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Headcanon: Spitting with Super Junior

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I don't have an explanation for this ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it just sort of happened. Whoops, oh well, what a shame.

No Ryeowook, 'cuz he's married.

Leeteuk

Colour this mother hen shocked. Why on earth would you want him to spit on you? But then… if it comes up organically, perhaps in the form of a strand of saliva linking your lips after a particularly ardent kiss… he’ll be curious enough to try it. Nothing too hardcore, he’s definitely not going to spit in your eye, probably a good thing that doesn’t sound too sexy but his lips do look luscious when he lets you treat your tongue like a lipgloss. So lick away and be prepared for some very messy (borderline feral) making out. His mouth isn’t the only thing that’s going to end up soaked.

Heechul

You would have to be out of your motherfucking mind to think this would go well. No.

Yesung

Okay I’m just going to say it. Yesung is filth. It doesn’t always have to be kinky fun times, vanilla is always available and on the table. Yesung is an excellent lay either way. But… my question is, why? Why would you pass up a chance on the spicy stuff? He’ll pin you down, or tie you up, get you in whatever position that you’re most comfortable with, and then he is going to go to town. He’s going to soak your skin, mouthing you all over until it looks like you’ve been swimming. He’ll spit hard if you ask him to, but he’s just as happy to let his drool and gravity work it out between themselves. And when he’s finally fucking you, leaning back with your legs wrapped around his waist so he can watch your whole body stutter on his cock, he’s going to look you in the eyes while he lets his spit drip from his perfect mouth directly onto your already-overstimulated clit. And, even better, he’s a switch. He’s more than happy to spend all his attention on you, but if you take charge… it is going to get messy. Good thing he’s got an excellent recovery rate.

Shindong

I can’t see him being into this. I’m not saying Shindong isn’t kinky or maybe I am, I just can’t see him enjoying this. Maybe it’s because he’s often cited as one of the unattractive members of SuJu, and I’m not gonna take on K-beauty standards here, but I am saying he deserves to be treated like the king he is. So no spitting on Shindong please. (Unless I’m completely wrong on this and you experience the fangirl fever dream of actually meeting him/winding up in his bed, and he asks you to spit on him. In which case, my bad).

Eunhyuk

Oh yeah, Eunhyuk is definitely into this. The merest suggestion of spit puts him straight on the “Ohgodyes” train “Fuckmenowville”. So lick the shell of his ear in public, maybe disguise it as a kiss when you are having a meal together with the whole team, and reap the benefits when you get home. Those benefits including: being thrown against a wall as soon as the door closes, getting your clothes ripped off, and swapping spit for the next two hours while getting railed in every position Eunhyuk can think of. And he's a creative guy so... lucky you.

Siwon

Generally, no. I think he’d find it too disrespectful to you. And he’d just be confused if you spat on him. He might even get mad about it, once he gets over the shock. But then again… if you can get him really riled up, maybe by teasing him relentlessly when you have to be in public all day… You don’t even need to touch him (in fact, it’s better if you don’t). Just keep catching his eye. Keep your fingers near your mouth, rest your hand on your chin, tap your lips thoughtfully (but give him bedroom eyes). Make an exaggerated show of licking your lips with your mouth open just enough to stretch it around his dick… yeah, that could distract him enough that he’d fumble his words mid sentence. And if you manage to make that happen while he’s doing an interview… you better be prepared for Dark Siwon™ to make an appearance. And Dark Siwon™ has no limits.

Donghae

If you can get him to spit on you, he’s going to try so hard to stay serious. Think missionary, him resting on his elbows above you, letting his spit drip into your mouth. Yeah, he’s gonna manage that for about five seconds before bursting into giggles and hiding his face in your neck. He’ll get better with practice, if you want him to. Once he’s used to it, if he’s feeling particularly submissive… he’s too shy to ask for it outright, but you can coax the request out of him. You’ve gotta be gentle though, no heavy degradation this is not Yesung we’re talking about. So tie him up with something soft (think dressing gown belt, or even a twisted up bedsheet), straddle his waist, and let your drool drop onto his face. Make sure you tell him how good he’s doing and how much you love him, because there will be tears. The kind that comes with a raging boner and lots of little hip thrusts, trying to find some kind of release. (Your aftercare better be top notch, or I will come for you, and they’ll be finding bits of you for months.)

Kyuhyun

Absolutely not. No. The only time spit gets involved with Kyuhyun is when he’s desperate for sex and you only have ten minutes, so he needs to slick up quick. It is really hot though, the way he spits into his hand and coats his cock before shoving it in you, with none of his usual teasing or taunting. Definitely worth getting him all riled up before a schedule or a show. Bring out his needy wild side once in a while, and cum so hard you see stars.

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Fading Footsteps

Characters: Yesung x Reader Synopsis: Cold winter winds may erase the warmth of our love, but the echo of fading footsteps will forever linger, reminding us of the beauty we once shared.

A/N: it's my first time writing a kpop x reader fanfic, so be nice haha. feel free to let me know what you think of the story too. :D

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As the wind whispered through the streets of Seoul, a sense of melancholy filled the air, matching the weight that rested upon your heart. You sat alone at the familiar corner table of your favorite cafe, the place that held countless memories of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different—tinged with both nostalgia and an impending farewell.

You traced your fingers over the rim of your untouched cup, your mind drifting back to the early days when your love was vibrant and hopeful. Yesung, the one who had once ignited your soul, had become a distant presence in your life. The road you had traveled together had grown increasingly treacherous, filled with bumps and bruises that left wounds in your once unbreakable bond.

Though Yesung believed in the enduring strength of your love, you could no longer find solace in the promises you had made. The flames that once burned passionately had dwindled, leaving behind only fading embers. The realization pierced your heart, for you knew that it was time to release the grip that held you together and set each other free.

Tonight was the night you would confront Yesung, your fates intertwining one final time before parting ways. The thought of severing the ties that had bound you for years was both terrifying and liberating. With every passing moment, your determination solidified, and your resolve grew stronger like the snowflakes threatening to fall outside the window.

Yesung was away, lost in the rhythm of a neighboring city's music festival, unaware of the storm brewing within you. He had promised to join you as soon as his last performance concluded, unknowingly stepping into the final act of your tragic love story.

As the minutes ticked by, your mind wandered between the echoes of memories and the anticipation of what lay ahead. You knew that tonight would change your lives irrevocably, leaving scars that may never fully heal. But you also held onto a glimmer of hope, believing that this painful ending would pave the way for a new beginning—a chance for both of you to find happiness on separate paths.

With each passing second, the weight of the decision grew heavier, yet you steeled yourself, ready to face the inevitable. You would bid farewell to the warmth of your shared memories, embracing the cold reality of a future without Yesung by your side.

Tonight, as the snow threatened to fall upon the city of Seoul, you braced yourself for the final chapter of your love story—a chapter that would forever alter the course of your lives. And in the silence of the cafe, you whispered your goodbyes, both to the man you had loved and to the person you used to be.

As tears welled up in your eyes, a bittersweet montage of memories played like a film reel in your mind. Each scene flickered before you, capturing the happiest moments you and Yesung had shared, intertwined with the painful fragments that had chipped away at your love.

You saw yourselves dancing under the moonlight, laughing, and spinning in each other's arms. The sound of Yesung's laughter echoed in your ears, his voice like a soothing melody that once filled your world with joy. But the image quickly shifted, morphing into the arguments that had grown more frequent; the words exchanged were like daggers, piercing deep into your hearts.

There were nights when you curled up together, seeking refuge in each other's warmth and finding solace in whispered promises of forever. The tenderness of Yesung's touch lingered on your skin, igniting a fire that burned passionately. But those moments gave way to the coldness of silent resentment, when affection turned into indifference and every touch felt hollow, devoid of the love it once carried.

You recalled the adventures you embarked on, exploring new places hand in hand with hearts full of excitement and wonder. The world seemed brighter and more vibrant in each other's company. But the scenes blurred into the nights you spent apart, waiting anxiously for Yesung's return and feeling the distance between you grow wider with each passing day.

Amidst the memories of laughter and tears, whispers of "I love you" filled the air. The warmth of those words enveloped you, reminding you of the deep connection you had once shared. But those echoes were overshadowed by the harsh reality of hurtful exchanges, where the love that once bound you had become entangled in resentment and unspoken frustrations.

As the montage reached its crescendo, the weight of it all bore down on your fragile heart. The love you held for Yesung was undeniable, but love alone could no longer sustain the toxicity that had seeped into your relationship. Despite your resolve to end things, the pain was still searing, tearing through the remnants of a love that had slowly crumbled.

In the solitude of the cafe, your emotions broke free, with tears streaming down your face as the floodgates of heartbreak opened wide. It was a cathartic release, a cleansing of the wounds that ran deep, a mixture of sorrow for what was lost and relief for what might lie ahead.

The snowflakes continued to fall gracefully upon the city of Seoul, casting a serene blanket of white upon the bustling streets. Amidst the wintry beauty, you sat alone at the cafe, your gaze fixed on the picturesque scene before you. The city's ethereal charm, once captivating and enchanting, now serves as a painful reminder of the stark contrast within your heart.

