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naomiarai · 2 months
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beomgyu — things he would say during sex
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— “feels good huh? too bad you’re not cumming tonight”
— “can i fuck your tits? please?”
— “soobin can’t fuck you like this, can he?”
— “i don’t know any whore who gets cock”
— “no cock in your pussy tonight, i’ll consider mouth if you behave”
— “go on, tell me how you want it tonight”
— “deeper? fuck, don’t whine when you can’t take it”
— “i’ll make it better than last night, baby”
— “don’t fucking do that, i’ll cum on spot”
— “come on now, spread those legs, i’ll get that cunt wet in no time”
— “ride me, ride me harder, make a fucking mess”
— “got a pretty little dream last night, should i tell you or show you?”
— “too much? gonna tell me to stop yet? no you fucking won’t”
— “you wanna take control today? let’s see you fucking try”
— “nothing underneath? naughty girl”
— “daddy wants you to squirt in his mouth, yeah?”
— “you like it when i get rough with you don’t you? that’s my cockslut”
— “holy shit, i’m not stopping until you’re fucking shaking”
— “ass up, on the bed, right now”
— “you don’t even know half the shit i’d do to you right now”
— “if you bite down one more fucking time, i’m ripping those clothes off”
— “eyes on me princess, whose pussy am i eating out of?”
— “you taste so fucking good, i could do this forever”
— “gosh i’ve never been this hard, what are you doing to me?”
— “tell me, how hard do you wanna be fucked tonight?”
— “i could get drunk off your scent”
— “you’ve got a very talented mouth don’t you? put it to use”
— “i fucking love these tits”
— “i really need to shut that pretty mouth of yours don’t i?”
— “should’ve taken you raw long ago, you feel so good”
— “be a good girl and strip for me, will ya?”
— “you’re making it real hard for me to take it slow”
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jistagrams · 3 months
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yall said yes to more soobie posts so y’all know I got y’all 🙏
texts with soobin
parings: bf!soobin x afab!reader
warnings: suggestive, pet names, they r freakksssssss omg, mention of vomiting
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kiztae · 11 months
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warmth ― c.beomgyu x f.reader
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wc: 4,1k. 
genre: frenemies to lovers, fluff (sometimes), suggestive, smut.
summary: you and beomgyu used to be childhood bestfriends, but you drifted apart and became more dismissive of each other. you both snicker and tease each other, but there's always a feeling of something more being there. perhaps a beach trip can manage to make you guys closer, maybe closer than ever.
cw: smut obviously, dry humping, masturbation (male), dry humping.
note: my second post! first post where i've written something with more advanced smut/suggestive content, hope you enjoy it. (not fully proofread)
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the ride to the choi family’s vacation home was long and tiring. your limbs were starting to feel numb after a ride filled with just sitting down and looking through the window.
when your mom told you that you’d be going on a road trip with the choi’s, this wasn’t what you had in mind.
you were squished between the choi siblings, uncomfortably moving around. with some of the luggage being placed on one of the backseats, the space back there was very little.
he was sitting by your side. his little sister next to him, as you tried your best to focus on the landscapes and not the uncomfortable position you were in.
“lily, stop moving around!” he scolded, trying to keep his sister from pushing him against you repeatedly.
“oh please, like you don’t move around twice as much.” you let out, looking back at him.
“why is it about me now?!” beomgyu shouted, then crossing his arms and looking away.
seconds later, the highway had more and more turns which made the car turn aggressively from one side to another. ms.choi wasn’t really the most chill driver. with each turn of the wheels beomgyu got thrown against you, making it harder to ignore the situation.
then, at one last turn beomgyu was done with being thrown around like a rag doll. once the car was turning again, he placed his one hand against the car door and the other one against the car seat, using them to stay in place. however, he didn’t predict how much it would close the distance between him and you. this new position made him corner you between the door and his side.
you were caught off guard to say the least. after doing your best at ignoring the turns, beomgyu's act woke you up right away. you looked up at him with confusion.
he refused to look at you though, feeling slightly embarrassed now. but it didn't stop you from keeping your eyes fixed on him, in an attempt to make him feel even more embarrassed.
that completely backfired though. soon enough, you found yourself trailing his soft features, surprised you hadn't realized how handsome beomgyu was. the furrows of his brows, the barely noticeable bite on his lips out of nervousness, his eyes looking to the side, all of it united in harmony.
finally, he met your gaze. the connection was enough to stop your daydreaming and realize it was him, annoying childhood friend beomgyu. he looked... irritated, and it made you irritated. because, why the hell would he be the one mad at you? he's the one invading your personal space!
he moved away from the door and you abruptly, sitting back down and grabbing his headphones quickly. after that response, you couldn't help but get annoyed. what's his deal?? you thought. you shrugged it off and decided to close your eyes and get some rest.
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"wake up guys, we're here!" beomgyu's mom said with enthusiasm as she started taking the bags out of the trunk in a rush.
glimpses of light and a blurry view of the car seats flashed as you slowly opened your eyes. as you were  gradually waking up, you felt some sort of warmness against your cheek. confused, you looked down and around without moving too much. then it hit you.
beomgyu's chest felt warm and soft against your cheek, heaving up and down slowly. the arm he had on your shoulder kept you comfortably in place against him. you had fallen asleep against beomgyu, and he was holding you.
how did that even happen? you asked yourself. unsure what to do, you started to slide off of him in silent movements, trying your best not to wake him up.
"just go, i woke up like five minutes ago." he sighed, keeping his eyes closed and sliding his arm off your shoulder lazily.
"oh" you looked down, hiding your face from him (even though he still kept his eyes closed). "um, okay." you got up and stepped out of the car hurriedly.
"he could've woken me up or something! seriously!" you grumbled while walking into the room to unpack.
you unpacked your outside clothes, skincare, technology items, underwear, and other needs and stored them in the closet and bathroom. you felt at ease now that you were installed and that you had cleaned up your space.
the overwhelming space of the closet and room annoyed you though, what was the closet so big for? why was everything in that room in pairs?  this room is for one, isn't it? i mean sure the queen sized bed is a bit big, but i've slept alone in a bed for two before! your thoughts were all over the place, starting to get worried. they wouldn't make me share this room.... would they?
"what are you doing here?"
the familiar voice interrupted your train of thought, making you freeze. you couldn't believe it, your worst fear had come through. slowly turning around, you came face to face with beomgyu.
"what do you mean "what are you doing here?", this is my room...?" you replied in annoyance.
"pretty sure it's my room and my bed you're sitting on" beomgyu retorted while dropping his bags, stepping closer to your spot.
"you're kidding..." you looked at him, your face exposing your confusion to him.
"oh you'd wish i were, but i'm not." he scoffed. "i believe my mom didn't tell you, or me, that we'd be sharing my room." he sat down on the other side of the bed and pulled out his phone to scroll on it.
after a few seconds of processing this new information, you sighed and looked around. "i'm taking the bed" you stated.
"hell no! this is my bed y/n." he replied looking up from his phone, shocked you even thought of doing that.
"oh yeah? too bad." you retorted while lying down to take more space up. "unless you want to sleep by my side, you're not sleeping on the bed." you added in amusement, while stretching your arms.
"okay."
"what?"
"i said okay. i don't care if you use it too, i am not sleeping on the damn floor." beomgyu concluded while standing up to go to the balcony.
"fine! but don't complain later!" you shouted as he walked away. you weren't sure how to feel about it. you and beomgyu were not the closest friends, hell, you were like enemies. but you guessed it wouldn't matter that much, it was just beomgyu after all. you could easily ignore him.
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later at the beach, 3pm. 
the heat of the sun burning your skin felt warm and cozy, making your limbs feel heavy, your body relaxing completely. you didn't sunbathe that often, but it definitely was a good decision to make today. the sun was slightly strong, a nice breeze soothing the fiery rays of it. the sound of waves crushing nearby created a peaceful melody. you couldn't feel any better.
nevertheless, you knew it wasn't good for your skin to be this exposed, not like you wanted to get health problems from some little UV rays. therefore, you reached out your hand to grab the bottle of tanning oil infused with spf that was sitting in the sand next to your towel. it felt like you were moving weights with how much effort you put into reaching for it.
"mom!" you called "mom! help me with the oil please!" you kept shouting, but it was useless, she was playing with lily far away. 
"you really can't keep quiet, can you?" beomgyu's raspy voice came from another side. you turned, finding him sitting down near you, his arms placed on each side of his towel, staring at the sea.
"when the hell did you get there? i thought i was alone." you answered while frowning at him. you really can't get a break can you? although you had to say, it was nice to know you weren't left alone.
"i was in the water, can't you tell from the wet hair? or are you just slow like that?" he mocked as he ran his fingers through his wet hair.
you rolled your eyes in response, he was right tho. his hair was wet, the t-shirt he had on was soaked, outlining his toned abdomen and muscles- that wasn't important. "whatever. where's my mom?"
"she's with lily, i don't think she'll be coming your way for a while." he yawned as he started to stand up, making the sand around him go towards you.
"watch it with the sand!" you scolded.
"oh?" he said, flashing a malicious smile. "what if i don't?" he started to shake the sand off his body, making it land on yours.
"so that's how it is! okay choi beomgyu! come here!" you shouted as you stood up and grabbed a handful of sand.
"oh shit" he mumbled before starting to run away towards the sea.
"that's what i thought!" you yelled while chasing him and throwing sand at him, every landing of sand making his back arch.
eventually, you both ended up going into the sea, swimming around and fighting with splashes of water. your laughs and shouting echoed as you fought. that was until a big wave started to approach you both.
you always had a slight fear of waves, since you were a little kid. beomgyu knew it too, you didn't love going too deep into the sea. those big waves freaked you the fuck out.
"beomgyu..." you paused while looking at the wave "beomgyu..!" you screamed getting more scared as it came closer. you moved towards the shore as you panicked, but it felt useless.
just as you accepted your fate and closed your eyes, you felt someone come and hold you tightly. beomgyu took you into his embrace, pressing you against his chest and hiding your face in it.
"i got you." he whispered, comforting you. looking at the wave, he watched how it was now significantly smaller. he held in a chuckle, knowing you forgot how much they change.
the warmth of beomgyu's body reassures you, making you feel safe and protected. your cheeks burned a bit at the thought of having his chest against you like this, but it didn't last long as you heard him let out a small chuckle. he couldn't hold it in anymore.
"w-what. why are you laughing?" you asked, dumbfounded.
"that wave was so tiny y/n! you worried over nothing!" he laughed softly, separating you from him, and letting you look around to find the small wave that passed. but the wave was the last thing you were focused on now.
his smile. his smile was beautiful, he was glowing. the earlier burn of your cheeks returned with the sight of his handsome face and cheerful laugh. it was like he was charming you.
"just- shut up!" you mumbled, snapping out of it, completely embarrassed. you turned away from him in hurried movements, leaving to go to shore.
