#sub yeonjun

[koqabear]

love fool ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

♫: Seven, Jungkook // Lovefool, The Cardigans // I only want to be with you, Tommy february6

“In which Yeonjun is more than willing to show you the lengths he’ll go for you.”

yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, inspired by “Seven” mv, fluff, angst, smut

Word count: 10.6K

warnings: don’t take this story seriously pls. it’s ridiculous. yj is clingy. and emotional. and a bit pathetic. the mc is avoidant… and a bit of a bitch ! Lack of communication smh, a bit toxic if u squint ur eyes but it’s supposed to be cute idk (seven mv type toxic skdjdj) yj is a frat boy & a himbo (pick a struggle, pls), arguing, mc has acrylic nails, use of the phrase “boyfriend-girlfriend” bc i’m obsessed w it

smut warnings: mean dom!mc, sub!yj, (mentions of dom!yj) service top!yj, unprotected sex, manhandling (m. rec), hairpulling, name calling, (bitch, stupid, slut, etc) pet names (baby, good boy), dry humping, biting, marking, scent kink (?), scratching, dumbification, dacryphilia, forced orgasm (kinda), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, yj rambles. a lot. breast play, handjob, humiliation, creampie, subspace, implied oral (f. rec) (lemme know if i should add anything!)

Notes: fucking hate arguing with men w/ pretty puppy eyes like i will fuck the shit outta y-

Yeonjun hates when you’re mad at him. It makes him feel guilty and leaves him with a gross feeling in his stomach, pouty and annoying as his friends are always left to deal with the mess. 

It doesn’t happen often— he tries his hardest not to make you mad, always saying yes and going above and beyond with you— he loves to please you and make you happy, which is exactly why it hits harder when you look at him like you never want to see him again. 

“I don’t want to see you around, don’t talk to me!”

But sometimes, he just can’t help it. 

He seriously doesn’t know what he did wrong— there were no anniversaries forgotten, no plans he stood you up on, no petty arguments— and yet, here he sits, sinking into his couch and burrowed in blankets as his friends try to get him to come out of his cocoon, all with no success.

“Is she mad at you again?” Beomgyu asks, his voice muffled despite sitting on top of Yeonjun— literally, he couldn’t feel his legs— and he hears him groan at the sight of Yeonjun nodding under the mass of blankets, cursing quietly to himself and undoubtedly rolling his eyes, “dude, what did you do?”

“I don’t knowww,” Yeonjun cries out, throwing the blankets off him and onto Beomgyu as he whines— he watches as Beomgyu flails about for a second, running his hands through his hair as he continues to stress about you, “she— she said she didn’t wanna see me again, but I miss her…”

“Fuck, she’s probably just saying that because she wants space— dude, are you crying?”

“What if she was breaking up with me?” Yeonjun asks, and Beomgyu is amazed to see the way his wide eyes are welling up with tears; god, he’s actually crying now, the sight childish and unhinged as he watches his (older) friend sniffle and hiccup through his sentences, “what if— what if she— she, she, she really meant it— god, I don’t wanna break up, I don’t even know what I did wronggg!”

“Okay, okay,” Beomgyu grimaces, watching the way his friend breaks down before his eyes; his hand is stiff and awkward as it pats Yeonjun’s back, trying his best to comfort him, wincing at the way Yeonjun only cries harder, “It’s… probably nothing, I’m sure she’ll talk to you again tomorrow, or once she’s calmed down.”

“You think?” Yeonjun asks, peeking through his hands and up at Beomgyu with sparkling eyes, full of hope as Beomgyu can only crack a nervous smile.

“Yeah,” he says, patting Yeonjun’s back again in reassurance, “Yeah— just, be patient, okay?”

Patient is the last word one would use to describe Yeonjun. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

MONDAY

This is it. 

Yeonjun has been waiting all weekend for this moment (Or just Sunday, to be more accurate), restless on his feet as he finds himself pacing back and forth— he’s nibbling at his lip nervously, arms sore and tired from the weight of the gift he holds in his hands; a bouquet of your favorite flowers, pristine and in full bloom— it’s large and quite heavy as it practically covers his face, but Yeonjun knew that a small bouquet would do nothing to show his love for you. 

He would try to talk to you as soon as your class ended. He needed to know what he did wrong, and he sure as hell would not do it again. You didn’t text him after the argument, and it only left him uneasy at the thought of you really wanting to end things.

He didn’t want to lose you. Not like this. 

Admittedly, he got a bit ahead of himself— he’s been waiting outside for the past half hour, arriving much too early as he stood out in the hall awkwardly— at some point, he tried peeking into the small, rectangular window next to the door, hunched over slightly and pouting as he scanned the room for you. 

When he spotted you, he was delighted to see you had already been looking at him. 

He couldn’t contain the wide smile that stretched across his face, waving at you excitedly in hopes you’d do the same— unable to realize that the whole class was now looking at him, he was confused to watch the way your face screwed up into an expression of sheer embarrassment, shielding your face with your hand and looking away as some students began following his line of sight. 

Why did you do that? You were ignoring him, and it hurt like a bitch as Yeonjun frowned. His mind was racing as he began wondering what he might’ve done wrong— he was so focused, in fact, that he failed to notice the professor blocking his view, his reaction time much too slow as his eyes flickered up to meet the man’s gaze. Flustered, he backed away quickly, his face heating up as he bowed in apology— he hugged the bouquet close to his chest as he did, mumbling out a soft sorry the man probably couldn’t even hear. 

You, on the other hand, could hear the way your professor laughed at Yeonjun’s actions, absolutely mortified by the way he turned around and began to joke to the class, saying that “It looks like someone here has an admirer,” whilst looking in your direction, your classmates laughing along before he went back to his lecture.

Shit, this was so embarrassing. 

Yeonjun is so fucking stupid, you cry to yourself, peeking over at the doorway in hopes that he took the hint and left— but no, he definitely didn’t, because you could still see his figure through the window, leaning against the wall and holding an item the size of his whole upper body close to his chest. 

The last thing you wanted to do was go outside and see him— but that’s exactly what happened anyway, even if you lingered behind once class ended in hopes that Yeonjun would get impatient and wait— patience was never his strongest virtue, after all. 

But for you, anything could change. 

This is exactly why you find him outside the door, face hidden with what is, to your surprise, a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

Fuck, you seriously don’t want to talk to him right now. Gritting your teeth, you use this moment to sneak past him, a slight guilt tugging at you as you look back, spotting the way he seems oblivious to the fact that you’ve left already. 

Looking back was your first mistake.

Because Yeonjun, in a truly creepy fashion, is almost able to sense it, whipping his head to you and perking up at the way you only walk faster— then begin sprinting, refusing to look back again once he starts chasing after you. 

“Baby,” you hear him call out to you, the ridiculous rustling of his bouquet slightly muffling his words as his footsteps thud against the tiles; for an athlete, you’d expect him to catch up to you already, but you quietly pat yourself on the back for the slight head start you gave yourself. 

“Baby, wait!” he continues to yell, ignoring the strange stares from those passing by, “Please, let me talk to you!” 

“I don’t wanna talk!” you growl out, your emotions taking over as you remember why you’re mad at him, “leave me alone!”

You’re outside now; you’re a huffing and sweaty mess, but you refuse to slow down for even a second, the threat of Yeonjun hot on your heels fueling your stamina. 

“Can you please tell me what I did wrong?” He yells, exasperated as he watches you run off the sidewalk— you’re attempting to lose him, but countless running drills and morning runs have prepared him for this moment— without a second thought, he’s following you, attempting to peek over his— inconveniently large, he must admit— bouquet, watching the way you simply continue to run, glancing back every once in a while to see if he’s still there. 

“Please, can we be civil and talk about this?!” his words have you turning around to send him a glare— instead, you stumble to a stop as you watch Yeonjun trip, eyes widening at the dramatic sight before you. 

He’s fallen flat on his face, a puff of petals blowing up around him as you wince— he’s face-first into whatever’s left of the flowers, the rest of the petals fluttering in the air around him and falling delicately on his figure as you stare, the place eerily silent save for the chirping birds and rustling leaves.

He doesn’t say anything— he doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t even attempt to get up, left splattered all over the grass as you stare at him in slight concern. 

“Yeonjun?” you call out uncertainly, shifting on your feet as you pause. He doesn’t respond— he’s left frozen on the ground, and you’re frowning at the sight as you slowly make your way to him; you approach him slowly, as though you were approaching a wild animal, tense in your movements as you lean in to observe him. 