An hour had passed since your arrival, and though your tears had ceased, traces of your sorrow lingered in your reddened eyes and the occasional quiver of your breath. As you watched the snow dance and settle, you couldn't help but resent its beauty, for it seemed to mock the tumultuous emotions swirling within you.

How could something so tranquil exist when your own world felt shattered?

Lost in your thoughts, you battled with conflicting emotions. Doubt crept into your mind, tempting you to reconsider your decision. The weight of what lay ahead bore down upon you, causing another wave of tears to well up. The empathetic gazes of strangers lingered upon you, their unspoken understanding a poignant reminder that pain and heartbreak were universal experiences.

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged through the snowy haze. Yesung, still adorned in his stage outfit and remnants of stage makeup, approached with a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the wintry night. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, a bittersweet mix of love and sadness flooding your being. This was the moment you had been dreading—the moment when you would shatter Yesung's joy with your painful truth.

Your gaze met his, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of your shared memories, both blissful and agonizing, enveloped you. Yesung's smile faltered ever so slightly, as if sensing the heaviness in the air. You could see the confusion and concern etched on his face—an unspoken question hanging between you.

In that frozen moment, you knew you couldn't turn back. This was the right decision, however heartbreaking it may be. With a deep breath and a resolve fortified by love and self-preservation, you steeled yourself for the conversation that would forever alter your lives.

The snow continued to fall, and your meeting point was a stark juxtaposition of beauty and pain. Yesung and you stood on the precipice of an ending, your paths diverging in the bitter cold of the winter night. The weight of your unspoken farewell lingered, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of your next steps.

This scene encapsulated the ache in your heart and the profound contrast between your heavy emotions and Yesung's radiant facade. It served as a poignant reminder that sometimes, even in the most picturesque moments, beauty can mask profound sorrow.

As the hours passed, you made a conscious decision to bury your inner turmoil and immerse yourself in a facade of normalcy. Sitting across from Yesung in the familiar confines of the cafe, you put on a brave face, determined to cherish these last moments of blissful ignorance.

You smiled at him, your eyes filled with warmth and genuine affection. "How was your performance? I bet you were amazing as always."

Yesung's face lit up at your words, his excitement evident. "Ah, it was crazy, I tell you! The energy from the crowd was electrifying. I couldn't have asked for a better audience."

You chuckled softly, your heart aching at his genuine enthusiasm. "You always know how to captivate the crowd. You're a true artist."

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Well, I always give my all on stage. It's where I feel most alive, and I'm glad I can share that with the fans."

As you gazed into his eyes, you couldn't help but see the passion and dedication that fueled his performances. Kanghoon was not just an entertainer but a charismatic artist, with a soul that poured into every note and lyric.

He reached across the table, his fingers gently grazing yours. "And how was your day? Did anything interesting happen?"

You took a moment to compose yourself, your voice steady as you replied, "Just the usual. Work, errands, and the mundane But being here with you makes every day extraordinary."

Yesung's smile widened, his eyes shining with adoration. "You have a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary, my love. Your presence brings so much joy to my life."

You couldn't help but be swept away by his charm and the sincerity in his words. It was moments like these that made you question your decision and doubt if you could really walk away from this love that had once been everything.

But deep down, you knew that love alone couldn't fix the cracks that had formed in your relationship. The battles, the pain, the toxic cycle you found yourselves trapped in—it was taking its toll on both of you.

For now, you chose to embrace the fleeting moments of tenderness, basking in the warmth of Yesung's company and the echoes of what once was. In this fragile bubble of normalcy, you held onto the illusion of unbroken love even as the weight of reality threatened to shatter it.

The cafe embraced your whispered conversations and laughter, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within you. As the night wore on, you couldn't help but wonder if this fragile respite was the calm before the storm, the final chapter of a love story reaching its heartbreaking conclusion.

But for now, you held Kanghoon's hand, cherishing the moments that slipped through your fingers like sand, knowing that the hardest part was yet to come.

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As you walked along the illuminated path by the Hangang River, the vibrant rainbow lights casting a mesmerizing glow, you felt a lump form in your throat. The time had come to confront the truth and lay bare your heart.

With a deep breath, you suddenly halted, your hand gently grabbing his arm. He turned to you, surprise etched across his face, but that quickly transformed into anticipation as you leaned in for a passionate kiss. It was a rare display of public affection, a momentary defiance against the constraints that bound you both.

The kiss lingered, filled with longing and bittersweet intensity. Yesung's heart raced, his thoughts consumed by the rush of emotions flooding through him. But just as he began to lose himself in the connection, you pulled away, your tear-stained face a stark contrast to the moment you had just shared.

He looked at you, concern and confusion mingling in his eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

You took a shaky breath, searching for the right words amidst the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. "Kanghoon-ah, my love, do you remember that night when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago now, doesn't it?"

Yesung's brows furrowed, and his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Of course I remember. It was a magical night that changed our lives. I can never forget it even if I tried."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you recalled the memories that shaped your relationship—the highs and lows that led you to this moment. "Yes, it was magical. But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of the magic, didn't we? We let it slip through our fingers, and now... now it feels like we're holding onto something that's already broken."

His expression shifted, realization dawning upon him. "Are you... Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

You nodded, your voice trembling with sorrow. "I've tried, Kanghoon-ah. I've tried to salvage what we had, to ignore the pain, and to fight for us. But I can't anymore. We've become tangled in a web of hurt and misunderstandings. I don't want our love to be a battlefield, where every step we take is filled with landmines waiting to explode."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, desperate to hold onto what was slipping away. "Please, my love. Don't give up on us. We can work through this. I'll change; I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Your voice quivered as you struggled to find the strength to let go. "Oh, Kanghoon, it's not about changing who we are. It's about accepting that sometimes love isn't enough. We've tried, and it hurts me more than words can express to say this, but it's time for us to find our own paths, to heal and grow separately."

His eyes pleaded with you, filled with a mix of desperation and determination. "But I love you more than anything. Can't we find a way back to each other?"

You hugged yourself, your body shaking with silent sobs. "Love is a powerful force, Kanghoon-ah, but it's not always enough. Sometimes, we need more than love. We need understanding, trust, and the ability to make each other truly happy. And right now, I can't honestly say that we have all those things."

Yesung's voice cracked as he reached out, his fingers intertwined with yours. "Please, don't leave me. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Through your tears, you whispered, "I never wanted to hurt you, Kanghoon-ah. But I can't keep hurting myself either. We need to let each other go, so we can find happiness in our own separate ways."

As the silence stretched between them, the weight of their unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. Yesung's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions, unsure of how to respond to your impending farewell. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, yet he knew deep down that your happiness mattered above all else.

Finally, breaking the silence, your voice trembled as you found the courage to speak. "Thank you, Kanghoon-ah, for everything. I'll always cherish the moments we shared together, from the simplest gestures to the grandest adventures. You gave me a glimpse of a world I never thought I'd be a part of. For that, I'm eternally grateful."

Tears streamed down your face as you continued, your voice laced with both sorrow and determination. "I'll miss you more than words can express. There may come a time when I'll regret this decision, and my heart might ache for what we've lost. But right now, I truly believe that this is the best choice for both of us. We deserve to find happiness, even if it means walking separate paths."

Yesung's eyes mirrored your pain as he desperately searched for a way to change your mind. "Please, give us another chance. I can fix our relationship; I know we can. We've been through so much together, and I still believe in us," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation.

But your decision was final, and you shook your head, your voice firm yet filled with sadness. "I appreciate your love and willingness to try, Yesung, but we've reached a point where it's best for both of us to move on. You deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with me. Open your heart to new possibilities and allow yourself to be happy."

Tears welled up in Yesung's eyes as he realized the depth of your resolve. "I... I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll respect your decision. But please know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart. The memories we created together will forever be cherished."

The bittersweetness of your conversation hung in the frosty air, a testament to the depth of your connection and the difficulty of your parting. You stood there, facing the uncertainty of the future, knowing that your lives would forever be intertwined, even as you walked separate paths.

With a heavy heart, Yesung made a request. "Walk away first, please. Give me some time before I turn around. I want to remember you as you are, before you fade away."

And so, you obliged, taking slow steps backward until you were out of his sight. As Yesung turned around, tears continued to flow down his face, his heart shattering with each passing moment. He gazed in the direction you had gone, knowing that this marked the definitive end of your relationship.

In a broken voice, Yesung cursed under his breath, the words lacking the sting they once held. "Damn you for hurting me like this," he whispered. Deep down, he knew that his love for you would never waver, even in the face of heartbreak.

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content warnings: little bit of angst, misunderstandings, implied one night stand (non-explicit), some stupidity, fluff.

sound track: It's Complicated, There She Goes Again, Beautiful Paradox (all by Yesung) (basically the whole mini album but these three especially)

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sorry it took me so long, everything I've written recently turned out smutty and I wanted this to be... not smutty. it turned out longer than I meant it to, almost 3x Leeteuk's version 🤦‍♀️

I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait :) let me know okay?

First Kisses with Super Junior: Yesung

Curled up on the sofa together, you wonder how much longer this can last.

