pressed to each other's neck as your eyes tell lies to each other, whispering sweet nothings—driving one another to the end of the cliff.

Amongst those many deceitful gloam, Yeonjun had decided—if you were the one to begin the crude game, you should as well be the sadistic one to end it.

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[ijuliet]

DOWNBAD FOR YJ!! 😩✋

UGGHHHH ANON I AGREE WITH YOUUUU!!!! YEONJUN = WOWW

many of my moots believe my king is a hard dom which honestly, i respectfully disagree…

i just know!! yeonjun is one to be molded to your desires, trying his hardest to please every bit of you. he’s such a clingy baby, head over heels for you, floating behind you everywhere you go, because you’re HIS addiction

speaking of the emphasis on HIS… yeonjunnie is 100% one to get jealous. not the toxic kind, but the kind to get even more attached to you. he’d start to pout and sulk, wrapping his hands around your waist and omfg. his height… perfectly made for YOU!!! his head can easily be slot on top of shoulder and nose ideally nuzzling the skin of your neck. such a husky voice asking why you’ve stopped giving him attention.

so being the perfect s/o you are, you slither out of his hold and on to your knees to untie his drawstrings and pull his pants (and boxers), down in one quick motion, with a reassuring smile he always has your unrequited full attention 😊

PAKWNQPWIHANW HES NOT EVEN MY TXT BIAS BUT I WANT HIM SO BAD

[thursdaydaughter]

Met him last night

pairing: yeonjun x reader (no gender specific)

genre: reader is kinda lonely, demon!yj, suggestive, inspired by met him last night by Demi Lovato

warnings: alcohol (wine), choking, reader is kinda in trance (?)

word count: 700+

a/n: english is not my first language

reblog if you like <3

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The bar was covered in red lights and the music was so loud that you thought that your head was going to explode.

To be honest, the bartender started to feel pity for you. It was the tenth time in the month that you were there and didn’t get anyone to talk to or to leave home with.

“The usual?” He asked with a little bit of sadness.

“The usual, huh? Yeah sure.” You sighed and gave him a weak smile. “You never stay so late, why would you this time?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I don’t know.” He smiled. “I don’t get why you only come to order wine, I mean this is a bar, you could have any other drink you want but you only ask for wine”

While you were thinking how to answer that question, the place started to feel extremely cold forcing you to hug yourself.

“It's cold.” You said.

“Cold? I think it’s pretty hot.” He laughed showing you his dimples. “I’m going for another bottle, okay?”

You smiled in response and when he left, you let your head drop on the table bar. You knew it was embarrassing and kinda stupid keep going to that place and not being successful in your mission.

What will that boy think of you? Certainly, he felt sorry for you; seeing you with the hope of someone approaching you and starting a conversation, getting some drinks and then deciding to spend the night together.

“You look sad, want some company?”

“Company? I mean, aren’t you supposed to be working?” You asked while regaining your composure.

You looked at the boy standing in front of you: he was tall, had dark brown eyes, beautiful plumpy lips, white shirt, dark hair as his suit.

In other words, he was handsome as hell.

“A-a-are you talking to me?” You asked nervously.

“I don’t see anyone else here.” He joked. “Red or white?”

“Red… but how?”

He turned around to get behind the table bar and just like magic, he pulled a bottle of wine and served it in two glasses.

“You work here?” You asked while drinking a little bit of it.

“Do I look like I work here?” You laughed and shaked your head. “There’s your answer.”

He was staring at you deeply as he drank from his glass and for a moment you felt like he was hypnotizing you with his dark eyes.

“Why is someone as attractive as you so lonely on a night like this?” He touched your face with his fingers and you could feel the cold of his silver rings on your skin.

You didn’t answer but you started to feel so strange, so nervous, so impatient… you wanted to leave this place with him and get him in your bed, it felt like you were starving.

You didn’t even realize that he was pouring more wine in your glass.

“It’s fine. I don’t have the intention of getting you drunk or something.”

Even if that was his intention, you didn’t care at all. As long as he stayed by your side, you were fine with everything he said or did.

“What’s your name?” Suddenly you asked as he sat by your side.

“You can call me Yeonjun.” He put his hand on your thigh.

“Don’t you wanna know mine?” He gently squeezed your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

“I don’t find that necessary, or do you?” He put his hand away and took a sip of his drink.

“Not at all.” You said. “I’m waiting for the bartender, he is taking too long.”