"hey! i didn't mean it like that!-" he stammered, feeling a bit guilty after that comment. he didn't mean to make fun of you, not this time. but you were already walking towards the house, with your bag in hand. 
"fuck.." he hid his face in his hand as he sighed. it's not like he wanted to make you feel dumb about it, he knew you were scared. he gave up and left to go back to the house as well.
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at the beach house, 7:30pm.
there was nothing that soothed beomgyu more than a late night shower. the warm water hitting his skin felt heavenly, as it made all of his worries fade. he sighed in relief as he rubbed the citrus scent soap all over his chest.
all of a sudden (strangely enough), the memory of your body pressed against that same chest came to his mind. the shape of your breasts that pressed so cutely onto his chest. your waist that was radiating body heat against his hand. the memory of your curves in his hold clouded his mind.
"what is wrong with me..." he sighed while looking down at the semi-erection that was growing between his legs.
his hand reached down for his cock, softly holding it and rubbing it at a slow pace. the image of your plump ass and back as you laid on your towel showed up, making his grip on his hard member stronger. soft whimpers started to come out of the boy's mouth, resonating in the shower walls.
"ah.. shit.." his free hand came up to cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his sinful sounds. each stroke to his cock became more rough, intensifying his shame.
but honestly, could you blame him? you looked so cute. your hands grabbing onto his arms, your face hidden in his broad chest. and then, your boobs. god he loved them, loved how they felt against him, heaving up and down, wet by the salty sea water. he wondered how they'd feel in his hands, in his mouth, anywhere really…
the desperate tugs at his cock were turning frantic as he chased his high. he couldn't help but let out muffled moans, closing his eyes to picture you better. it was a sinful image, poor boy, touching himself desperately, while thinking of you. his shame was discarded to a corner of his mind, as he focused on the intense pleasure rushing through him.
"oh fuck- y/n-" he groaned as an intense wave of pleasure overcame him. hot spurts of cum painted his abdomen white, his cock twitching. the tiny rivers of water wiped the pearly stains off his stomach. and then, reality hit him. did he just cum while thinking of you? he turned off the shower and stepped out wrapping a towel around his waist quickly.
"finally! i started to think you'd just sleep in the shower." you stated, looking up at him from the bed. you had been waiting to use the shower for about 10 minutes now, and as much fun as scrolling through tik tok is, you were tired.
"w-when did you get here?" he questioned in panic.
"like... 5 minutes ago? maybe more. I don't know!" you replied nonchalantly. "do you shower with a shirt?" you joked. he was wearing the towel around his waist and yet he had a shirt on. what kind of outfit is that?
"huh? oh." he said looking down at the towel. "hey i might be a jerk sometimes, but i have modesty and basic respect. i'm not gonna carelessly flash you." he retorted while frowning.
"relax! i was just messing with you! god." you laughed and then got up to use the shower. "you better have not used up all the warm water choi beomgyu."
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"guess you'll find out if i did!" he teased as he reached for the closet, looking for a pair of boxers to wear. he decided to put what happened in the shower past him, and to focus on other things.
late night, beach house, 11pm.
"this internet connection is seriously bad." you frown as you stare at the single bar on the wifi icon. "it's practically useless."
"you know where the connection's better? anywhere that's not my bed." beomgyu counters as he stands in front of the bed with his arms crossed, with a mediocre smile.
"stop being a bitch about it. either you share it or you bear it." you replied as you tucked yourself in bed, sighing in content as you felt the soft silk sheets. "huh, never knew you had good taste in sheets. or in anything for that matter."
"i'll have you know i have way better taste than you." he grumbled as he turned to get himself in the bed as well. he hesitated for a second, but he later climbed on the bed and covered himself with the same sheets.
"hey, um, if you really want your bed.. i could try sleeping on the couch.." you said softly as your back faced him.
he turned to be met with the outline of your figure in the dark. "it's late y/n. let's just sleep." he answered.
"i'm serious tho, i don't want you to be uncomf-" your words were cut off as you felt him get closer to you, his weight making the mattress shift.
"shut up and go to sleep y/n." he whispered against your neck, his voice low and deep. his tone was so intimate and yet it felt unfamiliar, it made you shiver. after saying that, he shifted again and turned his back on you too. were you going crazy? did beomgyu just make you blush with a single sentence?
your cheeks were flushed and you had a strange feeling in your stomach, but you shut your eyes and forced yourself to go to sleep. you shouldn't be feeling like that, not because of him.
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the next morning, at the beach house, around 6am.
rays of sunshine came through the large window in front of the bed you slept on. you frowned as you struggled to open your eyes, not even sure you wanted to open them. everything felt so warm, cozy, safe even... you weren't sure what it was, but you never wanted to get out of bed. you finally managed to open your eyes, looking at the blurry light coming from the window.
you started to become more aware of your surroundings as you woke up, you tried to stretch until you realized something was holding you back. beomgyu's arms were heavy on your frame, trapping you between them. his mouth was slightly open, his eyes closed, his hair a ruffled mess. once it hit you that he was cuddling you, heat rose to your face. it's like he's some sort of magnet. you thought.
you couldn't quite see him, since your back was right on him. you weren't sure what to do, should you move away? should you just wait until he wakes up? what if he does and he sees you like this? no good solution came to your mind. and that moment, you stopped thinking at once.
something was definitely poking the end of your back, if not your ass. it can't be, can it? he's a man after all, you guess it would make sense. but still, you can't process whether or not it's what you believe.
trying to understand the situation better, you move your hips gently in an awkward attempt at feeling whatever was there. yeah, it's definitely what you think it is. it makes sense though, men can wake up with it. however, you don't know how it got to the point in which you guys cuddled, and it ended up pressing against you like that.
you figure it would be best to move away from him, so you start squirming and moving around as gently as possible. but the outcome is something you didn't predict. beomgyu's hands travel down to your hips and grab them, pressing them against himself further and stilling them.
"if i didn't know any better, i'd think you're trying to do something else." beomgyu murmured against your neck, his morning voice raspy and deep. his hands on your hips caused you to let out a soft whimper, which you abruptly covered with your hand.
"it's not like that- i- we woke up like this beomgyu.." your words came out rushed, you could try to explain yourself, but really what good would it do.
"i know, im fucking with you." he softly chuckled as he opened his eyes to look at you. it was annoying how good he looked, he really did glow in the morning sunshine.
"um, your hands. they're still on my hi-" you commented and tried to squirm away from him again. but just as you did that, beomgyu felt a flash of pleasure go over him, letting out a groan.
"oh fuck-" he groaned as his eyes closed. his hands gripped your hips even harder, making you feel a certain pressure that made your mind spiral. "im sorry, shit, sorry." he mumbled, now a bit ashamed. he was about to move away from you, until he noticed how red your face was, and how erratic your breath was. were you enjoying this..?
"i-it's okay, it's only natural.." you said with your cheeks flushed. you didn't want to admit it, but his bulge was pressing right against your clothed core, his every movement making you more sensitive to him. you could feel a small patch start to form gradually, it was embarrassing how easily he was unconsciously turning you on.
"y/n.." he said quietly, his mind starting to get lost on how good you felt on him. "you feel really good.." he sighed, making you shiver by how his hot breath fell on your shoulder. his hips thrusted up into you unconsciously, making his breath hitch.
"ah- gyu!" the childhood nickname you had for him came out of your mouth in instinct, as you felt him rub himself against your (now wet) core. you couldn't help but buck your hips against his in return, letting out a small whimper.
"fuck, c-can i?" he whimpered, his hips moving by themselves in slightly faster movements. his grip on your hips was starting to feel bruising, but it only made you more excited.
"please don't st- mphh" you said until you were silenced by beomgyu's lips on yours. his kiss was hot and feverish, making you dizzy. he started teasing you with his tongue, threatening to come in. and you let him, you tangled your tongue with his and started to kiss him like it was your last kiss ever.
"gyu-" you moved away to gasp for air, but beomgyu leaned in anyway, eyes closed, lips parted, absolutely wanting more. he didn't want to waste any second of this. he kept thrusting into your soaked panties, creating a delicious friction that made you gasp with each thrust of his hips.
"if i'd known you felt so amazing i would've done this way sooner." he growled while moving his hands to your waist, grasping it like his life depended on it. he then turned you around to lay you flat against the mattress, climbing on top of you shortly after.
"yeah?" you grinned. "then make up for the wasted time, gyu." you said between heavy breaths. he started to pick up his pace, his new position hitting you perfectly, bringing you closer to your edge with every snap of his hips.
"you know, i always tell you to keep quiet. ah-" his words came out broken, his hips stuttering "but the sounds coming from you right now are fucking heavenly."
you wince and grip him at his nape, a handful of his messy hair in your hand. he immediately reacts to it with a loud whimper, his cock can't help but twitch at that, and you feel it. every single thing this man is doing, is spurring you on further, you feel like you're insane.
"i'm close" you whisper as you close your eyes in anticipation.
"fuck no, open your eyes." he says as he lifts your chin up to face him. "if you cum, you do it while looking at me." he commands.
your eyes struggle to remain open, but your gaze never leaves his. you feel the knot in your stomach is about to snap, and you grab onto the sheets on top of your head.
soon enough, you feel the knot in your stomach snap,  all while staring into beomgyu's eyes, feeling like he's put you in a trance.
he followed suit, his orgasm washing over him like a big wave. his cock twitched as it stained your underwear with numerous white threads. you felt every one of them as they left a warmth on your pulsating core. beomgyu managed to partly muffle his last moan by hiding his face in your neck, his ears red and his cheeks burning.
you closed your eyes, coming down from your high. your chest heaved up and down, trying to gain air back into itself. you two just did that, it felt unreal.
"gyu.." you called out as you stared at the ceiling.
the boy didn't move from your neck, still breathing into it as he tried to come down from his high. however, he nodded and rubbed his nose against your collarbone as a way of acknowledgement.
"does this mean we won't annoy the shit out of each other anymore?" you asked.
"of course not dumbass, where's the fun in that?" he answered with heavy breaths and a little smirk.
you chuckled and then brought your hand up to play with his hair. it didn't need to be said, but you both knew that this was something bound to happen for a while now. you guys couldn't stay enemies forever, after all, you got the best of both worlds now.
"i thought so." you whispered before moving yourself back into his hold and falling asleep.
part 2 is posted here!
© kiztae 2023
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navyhyuck · 10 months
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how many times? — 2.3k words, choi yeonjun
warnings: explicit marijuana usage, shotgunning, kissing, so incredibly suggestive and so much sexual tension, stoner!yeonjun, sorta mutual pining/bff2l idk, reader gets a little goofy
a/n: my comeback!! honestly i was high writing this because what the fuck. i got so carried away. anyway @itgirlgyu (i hope it's ok i tagged u hehe) wrote the most lovely little thing and getting shotgunned by yj would most def lead to.. something :> so thank you for the inspo! also pls don’t smoke kids, i would let only yeonjun absolutely demolish my respiratory system. tagging kai @channoticedmeuwu bc … yes! <3 (yes it’s not soobin but he’s otw ok). listen to often by the weeknd for ultimate vibes!