Yesung has been your best friend forever. Ever since kindergarten, when a boy stole the toy truck you were playing with. You hadn’t ever spoken to the other boy, the quiet one with the dark eyes who everyone was a little afraid of. But he went up to the thief and told him to give it back. 

He didn’t hit him or even push him. He just stared at him, until the other kid was so freaked out he gave the toy back to you. Not saying anything, Yesung just sat down next to you. Even though you were still a little scared of him, you thanked him and smiled shyly.

Then it happened. Yesung smiled at you. It lit up the room, and you were smitten. 

You'd been inseparable ever since. Through thick and thin. Through awkward phases and terrible fashion choices, through bouts of teenage angst and heartbreak.

He had punched a boy for you in the end. You first boyfriend, after he’d dumped you the day before senior prom. As much as it stung seeing him posing for pictures as prom king, with the girl he cheated on you with, the black eye Yesung had given him definitely lifted your spirits a little.

Even when he became a trainee at SM, he still made time for you with video chats and voice notes. It’d been hard but you made it work. At least you were both still in Seoul.

Of course, him debuting as an idol had complicated things a little. Like that time Dispatch had published some blurry photos of the two of you at a restaurant. 

It had been slightly hilarious at first, but then stressful when SM got involved and there had to be official statements. They’re childhood friends, nothing more. While it was true, it still stung a little bit.

The company had “advised” Yesung to keep his distance for a little while. Yesung said of course he would, he didn’t want to cause the company any stress.

He called you five minutes after the meeting, making sure you were still good for your planned movie night that evening.

When his managers realised there was no separating the two of you, they decided it only made sense for you to join the company too. Obviously not as an idol, you made it very clear you had no stage-based aspirations (and you had all the singing talents of a desert rain frog). 

So one of them took you on as his personal assistant, a job it turned out you were naturally very good at. You liked keeping things organised, you had an excellent memory, you liked the freedom of leaving the office to run errands. 

And on a slightly stalker-ish note it was nice to know where Yesung was and what he was doing.

Okay, that did sound awful. But you were both so busy (it wasn’t just Yesung’s schedule you were managing, and Leeteuk was a flighty tart), sometimes it would be weeks before you could see each other outside of work. Overcrowded work schedules aside, you both had your own private lives now. Adulting is annoying like that.

But even then, when you did finally get your Yesung time, it was just like it always was. Cozy on the couch, candles on the table, movie on in the background. Talking about all the things you couldn’t discuss at work. Chatting about how your parents were doing, bitching about your boss’s annoying new girlfriend. Ruminating on Donghae’s obsession with stupid fucking hats.

There was only one subject you didn’t talk about. The reason soon you wouldn’t, couldn’t be curled up on the couch any more. 

Everybody knew Yesung was in a relationship. A long term girlfriend, who he’d never mentioned to you, never introduced. Your heart had shattered like a glass teacup when you heard the other assistants gossiping about it at work. Of course they’d asked you if you knew who the lucky lady was, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

Those sparkles fizzled out quickly when you told them you had no idea, the honesty clear on your face.

We always thought it would be you…

Secretly, yeah, you did too. 

Maybe if you’d stayed, maybe if you’d talked about it like adults. Maybe if you hadn’t run away like a little bitch. 

You tried to live your life in a way that had no space for regrets. But. There’s always an exception to the rules, and sometimes, often late at night… you ached to go back in time and change that morning. Just to stay asleep in his arms, and figure it out together.

It had happened two years ago, after your last -and particularly brutal- break up. Another cheater. You certainly had a type. This one tried to justify his actions by accusing you of sleeping with Yesung. You’d tried to explain, with that same phrase that had haunted your friendship all this time. We’re just childhood friends. 

Even after all these years, even while you were looking in the face of someone who was supposed to love you, those words tasted bitter. And apparently that showed on your face, because your ex’s last words were like a punch in the gut.

But you want more, don’t you? You love him. And if you’re not lying, and you’re really not fucking him behind my back, good. Because that means he doesn’t love you back. 

For the first time, you didn’t call Yesung immediately after that break up. How could you? You knew your ex’s words were true. But it still sucked to be confronted with them. It was like having your heart broken twice, simultaneously. 

You’d been a mess, four glasses of wine deep when Yesung turned up at your apartment. All the alcohol renders the memories a little fuzzy, but you remember the way he looked. Standing too close, looking down at you with dark eyes. Almost angry.

You’re not sure how it happened, but you remember how soft his lips were when he kissed you. Or, more likely, when you’d kissed him. You don’t remember it too clearly. 

But you do remember him pinning you up against the wall, smashing your mouths together like he wanted to devour you. Kissing you like a man starved. Mumbling beautiful things about how he’d been waiting for so long, how it was always you, why didn’t you tell him you felt the same way…

Yeah, you’re not entirely sure how much of that really happened. It’s difficult to separate fantasy and fact when a lifetime’s worth of daydreams gets mixed up with actual memories. 

Other than being able to remember what actually happened, your biggest wish is that you could go back in time and change that morning after. 

You would've stayed where you woke up, curled up on Yesung’s chest with his arms around you. You would've talked it out, figured out what happens next. Been brave and faced your feelings, learnt how he really felt about you. 

And maybe, just maybe…

But that's not what happened. You woke up in his arms alright, with him mumbling your name and something that sounded a lot like “I love you” (realistically you know that one’s gotta have been a fantasy, but you’re going to let your blurry brain remember it anyway). 

You woke up to everything you'd ever wanted. And you ran away like a coward.

Well, you quietly and quickly collected your things, scribbled some note about needing to get to work early. And then you ran away like a coward. 

Sneaking out your own apartment was a strange experience. Almost as strange as sitting at the communal desk at work, dreading Yesung’s impending arrival. For once grateful for the mountain of paperwork in front of you and how it gave you an excuse not to look up when he finally came in.

You had that moment of intense panic, feeling shy and stupid and tongue-tied for the first time in your whole friendship. 

But Yesung just placed a coffee (from your favourite takeaway place that was no where near your apartment and he would’ve had to make a big detour for) in front of you, ruffled your hair, and sat down next to you. Just like every other day.

You never spoke about what happened, but after that, your friendship always felt like a little bit of a grey area. 

Like now, with you both curled up on the couch. Yesung in the corner, one arm propped up on the arm to read his book, the other slung over the back of the sofa, almost around your shoulders. You, resting against his side, the heat of his body pressed against yours making you tingle. Playing games on your phone to distract you, wreaking avian vengeance on nuclear green pigs as some movie played in the background.

You’d always done this. You could and frequently did spend hours in silence, just like this. Falling asleep on each other. You didn’t have enough fingers between the two of you to count the amount of times you’d woken up to find yourself wrapped up in a blanket with his head resting on yours, dozing.

But you just can’t relax tonight, not after what you’d heard at work. 

You tried not to pay attention to the gossip always flying around, it’s inescapable in the idol business after all. But today, there was only one rumour on everyone’s lips.

Someone, somewhere, had heard that Yesung was going to propose soon.

Even if it was just a rumour, it still stung. No, that’s a lie, it stabbed. You might look like you were standing by the water cooler, nodding along las if you already knew it all. But really, you were bleeding out from a gaping chest wound, lying on the floor like a fainted fairytale princess. 

A fainted fairytale princess with no Prince Charming coming to save her, because Yesung was proposing to someone else.

And yet. Here you were, cuddled up on the couch like it’s just a regular Thursday. 

You may not know who the hell his soon-to-be fiancé is, but you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t be happy about the way Yesung is absent-mindedly playing with your hair. Especially when all you can think about is grabbing him and kissing him, making him see that it should be you instead. 

He should be with you. He should be proposing. The two of you should be together, riding off into the sunset on a motorcycle while some epic, end-of-the-movie, they-finally-ended-up-together music drowns out every other sound.

But no, you’re not that kind of girl. So you swallow your feelings like you want to swallow his tongue, and face the truth. 

Yesung is going to propose to his girlfriend.

You should probably talk about it.

“We should probably talk about it.”

“Mmm…?” Yesung sounds sleepy, stifling a yawn as he pulls you in for a one-armed cuddle. “Lemme finish this paragraph.”

Usually that would be fine, everyone knows how irritating it is to be interrupted mid-chapter. But if you don’t have this conversation right now, you might lose your nerve. And then… who knows. You need to know where you stand here.

“Aren’t you going to propose?” 

You didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but hey. Might as well get straight to the point. Rip the bandaid off. Stab yourself in the chest and hope the blood doesn’t stain the carpet.

Yesung drops his book, his arm flinching away from you like a man burned, breaking the cuddle as he stares at you with eyes full of shock and… confusion?

“You’re proposing right?” You’re proud of your voice for holding out, for not breaking the way your heart is.

“…how’d you find out?” The words are almost a whisper, and you weren’t imagining it. He, confusingly, looks confused.

“Everyone was talking about it at work. Relentlessly.”

Yesung doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t deny, or confirm, just looks at you with those big dark eyes that have had a hold on your heart since you were six years old, before reaching into his pocket. Cautiously pulling out a ring box and handing it to you for inspection.

You don’t want to do it, you don’t want to see it, but your body is not listening to your brain and your fingers are already opening it. 