“Did you die?” you ask quietly, taking in the way he still hasn’t moved. Not an inch. You feel more concerned than you want to admit, crouching down in front of him as you bite your lip in worry. 

“Do you hate me.” the sudden words have you flinching, staring down at Yeonjun, who’s still eating dirt and flowers. You frown, scoffing at the way he weakly reaches out for you— swiftly, you slap his hand, watching the way it flops back onto the ground. 

“No— yes— a little,” you stutter out, angry at the way you bounce between responses just from the mere pathetic sight of him. 

“Can you forgive me?” he asks, the words muffled as it takes you a minute to decipher what he may be saying— you can’t help but roll your eyes at his antics.  

“For what?” you ask, picking a petal off his back absentmindedly as you wait— if he could answer properly, you might consider giving in. 

“For existing.” 

God, Yeonjun was such a sap. It has you biting back a smile as you resist the urge to stroke his hair, mused and riddled with petals from his grand gesture— but his answer was not the one you were looking for, and you’re standing back up and readjusting your clothes without another word. 

“pleaaaaseee,” you hear him whine, watching the way he shrivels up into a ball— then, he’s sitting back on his legs, whipping his head up and looking at you with wide, teary eyes. 

“Please take the flowers with you at least,” he pouts, thrusting the bouquet— or, whatever was left of it— up at you with pleading eyes.

Pressing your lips together, you sigh; a moment passes before you’re taking the gift from him begrudgingly, ignoring the way he perks up happily at your action. 

“I’m still mad at you,” you hiss, and he immediately deflates at your words, “Don’t visit my class like that again. Please.” 

He says nothing, left to watch as you turn your back to him and walk away; he has yet to get up, his heart pounding against his chest as he watches the way you hug the flowers close to you, shaking your head at the state of them. 

This was… progress. 

But you’re still mad at him. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

TUESDAY

Visiting you in class was a big no. 

Visiting you in general, however, wasn’t off-limits.

You don’t want to talk to him? Fine, he can understand. In fact, he won’t talk to you at all— a feat much greater said than done— but hey, he always loved staring at you anyway. 

Well, it’s a little hard to stare by the way you’ve propped up textbooks around your face like a fort. 

He’s staring. He’s still staring. You can practically feel his puppy-eyed gaze burn into your brain telepathically; no matter how hard you try to focus on your work, it’s become damn near impossible with the way you can feel Yeonjun’s presence, your neck beginning to ache from the way you’ve remained ducked down this whole time. 

It was easy to deal with at first; you chose not to do anything the moment you saw Yeonjun emerge from the staircase and onto the top floor of the library— otherwise known as the quietest level. 

He wouldn’t be able to talk to you without disturbing the peace of others— and potentially being asked to leave— so you decided to not make a scene and go back to studying, even when you felt his eyes lock on your figure and beeline to you. 

He sat across from you first. Though, you were quick to move, pretending as though you were looking for a book as you quickly ran away to the other side of the library. You felt the way his eyes followed you the whole time— he looked like a kicked puppy, and damn did that stupid tactic of his always work, because you even felt yourself pausing for a second, wondering if you should give in and talk to him. 

But, you are a horrendously petty person.

You were holed up in some random corner. You didn’t even know there was a table there until today, the spot so secluded and quiet that you silently celebrated getting him off your trail.

It was peaceful— for like, a good ten minutes. 

You didn’t think much of it when you first heard it; footsteps, slow and calculated as they rounded about the bookshelves. You could hear the sound of books being pulled out clear as day, though you chose to ignore it all and keep focus on your assignments instead. 

After a moment, the footsteps disappeared. 

It was back to being completely silent. And, in your bored state, you began to look around the area you were huddled up in; curiously, you allowed yourself to walk around, reading the spines and pulling out books that seemed to pique your interest even slightly. 

There seemed to be another person here as well— maybe it was the same person as before, or maybe it was someone new— you didn’t pay mind to it nonetheless, continuing your journey as your eyes locked in on a particularly colorful book.

Slowly, you pulled it out— on the other side, you watched the book adjacent to yours slowly get pulled out as well, and a smile tugged at your lips at the odd coincidence. 

Then, your eyes met with Yeonjun’s. 

His gaze filled with admiration was only returned with a mean scowl from you. You were quick to shove the book back into its place, storming off to your table without a moment’s hesitation. 

Yeonjun was quickly able to find your hiding spot— one might think you could cry from the way you buried your face into your hands defeatedly, refusing to look up from your dark refuge as the sounds of a chair scraping against the carpeted floors met your ears. 

That’s how you found yourself here, ignoring what people might think as you hide behind your fortress of textbooks. You didn’t feel good staying in a secluded area with Yeonjun— not because you thought he might try to do anything— but because you were afraid of your own resolve crumbling, especially after you’d spent so much time trying to ignore him. 

You wonder if he’s still here. Who are you kidding, of course he’s still here, though you can’t really bring yourself to check and see for yourself. 

After a while, you hear scribbling sounds. 

You can’t hide the way you jump as a piece of paper hits your head, folded into a perfect heart and landing in front of you with a dull thud. 

Open me :( it says, and though you wish you could say you were strong enough to ignore it, you definitely aren’t.

Can you pls let me look at u at least?

You don’t get much of a moment to process the message. Another paper lands directly in front of you, shaped into a heart and scrawled with the same words as the last— slowly, you open it, dreading what might be written inside this time. 

I miss you so so so so so much. 

You shake your head at his words. Sliding the paper to the side, you ignore his request, choosing to focus on your work instead of giving in to his silly tactics. After a moment, you wonder if you’ll be getting another paper— instead, nothing happens; the sigh of relief you let out is almost comical, your body relaxing a bit as you allow yourself to wonder if he’s finally left. 

That was your second mistake. 

Because after a few minutes, another paper hits you. It’s another heart, and you find that you don’t need to open it this time, the message scrawled on top for easier access. 

I’m sorry. 

Another paper flies over your fortress.

I’m sorry.

Then, another. 

Pls forgive me.

Then another. And another, and another, and another. 

Pls, I hate making you mad. I feel so gross and sad rn. I seriously can’t go a day without you. I miss you sm, pls :(((

You feel like you’re under attack— the way he continues to throw paper after paper is rhythmic and almost impressive, the endless stream of hearts covering your keyboard and forcing you to sweep them to the side after seconds. 

It’s useless to study. How can you, when Yeonjun keeps throwing his apologies at you? It’s stupid and childish and is enough for you to take your textbooks down, your jaw clenched and your eyes pointed in a sharp glare that has Yeonjun pausing in his actions. 

There’s a small pile of hearts next to him. 

Neither of you move— he’s frozen mid-throw, his eyes widening as though he can’t grasp the fact that you’re actually looking at him— even if it’s filled with rage and annoyance. 

Slowly, the corners of his lips curl up— you can’t find it in you to react as he throws the paper in his hands, feeling the way it smacks right onto your forehead before it falls to the table. 

Can I show u how sorry I am??

You don’t seem to think of the consequences as you reach for your bag in the seat next to you— devoid of anything except a few pencils and your hoodie— and throw it at him, watching the way he yelps in surprise, your bag spilling out it’s few contents all over the floor. The sound is enough to have the people around you glancing at your table, curious or angry at the sound of the ruckus. 

You’re worked up and huffing as you watch Yeonjun scramble to gather the spilled contents of your bag, watching as he stutters out whispered apologies between his actions. 

“Excuse me,” the hand on your shoulder is firm as you twist your head to look at the librarian, your expression falling at the realization of what you’ve just done. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

Whipping your head around, you meet eyes with a sheepish and guilty Yeonjun, gritting your teeth as he holds out your bag for you to take. 

Wordlessly, you snatch it from him, shoving your computer and the rest of your items into it before you’re turning around to face the librarian; you whisper out a soft “I’m so sorry” as you bow in apology, waiting for her to leave before you’re facing Yeonjun again. 

I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, he mouths to you, though you ignore it all as you choose to whack his shoulder with your very-full bag instead; the pained whimper he lets out has you gritting your teeth in irritation, watching the way he pouts up at you as he rubs his arm pathetically. 

“Don’t pull this shit again,” you hiss out, storming off before he can get another word out. 

There goes all his progress. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

WEDNESDAY

Today has been an oddly nice day.

It’s nice— too nice, you wonder, pondering what may be different enough to have you walking with a smile on your face, appreciating the beautiful weather in a light mood. 