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you’ve decided that you absolutely love the way yeonjun rolls his joints. 
there’s nothing special about it, of course. you’ve watched him countless times, folding the rolling paper with hazed concentration, carefully packing the perfectly grounded weed inside. it’s the stupid sleeveless shirt he insisted on wearing today, stolen from soobin’s closet after a fifteen minute banter—as you’re told, because it’s ‘too hot outside’ to wear a short-sleeved t-shirt instead. 
his arms are bare, smooth skin stealing the attention of your gaze the moment you walked into his apartment a few minutes ago, and you still haven’t gotten over it. not when yeonjun rolls the unfinished joint between his fingers, involuntarily flexing his forearms as he does so, flitting his eyes towards you as he asks in question to your silence, “you good?”  
perfect. you simply nod, untrusting of your words at the moment. he smiles lightly, getting back to work as you let your eyes wander once again, finding yourself caught up on your friend a lot more than you usually do.
that’s not to say you haven’t thought about him in the past, when he’s invited you over to sit on the overpriced outdoor furniture outside on his balcony, sporting a handsome smile and tousled hair, getting you higher than taehyun’s gummies ever have. the other boy swears his working on increasing his milligram count, but you think it’s a little more than that.
you’re on-your-knees, borderline inappropriately attracted to yeonjun; clearly, considering you watch a little too intently as he raises the joint upwards, licking a quick stripe to seal the paper. fuck, if you leaned in just a bit closer, you could waft the addictive cologne he’s rubbed on his neck, one you gifted him on his birthday last year, and maybe it’d get you off in ways you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about.
yeonjun finally lights the joint, slowly rotating it in his fingers as he does so, sharp eyes focused on perfection. it was hard to believe how much he cared how intentionally his joints were lit (price inflation?).
a gentleman as always, he places the joint to your lips with a gentle expression of want to go? and you couldn’t imagine saying no to him. 
how could you? pretty boy perched next to you, legs spread in such an inviting position—you’ve almost lost it already. eyelashes fluttering, you inhale deeply, trying to ignore the way his fingertips pressing lightly at your lips, keeping the smoke contained from the very beginning. you wonder how his lips would feel on yours, maybe for a little longer than you should.
when he pulls away, you lull your head back, your body slumping, easily enamoring yourself in the sudden joust of pleasure. it makes you forget where you are momentarily, giggling in a daze as you part your lips, letting the smoke leave your mouth. 
“all that with one hit?” yeonjun teases, and your eyes meet his with a roll of annoyance. there’s a smirk dancing on his lips, playfully as you watch the smoke bellow around him, slowly releasing from the corner of his mouth. always so fucking pristine, a perfectionist if you will.
“it’s been a long day,” you say in response, furrowing your eyebrows as the boy shrugs, passing off the joint. “remember how my manager told me to recruit another intern for our team?”
“hmm,” he hums, running a hand through his hair as he watches you inhale again, relaxing your head back as you always do. he finds it so innocent, the way your jaw relaxes as the weed takes its effect, and your lips, as inviting and plump as always, opens only to the smoke.
there’s a sort of numbing feeling, either from watching your jaw slack, mouth open, eyes closed with a string of dense fog surrounding your face or simply the high he’s slowly losing to watching you. it’s almost intoxicating, how you tilt your head to him, small smile lining your lips, offering him another hit as you continue speaking.
“i referred taehyun, you know,” your eyes are narrowed now, gazing nearly shamelessly at yeonjun when he’s unsuspecting. “dude’s got a fucking stellar resume. but they hired this other guy instead, and he’s just been following me around like he’s my intern.”
“yeah? what’s he like?” 
sharp eyes trail on you carefully, watching intently as you subconsciously dart out your tongue, licking along your bottom lip before going off on one of your usual ramblings. it’s so easy to get lost in the way you look, yeonjun thinks, especially when he’s slowly prodding a ‘wow’ or ‘no way’ into your rants every so often, just so you don’t get so caught up in the way he’s absolutely undressing you with his eyes.
he can’t help it, you’ve always been so difficult to be around after a certain hour at night; when the clock strikes midnight and he hears, from a distance, the university bells signaling the arrival of tomorrow, you take his invitations with open arms, spreading your legs on his couch and marking your spot. it’s not as though he spends his time smoking in pg rating with other girls at 2 a.m. anyway, that’s all reserved for you.
the dark-gray shorts and white t-shirt combination is maybe his favorite ever, he thinks, as you suddenly flail your arms up in sudden annoyance, screaming about some ‘and he fucking asks me again!’, the uneven hem of your shirt riding up slightly, exposing the smallest sliver of skin. yeonjun’s mind wanders to where you might’ve gotten this shirt; maybe he should ask you before he tears it off of you.
yeah, maybe it’s time for another hit.
and your voice blurs more than it did before, surprisingly, sounding increasingly more attractive with every word that leaves your mouth. yeonjun’s dazed, drunk on how you lean towards him, chest forward before your face, reaching to grab his joint with your perfect, graceful fingers. in a split second, he moves it out of your reach, smiling lazily when your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“want me to shotgun you?” he asks with a tilt of his head, words spilling from his mouth impulsively. your forehead smoothes at the question, maybe a little too casually for his liking, and you shrug a nonchalant sure. “i–have we done this before?” he’s got to be crazy, he’s never lost his memory smoking weed ever in his lifetime.
“no,” you’re trying to search his eyes, “hmm, taehyun’s shotgunned me before, though.”
the innocent shining of your eyes paired with your response has yeonjun suddenly giggling, making him place a hand over his mouth as if it would mask anything. oh, he hadn’t known you could be this cute, whining lightly as you question his laughter. when he catches his breath finally, planting his sight back on you, he simply pats the seat right beside him, “come here, i’ll show you.”
you’re quick to oblige, your body buzzing from the marijuana in your bloodstream, keeping you warm even as a cool breeze blows by. yeonjun’s presence is ever-so comforting, more so than ever, and you nearly have to hold yourself from resting your head against his shoulder. with parted lips in unadulterated awe, you watch as the dark-haired boy takes a long drag, the simple motion appearing astonishingly alluring. you’re hooked on deep, and there’s nothing to save you.
but when yeonjun turns towards you, suddenly holding the side of your face–thumb pressing down on your bottom lip to keep your mouth open, and moves impossibly close, you practically freeze. 
heart in your throat, his eyes beckon you to fill in the gap, never faltering. when you shuffle close enough, cautiously grabbing onto his forearm—you can almost taste the ghost of his lips, barely an inch away—he exhales straight into your mouth.
oh…your eyes flutter shut at the soft sensation, your fingertips pressing tightly into his arm as you let the high course through your body. maybe it’s because you’ve already taken too many hits (how many times?), but the intimacy has you buckling down even faster, the rate possibly record-breaking in guinness terms. 
yeonjun’s waiting when you open your eyes, nearly blowing the excess smoke right into his face, yet he isn’t fazed. it wouldn’t matter anyway, no, you could do anything to him and he’d take it without hesitation.
“wow,” you mutter, laughing breathlessly as your friend plasters on a stunning smile. “yeah, i definitely haven’t done that before.”
good. taehyun would be dead otherwise. his hand’s found solace resting on your thigh (when did it get here?), barely grasping at the flesh with nimble fingers. the material of your shorts are soft against his skin, loosely covering you, reminding him of just how easy it would to simply tug—
“can i try?” yeonjun’s fighting inner demons at this rate, testing the deep levels of his self control. he lets you do as you will (of course, why not?), eyes widening when you shift onto your knees, cautiously placing one in between in his legs. he’s gripping on your waist now—just lightly in case you’re overwhelmed, hoping he doesn’t look incredulous with the way he stares at you taking another hit, absolutely enamored with every move you make. 
there’s a flash of desire in the way your pupils dilate, suddenly hyper-fixated on your best friend’s exposed arms. it’s driving you crazy, your mind wandering back and forth—palm grazing up his bicep, feeling the taut muscle beneath your fingers. yeonjun’s gaze wanders on you, quietly leaning forward and putting out the joint against the ashtray. 
you’re looking down at him now, hovering over him in a less than platonic way, glancing between his eyes and lips. opening his mouth, he guides your jaw back towards him, warping you in far too close than the previous time. everything is so heightened, senses tingling from the ends of your finger to your nose—which barely brushes his—and you exhale. 
you’re a natural, yeonjun thinks, from how you don’t let your stream falter, giving him a high just as well as yours. as you finish, you realize you’ve moved your hand to grip at the junction between his shoulder and neck, leaving slightly reddened marks against his skin. 
“sorry,” you mumble, trying to rub them away, but yeonjun merely brushes it off, instead pressing your hand back against him. “i didn’t mean to…”
you lose your voice to the dead of the night, faltering when he runs his thumb back over your bottom lip, eyes scanning your face. when you all but gape at him, he takes it as his invitation to yank you down, crashing your lips against him.
he’s kissing you feverishly, desperate for the way you let out the slightest sound of surprise before surrendering completely, finding it more than difficult to keep you perched above him. your legs are spread over him, nearly lewd in the way you press up against him, drinking him up to the very last drop. 
even when you lean back, disoriented from how the world around you spins miraculously, grinning from ear to ear, yeonjun pulls you back. licking into your mouth, begging for anything physical, feeling you up from the sides. oh.
“yeonjun,” you’re panting, dodging him lightly as he tries to chase you. blinking dazingly, your fingers find purchase in his dark locks, gripping a lot harder than you would’ve done sober. “jun—i didn’t know you liked me like that. i thought we were just friends.”
you’re giggling under your breath as he groans, now tightly wrapping both arms around your waist. it’s so contagious, how your smile lights up your entire face, and he can’t help but match your expression. “what am i meant to do, y/n? have you seen yourself?”
you scrunch up, now gazing at your hands as if you’ve never experienced them before. “i’m seeing myself…”
yeonjun clicks his tongue, gathering your attention with a humorous look on his face. “fucking gorgeous, right?” you start giggling again, shying away when he presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. 
“mm, but you’re hot,” you all but whine, overcome with confidence when you lean in, molding your mouth against his with an adrenaline-filled fervor. hands run down the sides of yeonjun’s neck, circling around until you’re grasping at him. you gasp while he delivers the smallest licks to your lips, taking advantage of your open mouth.
he sucks on your tongue—such an obscene action in your usual book, yet you can’t care. laughter racks up through your chest when his impulses get the best of him, sinking his teeth into your tongue hard enough to elicit the most indecent sound. 
you’re lucky you’re high, or else you’d be doubling over in embarrassment at your behavior. you’d have to thank yeonjun for getting you stoned later. 