And there it is. Your favourite stone, in your favourite setting, glimmering up at you like it hasn’t just ripped your heart out of your chest and spat on it. 

It’s your dream ring, the one you’d described to him when you were teenagers pledging to get married if you were both unmarried by 30. Obviously his career had derailed those plans, but he’d still remembered your description. This is your ring.

He’s going to give your ring to someone else.

“This isn't how I meant to do this…” Yesung looks… embarrassed? Slightly desperate? 

Probably hoping you’re not about to rip his arms right off, because that is your ring in that box, and he’s giving it away to some bitch who doesn’t know he’s scared of microwaves because one time you dared him to put half a grape in on full power and it exploded into a burning ball of plasma.

“This is my ring.” You sound angry.

“Yes?” Yesung sounds confused.

“This is my dream ring.” You are angry.

“It is?” Yesung is definitely confused.

“And you're giving it to someone else?!” You didn’t shout, but you might’ve torn a vocal cord. 

“…why would I do that?” Yesung genuinely looks confused, and a little bit hurt.

“But.. your girlfriend…” You barely believe what’s happening. You’re trying to connect the dots, but all your thoughts being muffled by hope, fluttering around in your skull like a very confused pigeon. “Yesung… who is your girlfriend?”

“You?” Yesung is staring at you like you’ve grown a second head, and that second head is singing sea shanties in Swedish at him.  And frankly, you might have. Because the world is not making sense right now.

“…what?” Nope, you’re definitely not speaking Swedish.

“We’re not dating?” 

“What?” Yesung looks as confused as you feel. But considerably less outraged.

“After that night… I thought…” That night? That night? The one you’ve spent the last two years wishing you could go back and change, confessing your feelings and imagining he felt the same way. Wishing you guys had talked it out and maybe… maybe… Yesung has been feeling the same thing all this time?

“It has been literal years.” 

“Yes.” 

“We never talked about it.”

“I didn’t think we had to?” He says it like it’s obvious.

“We haven’t done anything. We haven’t gone on dates.”

“…but all our movie nights…”  You’re not sure why you’re arguing. Are you arguing? You’re so confused.

“We haven’t kissed…” That was supposed to be an inside thought. Yesung is… blushing?

“I didn’t want to pressure you.”  Yesung is blushing. “As long as I’m around you, I’m content.”

Somehow, your brain hasn’t exploded. Your heart is intact, even if it’s beating fast enough to bruise your ribcage. Yesung is content around you. Because Yesung thinks you’re dating. Yesung thinks you’re dating. You’d pinch yourself, if you hadn’t just had a better idea of checking that you’re not dreaming.

“…don’t you want to?”

If actions speak louder than words, Yesung is shouting.

Except Yesung isn’t shouting. He’s kissing. 

He’s kissing you, and it’s even better than you’ve ever imagined. And you’ve imagined it a lot. Imagined how easy it would be, from the way you curl up together on the couch, how easily Yesung could tilt your chin if you turned just so and…

And he does, cupping your face with his hands as he presses your mouths together. Pulling you close, holding you so carefully like you’re made of glass and could break at any second. 

“I’ve wanted to do that every day since I woke up without you.” Yesung’s eyes have always been intense, but more so than ever right now. “I think about kissing you every day. All the time. It’s my first thought in the morning, and my last one at night.”

” You’re a little breathless, and all you want is his lips back on yours but you’ve gotta know.

“..why didn’t you?” 

“I didn’t want to pressure you. All of your other boyfriends have been assholes, I wanted to treat you better. I’d do anything for you…” Yesung is blushing. 

But more importantly, his mouth is within kissing distance.

“Kiss me.”

And kiss you he does, wrapping you up in his arms and twining his fingers in your hair. Whispering your name against your lips, telling you how much he loves you. How he’s always loved you. How he’s always loved you, and he always will love you. The sun could explode and the world could end and he’d still love you.

It’s not technically your first kiss. But it’s the first kiss of your future…

"Wait, did we skip dating and go straight to marriage?" "Seems like it."

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[sooniessoulmate]

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕

𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝟙

𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖 (𝔼𝕩 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤) - 𝕐/ℕ'𝕤 "𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪" - ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤 :

ℙ. 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕠𝕠 - ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕠𝕠 𝕚𝕤 𝕐/ℕ’𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕐/ℕ’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙. 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕠𝕠’𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐/ℕ’𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣����𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣.

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕦𝕜 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕜 𝕚𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕠𝕠’𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝. 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣, 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕥 𝕐/ℕ 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦��𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣, 𝕐/ℕ 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣.

ℍ𝔼𝔼ℂℍ𝕌𝕃 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕛𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕔𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥. 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕝 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕠𝕣.

𝕂𝕚𝕄 𝕂𝕒ℕ𝕘ℍ𝕠𝕆𝕟 - 𝕂𝕚𝕞 𝕂𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕐𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕟. ℍ𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔.

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝟙 & 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕊ℍ𝕀ℕ𝔻𝕆ℕ𝔾 - 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥����. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕧𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕖. 𝕐/ℕ 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕚�� 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕤𝕖𝕥.

𝔼𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕜 - 𝕃𝕖𝕖 ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕜𝕛𝕒𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕩 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕠𝕠𝕫𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕒𝕟'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝔼𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕/𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕓𝕠𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕕𝕝𝕪. 𝕐/ℕ 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕒 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕜 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕.

ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕚 𝕊𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕟 - 𝕊𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕟, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕐/ℕ’𝕤 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪. ℍ𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕖𝕗𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕪 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕖𝕣. 𝕊𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕓𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕙.

𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕒𝕖 - 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕒𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟, 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕪, 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕗𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕜. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕓𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖’𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕜, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕪 𝕓𝕖, 𝕙𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕜 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝔻&𝔼 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕝. 𝔻𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕒𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕐/ℕ 𝕤𝕠 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕜 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕨, 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

𝕂𝕀𝕄 ℝ𝕐𝔼𝕆𝕎𝕆𝕆𝕂 - ℝ𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕐/ℕ 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ℍ𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕. ℝ𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕐/ℕ 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣. ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟’𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕒 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕕 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖.

𝕔𝕙𝕠 𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 - 𝕂𝕪𝕦𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝. ℍ𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤. ℍ𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝, 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕒 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔. ℍ𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕚𝕨𝕠𝕟. 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕂𝕪𝕦𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕓𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕙𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕖’𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕐/ℕ 𝕠𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣.

𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣 | 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 | 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝟙

[muselin]

Can I request a Super Junior wild card where the female reader shyly ask to try light bondage? (This is an established relationship, ofc).

Thank you! ☺️

Super Junior wildcards - light bondage

Who: Super Junior x reader

What: smutty 💋 but not too much 🔞⛔️ i put a bit of a spin on this to make it different to a reactions type post. reader asking to try light bondage in the moment and SuJu being creative, established relationships

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Leeteuk

His lips were trailing down your neck and he didn't notice you rummaging in the drawer of the bedside table.

"Can you... can we try these now?"

Leeteuk raised up off of you to see what you were referring to, his lips parting when he saw the handcuffs in your hand. He glanced at you briefly, then took them from you and cuffed one of your wrists to the bedframe, then the other. He placed his hands over your wrists, feeling the cool metal securely restraining you. He nudged your thighs further apart with his knee and lowered himself over you again. His lips resumed their trail of kisses over your neck as he pressed his erection against your crotch through your clothes, grinding his hips into yours.

Heechul

"What?"

You hesitated to answer Heechul, merely remaining by his side catching your breath after he'd just worked you up to a fast, hard orgasm.

"Whaaaat? What are you thinking about? Are you just gonna stare at me all night?" He asked again.

"What if... What if we did the same thing but I wasn't allowed to move?"

Heechul grinned at you, cocking his head to the side.

"Now we're talking! Let's see..."

He looked around and picked up your discarded sweater, swiftly tying your wrists behind you with the sleeves, then laid down between your legs again and dragged his tongue along your soaking slit. Your back arched clear off the bed but your hands were bound behind you, you couldn't bury your fingers in Heechul's hair like you wanted to and a low whine bubbled in your throat.

"It was your idea, darling," Heechul taunted as he slipped two fingers into your heat. "Now take it."

Yesung

"Fuck..." Yesung's husky growl in your ear made you clench your hands over the edge of the counter tighter. He fucked into you roughly from behind, one hand pressing down against your back to keep you arched and spread open for him. You reached behind you, searching for his hands to hold and he grabbed your wrists in one hand, holding them tight as he pulled on your arms for leverage to drive himself deeper into you.

Your moans grew louder and your turned to look at him, the desperation in your eyes not going unnoticed. He smiled wickedly, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he reached across to the table where the pretty gift box with the custom-made champagne bottle engraved with your anniversary date rested. Yesung yanked the satin ribbon from under the box and raised it up, making sure you saw it as he raised his eyebrows in a question.

Your frantic nod encouraged him and he made quick work of tying several knots and a bow around your wrists behind your back, now pulling on the ends of the ribbon to draw your hips back onto his cock.

Shindong

His hands were trailing over your waist, getting you excited in the early hours of the morning. You turned around in his arms and met his smiling face. As Shindong kissed down your chest you drew your hands together in front of you, making a cute, questioning noise.

You'd talked about this before and Shindong's smile grew wider.

"Now? You want to try it now?"

You nodded, biting your lip for good measure. He chuckled, the low noise reverberating in your chest.