A guy your age is leaning against a tree up ahead. He holds a bouquet of roses, and you smile at the way he seems to be passing one out to every person that passes him. That’s so sweet, you think to yourself, and you can’t help the way your stomach twists in anticipation the moment his eyes meet yours. 

“Would you like a rose?” he asks you, his blond hair shining under the sunlight as he sends you a bright smile— you don’t hesitate to say yes, taking the flower from him with a cute thank you! 

The flower is in full bloom as you twirl it between your fingers absentmindedly. The smile on your face is seemingly permanent as you make your way to your favorite cafe, though as you think back to the interaction, you can’t help but wonder if you know that man from somewhere.

It isn’t until you stop at a crosswalk that you notice it— there’s a tag on the rose, and though you initially thought it was just a price tag, you realize that it’s something else; pausing before you cross the street, you take a moment to tilt your head and read it, feeling your jaw drop as your brain registers the words in disbelief. 

Yeonjun says he’s sorry.

“What the fuck,” you mutter to yourself, ripping it off without hesitation and shoving it into your pocket— you definietly recognize the man from earlier, you realize— that was Hueningkai!

You roll your eyes at Yeonjun’s weak ploy to talk to you— you can’t help the way it leaves you irritated as you stand in line to order, trying your best to recite your regular order to the barista with a smile on your face, the man before you giving you a dimpled smile before he’s off to make it.

By the time you get your order, you’ve calmed down— you’re quick to exit and make your way back towards campus, using this small break between classes to study again. (without Yeonjun around, hopefully.) 

Your fingers are absentminded as you trace over the printed sticker on the side of the cup that has your order printed on it, glancing down at the text before you take another sip. 

Yeonjun is really sorry.

…What? 

You were more unnerved than anything. The lengths Yeonjun had gone through to communicate almost concerned you, though all you could do at this point was rip the sticker off and shove it in your pocket, ignoring it like the other one. You wracked your mind for answers as you began to wonder if you had seen that barista anywhere else, and after a moment, you settled on the vague conclusion that you think you’ve seen him in Yeonjun’s frat house before. 

He’s so annoying, you sigh to yourself, rubbing at your temples as you fear an upcoming headache. 

You’re startled back to life at the sight of a puppy running up to you— you’re frowning at the sight, unsure of what to do as it stops right at your feet, jumping up on you and barking excitedly— almost like it recognized you— squinting, you observe the dog. 

Oh god, you think to yourself, realizing with dread that you do recognize this damn dog.

“Matcha, who let you out,” you huff, leaning down to scoop the tiny dog into your arms— in the distance, you can see someone running in your direction, though you choose to ignore it as you notice Matcha’s brand new collar. 

Yeonjun misses you more than anything. 

The words are wrapped around his collar, leaving you to throw your head back and groan at the sight; the footsteps are much louder than before, and you’re looking forward again as you spot yet another familiar face. 

“Beomgyu,” you sneer, shoving Matcha into his awaiting hands. All he can do is laugh sheepishly, muttering out what a coincidence! Petting Matcha, he pauses, giving you an expectant look that only leaves you confused.

“Could you forgive him?”

“Go away!” you say in return, weaving out of his way and practically running off to the library; you can hear Matcha barking at you, though you choose to ignore it as Beomgyu’s calls of your name fuel you further. 

You feel out of breath by the time you finally enter the library, finding the nearest help desk and beginning to rummage through your bag for any books you need renewed— the librarian simply smiles at you patiently as he waits, adjusting his glasses before he quickly turns around to get something— by the time he’s back, you’ve laid out your books for him, thanking him quietly as you watch him renew them quickly.

When he slides them back towards you, you frown— there’s a bookmark on top of your small stack of books, laminated and shiny under the lights as you pick it up to get rid of the glare— reading it, you can already feel the need to tear it, though it seems as this cheeky worker is already one step ahead of you. 

Yeonjun just wants to talk to you again.

Three ways to better communication in a relationship:

The glare you send the worker— Taehyun, his name tag reads— is lethal, though he doesn’t seem to be affected by it as he simply sends you an innocent smile. Without another word, you gather your books, shoving them into your bag as you turn to leave.

“Ignoring him won’t solve anything,” he calls out quietly, though you don’t seem to appreciate the advice by the way you don’t even bother to turn back and react. Instead, you walk right back out, storming home as you type on your phone furiously. 

my baby :((

stop using others to relay messages damn it!!!

my baby :((

and don’t use matcha against me you loser!!!!!!

Through his end, Yeonjun is just happy that you’re texting him— though, the mean name is not much appreciated. 

Choi Yeonjun. 

can you pls let me talk to you instead?

You don’t bother opening the notification. 

That was your third mistake.

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

THURSDAY

Today has been relatively peaceful. You have yet to be bothered today— no Yeonjun, no Matcha, and certainly none of his friends. 

Maybe because he was aware of your plans today; you did tell him a while ago about your reunion with one of your friends, always chatting his ear off about how excited you were to finally see her again—it slightly warms your heart to know that he actually listens to you.

Well. Most of the time. 

“You’re fighting right now?” Tzuyu asks, leaning forward in her seat with wide eyes. You didn’t expect this sudden change of topic, but you can only nod grimly in response, watching as she sighs in dismay at your situation. 

“Wow, you guys never fight— at least, not to this level,” she’s deep in thought over your relationship as she frowns, crossing her arms over her chest as she stares down at her empty plate— you both chose to forgo dessert, and now you wait patiently for your check.

“Well, what are you guys even fighting about?” 

“It’s just—“ you’re cut off by your server placing the check in between the two of you, thanking him with a smile on your face before you’re freezing; you’re unsure of what to make of the plate that he places before you, stuttering out unintelligible sentences that you didn’t order… whatever this was. 

“Free of charge,” the man says, before bowing politely and scurrying away; you’re barely able to get a word out before you huff in defeat, looking back at the treat in front of you as you take in Tzuyu’s amused laughter.

“What?” you ask, frowning as you watch her turn the plate towards you— you’re left a bit speechless by what you see, mouth falling open as your brain attempts to comprehend how you should react to this. 

It’s dessert— well, more specifically, three full scoops of ice cream, the caramel drizzle and other toppings decorating it to make it look like a cat; more specifically, a sad cat. All along the plate, more caramel drizzle decorates it to form a sentence. 

I miss you. Please, talk to me. YJ. 

Your head snaps up in the direction the waiter went in; looking out the small window of the kitchen door, you spot none other than Yeonjun, his eyes widening before he’s ducking out of the way like a deer in headlights. 

“How the fuck did he get back there?!” you cry out, running a hand down your face in disbelief— but no, one more glance back in his direction is enough to catch him peeking at you again, flinching in surprise before he’s ducking out of your sight once more. 

“Who let him in there?” you hiss, placing your head in your hands as Tzuyu merely laughs; you ignore the way she begins to dig into the dessert after you express that you won’t touch it, humming happily that it was a sweet gesture. 

A moment’s thought is able to remind you where you are— in Beomgyu’s older brother’s restaurant, of course. 

Defeatedly, you open the checkbook to offer to pay— though the price has your eyes practically bulging out, reading and re-reading the strange excuse of a check this waiter has brought to you. 

Your meal was free. 

The only thing you read on the paper was a poor excuse of Yeonjun replacing the food items with “i miss you”s and “i’m sorry”s, the sight baffling you as Tzuyu turns the check towards her in curiosity. 

“Interesting,” she hums, closing the checkbook before she’s fishing for tip money, “Are you sure you wanna lose a guy like him?”

You take a second to think her question through. 

Yet another mistake on your part. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

FRIDAY

Remembering what happened today is enough to have your head hurting— so, you’ll keep it short.

You were working— working, minding your own business, prey to unsuspecting events— when it happened. 

Fridays were always rush days. Maybe that’s why you didn’t think to pay attention to your surroundings, to the blasting music, the yell of your coworkers calling out drinks and names, or to the endless chatter of the customers around you. 

You should have paid attention— maybe, if you did, you would’ve been able to spare yourself the embarrassment— another mistake of yours, if you will. 

The break of music from the radio was not what caught your attention— radio hosts do it all the time, speaking in between songs with useless chatter as they find a song to play next— no, what did catch your attention, however, was the eerily familiar voice, and worse, the eerily familiar message he broadcasted all over your local station. 