“hey,” he calls for you, thumb caressing your cheek, “you’ll let me kiss you after this, right?”
you climb off of him, much to his dismay—laying down against the cushions, stretching your legs, opening your arms—grinning up at your friend. shirt riding up, exposing your midriff as you make a show of your position, nudging him with your legs. 
he's giving in to your beckoning, palms grazing your thighs, gripping and tugging, slotting between your legs. caging you in with his arms, you woo dramatically at his biceps, pecking at the skin with quiet giggles. “yeonjun…”
he hums, admiring you softly, desire and longing lingering behind his eyes. 
“you can have me anyway you want,” you whisper, igniting a fire in his stomach, roping him down in your embrace with a tantalizing kiss. now tangled amongst you, prying mindlessly at clothing that seems so unnecessary in the moment. 
oh, that’s something he’ll have in his mind forever.
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boba-beom · 20 days
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my heart = yours | CHOI YEONJUN
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pairing: bf!yeonjun x gn!reader
genre: so much fluff, suggestive
summary: yeonjun shows you what it’s like to be loved, and you feel like the luckiest person in the world.
wc: 1.1k
warnings: established relationship, petnames(my love, baby), physical affection, sappy love talk, yeonjun so down baddddd for reader, first time saying the 'L' word, kisses making out, hard petting
a/n: yeonjun’s been my little pick-me-up for a while and I just thought I’d write this esp after the fanlive and how much love he has for moa! this is also to start off the first day of my slumber party event! I was listening to when I met you by APO Hiking Society while writing this and this is how yeonjun makes me feel :')
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it was hard to love. no. it was hard to be loved.
with your past being the cause of your trust issues and lack of belief in love, you used to keep your guard up, preventing your past so-called lovers to see a side of you that you shied away from.
you prevented them from loving you. you thought you would never experience it again.
that was before yeonjun came into your life unexpectedly.
who would have thought the guy you bumped into at your local 7/11 would accidentally take your groceries and is now currently running his fingers through your hair while you're laying your head on his lap in your living room.
"what would we be doing now if I hadn't accidentally left with your groceries that time, hm?" his voice had that subtle teasing tone to it, peering down at you as you hold eye contact reminiscing until you start laughing.
"I still can't believe you didn't check beforehand." you lightly tug on his sleeve, taunting him as he playfully shakes his head at you.
"it's not my fault there was a pretty person beside me, I was flustered." you shuffle, adjusting yourself to sit up, laying your legs over his so your feet slightly dangle above the floor. "besides, I managed to get your number so... a win is a win."
"you thought I was pretty?" you tilt your head in disbelief, cringing as you remembered the awful state you looked that evening. it was a late night run and you didn't expect to see someone cute at the store, or anyone at all.
"is that seriously all you got from that?" he chuckles, ruffling the top of your hair.
swatting his hands away from your head, you impulsively lace your fingers in his and rest them on your lap.
"no, I obviously heard you." rolling your eyes at him. "but you thought I was pretty?" your tone softened when you repeated your question.
"I still think you're the prettiest person I've ever laid my eyes on, my love."
yeonjun brought his face closer to yours, cupping your cheek and pulling you in a proximity that one would count as flirtatious, but this wasn't just that. it was intimate in a way where yeonjun made you feel like your heart was cradled by clouds, floating at a comfortable pace that worked simultaneously with the flutter in your stomach.
"ah, don't do that." looking down as you slip your fingers out of his hold to fiddle with the strings of his hoodie. you refused to look him in the eyes especially from the way you felt your ears burning.
"no, look at me." his voice spoke up, a little rasp to it that you loved. it could easily be missed if you didn't listen closely. you still looked back up at him, maintaining that eye contact. "don't do what?"
your boyfriend's eyes flicker down to your lips, his foxy eyes half lidded before looking back up at your eyes. if that didn't make your stomach do flips then you don't know what else could.
"say that I'm the prettiest person. I've seen your exes, they were stunning people."
"but you're more than just pretty on the outside, baby." you were still growing with his choice of petnames, but you really did love it. "you have this incredible personality..." his voice trails once he starts leaning into your neck to place a slow kiss. your eyes flutter shut, craning your neck to the side as you sigh into his touch. "you make me want to be a better person..." his plush lips brush against your skin, whispering into your neck. "you give me a reason for my being..."
"jjun," you sigh. your thoughts are going a hundred miles per hour but your mind felt empty at the same time. "kiss me here." you reach out to hold the back of his neck, indicating the placement with the way your thumb caresses the area behind his ear and the corner of his jaw.
and he does so. littering a trail from the bottom of your neck where he placed his last kiss, and moving upwards towards your designated sweet spot. your breaths start picking up, chests heaving and sighing against one another while your fingers tangle themselves in the ends of his hair at the back of his head.
"I want you to know how loveable you are." yeonjun pulls you onto his lap, straddling him with his arms wrapped around your waist and his face still buried in your neck.
his continuous kisses sent the tingling sensation across your body into overdrive, the sensitivity heightening each time his lips covers another centimetre on your neck.
"mmh, no baby, kiss me." you gasp just as you felt his teeth delicately graze at your favoured spot. "please."
your sweet boyfriend leaves a light mark on your skin. the first mark he's made on you to show that you belong to each other. that you're the only person he wants to leave his marks on.
"I love you, ___." he looks up at you. your face hovering just above his while you're sitting comfortably in his lap, your hands planted on his shoulders and occasionally squeezing them with affection.
those three words. the three words that scared you, but not when it came from yeonjun.
"I love you, yeonjun," a smile reflects on both of your faces, hearts almost beating in sync once reciprocated. "terribly."
you slowly close the gap between you, placing several pecks on his lips until he abruptly held the side of your neck, stabilising you to kiss you longer, deeper. he was your missing puzzle piece. fitting perfectly just like the way your lips molded together, his tongue brushing along your bottom lip until it met yours.
this wasn't the first time you've kissed like this, but something about the way his hands roams up and down your sides and circling to your back had you gradually rocking on his lap, emitting beautiful sighs from your lover's lips for the rest of the evening.
being loved by yeonjun came easier than you've ever been loved. he never hesitated to shower you with affection, his acts of service, words of affection, spending time with you or even gifting you things that reminded him of you when you were away. you had the whole package and you still don't know how, but you need to learn to stop questioning it.
it made you wonder what you did in your past life to deserve someone like him in your life. sometimes you feel like you owe him more from the way he's always praising you and telling you how much you mean to him, when in reality, he meant the entire universe to you.
he was the one who managed to handle the chaotic pace of your shooting stars and eventually making each of those small-scale wishes come true. majority of your wishes were to find your person, the one who you feel like you could spend the rest of your life with.
and yeonjun just might be that person.
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hyufucks · 8 months
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STARBOY .ᐟ
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★ STARRINGS: choi yeonjun and fem!reader. ft choi soobin
! cw – jealousy, possessiveness, yeonjun is aggressive, fingering, unp. sex.
playlist while your read this (click on 'playlist')
2ND PART OF HOW MANY SECRETS CAN U KEEP?
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yeonjun's lifestyle is not the typical cliche where he's a bad boy and his life depend on fucking every girl and living from party to party (the latter may have been a bit cliche, but trust me, he dosen't go out every weekend).
you know his reputation, and you know it all too well.
you know he's a top student with outstanding grades, a star athlete, the favourite of the teachers and, above all: a jealous boy.
he has a thing about being the centre of attention, your centre of attention. if you're not with him, if you're not seeing him, if you're not talking exclusively about him and how hot he is, he'll get jealous (too much, i'd say).
several times you met his dark eyes and chilling gaze, almost so sharp that he would effortlessly slit your jugular for the simple fact that you were talking to a boy other than him.
he can't stand not being the starboy, a nickname that echoes through the hallways and teacher's room, but which he only prefers to hear from you.
but what he hates the most is seeing you next to choi soobin: his rival.
soobin is a friendly, smart, shy and funny guy. you don't understand why yeonjun hates him so much and why he wants to keep you away from him all over the coast.
but yeonjun knows things that you might not, and maybe those things are the reasons why he spits shit at soobin.
right?
yeonjun's soft kisses on your neck made you lose your sanity, his cold hands provoking a thousand sensations on your warm skin as he caressed your thighs and waist. his fingers nimbly unbuttoned the buttons of your shorts, and just as he was about to remove your underwear, your phone started ringing.
you reluctantly pushed the dark haired guy away to pick up your phone, quickly sitting up in bed when you saw who was calling you.
'who the fuck is calling you?' your partner asked, somewhat annoyed that you had interrupted what you were about to do.
'oh, it's soobin. i'm supposed to do investigation work with him, remember?' you said with total impunity, as if you had completely forgotten yeonjun's feelings for the poor blond boy.
you saw him tense his jaw and close his eyes as soon as he heard his name leave your lips 'why are you doing it with him? weren't there other options at that stupid hippie college?'
you laughed before quickly picking up the phone, motioning yeonjun to silence.
'hi! soobin, it's so good to hear your voice again' you looked at the dark haired, looking provocation.
and you've done it, because never in your life have you seen him settle between your legs so quickly, taking off your underwear and looking at you like a ferocious animal stalking his prey.
'yes, hello, i say the same thing' his soft voice provoked a certain tenderness in you, unlike yeonjun who's voice only made you wet.
oh, and speaking of the king of rome; his fingers didn't miss the opportunity to caress your clitoris in a circular way. you saw him wet his fingers with his own saliva before inserting two of them into your sweet spot.
you muffled a moan, but it was useless as the boy on the other the line quickly noticed that something was wrong.
'hey, are you okay?' he asked confused and somewhat worried 'i thought i heard something' how cute.
yeonjun brought his face closer to your neck, biting and sucking gently 'put him on speaker' he said with his characteristic deep voice when he was in that mood.
and of course you did it.
'y-yeah, it's just that i'm a little shaken up from today's practice, you know, cheerleading stuff' you lied mercifully, because clearly you wouldn't say that there's a guy fingering you and that guy just happens to be choi yeonjun.
'on a saturday at ten at night?' you heard him laugh softly. looks like he's caught you red handed 'anyway, 'i wanted to know if we could get together monday morning to discuss about the work'.
'of course, at my house or at yours?'
'in mine. it's closer to your college, so i could take-' you couldn't hear him finish. yeonjun took your phone and ended the call suddenly, throwing it angrily on the bed.
before you could say anything to him, he grabbed your wrists with both hands and pushed them over your head, pressing his body closer to yours, preventing you from moving.
'what the fuck do you think you're doing?' you've seen him angry before, but he never got physical like now.
'what are you talking about? he just wants to be nice' he clicked his tongue and sighed heavily.
'yes, of course, and i was born yesterday' he replied with notorious sarcasm 'for you that's being nice, but for me that means he wants to fuck you in his flat and in his damn car'.
you widened your eyes in surprise and almost shocked, feeling a pressure in your chest that you had never experienced with him before.