"Naughty naughty," he teased as he got off the bed and tugged the velcro straps off of his camera case in the corner. He hopped back into bed and straddled you, pinning you down and grabbing your hands. He criss-crossed the strap around your back, securing your hands and forearms together at your front. You gasped when he suddenly rolled you over, placing you atop him with your crotch right over his cock.

"Let's see how well you can ride me like this."

Eunhyuk

There was no one left in the practice room, thankfully, and no one to see the way your breaths were steaming up the mirror. Hyukjae's hands were everywhere, one buried in your pants cupping your heat, the other grabbing at your chest under your shirt. He turned you around to face the mirror, your disheveled reflections greeting you.

"We don't have long, the next group might arrive early," he panted in your ear as he was tugging your pants down to your thighs and pulling down his sweats.

You met his eyes in the mirror.

"I want... I want you to tie me up," you blurted out, your face heating up as you turned away, too shy to see his response.

"Right now?" His voice was gentle, a little playful. You nodded.

"I don't have anything we could use... Oh wait a minute," he took the bandana off from around his wrist and twisted it into a straight, rope-like piece. He leaned over you, hooded eyes watching your face through the mirror as he tied your hands behind your back. You moaned as you felt him line up his cock with your entrance and push in, using your wrists as leverage.

"You'll need to be very, very quiet," he teased as he bottomed out, grip tightening on your wrists.

Siwon

The food you had lovingly prepared was getting cold but you didn't care, not when Siwon was kissing you so passionately and pressing you against the kitchen counter. He'd got you out of your shirt already and shrugged off his suit jacket when he reached up, tugging on his tie to loosen it.

"Mmmm, Siwon... Do you think that would look good on me?"

He pulled the tie off, smiling against your lips.

"You want to wear my tie? It would look lovely on you."

But the way you looked up at him through your lashes told him you had different ideas. Siwon studied your face briefly, then picked you up by your thighs, seating you on the counter. He raised your arms up, tying your writs together with his tie and looping it around the door handle of the cabinet above you.

"Guess I have you at my mercy now, don't I? You need to be good for me."

His dimpled smile was devilish as he ducked down, tongue and teeth teasing over your nipples.

Donghae

"Oh god," he moaned as he tugged roughly on your clothes, lips never leaving yours. Thank goodness there was no one around where he'd parked, you thought when you found yourself practically naked in the back of Donghae's car.

You were straddling him but you were craving something else.

"Use me," you whined, grinding on his lap. He sucked in a breath, warm hands gripping onto your bare thighs. "Donghae... I want to be restrained," you said quietly, shyly, and something melted in his chest. He kissed you hungrily then guided you off his lap and on all fours across the backseat. He pulled out the seatbelt and made loops for your wrists, pulling your hands through and then buckled the seatbelt.

You felt his hands smoothing down your back and the sound of the zip on his jeans being tugged down and your core throbbed. Donghae teased the head of his cock across your folds and you moaned loudly in anticipation, your heart starting to hammer in your chest.

Ryeowook

"Say 'aaah'," Ryeowook teased as he held out a spoonful of the stew he was making for you to taste.

It was delicious but you made a disgusted face just to annoy him.

"Yah! If you're gonna be like that then no dinner for you," he pouted at you.

"But I can still have desert, right?" Your hands slid down the front of his jeans, cupping his cock. Ryeowook's hand with the spoon faltered and he nearly dropped it. You could feel him swelling up beneath your palm.

"Maybe I'll have to punish you first. So disrespectful," he teased. "Naughty hands, distracting the chef."

"Maybe you should tie them up, teach them a lesson," you looked up at him, your expression innocent and mischievous at the same time.

He smiled brightly at you, took off his apron and tied your wrists up with the straps. He then unzipped his jeans, took out his cock and brought your bound hands to it. 

"I'm going to continue cooking and you're going to please me. If you don't do a good job, no dinner for you."

Kyuhyun

You sat on the table in his dressing room, watching him take off his makeup and costume after the musical had finished.

"Don't get dressed just yet," you said quietly as he was unbuckling the belt from the breeches of his costume.

Kyuhyun looked up at you and seeing the expression on your face he went to the door and locked it. He walked over to you and spread your thighs, standing between them. His lips met yours and you felt heat rising in your chest. You pressed yourself against him, breathing harder when his hand trailed down in between your legs, under your waistband. You grabbed his arm instinctively and he pulled back.

"That won't do," he chuckled darkly.

"Well if it won't do, then...," you pulled his belt out of the loops, looking up him pleadingly.

Kyuhyun took note of you, then took his belt from your hands. He pulled your arms behind you, looping and tightening his belt around them. He leaned over you, making you brace yourself on your hands and his fingers returned to tracing beneath your waistband. They trailed lower, meeting softness and dipping into your entrance.

"So wet for me already..."

[kwanisms]

All You Have to Do is Ask - k.jh

summary: your boyfriend ruined dinner

pairing: female reader x yesung

genres/themes: idolverse, established relationship, smut (minors dni), fluff at the end, yesung's real name is Jong-hoon (for those that don't know)

EDIT: I know he changed it (again) to Kang-hoon. I'll change it eventually lol

wc: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, mentions of alcohol, slight praise kink, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (use protection!), creampie, and I'm including this in the warnings: Yesung is an older idol, so if the idea of having sex with someone near 40 bothers you, don't read this lmao I'm like 9 years younger than him so it doesn't bother me to read or write for older idols

a/n: hi, this is my first SuJu smut so pls be gentle. SUPER JUNIOR IS A 2ND GEN KPOP GROUP AND AS SUCH, THEY ARE THE OLDEST GROUP I'M WRITING FOR. IF THEIR AGES BOTHER YOU, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LOL I'M ALMOST 30 SO THEY ARENT MUCH OLDER THAN ME AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GET OFF MY BLOG. We don't accept ageism here. this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. gif isnt mine. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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[21:18]

Ruined. That was the only word for it. Dinner was completely ruined and it was all your boyfriend's fault.

He'd gone out immediately after practice to grab a bottle of wine before coming home to your shared apartment. You had told him you were making your favorite pasta for dinner and were excited for him to try it.

What you hadn't expected was him to come home, bottle of wine in hand only to slam the bottle on the counter and jump you the moment his eyes landed on you.

You should have expected it honestly. You knew your black dress was a little short, barely reaching the middle of your thighs and you can only imagine how frustrated he must have been to immediately start attacking your neck in wet kisses, tongue running over your skin as his hands grabbed the material of your dress in his fists before he pulled you from the stove and turned you against the counter to kiss you properly.

It was only a few moments later he had you bent over the same counter, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off and lying in a mangled mess on the hardwood floor. Your boyfriend stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other holding your dress in a clenched fist as he thrust into you from behind.

You buried your head in your arm, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your sensitive spot. "Fuck," you heard him curse from behind you, voice barely audible of the sound of skin hitting skin filling the kitchen. "Goddamn, baby," he growled.

You glanced over your shoulder, peering back at Yesung, the sight of him losing himself completely sending more heat to your core and your walls clenched around him, spurring him on. You loved when he gave himself over to pleasure entirely.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the quality of his thrusts. It was always quality over quantity with him in everything he did. He preferred to do things right rather than how quickly he could do them.

And that extended into sex with you.

Every angled thrust and slow deep roll of his hips made you see stars from beginning to end. He knew your body. He knew every inch of skin, knew how to tease you, how to draw out the most lewd sounds from you, whether it was with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Your head dropped, a slew of moans and causes falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. Yesung must have felt it in the way your walls convulsed around him as he continued to pound into you, savoring the sight of himself disappearing inside you.

He hadn't planned on fucking you as soon as he got home. The plan was to take a shower while you finished cooking and then join you for a nice home-cooked meal and a glass of wine but when he saw you in that black dress, the short one that barely covered your ass and left your thighs completely exposed, he just couldn't hold back.

Practice had been particularly rough, tensions high amongst him and the other members as they prepared for their comeback. Heechul had been getting on their nerves, making snarky comments from the side whenever someone got the choreography wrong despite him not even dancing with them.

They had ended practice a little earlier than usual because they were all tired, annoyed, and tense. When Yesung had seen your text that you were making him dinner and asked you to pick up a nice bottle of red, he jumped at the chance to finally unwind after the last few days.

He didn't expect that he'd be fucking his frustrations out but you didn't seem to be complaining with how you moaned out his name, his real name, your hands trying to hold onto something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his hips but the smooth surface of the white marble countertops made that entirely impossible, leaving you to the mercy of his grip.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, voice low and husky. You let out a whimper, shaking your head quickly. "N-no," you stammered, your voice shaky. "I swear I d-didn't."

"Why else would you wear something so short?" he asked, giving you a particularly hard thrust, making you cry out. "If not to tease me, then what? Were you expecting someone else to see?" Yesung grunted, ignoring a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. Though he'd cooled off from practice, here he was sweating all over again.

Though he'd much rather be fucking you than stuck in the practice room with eight other men, all as crabby as he was.