“This next song is called Seven,” he spoke, smooth, suave, and relaxing as the track rolled in quietly in the background, “a song about a man more than willing to show how devoted he is to his to his partner— ___, come home, the kids miss you— well, more like Matcha, but still.”

You could feel your coworkers freeze around you. You could feel their gazes slowly drift to you, could feel the way customers got a good look at the decorated name tag you once showed off proudly. 

“Is— is he…?” your coworker whispered beside you, watching the way you caved into yourself in attempts to hide your nametag, “is he that frat boy you were talking about?”

“No.” you say, avoiding everyone’s gaze as you focus on making your drink instead, “No. That’s not him. This isn’t about me, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“___, I’ll keep waiting for you patiently. Have a good shift today.” 

Christ!

Your coworkers could only laugh lightheartedly at his words— they found it cute, which was even worse for you, because all you could wonder was how the fuck he was able to get into the broadcast station— this time, you seriously couldn’t figure out any ties between him and the place. 

“Looks like he won’t give up,” to say you were horrified at the way a customer told you this was an understatement, her eyes alight with amusement as she spoke to you with a tone so genuine you almost thought she was in on it— fuck, maybe she was— “if anything, you should turn him down soon before he goes too far.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you breathed out, tired of these constant antics as you thought over her words, forced to go through the rest of your shift pretending as though Yeonjun hadn’t broadcasted his pleading message to the whole city— well, more like anyone who was listening to the local radio station willingly.

You feel like you’re on The Truman Show, or something.

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

SATURDAY

You were scared to talk to Yeonjun. 

Scared— why were you scared? You don’t know why, but you couldn’t bring yourself to send him a text message, pacing around your room like an idiot instead as you wondered what you would tell him. 

Would you talk? Would you finally break up with him?

The way your stomach sank with dread at the mere thought of the second option was enough of an answer for you— no, you shouldn’t break up with him.

However, it was storming today— there was no way in hell you would be going outside to meet him in such weather, so you opted to psych yourself up to send him a text message asking to meet up instead.

You were pacing around your room again when you noticed it. 

There’s a bright umbrella outside— shit, you recognize that umbrella, you realize with a heavy dread, walking up to your window and pulling your curtains open as you stare out in dismay.

Why the fuck is Yeonjun outside right now?

It’s perfect timing, the way his umbrella raises to show his figure; oh my god, you think to yourself, biting your lip as you take his expression in, he’s crying!

This was not your intention. You never meant to hurt Yeonjun like this, but you also were not ready to see him yet— so, with a slight pang in your heart, you shut the curtains again, leaving just enough of a crack to make sure that he’ll leave.

Instead, he stayed there. In true Yeonjun fashion, squinting up at your window in hopes that you’d at least tell him to go away. Instead, he watched as you peeked through the crack of the curtains, his heart fluttering slightly at the way you thought you were being discreet with your actions. 

Slowly, Yeonjun turns his phone to you; there’s writing flashing by in his phone, though you have to squint your eyes and wait for the whole sentence to roll by to see what he’s trying to tell you now. 

I know you don’t… want to see me… right now but I … seriously just need… to know what I … did wrong. 

God. Fuck. This whole “ghosting” ordeal was harder than it should be when someone like Yeonjun was involved. 

 It’s been like… a week and you… still haven’t talked… to me.

Oh, the guilt is seriously eating you up right now. You weren’t supposed to ignore him for days on end, but each time Yeonjun reached out for you, you couldn’t control the way you ran away in return, still hurt by the things he didn’t even realize he did.

You’ve finally gotten a good grasp of his obliviousness.

I’m sorry… I love you… I love you… I love you…

Only three words are rolling by on his phone now. You think you’ve gotten the gist of what he’s trying to tell you as you sink to the floor, out of sight and exasperated as you reach for your phone to make a call. 

“Hello?”

“Please come get Yeonjun. He’s outside my apartment in the freezing rain.”

“Uhm, let him in then?”

“I— I can’t,” you mutter sheepishly as you feel your face heating up, your stomach sinking as you hear Beomgyu scoffing on the other side of the line, “I don’t want to talk to him right now. Not like this.”

“Then I guess he’ll stay out in the freezing rain.” 

“He’ll get sick!” you say, and it’s only now that you feel stupid for this push and pull you’ve created, “please. I’m begging you.” 

“You need to talk to him.”

“I want to. I will.” you say, placing a hand on your forehead as you sigh, “Tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” 

A pause. Then, you hear rustling, and the sounds of Beomgyu grumbling quietly to himself.

“I’ll go get him,” he says, and you can feel yourself sink further against the wall in relief, “you better not back out on your word, okay?”

“Okay.” 

You hope you’re not making a mistake. 

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

SUNDAY

This is awkward. You feel awkward. You probably look awkward, too. 

Yeonjun, for once, looks just as awkward and tense before you. His whole body is rigid as he sits on your couch, feeling more like a stranger in your home than the man you’ve spent the past few months with, the way his eyes wander around making you feel like it’s his first time here. 

“Yeonjun,” you sigh out, catching his attention as his eyes zero in on you immediately; you feel nervous under his gaze, unsure of what to say as your brain begins to stutter, your mouth opening and closing in hopes that a proper sentence will come out.

“What did I do wrong?” he cries out, snapping you out of your troubled reverie as your eyes meet his— they’re glossy, and you’re afraid he might just start crying again if you look away, “can we start there?”

“You— you seriously don’t know?” you ask, bewildered by his question as you sit back on your couch— Yeonjun simply shakes his head reverently in response, and you’re blinking owlishly at him as you stare at him in disbelief. 

“We didn’t have any arguments before this,” he says, nibbling on his lip as he thinks back to the moment you yelled at him, tearing his arm off you as he attempted to keep you from running away, “You just snapped at me then disappeared— I, I want to know what I did wrong, at least.”

“Yeonjun you—“ you’re dragging a hand down your cheek as you clench your jaw, taking a second to breathe to not snap at him again, “that’s the problem, you’re just so— so oblivious, I seriously thought you’d be able to put two and two together by now!” 

Oh, oh this is embarrassing; you should not be getting worked up right now, your hands immediately coming up to hide your face as you hear Yeonjun cooing out your name softly— he’s next to you at the speed of light, attempting to take your hands away as he quietly tells you to breathe in his stupid, calming voice. 

“You’re always at those stupid parties, you stupid frat boy—“ you’re stuttering through your sentences, the heat in your face humiliating as you feel your emotions finally tumbling down, “and I know I told you I’m okay with it— I am, I really am— but what I’m not okay with is how fucking flirty you are!”

You can feel Yeonjun’s hands stiffen; slowly, his mouth drops in shock, his face beginning to pale as he realizes just why you’re mad at him. 

“I’ve told you— time, and time again— that, that I don’t like when you feed into people like that, that you never reject advances and tell them that you have a fucking girlfriend,” you know he never means it in a harmful way. You know that, nine times out of ten, Yeonjun doesn’t even realize those advances are happening, but it’s always just as painful to watch, knowing that charming attitude and cheeky voice is exactly how he got you, “and it just makes me feel so… so stupid and jealous and unwanted!” 

You feel out of breath by the time you finish. Though you remain silent and try to calm yourself, you instead begin to feel more anger festering inside you as you take in Yeonjun’s face, full of dread and realization as he begins to think back to how he was acting back at the frat party that caused this mess. 

Yeonjun was used to people acting the way they did around him. It never fazed him, and most of the time he simply followed along because he found it fun. No, he never thought of having anyone else but you, you’re his everything— though, he does realize how inconsiderate he’s been of your feelings now. 

“Baby, baby, I’m so sorry,” he says, his words genuine and filled with guilt as he cups your face gently, “I didn’t know.”

“Fuck!” Your response is unprecedented as you shake his hands off you, pushing him back and forcing him to lay across the couch as he looks up at you in surprise. He’s unable to do anything as he watches the way you throw your legs on each side of his waist, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and tugging him up as you sneer at him.

“That’s your problem, you just don’t know—!” pushing him back on the couch, he lets out a soft oof! unable to help the way his stomach swirls in anticipation of your next move, “You’re just too stupid, you don’t know anything unless someone spells it out for you!”

Shit. Yeonjun has never seen you like this, frustrated and restless as you shift above him, your eyes alight with rage as you begin tugging your hoodie over your head; his eyes widen comically at the action, shifting nervously under you as he realizes that oh, you’re not wearing a bra. 