“I’m going to the bathroom, okay?” He asked without taking his sight off you.

You quickly nodded and watched him walk through the people on his way to the bathroom. When he got to the big black door, he turned around and with his finger called you.

His right hand choked your neck roughly, but not enough to hurt you, while his left hand pulled your hair softly.

His lips were devouring you, it seemed like he was looking something from you, you felt like he was trying to get your soul through a kiss.

“You are mine. Only mine.” You heard his voice in your head. “Understand?”

You moaned a little “yes” against his mouth making him choke you a little bit stronger and pulling your hair roughly.

“Yes what?” He asked walking away from you.

“I’m only yours.” You answered, staring at his fully dark eyes.

“That’s what I like.” He smirked. “Let’s go home, angel”

[run2min]

𝐔𝐩 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ~ 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 712

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Collage au, roommates au, Very suggestive, mentions of sex, swearing, MNDI

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛ø𝐲! 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"Just here on the left," You instructed your driver as he pulled up onto the curb. You were moving into your new apartment today, Seojun's boyfriend had just moved in with her so they suggested that you move in with his old roommate, a boy who you'd met once at Kai's last birthday celebration.

You trecked upstairs with your final suitcase, the rest of your things had been brought to the apartment in the last week or so. Opening the door, you were met with an unholy sight, your new roommate Yeonjun was sat on your sofa, making out with some girl.

"YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU KNEW I WAS COMING TODAY!" His head shot up to meet yours, a smirk finding itself onto his face within no time. "Oh, sorry sweetheart, your room is last on the right," He sent a wink your way as you turned and stormed to your room, letting out a quick, "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" before slamming the bedroom.

You'd spent the last few hours putting away your things as you'd already set up your furniture the day before. A faint knock made it's way to your door, "What do you want asshole?" The boy opened the door and laughed at your welcome. "Woah, I was just asking if you wanted to order with me? I'm getting ramen?" You looked at him, narrowing your eyes slightly, "Is that girl gone?" He nodded and stepped into your room. "You like music?" He gestured to the stack of records on your desk, "Yeah, my grandma gave me them," He nodded, blowing air out of his mouth. "So, you want food?" You shook your head and explained that you'd gotten food with your friend Soobin earlier. "Okay, let me know if you need anything." He instructed before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

Later that night, you walked over towards the bathroom door, trying the handle you saw that it was unlocked. Pushing it open you were met with Yeonjun. Yeonjun in the shower. Yeonjun naked in the shower. You turned around quickly with a slight squeak. "WHY DIDN'T YOU KNOCK?!" the boy shouted. Furrowing your brows, you hastily replied, "WHY DIDN'T YOU LOCK THE DOOR?!" You heard him sigh and mumble something. You asked him to repeat what he said but were surprised when he let out, "WHY HAVEN'T YOU LEFT YET?!"

The situation itself wasn't ideal but you couldn't get something off of your mind, Yeonjun was really hot.

.....

"Uh, fuck" you were woken up by the unholy noises coming from your roommates bed. This was the fourth time This week! You were yet to confront the boy, imagine what an awkward conversation that would be!? But you'd decided you were going to have to, even your friends were noticing that you were sleep deprived.

"I made pancakes, you want any?" Yeonjun called out from the kitchen. You called out a "No thank you," as you grabbed your school bag, walking into the kitchen. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about something." He hummed a response and turned to face you. "Uh, I know that you're sexually active or whatever," Your voice got quieter as each word left your mouth. Yeonjun's signature smirk made it's way onto his face. "But I was wondering if you could be a bit quieter at night, I haven't been getting much sleep and I have exams coming up soon." Yeonjun stepped towards you and tilted his head to the right. "Just because you've never been layed before," The boy let out a huff and rolled his eyes, "Excuse me! Yes I have!" You were outraged at the entitled boy's comment. He takes yet another step towards you and places a hand onto your waist, "Prove it?" You let out a shaky breath at his actions, "Not so talkative now, huh?"

He leans in a starts placing open mouthed kisses along your neck, your fingers absentmindedly lace themselves in his hair, you slightly tug on his locks, causing the boy to let out a low groan. His left hand stays on your waist as his right hand trails down to grope your ass, letting out a whimper you knew that you'd fucked up.

But who cares?

It's Yeonjun.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @m1ssluvyoobot @warm-oatmi1k @watamotee33