'what the hell is wrong with you, yeonjun? you can't just think the worst of others. not everyone wants to wet their dick like you'.
'and you can't always think the best of others and believe that i'm the only one who wants to push you against the mattress, damn it' he spat angrily.
he quickly released you and moved away from you, walking away from your bed, walking out of the room. you got up and followed him to the front door.
'where do you think you're going?' you asked behind him, placing a hand on the door.
'finish this on your own, maybe thinking about soobin will help you cum quickly' he pushed you almost roughly and left your flat, slamming the door shut.
'damn son of a bitch'.
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almost a week since you and yeonjun last saw each other. you only exchanged glances in the hallways. sometimes you would see him train secretly, and you knew that he did it too.
but no one dared to approach.
throughout that week, you were with soobin and practicing tonight's performance together with your team. tonight, yeonjun and soobin were going to play on different teams.
and you were just afraid.
you looked in the toillet mirror one last time before heading out to the basketball hall, noticing that your ribbon was scruffy and your lipstick was not applied correctly.
the sound of the door opening and the familiar voice caused you to jump a little in place.
'what do you want, choi yeonjun?' you asked without even looking at him at all, you only saw his body resting comfortably on the cubicle doors in the mirror, arms crossed and with that gigantic smile of a mischievous cat.
he looks so attractive like that, that for a moment you forgot what an idiot he is.
'i just wanted to know if you were going to cheer for me tonight' he replied calmly, moving closer to you.
'and what if i don't? are you going to corner me like that day?'
he bit his lips lightly and then licked it. his big hands took your waist and he forced you to turn around, being face to face.
'come on, doll, we can't spend our whole lives pretending we don't exist'
he leaned down to your neck and placed little kisses there, just the way you always liked 'you're so hot when you're angry'.
you sighed and leaned your neck to give him better access, surrendering to him and his charms.
his lips touched yours, joining in a needy, hungry kiss. your hands tugged at his hair, making him moan against your mouth.
he lifted you over the sink and you quickly wrapped your legs around him, feeling the bulge of him pressing against your pussy.
you moved as best you could, trying to create friction between you and him. yeonjun laughed in between the kiss.
'you're itching to fuck already, mmh?' you nodded 'ask me and i'll grant you the wish'.
you squeezed your eyes and sighed 'please, fuck me'.
he laughed again against your lips 'wish granted'.
you gasped when he practically ripped off your underwear and pulled you even closer to him. he removed his shorts and boxer, stroked his base a few times before fully entering and thrusting inside of you with a single thrust.
you heard him moan in relief once he hit rock bottom 'god, i missed this pussy so much'.
you leaned back a bit, touching your back against the mirror. you grabbed his hair again and pulled him close to you, connecting your lips against his.
you bit his lip as his fingers moved in a circular motion over your clit, pushing three fingers inside.
kisses distributed on your collarbones and chest almost make you explode.
the way he would go in and out would drive you crazy, how he would go deep and then not.
yeonjun held you tightly, hugging his body to yours. that is what definitely made you start moving desperately, chasing your orgasm.
'aw, are you about to cum?' he gently caressed your cheek as if you were an adorable little animal 'tell me, did you cum thinking about that idiot the other day?'
you denied 'no, i thought of you'.
he half smile, satisfied with your answer 'who makes you cum?'
'you' muttered.
'say it louder' he grabbed you again and pushed himself hard 'I'm not listening, baby'.
'you' another push 'you' another one 'god, you'.
and you clung to him as if your life depended on it, moaning in his ear, feeling safe.
as it has always been.
the heavy eddies and knots appeared, the approaching heat and the familiar feeling in your belly took you over.
and he kissed you like he never did before.
and you felt something you had never felt before.
he hugged you tenderly and you could feel his heart beating like you had never heard it before, smelling his perfume in a new way and from a different point of view.
and when he moved away, you were already missing him.
'make yourself pretty, but not so cute because you're going to distract me' he laughed coquettishly, winking at you before leaving.
another time you would have rolled your eyes, but this time your heart jumped and your cheeks turned pink and filled with an unknown felling.
you also went out into the hallway and saw him leave, turning his back on you.
from not-so distant you heard his faithful devotees who were waiting for him, who received him with his characteristic nickname and insane applause,
starboy, starboy, starboy!
and you just smiled, knowing that that name would never be the same for him if you weren't the one who told him.
and you knew that it will never change.
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faelyncore · 7 days
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WE GOT MARRIED. txt, beomgyu
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synopsis. y/n is a famous singer in korea who made her debut just last year. but then suddenly it’s announced that a popular korean reality show we got married is coming back. and she will star in it, together with choi beomgyu of txt
pairing. soloist y/n x choi beomgyu
genre. social media au, fluff, humor, angst
status. coming soon!
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minnieves · 11 months
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Soobin spitting in your mouth already filled with his cum 👀👀
warnings: praising, spitting, soft dom, and slight cum play.
summary: the messier you look, the more soobin wants to ruin you.
"hey," soobin called your attention when he arrived at the cafe. he gave you a soft kiss on your temple before sitting in front of you. he tilted his head to one side while he looks at you. "you look dull? i mean that not to offend you. just, y'know. are you tired?"
"not at all!" you said sarcastically. moving your hand in the air to prove your sarcasm. soobin grabbed your hand while he squeeze them lightly. a worried look on his face. "come closer," you said waving him in.
"hmm?" he hummed. his dimple on his right cheek showing as he lean towards you. "is there something wrong?"
"can you fuck my face?" you asked him. making him scoff at your question. moving back to his seat. an unreadable expression on his face. he looked at you up and down. moving forward to lean on the palm of his hand. "i'm serious."
"you want to use me, to destress?" he asked, carefully. like he's trying to find the loophole to your request. watching you lean forward biting your lower lip. his eyes following your movements before meeting your eyes.
"no, i want you to use me," you said, smiling. like you didn't ask him the most ridiculous thing he has heard today. you've had sex before. however, you rarely take initiatives or explore much. letting him decide how to fuck. making him smirk in his seat.
"oh look at you," soobin cooed. the back of his finger caressing your cheek. you're now in his bedroom. sitting down on the floor with nothing on. sitting between soobin's thighs, shaking from your previous orgasm. "you look so beautiful."
you look up at soobin. his thumbs caressing your cheek making you close your eyes. one of his thumb grazing your lower lips that you part them open for them. sucking on the tip of his fingers like it was his cock.
"do you want my cock?" he asked you, pulling his thumb off to gently tap your cheek. as if to pull you out from your trace, making you look at him. opening your eyes while you nod at him. "how about we use our words?"
"can i please suck soobinnie's cock?" you asked in a sweet voice. like the words that you utter were not filthy. just like how soobin wanted to hear. seeing how his cock twitch in front of you.
"don't touch," he remind you as you kneel higher. soobin helping you by placing his tip on your lips. "baby, open."
you parted your lips. eyes not breaking contact with his as you wrap your lips around his cock. gently sucking on his tip. swirling your tongue against it before taking a few more inches in.
you closed your eyes as you bob your head. taking an inch more every time you do. loving how his cock beats against your tongue. you feel one hand comb your hair before using them to push your further om his cock.
"love your mouth," he groaned. holding your head in place as he thrust his cock gently on your tongue. you did ask him to fuck your mouth. his slow and shallow thrusts turning into deeper and harder ones. "you're so good. just a huge fuck toy."
you hummed on his cock. opening your jaw wider as you accommodate soobin's size. the tip of your nose rubbing against his abdomen. he gave a few more shallow thrusts before pulling away. a strand of saliva seen as you parted.
"are you okay?" he asked you. one hand moving some hair away from your face. the other pumping his cock slowly as he looks at you. watching your expression. "i like you like this. looking dumb for some cock."
"i did ask you to fuck my mouth," you said. smiling at his words. eyes closing as you feel the warmth of his hand on your cheek. when you open your eyes, you train them to look at his cock. "that's all?"
"just checking up on you," he said. holding your jaw open as he align his cock back in your mouth. his tongue darting out as he watch you satiate yourself on his cock. "always so good for me."
you suck on his tip. sucking harder that your cheeks are caving in before soobin tapped your cheek. he held your head with both hands. thrusting inside your mouth. making you look up at his pleasured face before closing them.
"y/n, love, fuck," he muttered. throwing his head back as he thrusts more in your mouth. his hips occasionally rolling like it was your other hole that he's fucking. he looked down at you. watching you look so messy on his cock. "fuck, you're pretty."
you hear prayers of your name echoing the room. signifying that soobin is about to cum. you tried your best to suck on his cock while he fucks your mouth. mimicking the clenching of your muscles that he loves so much.
"i'm gonna cum," he told you. feeling his cock throb inside your mouth before pulling out. just enough that only his tip is inside your mouth. feeling his warm cum on your tongue. "hold it, don't swallow."
soobin pulled out. watching how some of his cum is seeping out of your mouth. he used to fingers to gather them. spreading them across your lips. your lips parted and mouth full of cum.
"pretty," he told you. gathering his saliva inside his mouth before letting them drip down onto your mouth. your eyes watching how lewd it looks. "swallow."
you swallowed. opening your mouth back again to look at him before feeling your tears pour out. soobin kneeled in front of you pulling you towards his his embrace. gently rocking you as he lulled you out of your emotions.
"i'm sorry. i'm just so stressed," you sobbed. holding him for dear life. letting him comb your hair out your face.
"do you want to bath?" he asked you. trying to glance at your crying face. he knew that you wanted to be used to feel of use. making him execute what you wanted him to do, without making you feel bad. "we can just cuddle y/n. you've always been good to me, my love."
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yawnzznspants · 7 months
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Yeonjun birthday event
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Car sex with yeonjun
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Genre: smut
Warnings: public sex?
Yeonjun is the type to get needy often. It's usually from random things too. He just can't help it. Like tonight when you put your feet up on the dash. Your long legs just turned him on. He'd try to hint at it by kissing your neck and acting flirty. "Junnie, just wait. We'll be home soon" you say as he attaches himself to your neck again. "Mhm please baby" he whined "we can't just fuck in the car jun" you reasoned. "Why not? People do it all the time" you rolled your eyes. You had to admit you were turned on by his neediness. They thought of someone seeing you was kind of exciting too. It wasn't likely at night anyway. "Fine. Just this once." You said. He immediately crawled into the backseat. You crawled in after him. He wasted no time in pulling you on his lap. You put your weight on his hard on, making him throw his head back. You joined your lips in a heated kiss. Yeonjun slipped his hand up your shirt, grabbing your breast. You moaned as you unbuttoned his pants. He hastily removed both of your clothes. He was desperate for you. His cock was red and leaking as you sank down onto it. Yeonjun moaned loudly, grinding you onto his cock. You sucked deep purple marks along his neck. His needy whines filled the car as you bounced up and down, shaking the car. Yeonjun was so lost in the pleasure. He wasn't going to last much longer. He circled your clit with his thumb. You let out a gasp. He wanted you to cum first. It was working. Your high was getting close. Yeonjun was trying his best to hold on, but your wet, clenching, pussy was making it difficult. You came seconds before him. You collapsed onto his chest as his hips bucked into yours. His hot load painted your walls. Yeonjun muttered incoherent praises and whimpers. You buried your face into his neck. "Fuck" "that was amazing " he panted. "You were amazing " you said. He chuckled. You stayed back there for awhile before driving home. He rewarded you for being so good to him when you got home.