"N-no!" you mewled, letting out a gasp when you felt Yesung's hand grab your hair and tug you back, his other hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned over your back. "Did you expect me to bring home the guys?" he murmured in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "N-no, Jong-hoon, I swear," you squeaked out. You heard him hum in your ear, the hand in your hair moving around to the front of your body, pressing against your stomach, pulling you against him as he continued to thrust into you hard and slow.

"So you'd never wear this for any of them?" he asked, holding back a chuckle when you shook your head. "Never. Only f-for you," you whimpered. "You're such a good girl," he cooed, his voice sweet in contrast with the way his hips moved, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me?" he whispered. You nodded quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Hoonie," you moaned, the nickname making him groan as he let go of your chin and wrapped both arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hastily chased his high.

It only took a few more hard thrusts before you toppled over the edge, coming with a cry of his name, walls squeezing around his cock as his thrusts turned sloppy. "M'gonna come, baby," he mumbled, lips brushing against your skin.

"Then come for me," you answered, voice still shaky. "Come inside me." Yesung let out a moan, urged by your words as he came, releasing inside you and filling you with his thick load. Every time he came inside you, it was always more than when he came alone or when he finished on your skin.

His hips slowly came to a halt as you both tried to catch your breath. "Shit," he cursed, carefully letting go of you. You let yourself drop against the cool surface of the counter, enjoying the cold marble against your hot, sweaty skin. "I'm so sorry," you heard Yesung say and you looked over your shoulder at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sorry?" You asked. "Sorry for what?"

Yesung looked over at the frying pan on the stove. "For ruining dinner," he answered, his cock still buried inside you. You shook your head, a light chuckle slipping between your lips. "It's fine, honey," you said, pushing yourself up.

Yesung took a step back, slipping out of you as he grabbed one of the decorative kitchen towels and ran it under the faucet for a moment before bringing it to your soaked core. "I also made a mess," he added as he carefully wiped your skin.

"You always make a mess," you answered as he finished and threw the towel in the sink, pulling his boxers and sweats back up, looking up only when you turned to face him. You didn't know how he managed to look so good all the time, nor how it was fair. His flushed face, skin glistening in the overhead kitchen lights, messy hair and those thin framed, round glasses that you loved on him so much.

You reached forward, grabbing him by the waistband of his sweats and pulled him forward, lips finding his as you pulled his body against yours. You pulled back enough to speak. "We can order in," you said softly, gently nudging his nose with yours. "Whatever you want, baby," he answered, kissing the tip of your nose before a cheeky smile broke out across his face. "And change your dress. I might not be able to resist you again later," he added. You shook your head.

"I'm not changing out of this if it gets me fucked like that again," you replied. Yesung let out a loud laugh at your remark. "Baby, if you want to be fucked like that," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

"All you have to do is ask."

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[elf-bot]

unfair - yesung

genre: smut

word count: 1.2k

request 1: Ok but something like real nasty with yesung?🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵  

request 2: okay but picture this: yesung praise kink  

request 3: Just Yesung punishing his s/o with edging her for a long time, then proceed to overstim her until she cries /Basically rough fuckinh😏

warnings: semi public stuff, teasing, praising, fingering, oral (m receiving), edging, overstimulation, crying, rough sex, p in v (unprotected, you protect yourself pls this is all fiction).

[he looks so fucking good in that gif, i am so happy i finally completed this after days of trying you have no idea. how i did it is beyond me i just kept writing, yesung is so hot😮‍💨]

Yesung’s fingers slipped inside your warm, wet core. His free hand occupied muffling the moans falling from your mouth. You pressed your back against his skin, his fingers moving fast and you shut your eyes not able to see your reflection in the mirror of the bathroom where he had decided to take you in.

You knew arriving to this small dinner was a bad idea. He had been teasing you the whole evening, sliding his hands under your dress and your panties when he was supposed to be focused on his friends chatting and enjoying the party in general, now he had you where he wanted. Right under his touch.

A rather loud sound left your lips at the sensation of your orgasm being built.

“Such pretty noises from such pretty lips,” he muttered against the skin on your neck. “Wonder how they would feel around my cock.”

Your walls clenched around his fingers at his words. You were closer than ever.

“Do you want to cum?”

You nodded desperately.

“Too bad, you’ll have to wait.”

His fingers slipped out suddenly leaving you frustrated.

“We will continue once we get home,” he said. He started to help you with your dress and accommodating your panties again under your lustful gaze through the mirror.

Yesung went out of the bathroom and you followed soon. You had to fake a smile and hide your frustration and arousal in front of his friends once you took your seat by his side. It was supposed for you to have fun and congratulate them for their new album, but all you could think about was his fingers inside you. The wetness between your legs stayed there, you even tried to get some friction, but it was useless. You needed him.

He didn’t touch you for the remaining of the evening, he acted and pretended like nothing had happened in front of others. His eyes were different when they laid on you though. He was eating you all over with his dark gaze. You just had to wait.

And that’s what you did. Again he made it difficult on the way back home where he decided to tease again, tracing his fingers all over your inner thighs and bringing you to the edge and then stop. You had to keep quiet or the driver would know what both of you were up to.

It took him a lot of self-control to restrain himself from just ripping your dress and panties off right at the car or inside the elevator.

When you walked through the door he finally pulled your body against his. He kissed you harshly and roughly, tasting the liquor you drank before. His palm went to cup your tit through the dress as you didn't wear any bra underneath. You hummed and moan on his lips, his erection growing harder.

Soon you went on your knees on your own on the carpeted floor and pulled down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock. Your mouth started working on his length, you teased a little with your tongue and gave small, slow, tortuous licks causing his deep moans to run free from his lips because of your actions.

"You take me so well," he muttered running a hand on your scalp and watching how half of his dick disappeared in your mouth. "You have been waiting to do this all night, huh?"

Your eyes looked up to his moaning around his erection, you quickened your pace a little. A pool was already between your legs, his words were not helping to stop the amount of arousal running through your body as you wanted to consummate his little game as soon as possible, and have him between your legs fucking you into oblivion.

As if he was reading your mind, he pulled out from your mouth and grabbed your arm, and brought you to the couch. Your cunt throbbed with anticipation as Yesung hiked up your dress and quickly took your panties off throwing them somewhere in the living room.

His hard dick was already aching to feel your walls around him, so you laid down on your back on the couch while he positioned between your legs. Although your mouth felt good, he wanted to take your cunt and you were more than ready for it. His fingers stroke your wet pussy before he buried in with a harsh thrust and filled you up. He let out a deep moan at the same time you did.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he hissed and set up a pace with his hips.

Both your moans and his deep sounds filled the living room with the sound of his hips meeting your flesh. He soon found that sweet spot inside you making you see stars and shut your eyes. The wetness between your legs created a sinful sound at every thrust. His lustful eyes studied all your reactions and your body, how your tits bounced through your dress, your back arched and the way you bucked your hips in despair to feel more.

"Look at you, all disheveled and desperate," Yesung’s deep voice filled your senses. "You look so good like this, all needy for me," you cried out and your pussy clenched at his words. A smirk appeared on his face at your positive reaction, he pounded into you harder. "Yes, take all of it."

His hands caressed your legs and hips, taking your sides to slam as hard as it was possible. He hit your spot numerous times with the right angle and you felt like screaming out, your peak almost there to take control over your body.

Waiting for so long to feel that knot on your belly was making you insane at this point, you wanted to cum no matter what. Your fingers rubbed your clit harshly to find sweet release, Yesung still plunging into you. Orgasm finally hit you and you sobbed as he didn't stop. His groans grew louder at how tight you were feeling, squeezing his dick and going deeper.

"F-fuck!" you cried, feeling shockwaves taking over you.

Your hand stopped rubbing yourself, so Yesung took care of your sensitive nub himself. His release was close. The overwhelming sensations ran down your spine again thanks to his fingers, your muscles tensing and breath hitching.

"I love your pretty, tight cunt," Yesung breathed out. "Just like that."

Soft cries left your lips and a couple of tears started to run down your cheeks. It was too much to bear, but being deprived for so long caused this, and still you enjoyed every second of it and the way he fucked you without any care.

Yesung let out a beautiful breathy moan, his sloppy thrusts slowed down until he finally released balls deep into you, his hips stuttering. He slowed down his thrusts, and you felt every inch stretching you again and your second orgasm arrived, walls spasming around his dick. You cried and moaned again as he pushed both yours and his limits, he waited for you to come down from your high to pull out.

He noticed your cheeks with tears running and he quickly wiped them from your skin.

"Was it good?" he mumbled.

"It was, despite you being so unfair to me."

Yesung chuckled softly.

"That's what you get from time to time."

[scvrletstrange]

Jealousy, Jealousy | Yesung, Ten x female reader

Summary: working as a translator for SM Entertainment is difficult when two of the most famous idols are hitting on you.

Pairing: Yesung x younger female reader, Ten x older female reader. FYI, Reader age is 31, Yesung is 34 and Ten is 23.

Word count: 1,062

Note: dedicated to my soulmate @lullabaesstuff​ uwu i love youuuu!

"And how did I do it?" The younger man asked leaning more to your side on the table.

"...And I think that will be all for today's English lesson."

"You're getting better, I am so proud of your hard work," a smiled appeared on your lips. "It seems I have to go now."