“You’ve seriously left me wondering if you’re even taking this relationship seriously, it’s ridiculous!” Yeonjun feels like he’s been left on autopilot as he lets you tug him up again; he’s sitting up, hands hovering precariously as you glare at him, the sight enough to have him gulping nervously.

“I— I do,” he stutters out, watching as you send him an accusing look, “I do, I do I do, I take you so seriously, and fuck, I haven’t been thinking of anyone but you all week.” 

“Yeah?” you ask him, patronizing and unexpectedly mean as you look down at him, “You never fucking act like it.”

“Yes I do—!” he yells out, though it’s cut off by the way you sit down firmly in his lap, a hand threading into his hair and yanking at the roots as you tug his head back cruelly, “I’ve shown you this whole week just how much I think about you…” 

Yeonjun is hard. Painfully so, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him get turned on so quickly— it’s enough to have you laughing breathily, tugging on his hair again and listening to the way he only lets out a high whine in response.

“What you’ve shown me this week,” you hiss, bringing him close to you, your lips grazing against his as you speak, “is that you’re a desperate bitch that doesn’t know how to be patient.”

“You were ignoring me,” he fights back, letting out a breathy wince at the way your grip tightens on his hair, “you’ve been so mean to me—!”

Yeonjun doesn’t get another word in on the matter. The way you bite his lip ruthlessly and sneak your tongue into his mouth has you feeling the way he practically turns to putty under you, his cheeks just as red as his lips as he gasps against your own, feeling the way you begin to grind against his cock without remorse. 

“Me? I’ve been mean to you?” you wonder out loud, hands running down his chest before you’re tugging his shirt up; you don’t bother taking it off as it rests against his chest, leaning him back and running your hands over his skin as you take in the way his stomach twitches in response. “do you know how many people think they’ve actually got a chance with you, all because you refuse to use common sense and say, oh, I’ve got a girlfriend!” 

Yeonjun shakes his head; there’s no way your words are true, especially when he’s literally obsessed with you. But of course, you’re always right— which is exactly why you’re fueled to rake your nails down his skin, leaving him to hiss and twitch at the feeling of your acrylics digging into his stomach and leaving bright, red scratch marks— acrylics he paid for because he thought they were pretty, the reminder only making his cock twitch pathetically. 

“There’s no one in this world that has a chance with me but you,” Yeonjun insists, pouting at the way you only scoff at his words, “I’ve never done anything to fuel other people’s strange fantasies.”

“God, you’re stupid,” you say, and Yeonjun thinks he must’ve lost his mind from the way he can feel a whine building up in his throat, “and to think I found that endearing.”

“You’re so mean,” he pouts— though he’s quick to regret it, letting out a loud cry as you begin grinding against him, able to feel the warmth of your pussy through the thin shorts you wear, your breast bouncing from the way your body begins to move. 

“You don’t like it?” You ask, tilting your head to watch as he merely shakes his head in response— all you can do is plant yourself to where you can feel his length pressed up against your slit, throbbing against you as you pout at him in false pity, “no you don’t like it, or no you do?”

“I— I…” he doesn’t know how to respond; it seems as though Yeonjun hasn’t figured out the response for himself, but you can feel it from the way his hips buck up into yours, stuttering and without rhythm as he remains defenseless under you. 

“You do like it,” you say, mocking at the way he only whimpers from the feeling of your nails digging into his hips, “Feels nice to be on the receiving end, baby?”

Fuck. Fuck, oh fuck, this was strange and new and Yeonjun was definitely enjoying himself more than he thought he should, a melted pile of remorse and love as he pathetically waited for your next move, doe eyes staring up at you as he felt his mouth part, unable to say anything as he gave in to the mean look you sent him. 

“Been waiting patiently for me, hmm?” you ask him, thinking back to his earlier words as you watch him nod eagerly in confirmation, “So you bothering me every day of the week was you being patient?”

“I just wanted to talk,” Yeonjun whines out, chest heaving at the way you begin rolling your hips against his, your rhythm firm and dangerous as he feels weak moans leaving him like a stream, “but you— you kept avoiding me, I wanted to get some confirmation that you didn’t break up with me that day…!”

“Yeah?” you mock him, your voice just as whiny and breathy as his as you lean down to him; placing your hands on his chest, you tilt your head, grinding your cunt against him in a way that has him panting and looking for someplace to grab onto, “and did you get your answer?”

Yeonjun doesn’t even think he registered what you said. All he knows is that the way you’re sitting on him is genuinely cruel, especially with the way he hasn’t felt your body against his in so long. His mind is muddled and he can feel himself losing control from the way his hips begin to buck up, his brain going blank except for the thought that he hasn’t felt you against him in what seems like ages, his body so pent up with frustration that he can’t help but chase after the slight pleasure you offer him. 

Yeonjun’s mind has blanked out. You can see it in his face, the way it’s twisted with pleasure as he fails to respond to you, body bucking up into you so wildly that you have to steady yourself with two hands pressed firmly against his chest, your balance getting screwed over at his attempts to fuck up into you. 

The feeling of your warm hands is enough to bring Yeonjun back, eyes widening in realization as his eyes meet yours, clouded with so much need that it has Yeonjun slowing his pace immediately.

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” he stutters out, eyes widening at the way your cunt is practically leaking onto him— he can feel it through the layers of clothes, “wait wait wait, I’m so— ah, please— so… sososo close, baby, please…!”

“Wait?” you echo, brows furrowing as he nods frantically in response, “thought you didn’t like waiting?”

“No, please, please,” he whimpers, though his hips don’t stop their mindless rutting into your warm cunt, “please, don’t wanna come like this, wanna be inside you.”

“No?” you repeat, the mocking tone of your voice making his eyes screw shut, “why don’t you stop then? It’s all up to you.”

Oh, of course he can stop— though, that doesn’t mean he will, your hips slowly grinding against his as you watch the way his mouth falls open, not a sound falling past it before his hips buck up into you wildly— slowly, you feel a warmth spread beneath you, Yeonjun’s eyes screwed tightly as tears begin to peek from the corners. 

“Nooooo nonono, no, not like this,” he cried quietly to himself, ever the hypocrite as his hands fly to your waist, riding out his orgasm with loud, shameless moans. 

“Oh, my baby,” you say, pouting at the way he apologizes to you under his breath, “Is that it? Are you done now?”

“No, not done,” he’s quick to respond despite his rattled state of mind, looking up at you through bleary eyes. 

“No?” you hum, taking a moment to watch him carefully. 

“No,” he repeats, breathless as his grip tightens on your hips— even through the sensitivity, you can still feel his hips roll up into yours, quiet whimpers and whines leaving him as he does so— though, he can’t find it in himself to stop, at least not with the way he has yet to feel you around him. 

“God, this is so pitiful,” you say, frowning at the way Yeonjun struggles to sit up underneath you; you’re cupping his face as he looks up at you, teary eyes and flushed face unable to say anything as he simply leans into your touch— the way you coo softly has him pouting, and you can’t resist the urge to hover over his lips, teasing him with a smile as you brush over them, placing chaste kisses that only have him chasing you for more. 

“What a good bitch,” you hiss, feeling the way his hands have wandered up to play with your breasts, obsessed as always as his fingers tug and circle your nipples, eager to feel them harden under his touch, “doesn’t matter how many times you cum, hmm? Just need to make me feel good?”

“Yes, yes yes yes,” he babbles, wincing and moaning at the way your lips have begun to wander along his neck, nipping and sucking and leaving enough marks that a person could spot from far away with ease; the way your teeth sink into his skin practically has him crying, and he can feel his heart pounding against his chest the moment he feels you pause, your nose nuzzling into the spot behind his ear, your breath ticklish on his skin as you laugh. 

“Are you wearing my perfume, junie?” You mumble, hearing the way he can only whine in embarrassment; he doesn’t answer you, and you bite at his earlobe softly as you wait, silently demanding a response as his hands fall to your hips, gripping them pathetically as though his life depended on it. 

“I missed you,” he repeats, the words making you roll your eyes as your hand finds itself in his hair; you’re tugging at it, tilting his head and exposing his neck to you as you begin to nose along the column, closing your eyes to confirm if this is really your scent, “couldn’t smell you on my clothes anymore, love your scent s’much, ah…”

His neck has always been sensitive; that’s exactly why you choose to focus on it so much, not leaving until it’s covered with your marks and his tears have run down them, his soft sniffles making you glance up as you take him in, overstimulated and a mess as he bites his lip in an attempt to quiet himself.