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hueareloved · 4 months
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beomgyu who likes to sink his teeth into your bottom lip, chuckling deeply, finding your open mouthed mewls amusing, pulling on your lip hard, rutting his lower half against yours sharply, full fleshed out erection pressing harsher and harsher into that weeping spot between your plush thighs, both hands smoothing down your arms to intertwine fingers with yours, moving them up over your head, fingers holding your wrists down, biting down even harder to get a few more punched out whines, you hear your flesh pop, feel the muscle of it snap into itself, then the hot taste of iron fills yours and his mouth, beomgyu’s satisfied judging by the hum that he lets out, squeezing down some more before he pulls off mercifully, hovering to watch you with a bloody smirk. you’re about to close your drying mouth, throat begging for a swallow, when he disagrees, going ah-ah-ah, mockingly almost. oh, right — how could you forget? beomgyu’s thumb comes down to your swollen, wet lips, gently invading your mouth with it, parting them just a bit further, the rough digit pressing down on your tongue before his head jerked forward, and with a loud splat, you felt beomgyu’s warm saliva hit your throat. he grinned so smugly, patting your face condescendingly. of course, you swallowed immediately, smiling through your tears and shaky seam of your bleeding mouth. yep, he murmured. that’s my good girl.
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bb-eilish · 1 year
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Keep eating
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pairing; yeonjun x sick!gnreader
warnings; neck kissing, teasing, nothing serious, fluff, suggestive stuff, groping,
summary; simply being touched by yeonjun has you needy even if you are sick.
A/n; i thought this was a cute idea, enjoy!!
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“Here, Y/n. This should help with your fever.” He gently sets a bowl of cold seaweed soup on your nightstand. It smells delicious.
“Thank you, Yeonnie.” He offers a soft smile before crawling into the spot next to you. “Of course, eat up.” With a huff you push yourself into a sitting position and reach for the bowl, it’s cold against your calves as your pants have risen a bit from the crisscross-applesauce position you’re in. The first taste is borderline addicting, it always surprises you when Yeonjun makes such good food. Why can’t he cook every meal?
There’s not much that could distract you at the moment, but your boyfriend absentmindedly playing with the waistband of your pajama pants while scrolling on his phone is one of them. The touch has you remembering how long it’s been since you’ve both been intimate last, 2 whole weeks because of the stupid flu. Usually the simple touches wouldn’t have gotten to you, but you can’t help but yearn to feel him again.
Yeonjun seems to have noticed how you froze, spoon in mid air as you stare off into space. “Y/n?” He calls, the hand on your waistband moves to the top of your thigh and rubs in soothing motions, it only seems to worsen your current state. Before it ends up spilling all over you and your sheets, you move the bowl back to its original place on the furniture beside you and turn to Yeonjun. He raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles when you dive into his arms, your head snuggly fitting against his neck as you breathe him in.
“What’s the matter?” You can tell he’s worried and a part of you feels guilty for causing it, but at the moment you’re not able to think very clearly. His scent surrounds you and you wish to forgo the stuffy clothing you both are wearing. “Just missed you…” You trail off, nosing the expanse of his neck. Your hands drift down to the hem of his shirt and feel up the skin beneath it greedily. He’s warm and the ache between your thighs only becomes worse.
Yeonjun’s confused until the hand under his shirt digs its nails into his torso and drags you impossibly closer. He breathes out a laugh before speaking, “Y/n, you’re sick.” You let out a whine and dig your face further into his neck, nonverbally answering him.
“Y/n…” His voice cracks when you begin leaving rushed kisses under his ear, his hands grip your waist—ready to push you away at any given moment, but he doesn’t. He can’t deny how much he’s missed you, so his rational thinking is a little delayed. Especially when the hand under his shirt trails down to the waistband of the sweatpants he’s wearing and dips a finger or two teasingly beneath it.
It’s like there’s an angel and a devil on either one of his shoulders and they’re continuously arguing over what he should do next. The invisible devil seems to have won when his hands on your waist move down to get a good grip on your ass, the action has a needy whine bubbling against his neck from your mouth.
“Fuck, missed you too.” You smile in victory as he rolls you both over. Yeonjun leans down to kiss you but freezes, you sniffle for a second and it has him pulling away from you. The way your mouth is slightly open because you can’t breathe through your nose, the way your eyes are slightly red and glassy, …the way you’re still sick. His eyes soften and he sighs, he leans back down, planting a loving kiss to your warm temple before laying next to you again.
“Keep eating, Sweetie.” He mumbles.
“What? B-but, Junnie. I need you.” You look at him incredulously with a pout staining your lips. He simply brushes away strands of hair that fell in front of your eyes before he repeats himself softly. “Keep eating.”
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bigkpopstan · 11 months
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I’m addicted and I just can’t get enough - choi yeonjun
Title is from the song just can’t get enough by the black eyed peas
genre; suggestive, 18+ content.
warnings; implied sub yeonjun, gender neutral reader, inspired by yeonjun in a skirt, lying about the outfit looking soft. make out session, lovely couple bickering and sarcasm. oh the sentence “practically asking for it” but that’s bc junnie was like begging to be fucked in his outfit/the way he was acting (a little bratty) but that statement is iffy so I thought I’d mention it!! as always safe sane and consensual.
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When you walked into your shared bedroom you noticed your partner looking at himself in the mirror, he adjusted his top and the sweater he was wearing, fixing his hair and changing his stance every so often; not paying any mind to the fact that you walked into the room. if he even noticed at all.
you began walking slowly behind him as he continued to adjust his outfit and hair ever so slightly beginning to make little adjustments to his jewelry, you could see the cogs turning silently in his head.
“Whatever jewelry you pick is going to look good.” You finally broke the silence as you got closer. “This outfit looks so soft.” You brought your voice level down a notch as you finally reached your boyfriend, arms lifting to hold each side of his waist, fingers bunching the fabric in between them to feel the material as your head came to rest on his shoulder.
“You think so?” He questioned, tilting his head as his thinking face became a little more noticeable, lips pouting unconsciously as he glanced at you in the mirror. You hummed in his ear before giving a gentle kiss to his neck, mumbling a small “mhm” against his skin.
“You always look gorgeous yeonjun.” You inhaled, honey and vanilla filling your nose indicating he had just gotten out of the shower. You were finally able to get a good look at his outfit, it was a cream three-piece, and it looked like it had to be crocheted, a knee-lengthed skirt, a crop top, and a sweater; the sleeves of which your boyfriend had rolled up a little bit.
“Mmm, what shoes do you think I should wear with this outfit?” His attention was directed back at you in the mirror, his eyes full of genuine curiosity as his thinking pout stayed put on his plump lips. You hummed pretending to think as you used this as an excuse to check him out, your fingers tightening on his hips as your eyes were directed to where the top and skirt met and where some skin was showing. Yeonjun’s hands find their way over your own as he leans his head back to look at you almost properly.
“Whatever you want to wear.” You shrugged as he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Listen babe I know I give you the same answer every time, but whatever you pick is always good and you can be so critical of yourself. No matter what you’re very handsome okay?” You stared into his eyes as he rolled them again and went to complain but before he could you kissed his pouty lips to help ease the annoyance. This time when he rolled his eyes it was sarcastic as a smile and a small blush spread across his cheeks.
“You know what?” Yeonjun questioned deepening his voice a bit while adding his playful tone as he pulled away from your hold. He turned around to look at you as your eyebrows raised wondering what he was going to do next. His hands found their way to you as he pushed you backward and because the room was a decent size your knees were against the bed in no time causing you to fall on top of it.
“Can’t you help me plan an outfit for once? I am asking for your feedback,” yeonjun grabs the sides of his skirt pulling his up to his hips before his knees get placed on either side of your hips as he continues talking. “To help me plan an outfit and all you ever say is ‘whatever you want’ I’m glad you’re so supportive, I really am,” he gets comfortable on your lap as his arms wrap around your neck. “But can you please? Help me pick something. For once?” Yeonjun’s hand finds its way into the back of your head tangled in your hair as he tilts your head to make sure you’re making eye contact with him.
Your hands made their way to his bare thighs, squeezing them as you licked your lips before glancing down at Yeonjun’s own. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll try to be more helpful next time you want my input. Hm? Okay?” Yeonjun began playing with your hair rather than forcing you to look at him as he hummed, pretending to think for a second.
Yeonjun’s face broke into a little smile, “Good, thank you! That’s all I was asking.” He made a face signifying that he was proud of himself and his accomplishment as he continued to make eye contact with you. You bit your lips again as one of your hands began traveling up from his thigh to the hem of his top, sliding under it, beginning to caress his stomach with your finger feeling how soft his skin is. Proximity allows you to hear his breath hitch as his back arches almost unnoticeably, his hair beginning to stand up all over his body.
“I uh-I have somewhere to be,” Yeonjun announced a warning, for the both of you, a reminder that you don’t have time to be sexually intimate. His eyes traveled all over your face for a reaction as you nodded, hand traveling further up his top. Yeonjun’s breath hitched again in anticipation, back arching a little more as his eyes closed, head leaning back.
“Baby,” you whispered, bringing your face closer in on his neck and shoulder junction. “You have somewhere to be but you’re practically asking for it right now.” You teased, lips centimeters from his ear. Yeonjun bit his lip. Between you whispering in his ear and your fingers beginning to circle but not yet giving direct stimulation to one of his sensitive nipples, he’s not sure how long he’ll last, especially when he has to leave soon.
Yeonjun whines as he released his lip from his teeth. “We can…continue this when I get back but I really have to leave soon.” The disappointment was obvious in his statement, you could hear the pout as his hand pulled you closer by the back of the head and tangled in your shirt. You pouted before leaving soft kisses on his jawline followed by his neck.
“Fine…but let me have you for just a little bit longer before you leave. Hm?” You spoke against his neck, continuing to leave soft kisses as your hands traveled back to his hips, gripping tightly. Yeonjun sighed as he leaned his head to the side to give you more access to his neck.
“Only a little bit longer…I don’t want this to end either. Just don’t leave any visible marks.” His voice was stern in the last sentence. “I’ll be back before we both know it and then we won’t have to stop or wait.” You nodded in his neck as you began trailing your kisses one by one closer to his lips. Yeonjun lifted his head back up to look at you with starry eyes before you began kissing everywhere but his lips. He whined as you did so causing you to laugh a bit before finally kissing him on the lips.