You checked the watch on your wrist and started to pack your things and books.

"What for?" Ten helped you, as he always did. However, today he wanted to spend a little bit more of time around you.

"I am still a translator. And I need to go to Super Junior's interviews today."

A heavy sigh left your body.

"Rough day, uh?"

"Well, they are kind of... special," you tried to laugh it out. "But I like them, they're my friends after all."

"Well, good luck then."

Ten helped you to grab your purse and walked by your side until yo reached the elevator.

He waved at you sweetly and in a cute manner while the elevator doors closed. You smiled, your back pressed against the cold wall. You were not sure, but you started to liked him more, and not in a professional way.

Trying to get those thoughts out of your mind, you walked out the elevator to reunite with the next group, that will give you for sure a headache. Shindong was the first one to greet you once you entered the van and make you feel comfortable, like they all did, but your heart stopped every time Yesung came to your view.

You felt your heartbeat going crazy just for him. Now, that was a problem. Because Yesung also started throwing hints at you some time ago, but Ten slowly tried to do it when you were alone. He didn’t try anything, not yet.

You sat between Yesung and Heechul, when the shy man got your attention with your name falling from his lips.

“Thank you,” he said, trying to talk to you as the members laughed and yelled about the interview and their schedule that day.

You smiled and shrugged. “It’s my job.”

“I know, but we’re unbearable. No one wants to do this, only you,” Yesung chuckled.

“I like you... all of you, I mean.”

Yesung’s cheeks heated and he smiled.

The interviews went well, everything was good and you completed another job for Super Junior, one of the most difficult people you had to work with when it came to translation. They were very loud and all of them had this amazing hability to speak a lot. Or most of them.

“We like you too.”

Yesung usually is very shy and calm, but this time he chose to participate more with his members. His words and actions caught your attention every time. Now you were heading back to the SM building in a weird and quiet silence. Everyone was tired and it was almost 8 pm.

When you came back, the rain was pouring. The members offered their help, but you accepted Yesung’s hand and his coat, which lead to some teasing from them, making your cheeks heated.

“Thanks, it’s very cold out there,” you said once you entered the place. The others remained on their own, as they will head home or maybe to some other schedule. You started taking off his coat while walking on the aisle directly to the office.

“Oh, you can keep it, it’s fine.”

“No, I don’t want to bother-”

“You’re not bothering. Why don’t you take dinner with me?” Yesung came closer to you, helping slowly to get the jacket on your shoulders once again.

“Really?” you smiled. “I mean, yes. I would love that a lot.”

“We can have whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“Look at you, you’re so cute” you chuckled softly while following him.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Definitely.”

Now you were flirting.

Yesung managed to order your favorite food when you arrive to the office and he had some korean street food, which he shared with you happily. A couple of hours passed without any of you noticing. He was funny and kind and cute. Yesung had everything to make your heart flutter.

Both of you cleaned the table and throw the remaining things to the trash can when you finished your meal.

“The food was great. Thanks.” You took his hand, making him blush. “And I think I owe you your jacket.”

“As I said, you can keep it,” Yesung brushed it off.

“But is cold outside.”

“You can give it back tomorrow, maybe?” He asked, secretly wanting to see you again.

You nodded. Of course you wanted to see him often.

“Fine, I’ll see you then.”

You leaned onto him and kissed the corner of his lips.

“Good night.”

Yesung was shocked at first, but soon a smile was on his face. His bright eyes looking at you with love and kindness. He took your hand again.

“I’ll walk you to the parking lot.”

“I’d love that.”

Once you got out the office, you walked on the hallway, not expecting to see your previous student so late for work. His always joyfull face slowly turned into confusion as soon as he noticed Yesung holding your hand.

“Seonsaengnim...”

“Hey... I wasn’t expecting seeing you this late around here.”

“Are you still teaching them English?” Yesung joined in.

“Yes, we always take lessons on Thursdays,” Ten said to his sunbae. “Sorry if I was bothering, it’s just a surprise.”

“It is,” you tighten the grip on Yesung’s hand, which he noticed. “See you next week?”

“Yes,” Ten smiled and bowed respectfully before passing by. “Have a good rest.”

You followed him with your gaze as he walked away quickly. For some reason, you felt bad and finally you let go of the other man’s hand.

“Is something wrong?” Yesung asked softly.

“No, not at all. Sorry for that.” He noticed you avoiding his eyes for a moment. “I should go now, thanks for everything.”

You walked away, leaving him standing on the hallway. Everything was confusing for you and you had to clear your mind soon. You didn’t want to play with Ten or with Yesung, that was wrong, and you had to make a decision, either one or none. But how was that possible if both of them were so attentive and lovely?

“This is too hard.”

GENERAL MASTERLIST | KPOP MASTERLIST

Yesung’s ending | Ten’s ending

[2ya2yao]

Anything - Yesung (s)

@heart-bleeding-autism-angel said: I want first time with Yesung more aahhhhh~~ A scenario version please? ~Queennie

Pairing: Yesung x fem!reader.

Word count: 1,626

Warnings: virgin reader, fingering, unprotected (u guys use protection, this is a fanfic ok? dont do this).

MASTERLIST

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You laid your head on your boyfriend's lap, he gently caressed your hair with his hand while looking at the movie on the TV. Yesung was totally hooked on it, but you weren't.

You had a beautiful sight from below, he was gorgeous and perfect for your eyes, with his beautiful soft lips half-closed, and you loved every single time he would slightly jump when something unexpected happened on the screen, along with some noises leaving his lips.

To be honest, you weren't paying any attention to the film since it started. It's been almost an hour and you could just focus on him. You accomodated yourself on his lap, trying to bring his attention, which it worked when he looked at you, a smile appeared on his face.

"You're not watching the movie, aren't you?" he joked.

You chuckled. "How do you know that?"

"Because I can feel you staring at me," he said leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"You're too beautiful, I just want to admire you," you beamed.

Yesung straightened himself and avoided your gaze, you knew his cheeks were burning because of your words. He always became shy when you praised him and his looks, or almost anything else that he did.

You spent the rest of the movie looking at him, sometimes you'd look to the screen, but your attention was back rapidly to him. His hand stayed still on your shoulder until the movie was over.

"I would ask you if you liked it, but I'm not sure that you payed attention," Yesung said once the screen turned black.

You laughed, feeling kind of guilty. "I'm sorry."

You knew how much he loved films and how he enjoy watching them with you, however you had other plans. One of your hands made its way to his thigh and rubbed it softly. Yesung was aware of your touch, so he simply leaned down and pecked your lips.

The kiss was soft and very sweet, but slowly it became heated and heated. Your hand went to his neck to pull him closer to you, and you nipped at his bottom lip to taste his mouth with your tongue. He let out a moan on your lips and suddenly pulled away, flustered. Rapidly you sat down besides him, Yesung avoiding your gaze.

"What's wrong?" you asked. "Don't you like it?"

Your words made him to turn his gaze to you once again.

"No! I mean, yes I did!" he stuttered. "But I don't know..."

"What is it?" you said, placing your hand on his thigh.

Yesung gulped, he didn't even know why he was acting like that. You've been alone and dating for a long time now, but the spark in your eyes tonight was different. It was new to him, and he wasn't sure if it was what he thought it was. The gentle touch on his thigh and your piercing eyes made things to him, he didn't want to fall for it for hours.

He was speechless. You leaned and kissed his cheek.

"You can tell me anything," you whispered against his ear. "Or I can tell you."

Yesung swallowed, and turned his gaze at you. He wanted to talk, but you kissed him, this time eagerly. He slowly gave in and took your hand that was resting on his thigh, a soft gasp left your lips when he shyly caressed your hip, lifting up a little your shirt.

You broke the kiss for air and straddling him you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

With a smile, you nodded. You couldn't deny the heat that was spreading all over your face, having him so close to you was new and exciting. His brown eyes admired your face, his hands placed themselves on your sides, caressing you over your shirt like if you were going to break at any moment.

Slowly he took the hem of your shirt, asking for permission. You said yes and the fabric disappeared on the floor. With all honesty, you couldn't wait more for this. Yesung kissed you one more time, now he leaded the kiss. Your hands undid his button shirt and he played with your bra until he got rid of it.

A shiver ran down your skin realizing you were half naked in front of him. For the very first time. Feeling shy so suddenly, you looked away.

"Hey," he called softly, one of his hands touched your cheek. "You're beautiful."

You smiled and helped him to take his shirt off completely. This time, he felt flustered being in the same situation as you did. You leaned down to leave a trail of kisses on his collarbone, grinding yourself on his crotch and feeling him growing boner.

Yesung groaned at the sensation, your panties got wet at every single noise that left his mouth. His moans were just beautiful and pleasant, even more pleasant than his singing. Your hands then moved to his crotch to unbelt his pants.

"Let's move," he said, stopping you. You looked at him kind of confused. "We're in the couch."

"Actually, I would like to do it here," you explained, shy. Once again, you couldn't face his eyes.

"W-what?" Yesung stuttered.

"If you are ok with it," you added quickly.

He sighed, you continued to rub yourself on him slowly.

"If that's what you want, then it's fine."