“Too much, baby?” You coo, running a hand through his hair and pushing it back comfortingly, watching as he shakes his head adamantly, his wide eyes shiny and tear-filled as he looks up at you.

“No,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you towards him; his face is buried in your chest, and you can’t hold back the gasp you let out as his mouth immediately attaches itself to your breast, plump lips sucking at it as his tongue runs along it, messy and spit-filled as he looks back up at you, grinding you into him with weak whimpers, “want you to use me, you can do anything you want to me, just wanna please you.”

“Such a good boy for me, junie,” you say, his eyes fluttering close at your fond comment. “Are you gonna listen to me, for once?”

“I always listen to you,” he insists, and you feel irked by his words as you scoff.

“Like hell you do,” you sneer, easily angered as he shrinks down from your cold gaze, “Show me then— strip.”

Yeonjun is eager to listen, eager to please; you don’t think you’ve ever seen him get undressed so quickly, kicking off his pants and throwing his shirt off in some random direction as he looks up at you expectantly, his cock a mess and already beginning to harden as your eyes fall to it.

“Hard already?” You muse, watching the way his cheeks blush red at your comment. Your hand is teasing as you wrap your fingers around his length, your perfect nails shining under the light as you slowly begin to move up and down, the cum from his previous orgasm guiding your movements as he begins to twitch under you, crying softly at the overstimulation. 

“Guess you weren’t lying,” you sigh out, finger swiping over his throbbing tip as you hear him yelp at the feeling, “just a cute body for me to use, hmm? You’re nothing but a dick for me to get myself off on?”

Yeonjun is mindlessly agreeing with you— your words are clearly affecting him, his cock leaking and throbbing in your hand, making a mess of it as his head falls back, throat displaying all the marks you left on him earlier like a trophy.

His head is snapping back up the moment you sink onto him. You’re warm, tight, and so fucking wet, his body jolting at the feeling of you clenching around him, taking him inch by inch as he feels the way your walls stretch to adjust to him.

“Fuck…” you hiss, your arousal practically dripping on him from how good he feels— “Yeonjun, shit.”

“Waiiittt, wait, oh god, no— don’t say my name like that, fuck,” Yeonjun begins moaning, your lips quirking into a smile as you watch his eyes screw shut, already knowing what’s coming from the way he holds onto you tighter, head buried into your chest as he tries to still your hips.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You ask, feigning innocence as you roll your hips into him, moaning dramatically as you do, “Oh, Yeonjun, Yeonjun— fuck, junie, you feel so good, feel so full…”

He’s shaking his head hopelessly; you know what you’re doing to him, and he feels pathetic by the way he loses his senses the more you sink onto him, his cock twitching in you uncontrollably as he warns you to stop, stop, stop before I…!

“This is embarrassing, Yeonjunie,” you pout, feeling the way a warmth spreads inside you the moment you sit on his hips snugly, feeling him bottomed out inside you as he attempts to muffle his sounds. His ears are bright red and he refuses to show you his face as he keeps you close to him, his arms still hugging you flush against him as you feel the valley of your breasts become wet with his tears. 

“Why are you crying, hmm?” You ask him, looking down to see the way he still hides his face, “You’ve already come twice, shouldn’t you be happy? You’re so easy, Yeonjunie.”

Your words are degrading, your voice cold as continue to mock him— and though you pretend otherwise, you can feel the way he ruts his hips into you with every mean comment, clearly enjoying himself more than he lets on as he lets out a broken cry against your skin. 

“Fuck, are you seriously getting off to this?” You snap, bored with pretending as though you don’t feel your boyfriend clinging to you tighter as you degrade him, “You’re such a fucking slut— you get off to anything, don’t you?”

The way you pull him away from your skin is sudden and rough, a soft yelp leaving him as he’s finally forced to face you, eyes fluttering open and meeting your own, your face twisted in annoyance as you look down at him.

“Acting like a bitch in heat, already came twice from nothing,” you grit, rolling your hips against his as you watch the way his eyes roll back— your other hand comes up to grip his cheeks, digging into the flesh and squeezing them together as he pouts at you, eyes welling with tears as he feels your nails dig into him.

“Don’t you feel bad? How am I supposed to get myself off if you can barely keep your dick up for more than a minute?” Your eyes darken at the way he simply lets out a pathetic sorry, ‘m so sorry baby, “What? I don’t think I heard you right.”

Your pussy feels so good around him; Yeonjun is barely able to think straight from the way you’ve begun to bounce on his cock ruthlessly, the sight of your breasts bouncing before him hypnotizing as you jerk his head back up to look at you, towering over him and demanding as you slow your hips to a mean grind.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whines out, his words incoherent and mushed together as you keep a hold of his face, listening as you hiss out for what? “‘M sorry for being so impatient— ah, ah, please— ngh, sorry for coming too soon, sorry for…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. He can’t find the ability to, distracted by the way your sounds have picked up, your fingers rubbing circles on your clit as you continue to use his cock like a toy; his cheeks feel sore as he stares at you with wide eyes, watching your face contort with pleasure, your rhythm become sloppy as you feel your legs getting tired. 

You didn’t think Yeonjun would pick up on it; without any warning, you find your back colliding against the couch, your eyes widening as you feel Yeonjun still settled in between your legs, cock still nestled deeply inside you; he’s still a pouty mess above you, hands gripping onto your hips as he begins rutting into you, his thrusts rough and out of control as he takes in your figure hungrily. 

“Sorry for making you feel unwanted,” Yeonjun babbles, feeling you throw your arms around his neck from the sudden confession, bringing him in close as you feel his face hover above your own, “I only want you, want you to use me and mark me so others know who I belong to, I’m all yours baby— please, please please please tell me you’re close, wanna feel you come on my cock, wanna make you feel good, missed you, missed this pussy, fuck, mmh, ugh, feel so good, so good, soso good, please, baby—“

Yeonjun thinks you’re something of an aphrodisiac to him; at least, that must be the explanation if he’s able to cum the moment he feels you unravel around him, unrestrained and addicted to the feeling as he listens to your pretty sounds, practically melting as he hears your voice purring under him— so good, fuck, you’re all mine Yeonjunie, all mine…

You don’t think you’ve ever felt Yeonjun cum this much— his cock continues to twitch and release inside you even after you’ve come down from your high, the man above you burying his head into the crook of your neck as he cries softly at the feeling, unable to help the way his hips buck forward to ride out his orgasm.

This shift in dynamic is new— but it’s addicting, and you find yourself thoroughly enjoying the way Yeonjun clings to you, his head hazy and needy for your comfort as he lays on top of you, uncaring of how heavy he may be as he wraps his strong arms around you. 

Missed you s’much baby, missed you, please don’t do that again, you could hear him mutter into your skin, a bit out of it as he peppered kisses along your collarbones.

“Alright, alright, I won’t,” you breathe out, running your fingers through his hair soothingly as he leans into your touch like a cat, “I’m sorry I kept running away from you.”

“But then again,” you trail off, tightening your grip on his hair teasingly, feeling the way he immediately whines softly, “you should’ve given me space when I asked you to. It was kinda cute, but don’t do that again— okay?”

“Okay. Of course. Whatever you say,” his response is immediate, not an ounce of hesitation as he stares at you with eyes shining with devotion. After a second, his lips part, and he’s hovering over you again as he looks down at you in wonder. 

“Does that mean we’re boyfriend-girlfriend again?”

You laugh.

“You idiot,” you coo, placing a soft kiss on his lips, unable to control your laugh as you do, “We didn’t stop being boyfriend-girlfriend. I was just mad at you.”

“Hmm. Then, can I eat you out?” His words have you freezing, looking at him in bewilderment as he simply smiles at you sheepishly, “To like. Show you how sorry I am.”

A pause. 

“…And, because I really missed eating you out.”

You sigh— and try not to show how eager you are as you nod softly. Yeonjun however, is shameless as he immediately pulls out, hissing softly at the feeling before he’s sinking to his stomach— you’re gulping at the sight. 

“You’re insatiable.” Your comment doesn’t faze him— if anything, it makes him smile, his pretty eyes staring at you with enough adoration and love that you’re squirming slightly under him.

“For you, yeah.”

-ˏˋ♡ˊˎ-

On Monday, the sight of Yeonjun on campus is enough to have you spinning on your heels and running in the opposite direction. He wears nothing but a thin tank top, wondering why you’re yelling at him to cover up the moment he answers your phone call. 