Yeonjun’s hand found its way back to the back of your head pulling you closer to deepen the kiss as his lips parted waiting for you to take the lead. Yeonjun let you lead the make-out session for a bit before you both needed some air, chests heaving up and down as you began kissing down his neck again, even moving his sweater and top out of the way to kiss more of his warm bare skin. Yeonjun’s face scrunched as he whined.
“Now I really have to go. Before I’m late, I’m sorry. We can continue this later. Then you’ll have me all to yourself yeah?” Yeonjun pushed you away from his body as he continued trying to catch his breath, nodding at you, hoping you let him go because if you asked nicely he would probably through his plans out the window.
You nodded, whispering “Yeah, okay.” As you began catching your breath again as well. Yeonjun nodded back as he forced himself to stand up, fixing his skirt, pulling it back down before leaning down to peck your lips a few times. “I’ll see you later, yeah? Stay up for me if I stay out late.”
“Of course.” You stood up to walk him to the bedroom door. “Again you look so good, I already can’t wait to see you later.” You checked him out as he walked in front of you. You could sense him rolling his eyes.
“Mhm thanks, I know. Try not to miss me too much.” He spoke as he looked over his shoulder at you while he grabbed the door handle to let himself out. You rolled your eyes before a muffled smacking sound hit both of your ears from your hand making contact with his ass through the skirt. The last thing you heard from him before he left was a mix between a whine and a groan.
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jistagrams · 3 months
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pls make more beomgyu texts pls I’ll buy u concert tickets
closest seat pls! 😗
texts with beomgyu (pt 2)
p: bf!beomgyu x gf!reader
w: suggestive asf, reader has fem pronouns
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kiztae · 1 year
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give you everything ― k.taehyun x f.reader
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word count: 1,9k. 
genre: best friends to lovers, love triangle (sort of), angst, suggestive.
summary: when your ex-best friend gets drunk at a party, you take care of him. however, past memories and feelings come back and things take a turn.
cw: metions of alcohol consumption, slightly under the influence, making out, marking, grinding. 
note: my first work and first post on tumblr, hope you enjoy it.
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“i need to get you away from all this.” you say while looking around the room and then back at him. “c’mon, get up.”
after sitting beside taehyun  for what felt like hours, you got up to get him out of the room.
taking care of him meant you had to constantly bring him glasses of water and make sure he kept himself conscious. taehyun doesn’t usually drink a lot, so this is new to you.
he always thought people who got too drunk at parties were dumb for doing things like that in public. but now, he’s the one sitting on the floor against the wall, trying to regain his composure.
you grab taehyun’s arm and then place your hand on his waist to hold him up next to you. his ears show a shade of pink at your bold touch but he keeps it hidden. he tries to shrug you off and mumbles something about not wanting to move, but you’re not letting him stay there any longer.
“i don’t wanna leave. i'm fine y/n... really.” he says while talking at a slow speed, like he was fighting for those words to come out.
you ignore his remarks as you walk out the room. once you reach the hall you take a glance at the rooms and decide that the bedroom at the end of the hall would be a calmer place. 
“all i want is for you to get better, and that room was the worst place to sober up. you’re already doing good, so just do as i say okay?” you retort as you make your way to the center of the room and reach for the bed, sitting him on the edge of it.
“whatever.” he slurs while lazily looking around the room and then at you.
you take the bottle of water you had brought and then hand it to him as you sit down on the other edge of the bed. as he drinks the water you look up to the ceiling and start reflecting about the past. 
it has been a while since you talked to taehyun. after you started to go out with his best friend nicholas, things felt more distant. not awkward, just, distant.
you met taehyun through nicholas a while ago. you guys went bowling and he introduced you to some of his friends: taehyun being one of them. 
after that bowling night, taehyun reached out to you to hang out more often. and so, you two became best friends. you would eat out, watch movies or most of the time, just talk.
however, he wasn’t the only one hanging out with you. you were still going out with nicholas regularly at that time, and you guys were closer than ever. taehyun knew this, and for some reason it bothered him. he didn’t want to accept it, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he liked you, from the very start. he knew it was wrong, how could he like the same girl as his best friend? so, he decided to keep quiet and he never said anything ; until one day. 
it happened around two weeks ago, on a wednesday afternoon: you and taehyun were eating some sweets after walking around town. he always bought you sweets, he knew you loved them. you two decided to eat them while sitting in front of the shop. you had called for an uber and while waiting for it you two chatted about whatever crossed your mind.
“hey,” taehyun cut the conversation while he stared at the cars passing by “i need to tell you something.”
“sure... what is it?” you said keeping your eyes on the cars, slightly concerned by his serious tone. you both wouldn’t look at each other.
“i..” he paused. “i had feelings for you.”
you frowned and kept looking at the road, you were about to say something in response but he cut you off.
“but i don’t anymore. i liked you and it’s in the past.” he continued while avoiding your gaze. “you’re going out with nicholas and he’s my bestfriend. i don’t want to lose him, or you.” he states.
“i liked you too, a while back.” you stared at the cars going at a fast speed as you reflected on this. you recently had a feeling he liked and you kept it away for the same reasons as him. 
“it’s all in the past, right? we-” taehyun asked you, but it felt like he asked himself that too. “we’re good like this, right?”
“i-“ as you try and answer him, your uber calls. you look at the car and then back at him as you walk off, sighing. “i have to go.”
“how’s nicholas doing?” says taehyun from the other side of the bed, suddenly cutting your train of thought.
your best friend is doing his best to sober up and here you are thinking about useless things. get a grip y/n, you thought.
“he’s okay. haven’t seen him in a bit tho.” you reply while looking to the side. 
“oh. why?” he asks while staring at you. 
“i told him i didn’t want to see him for some time, i’ve got some stuff i need to sort out.” you sigh. why would he ask about him now? it annoyed you, for an unknown reason. “anyway, i think you’re feeling better aren’t you?”
he let out a small chuckle and he waved the empty water bottle at you. “yup, all thanks to you.”
he looked a bit tipsy but that was it. he definitely felt better and you deemed it to be the right time to leave the room. you stood up and rearranged your dress that had ridden up to your thighs. taehyun’s eyes lingered on them until he looked up to you. 
“wait, you're leaving?” he questions while looking disappointed. 
“yeah.. i think you’re good, so i'm gonna go back to my friends.” you answer while looking back at him and giving him a small smile. you turn your back and reach for the door until you feel something grab your hand.
“but i don’t want you to leave.” taehyun says as he grabs your hand and stands behind you.
you ground yourself and resist the urge to turn around. you can feel his breath behind you as he sighs. your cheeks start to warm up at the thought of him being close to you again. 
“can i-” he looks down “can i kiss you? please y/n” he says quietly. 
you turn around and look at him. your flustered expression must say it all since he talks again before you can reply. 
“just-” his eyes are fixed on yours “just once, it won't hurt us, i swear.” then, his eyes travel down to your lips.
“no..” you look down “taehyun i’m sorry but i don’t think that’s good neither of us.” you retort.
he sighs and lets go of your hand to run his hand through his hair in frustration. he felt bad after asking for that so shamelessly. “i’m sorry.”
you don’t know why but your heart aches. you know it wouldn’t be right so you reach for the door again, without looking back. you’re about to step but you pause and look down, burying your face in your palms. 
“fuck.” you groan in exasperation. you stood there for a few seconds until you could feel taehyun's smirk from behind you. 
taehyun’s eyes lock with yours as you turn your head to the side and you feel like your breath got caught in your throat. his eyes are slightly glossy as they burn into yours. you look down at his lips and then look back up to meet his piercing gaze.
“i knew you’d stay.” he whispers as he glares at you from the bed. he stands up and snatches your waist to hold you.
taehyun keeps pulling you into his embrace and you swear both of his hands on you, could break your waist. his touch makes your head spin and your breath quicken. 
“just a kiss.” he slurs as he joins his forehead with yours and presses his body closer to you, making you feel all of him. you feel the heat coming off his body, and his breath is so clear against you that it makes your face feel hot. adding the scent of vodka and sandalwood radiating off his body, you become gradually intoxicated by him.
“taehyun..” you hesitate. your voice comes out so low, that if it weren’t for the proximity between you both, he wouldn’t have heard it. “just one kiss.” you comply.
finally gaining confirmation, he wastes no time in grabbing the back of your neck to pull you closer and connect his lips with yours. his other hand travels down to grasp your hip with so much force it makes you let out a small gasp. taehyun’s kiss is ignited with desire. it’s so rough that it almost feels desperate. 
you feel like your legs are gonna give out any second with the way he handles you, turning into mush. his tongue slides against your bottom lip asking for permission, you let out a small moan as you open your mouth for him and he swears your moans could kill him. he never lets his mouth leave yours as he clumsily brings you to the bed in hurried movements.
he sits down and lifts you onto his lap without effort. god, those gym sessions really pay off, you think. his hands roam around your body and he feels whatever he can, making you let out shaky breaths between actions. your crotch lands on his suddenly causing friction. 
you moan at the sudden contact and you break the kiss. your eyes trail down his body: his ruffled hair, now red and puffy lips from all the kissing, his toned biceps, and lastly, his defined v-line exposed by his shirt that had ridden up. you felt a pool form between your legs as you stared at him in awe. 
taking advantage of your ogling, taehyun started doing the same to you. he studied your face, glowing with the glints of light that came into the room, then he observed your body, starstruck by the way your chest was heaving with each breath you took. it was as if he was memorizing every part of you, in fear of never seeing it again.
“a kiss isn’t enough.” he groans as he latches onto your neck and starts to kiss and bite every spot on it. “i need all of you.”
you latch onto him as his hands grip your ass, while he keeps his attack against your neck and collarbone, marking you. with one sharp bite on your collarbone your body reacts instinctively and you rub yourself against his crotch, making him let out a broken whimper.
“oh god” he says between bites. “you’re gonna kill me y/n.” he growls, holding on to your hips to keep them in place with so much force that you’re sure it will bruise you. 
“taehyun...” you call in a broken tone. “give me more.”  
he’s certain that he’s done for once those words leave your lips. he inches you closer to his crotch and makes you rub against it again, kissing you furiously. you pant, feeling his hot breath against your skin. he feels like his entire body is in flames, his mind clouded with you. your body, your voice, your scent, all of you, in his hold.
“don’t worry baby. i’ll give you everything.”