You smirked. Yesung gestured you to stand up after you undid his pants and helped you to undress rather quickly. Your underwear were left on the floor besides the couch along with the rest of your clothes. Once you got up on him again, he made sure to kiss your neck skin as his hands wandered all over your body, mumbling sweet words against your ear.

All you could do was grind on him harder, one of his hands massaged your breasts and pinched your nipples making you release louder moans as you hid your face on the crook of his neck. Your held tight on him, until his fingers traveled down on you and rubbed you.

You held back a moan when his thumb started to drawing shapes on your sensitive bundle, and bucked your hips instantly to feel more of his touch, your juices coming out to wet his fingers. He slowly slided a single digit on you and your walls immediately clenched around it.

You bit your lip as he moved gently to prepare you for him. The gasps against his neck and your hot breathing made him eager to just fuck you right there, but he was patient for you. He would do anything for you and he would make sure you enjoy this since it was your first time.

Soft breathy moans left your lips, crying for pleasure. You bucked your hips to feel his finger even deeper when he slided a second one that you took so well. He increased the pace, being always careful. At this point, the rest of his hand was coated on your wetness. Shyly, your hand rubbed his hard dick and tried to match with his pace as he fingered you. Some precum leaving his flesh.

Yesung groaned and stopped, he pulled out his digits, and stroke one last time your clit with his thumb, making your legs tremble a little, you let out a gasp out of pleasure and surprise.

You accommodated yourself on top of him, his hand rubbing your side and you slowly sank down on his cock. He moaned along with you and waited for you to take him almost completely.

"How do you feel?" he asked, your eyes were shut as you tried to catch your breath.

"Full?" you chuckled. He smiled and assured you everything was going to be fine with a kiss.

Once you got used to his size, you rode him slowly. His hands rested on your hips all the time as he looked at you in pure ecstasy. Your nails digging on his shoulders every time he would go deeper on your warm, clenching walls.

Yesung tried to control his grunts, but it wasn't possible. You were so tight, even after all the work he did with his fingers, and you looked so hot bouncing on top of him with your breasts slightly jumping and your furrowed brows. He loved to see you bitting your lip just to try and hold back your moans, those that even if he had just met them, he loved to hear them.

It was an image that he wouldn't want to end, never. He played with your breasts, nipping and kissing your skin, letting out his own noises against them as you increased your own rhythm.

Leaving your breasts alone, he pecked your lips and thrusted into you at the same time you went down on him, making a perfect match. He grabbed your hips to guide you, and you felt a light sensation forming on your heat. Yesung groaned, you also felt him twitching inside you as he touched your sweet spot with his steady thrusts.

You rubbed your clit as he did before to reach your own high and you cried his name as he continued to thrust into you. Holding onto him and hiding your face on his neck, you stopped your movements. His thrusts became erratic when his and he pulled out of your pulsating core, to release himself on your stomach with a trial of low groans on your ear. And god, you loved to hear those noises.

"Are you ok?" he asked, cupping your cheek and swiping the sweat off from your face.

"Yeah," you breathed. "Thank you for being sweet."

He smiled shyly. "I would do anything for you.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Oh!! I saw you write for SJ now! Could I please get an "what if" situation with the members reacting to the reader wanting to break up after a repetitive argument? Thanks!!

Great idea, I'll do a few members and if you like it, I'll continue!!

Leetuk

Leetuk was heartbroken at the thought of you leaving him. The main arguments were about how he wasn’t willing to go public with your relationship in fear that he'd get boycotted too and forced into hiatus just like the group's inactive member, Sungmin.

Despite that the entertainment company had given him green light to now freely talk about your relationship, Leetuk was still afraid that it would ruin his career. You completely understood his fear as 90% of the Elfs (fanbase name) were very selfish when it came to the members finding romantic happiness.

But seeing your boyfriend be so ignorant towards your own feelings is what hurt you the most. When his point of view didn't change, you packed your bags and left him, cussing that "His constant need of control would end up ruining his career".

Those words hit him hard as he watched you storm out of your shared apartment. Leetuk then broke down for two whole days, couldn't bring himself to show up at dance practices and recording sessions and blocked out the endless messages and calls from his manager and band members.

It was on the third day of being apart from you that he realized that he can't ever have full control of his life and upcoming events. That he loves you so much that the fans will have to accept that he's found someone to love and can't try to control who he is to interact or be with and not.

The leader ended up showing up at your friend's house where you were staying while trying to figure out how to find your next place to live. The second your eyes locked after opening the door, he engulfed you in a tight hug and pressed his soft lips against yours. Your heart painfully clenched in your chest when you felt his warm tears slowly roll down your cheeks. Leetuk immediately started asking you for forgiveness while gazing intensely into your eyes, promising that he'd get the help he needs to get rid of his controlling habits and go let the world know that he was happy to have someone as special as you by his side.

You forgave him with another deep kiss that healed both of your broken hearts.

Heechul

Heechul's non-funny jokes only encouraged you more to put on your shoes faster and then get the hell out of his apartment. "Oh come on, you can't be serious!" He yelled after you once you stood up and quickly searched for your keys, the tears not daring to cascade down your cheeks as he didn’t deserve to see you cry over him.

"I am but don't worry, since you don't want to commit to me even though I know you do, I won't waste my time anymore", is all you said before storming out once you had found your keys. Heechul was in shock for a few minutes, his brain slowly catching up on the fact that you just had left him. Words couldn’t describe the pain he felt exploding in his chest. He was so heartbroken and stubbornly refused to accept this was all his fault: the who of you had been dating for five years and you were ready to become his wife. Heechul felt the same way but remembered that a fortune teller once had told him that he'd end up getting divorced should he ever decide to get married.

Those words haunted him since the day he met you and although he wanted nothing more than to drop to his knee and ask you to marry him, his fear held him back to the point where he didn't even wanted to share a home with you.

You never begged him to put a ring on your finger, just asked him to act like a committed boyfriend. That was all, but that one request already seemed like too much for him. So here the two of you were now, separated and miserable.

Heechul could barely leave his bed after you left. Everything he did reminded him of you. He wasn't one to just sit down and cry but that's exactly what he did for several days. His stubbornness simmered down and he was able to sort out his feelings: acknowledge the fact that he couldn't let a random person control his fears. That he couldn't foresee the future and that it was his job to put all his effort into your relationship in order for it to succeed.

Heechul was able to locate you after you had blocked his number and made sure to not let the other members or shared friends find out that you were staying at a random hotel to get yourself together. When he appeared at your door, tears rushing down his face while he held a beautiful engagement ring in his right, you couldn't even talk while you fell into each other’s arms.

"Please marry me, (Y/N)" the singer whispered whole tightening his arms around your thick waist. The soft sobs leaving your lips were echoing through the room, it took you several minutes to calm down before you whispered "I will marry you".

Yesung

"Then go be with her!" is what you screamed before slamming the door. Yesung tried to run after you but it was too late, the door closed and he was left alone in his house. His loud pants echoed through the living, he felt like throwing up. You were gone.

The singer didn't even notice his best friend welcoming herself in his home a few minutes later. Standing in front of him and telling him about how she had bumped into you and had told her that "she had won" and could have the singer to herself. That alone had motivated her to confess that she wanted him. That he could do with her body whatever he sexually craved as she had felt comfortable enough to show him that she had wanted him for a long time now.

Yesung was shook, all the accusations about his best friend were true: she indeed had tried to get closer to him in order to seduce him but your arguments and feelings had fallen onto deaf ears. He had always told you that you were imagining things as the two of them always had been close. It was so painful to have your own boyfriend not believe you while the evidence was literally shoved in his face. You had always trusted your gut and now had finally reached your breaking point.

"Get out..." is all Yesung hissed in anger and beytayal. His lack of food consumption had made him lightheaded and the last thing he wanted was so lash out on his now ex-best friend. When she tried to use her tears to guilt trip him into being with her, he opened the front door and told her to not bother contacting him ever again.

The singer then had to lie down for a few hours as the physical response to the heartbreak and betrayal had overwhelmed him. He dreamt of you, wish to be with you again and ended up waking up while whispering your name.

He then left you long voice mails where he apologized for being an ignorant fool and explaining how you always had been right about his ex best friend. What he didn’t know was that you were listening to every single voice-mail and concluded that he was worthy of one more chance.

So hours passed before you stood in his living room again, feeling tired from all the crying but hopefully to days ahead as Yesung held you close and promised to do better as your boyfriend.

Emmanuelle💋❤

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Love Like a Turtle | Story | Teaser

Title: Love like a Turtle Tagline: It developed slowly but will last forever Characters: Yesung, OC, Super Junior (minor)

It developed slowly but will last forever”

She was a college student who needed a job to pay for rent and took on a job as a waitress in a local coffee shop, with the sole interest of graduating top of her class and getting into medical school.

He was a famous idol who just recently opened up his own café downtown where he often helped out and met with fans, with a habit of acting crazy and having fun.

Two complete opposites and yet their paths cross, creating obstacles that they need to pass before finding their happily ever after.

“Oppa… What does love mean to you?”

                                                                       “Love? To me love is like a turtle…”

“A turtle?”

                                                                    “Yeah… It developed slowly but will last forever. That is what true love means to me.”