“Why? It’s hot outside— …and, like, I wanna show everyone who I belong to.”

(You refuse to stand by his side until he covers up—though, you can’t ignore the way his words send butterflies through your stomach.)

#txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #txt imagines #txt oneshots #txt ff #txt angst #txt fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun x you #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun ff #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun oneshot #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun smut #sub yeonjun #sub txt

[meowjunjun]

Sub TxT twt links!!

Soobin

1

2

Beomgyu

1

2

Huening Kai

1

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Taehyun

1

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Yeonjun

1

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[youcanwatchmebutcanttouchme]

Sounds TXT make in bed

Sub TXT x Neutral reader

Yeonjun:

He is definitely loud in bed,especially when you’re rough that day.He doesn’t give a fuck about the people who might hear you.His moans are loud,sluty and high pitched.

Soobin

The boy is so quiet he buries his head on your neck just so you can hear his soft whimpers.He does gasp or moan loudly occasionally,usually when he is caught by surprise.

Beomgyu

His moans are low and raspy,he’ll whimper quietly as well.He does get louder when is closer to orgasm,getting breathier until he finishes with a deep moan.

Taehyun

The volume will depend on what you’re doing,if you’re going soft,his moans will be breathy,if it’s rough he’ll let out squeaky and high pitched moans.His sounds also get whinier the closer he gets.

Huening Kai:

It’s soft,high pitched,so sweet sounding.He sounds so innocent when you’re intimate with him,even though he struggles to keep his voice down.

#kpop #kpop bg #kpop boys #txt smut #tommorow x together #sub yeonjun #sub soobin #sub beomgyu #sub taehyun #sub Huening Kai #hueningkai #Soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #sub txt

[imrllytootiredforthis]

I rlly wanna play with afab!yeonjun's clit while he bends over a table☹️💔 I wanna make his legs shake and everything

coming home to him cooking a delicious dinner for you, knowing how stressful work is for you right now. all he wants to do is make it all better, give me a little reprieve from all of the frustration of your day.

he calls hi to you when he hears the door unlock and you slowly shuffle in, grumbling about something under your breath.

he understands. as much as it makes him sad to see you like this. so tired and upset.

so he smiles when you enter the kitchen. "hi baby, dinner's almost ready, i just have to finish this up and then-"

he barely has a chance to finish his sentence, much less greet you any better and ask you how your day's been before your body is pressing against his from behind, pinning him to the counter.

"wha-what are you doing, you're gonna bur-"

your hand reaches around him, shutting off the burner before maneuvering back to him, slipping beneath his apron to tug lightly at the waistband of the criminally short pair shorts he's wearing.

your breath is hot against his ear, your chin pressing against his shoulder, "m' so sorry baby, just can't help myself, just wanna play with your pretty pussy~"

he knows he shouldn't-

but he folds just like that-

moaning when your fingers play with his clit through his shorts, it feels so good fucking good but it's not enough, he wants you in him, touching him directly, feeling how wet you're getting him.

"m' sorry baby, just wanna feel you cum on my fingers, wanna make a mess out of you" you mutter again, "i'm so, so sorry."

he feels his cunt clench around nothing, aching to have you inside of him, to have you playing with him until he can't take anymore of it and then going on, still.

yeonjun makes no protests when you press him against the edge of the table, manhandling him like he weighs nothing to you.

but you're still gentle, god you're still so fucking gentle with him like he's something precious that you're afraid to break and that's what makes his head spin like he's floating.

"my shorts-" his voice sounds hoarse, his hips bucking against your hand as your fingers feel the warmth seeping through the fabric. "take them off, please take them off,"

you oblige him, leaving open-mouthed kisses over the back of his neck, sweeping his hair out of the way with your nose for better purchase as your fingers deftly un-work the drawstrings of his shorts, dropping them around his ankles.

"fuck," you groan, "you're so fucking wet,"

he can hardly control his body. his thrusting hips or shaking body, his clit throbbing as you rub it through his soaked panties.

he can't take this anymore, he can't take this anymore.

you take mercy on him, hooking your fingers around the soaked fabric and pulling to the side, brushing them through his folds before slowly, teasingly dipping a finger into him, pulling out just as quickly as he sobs, unable to help how his thighs shake on either side.

teeth nip at his earlobe, hoarse moans filling the room, failing to keep himself quiet. "i'm so sorry junnie, m' gonna make you feel so good, make you cum so hard."

"please," he doesn't even recognize his voice anymore, how quickly you've made him sound this wrecked. "please, please just do it, i can't take it anymore!"

he doesn't understand how you make him like this, needy and desperate and splayed out bent over the table with his legs spread, begging for you to just play with his pussy until he can't think straight anymore.

but it doesn't matter because you flip him over, gently resting his back against the table as you let two fingers slip into him, ripping a guttural groan from deep in his chest and start rubbing your thumb over his sensitive clit, red and throbbing from the friction of the fabric.

he looks down at you with half-lidded, bleary eyes, rimmed with tears that are barely hanging on. "don't stop, please don't stop-"

his lips are slick with spit, swollen from him biting at them. you kiss him. you kiss him over and over and over again. and you don't stop, muttering breathlessly between the clashes of your lips.

not when he cums the first time, slick dripping down your fingers, making the slide all the easier. making his body all the more sensitive.

"i'll make it up to you, promise."

not when he cums a second time, trembling, legs trying to close around your hand only for you to pin them open again.

"g'na make you feel so good,"

not when he squirts all over your fingers, a muffled scream making it past his lips, his eyes rolling back as he soaks your hand and you continue, still.

"love you, love you so, so much."

you mutter, finally pulling away to see what a mess you've made of him. of spit and slick and cum.

and his widen as you get on your knees, strong hands keeping them separated.

when you look at him with those eyes and he can't say no to you as you stick your tongue out and lick a broad stripe through his folds, ignoring the way he screams in oversensitivity and pleasure and groaning with the way he tastes.

"m' so sorry baby,"

a/n: not proofread, and probably never will😽just enjoying yeonjun with a pussy

#inbox💌 #added a bit of a story to it bc i'm in my feels #i wanna pretty boy who'll let me use him when i'm stressed :( #hard thoughts #dom reader #sub txt #txt smut #txt hard thoughts #dom!reader #sub yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #sub kpop #sub idol #sub!idol #sub!kpop #sub!yeonjun #sub!txt

[tteokbin]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [bunny] - 수빈.

☆ -> sub!soobin (ot5) x dom!reader

content -> ot5 x reader, reader is the 6th member of txt, fluff..the most fluff i’ve ever written and i’m doing it for the sake of plot !1!, uhh stuffie humping (?), spitting in mouth, degradation, choking (cause its not a cherriescheol fic without choking), mxm, cumming inside anddd uhh idk 🤔 that’s it i think

note -> okay soz this will be a series of all the members, i’m gonna make a masterlist for it when i finish all of them probably. i’m scared on how this will do or if people will even enjoy it but ik there’s people dying for more sub!txt content and i am here to provide 😼 ngl i also forgot who rooms with who and if soobin was the only one with a singular room so i just went off what i’ve heard recently. also soobin is blonde in this because i will never get over blonde soobin i miss him v much.

pt 2 of my ot5 poly txt au

It’s around 10:30 at night when you and the boys get home from a long day of non stop practice, clumsily taking off their shoes, slipping into house slippers and hanging their jackets. beomgyu clings to your waist as you both waddle towards the kitchen.

You turn to him once there and cup his face with both hands, taking note of the scattered fading blemishes he had on his cheeks. beomgyu let’s his long lashes flutter against his cheekbones as he enjoyed the warmth of your palms. “did you drink enough water today, puppy?” you ask as you brush his bangs out of his eyes, noting that his hair grew longer since he last cut it.

He hums and just purs into your hands instead of answering and his reluctance to respond to you properly gives you your answer. you pull away from his embrace despite his whine and pour him a glass of water with ice. “drink this and go take care of your skin, okay? And make sure you don’t go to sleep in the clothes you’ve been in all day.”

You watch him nod with a pout then pucker his lips out for a kiss. you roll your eyes but give him a chaste kiss anyway. he giggles into your lips and moves to deepen it but you pluck yourself away before he can try. “c‘mon pup your gonna be tired in the morning if you don’t go now.”

turning him around you usher him out the kitchen with the glass in hand and towards his bedroom while he huffs out small ‘okay, okay’s and pads off to his room. just as he leaves yeonjun comes in the kitchen to get a water bottle out the fridge before grinning fondly at the scene. he places his bottle on the counter before wrapping his arms around your neck and scattering wet kisses all over your face and stopping at your mouth.