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navyhyuck · 7 months
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sweet thing — 1k words, choi yeonjun
warnings: explicit marijuana usage, shotgunning (..again), some kissing, frat president! boyfriend! stoner!yeonjun, a true and very accurate portrayal of what frat boys really want (a girlfriend lol), probably unrealistic infatuation and slightly possessive/jealous behavior, college party culture, frat boys!txt
a/n: if anyone was wondering, yes, i would be so down to have a stoner bf. not that i’m encouraging smoking of any sort, including weed, so don’t do drugs <3 and yes, i have a teeny tiny little fantasy about how it’d be like to date a frat boy, don’t ask. also… never underestimate the power of yawnzzn, he knows exactly what he’s doing. moral of the story: find yourself a sweet, real nice person that is obsessed with you!! don’t settle for less babes :]
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you know what they say: good, sweet boyfriends always get their girl high before they’ve even taken a hit.
yeonjun is no different, a selfless soul, truly, the kind of addict that keeps pre-rolled joints stored in all sorts of places, always making sure you’re satisfied before he’s even begun. you don’t need much either, considering he’s the more experienced one, perching you on his lap and watching your lips wrap around his joint, smiling when he hears a light hum leave your chest. ah, yes, he treats his girl so well.
even when he’s the president of his frat, constantly hurdled with duties here and there: rush week, pledging, community service, partying—he’ll always make time in his busy schedule to see you. even if it means sitting on the bed of his trashed bedroom, fastening his arms around your waist, only getting high from the smoke you give him. really, he couldn’t ask for anything more.
his favorite part is when you surprise him at his parties, not always your favorite setting, dressed up so perfectly to him (baggy jeans and a t-shirt, a real turn on), sending your boyfriend the most stunning smile when you see him. his brothers scoff at the sight of you, namely the insufferable external vice president beomgyu (who still hasn’t satiated his deep desire to find a girlfriend), strutting away with such a sway that it makes you giggle. 
“hi sweetheart,” yeonjun’s dripping honey already, pulling you to sit on his lap, pressing his fingertips carefully against your arm. he’s far gone, you realize, from the way he’s absolutely dazed, licking his lips slowly from the dryness, trailing his eyes on yours lazily. “i’m so glad you came.”
“mhm, i know,” you’re running a hand through his hair, the dusted pink color slowly growing to your liking. he leans into your touch, closing his hand around your wrist and sniffing. he’s exhaling loudly, eyes closed and head rocking back, one would think he’s getting off to the smell of you, as if you’d worn that mythical pheromone perfume he gifted you on your birthday. “you fucking pervert…”
“you smell good,” is all he mutters, letting you massage his scalp, chuckling when you curse at him again. a few seconds pass in the quiet bliss before he’s coming back to his senses, sitting up so fast you nearly topple off of him. “fuck, y/n, you’re sober.” it makes him frown slightly; of course, he can’t let you stay like that.
there’s nothing more attractive to him than the way you look when you’re taking hits—a little goes a long way—leaning back against him, eyelashes fluttering as the smoke bellows around you. he’s so pliant, patient with you as he doesn’t even let you hold the joint, exhaling smoke into your mouth every so often to see your crazed smile. the way your lips ghost past his, teasing in an attempt to be coy, oh, it makes him a mad man.
and it comes to a particular point in the night when you’re all giggly once again, laughing sweetly at the incredibly shitty jokes internal vice president soobin is making, making small talk with treasurer taehyun, even thanking (god forbid) secretary kai when he hands you a water bottle, and yeonjun’s locked a permanent arm around your waist. shit–his eyes are darting around, an incredulous look on his face–do all his brothers want to fuck his girl?
“don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter as your boyfriend whispers liquid jealousy, nodding your head as kai rambles on about how his president had him cleaning toilets for days. the one thing you ever hear from yeonjun’s brothers are complaints, of course, on how he runs this excuse of a fraternity. he’s now giving death glares to any man that comes within a ten foot radius of you, snapping at them to leave you alone, pressing you closer to him with every passing moment.
oh, of course, now he’s gotten possessive.
“my girl,” he’s sighing, lighting yet another joint to place against your lips, watching you relish in the feeling. his heart swells, nearly bursts from the way you laugh breathlessly, kissing at the very corner of his lips, pulling away when he chases after you. white smoke blurs his vision, but he’s still staring. “c’mere princess, share with me.”
you do, parting your boyfriend’s lips with your hand, looking directly into his eyes–pupils blown to the max, shaking–and exhaling. he can’t help but press his mouth against yours, trapping the smoke, grasping at the fabric of your shirt, searching for a nothingness to bring you impossibly closer. you’re caught off-guard, however, gripping his shoulders to keep him in place, kissing him back hesitantly. still in a public setting, you know, you can feel his brothers’ eyes starting to prickle at your back.
you’re so lucky he’s the president, you’re thinking with your eyes screwed shut, tongue pressing against yeonjun’s, waiting patiently for the high to hit. when it does, you can tell, the way his lips messily move against yours, kissing so loudly you know it’s indecent; after all, you hate pda when you’re sober, yet your brain’s fuzzy now, leaving you with quiet giggles bubbling in your chest. it’s so funny to you, suddenly, even when you’re curled up on your boyfriend’s lap, lazily inhaling as he presses the joint to your lips once again, grinning as you let him have a taste too.
and in all of that, when his lips leave a ghost trail on your neck, as your head floats far above the clouds, there’s nothing better he can think of. you’re the best thing he’s ever had, no denying that. even the faint crash of an empty vodka bottle doesn’t catch his attention, nor the yelling voice of the external vice president, the complaints and whines and one-sided argument, it’s all his imagination at this rate.
“–and fuck you, yeonjun, stop fucking your girl on our goddamn couch!”
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༊*·˚ nobody but you | KANG TAEHYUN
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ᰔᩚ pairing: bsf!!taehyun x gn!reader
ᰔᩚ genre: oneshot; bsf2l, fluff, suggestive
ᰔᩚ warnings: intimate, confession, physical affection, kisses, makeout, petname; sweetheart, reader plays hard to get(?), taehyun carries reader at the end (he's a strong boy <3)
ᰔᩚ wc: 1.1k
ᰔᩚ a/n: happy 22nd birthday to the my first love out of five, kang taehyun <3 I was in my feels when I wrote this so enjoy :') song that inspired me this time: double take - dhruv
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The crisp afternoon breeze tickles your lungs as you take a deep inhale before exhaling with a needed stretch. You make your way to the terrace of the airbnb that you and your best friend had booked for the weekend and you see him in his black sherpa fleece sitting in front by the glass panel.
"Hey, why didn't you wake me up? I overslept." You pull a chair and join him, scooting your seat close to him with no gap between.
"You looked too peaceful to wake up." He reasons.
The both of you are looking out at the empty beach, waiting for the waves to roll in until they fade out again, your arm linked with his but his hand rests by the inside of your wrist.
He begins skimming lazy strokes with his blunt fingernails up and down the inside of your wrist, gradually pushing up the hem of your sleeve for him to do so. The feather-like pressure only brought tingles up your forearm and to your shoulders, emitting a little shudder.
It was comfortable.
He continues his motions, as he hums a tune that's been stuck in his head, but you recognise it easily.
"I haven't head that song for ages." You speak up.
He hums. "Mhm, it's been two years since it came out. But it's timeless, I must say."
You nod slowly, smiling at his appreciation towards the artist and the song as he rests his chin on your shoulder, noticing the way the warmth of his breath fans across your exposed skin by your collar.
"You know," he starts, voice low by your ear, "I once learnt that other than your erogenous zones, the inside of your wrist up to the palm of your hand is just as sensitive."
"Mmh, makes sense why you like to do this. Who else do you do this to?" You tease, knowing that Taehyun would definitely tell you if there was someone in the picture, right?
"You know I don't do this to anyone else." He mumbles by your shoulder before placing a gentle kiss.
"You sure? What happened to that person you told me about awhile ago?"
"Silly, it's awhile ago because I'm no long interested in them." He finger quoted.
"So who are you interested in?" You turn to look at your best friend, faces only mere millimetres apart, waiting for his eyes to meet yours.
"You." He says, voice husky.
You retreat, sitting back as your face scrunches in disbelief, not entirely convinced that this beauty of a man chose you out of all the people he has been with.
All he does is huff out of amusement from your reaction. He's always loved that about you.
"You know you're the only one who I have eyes for, right?"
He kisses your shoulder again, this time his lips lingering and trailing up over the thin material of your long sleeved top until you felt his soft lips borderline crossing the neckline by the base of your neck.
"I beg to differ. You're bluffing, surely."
Taehyun grabs the side of your chair, swiftly turning it around so you're directly facing him, also shifting his chair to face you. He plants his hands on either side of the metal arm rests, leaning into you again, almost hovering, leaving a few centimetres between you.
"And if I kiss you, would that convince you?"
"I don't know, you could just be kissing anyone." You say nonchalantly paired with a shrug.
You've never felt so much attention on your lips, especially from Kang Taehyun himself. Only now you've seen him so focused on them, making the corner of your lips quirk up from the thought.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that otherwise I'd feel offended." He feigned a hurt tone.
You chuckle beneath him, and he melts at the sight of your smile that always caught him lacking.
"You have pretty lips, you know?" You say as you lift your hand to cup his cheek, moving your thumb so it brushes against his bottom lip.
"Yeah?"
Taehyun smirks at the gesture, sensing the playful tension now lost and replaced by something unnamed, something that is yet to be confirmed.
"I think you should kiss me if you think so." He whispers lowly, awaiting your response.
"I think I will." You say confidently, tugging at the collar of his fleece as you draw him closer to you.
As your eyes shut, the sensation of your lips colliding almost has you floating, both sighing into the kiss like you've waited for months on end. You bring your fingers up to mess with his hair, running through his wavy locks with the occasional gentle tugs.
He doesn't wait to rest a hand by the side of your neck and the other by your waist, squeezing the area for you to shift onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Your teeth clash from the movement, but they eventually mold together as you steady your arms over his shoulders.
The faint sound of the waves rolling onto the sand, clashing against some odd rocks on the beach is accompanied by the sound of both of your heavy breathing and Taehyun's gentle hums until he pulls away briefly.
"I like you. A lot. And only you." He says between chaste kisses. "God, it's always been you, sweetheart."
Just as you see the tips of his ears turning a blush pink under his brown locks, you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. He was always so sweet to you, but this? Your knees felt like they buckled despite sitting comfortably in his lap.
"Really? I couldn't tell." Your playful smile returns to your lips as you continue to tease him, feeling the way he huffs again.
"I can show you then? If you want me to." His lips latches delicately on the skin of your neck, showering the area with lightly kisses that has your eyes shutting, focusing on the tingly sensation spreading like a wildfire.
You move your arms so they're hooked from under his arms, hand splayed and resting high on his shoulder blades, maintaining this closeness between your warm bodies. You experiment with a light scratch through his outerwear, yet you still manage to earn a low groan from him as you whisper in his ear.
"Please. I like you. I want you."
"Good. That was the only right answer." He chuckles lightly.
Catching you off-guard, he has one hand under your thighs and the other on your mid back as he stands, knocking back the chair with the back of his leg before carrying you back into your shared bedroom.
The bed unmade; pillows not by the headboard and half of the comforter hanging on the edge of the bed. But it was fine. You had a feeling Taehyun wouldn't mind a bit of a mess anyway — the mess not limited to just the bed itself.
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