“you did so good today Jagi. looked so sexy dancing. Just wanted you to take me right there..” yeonjun murmurs against your lips. he watches you smile and lean to knock your forehead with his before licking his nose.

he sputters and groans while you move to squeeze his ass with a laugh. “ Thank you pretty boy, i was watching you too and you did amazing,” you peck his plump lips and lock eyes with him, “As always.” Normally he’d agree with a smug ‘of course, i’m always amazing.’ but seeing the genuinely loving look glaze over your eyes has him looking away and blushing like a little boy.

“T-Thank you..” he stutters, all of a sudden feeling shy and hot. he looks over your shoulder at the time on the microwave and remembers how late it is. Yeonjun grabs his forgotten water bottle and pecks your lips again before uttering a dreamy goodnight and a reminder to visit the maknaes then heads off to bed.

You grab another water bottle from the fridge before heading off to their room, as well as grabbing a stray molang plushie off the couch. upon approaching the boys room you can tell their both already laying down with the lights off due to the quiet sounds of youtube videos through the crack of their door.

After delivering a knock you enter their room and see taehyun watching his phone while in bed, kai seemingly already asleep facing his mountain of plushies. you pad over to taehyun as he smiles at you over his phone, “hyung!” he quietly exclaims before dropping his phone and opening his arms wide for a hug. you chuckle while setting down the water bottle on the stand next to his bed and dropping the stuffed bunny on the floor.

Engulfing him in a hug, you press warm kisses in the sensitive crook of his neck. Taehyun squeaks and pulls you away to watch the amused curl of your lips. “how was your day today prince?” you unravel one arm from him to lay next to him and rub a thumb over his faint eyebags, “ my baby looks so tired.”

He places a hand over yours and presses into his cheek, closing his eyes prettily, much like beomgyu. “I’m okay, hyung. My day was tiring but i got through it like always.” he opens his big boba eyes to gaze at you with an adorable grin, corner of his eyes crinkling in fondness at your concern, “you don’t have to worry about me. plus, i did good today, right?”

He watches you expectantly, huge eyes anticipating the praise he craves from you so dearly. “Yes my prince, you did so good. My good boy.” you pur. Taehyun visibly vibrates at your words, brightly beaming at you with his adorable dimple poking out from his cheek. He lurches forward and connects your lips, kiss filled with joy and happy emotions.

taehyun presses against you and hooks a leg around your waist, pulling you on top of him to smother him into the bed. he moans happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to get as close as possible as if you were to let go. you prod at his soft lips with your tongue and he happily lets you. humming into his mouth as he sucks your appendage then proceeds to slot against your lips once more.

You press him further into the mattress, rolling your hips down into him as he whines into you. your about to grind into him once more when you hear a sleepy voice from across the room;“hyung?”

you part from taehyun at the sound, resisting the urge to destroy him when you see him laying beneath you with such a hazy ‘fuck me’ look strewn across his dazed features. mouth wet and slightly swollen and tank top disheveled enough to where a brown nipple peaks from the side. you reluctantly turn your head to the side and see kai rubbing his eye then gazing at you both from his bed, “Me too.. please?”

his pretty eyes almost hypnotize you towards him in the dark room, the light from taehyuns forgotten phone the only thing allowing you to see his dreamy features. “c’mere then.” you beckon him over from your position, both you and taehyun watching him hop out of bed and shuffle over towards the both of you.

Kai stands in front of the bed, playing with his own fingers and waits patiently as you look over him. he’s in his boxers and a old pokémon tee that’s stretched at the collar, showing a good part of his bare chest and collarbones. you sit up on your knees with taehyun still between your legs, reaching for kai’s neck and bringing his face to yours.

“lay next to me baby,” you whisper, letting him crawl over you and tyun before settling on the opposite side, both boys now sandwiching you on the bed. he faces you and slots your thigh between his while he stares at your lips with desperate eyes, so so cute and obvious about what he wants.

you giggle and lean forward, pressing your lips against his wet ones. you both sigh into the kiss, licking at each other as his squeaky moans muffle into your mouth. you bite his bottom lip, sucking his tongue when he opens his mouth to moan loudly in surprise.

Kai starts subconsciously grinding against your thigh, pulling away by an inch to pant hot breathes against your face. “ah.. hyung,” he pauses to whine, “please— touch me, p-please touch me hyung!” kai whimpers, humping your leg with more fever.

taehyun watches kai from beside you, squirming with his own need and whining quietly under his breath, he wants your attention on him too. tyun places a hand on your navel, trailing his hand lower until he’s hitting the waistband of your sleep shorts. A hand gropes at the half-hard bulge forming between your legs, fondling in slow up and down movements.

He pants at the thought of having it in his mouth. tight, hot mouth suckling on the delicious head, gagging and choking on your delicious cock while stuffing his throat full. big wonderful eyes glossing over with the need to bury it deep inside him. he moves to slide his hand inside your pants to finally fish out what he’s been craving when he feels a hand on his wrist.

Taehyun snaps his head up towards you, realizing that you’ve long stopped playing with kai— in return letting him hump the air with his tongue out like a mutt. “Uh-uh tyunnie. I didn’t say you could touch, now did i?” you tut, moving his hand away and sitting up between both boys. “ You boys are so dirty. Can’t just kiss without getting drunk for my cock, hm?”

Both of them move to sit up along with you but you push them back down and shake your head with a faux sympathetic look. “If both of you want to cum so bad why don’t you play with each other? hyung is busy.” you move to go off the bed, picking up the stuffed molang plushie and placing it between the both of them. Hyuka immediately starts grinding his hips into the poor plush, pressing it into taehyun by doing so.

“A-Ah, hyung! Don’t be mean.” he stutters out. hyuka clings to his body, steadily grinding his hips into the stuffed animal, the force of his thrusts pushing it into tyuns neglected hard on as well. kai’s heavy tongue licks into taehyuns neck, causing him to whine and squeeze his eyes shut from the pleasure. “h-hyunggg,” he mewls out of habit. though he’s long forgotten you left him as you slip out of his room, quietly closing the door.

At the entrance of soobins room you stand in the dark, the door is shut behind you but you make no move to leave your spot. across the room soobin lays in his bed with his headphones on and head practically sucked into his phone.

his legs slightly hang off the long edge of the bed, toes curling and uncurling in tandem with each other. your eyes trail a bit higher, landing on the very noticeable bulge twitching through his boxers. every once in a while his hips would jut up into the air, hopelessly seeking friction.

you smile to yourself at his eagerness, deciding to end his pitiful suffering. soobin nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand cup him through his underwear— slamming his phone on the bed and ripping his headphones off.

“H-Hyung!” without the light of his phone you could only make out his wide doe eyes staring at you in surprise. you giggle and flick on his bedside lamp letting the light illuminate as much as it could. soobins flushed cheeks are more prominent this way, his cute ears practically dyed red and blonde hair messily unkept with strands sticking every direction.

You squeeze at his bulge, snapping him out of his surprised state and causing a cute whine to slip out his lips. “What are you watching that got you so worked up, bunny?” as soon as the pet name leaves your lips his hips twitch harshly upwards. your teasing grin widens at the action, groping him tighter and leaning down to lick a stripe up his neck.

“aah, y-yeonjunie hyung sent me a video of him playing with—“ he cuts himself off with a gasp when you suck on a particularly sensitive part of his neck, “ah! ah! his toys!! playing with his toys—!” soobin trembles in your hold, resisting the urge to curl away from your actions.

His toys hm? i’ll remember that. “Your supposed to tell me when they send you stuff like this bunny, shouldn’t Binnie get punis-“

“No!” soobin practically yelped upon hearing the word, he hates getting punished. He’s so eager to please that he barely ever acts out, unlike beomgyu and taehyun, but when he is punished he’s immediately fucked out and trying to redeem himself. “Bunny’s been good! S-So good!! bunny didn’t touch himself at all, jus watched Jjunie-hyung! Don’t want t’be puni-“

Suddenly, your hand latched onto his throat, pressing down tightly and pulling a harsh gasp out of him. Soobin immediately looked at your face above him, dark and ticked with anger.

“Did I say you could talk over me, Mutt?” Your palm dug deeper into his neck and angled his head to the side, bracing his flushed cheek towards you. “Can’t fucking talk now can you huh? Dumb bunny, nothing in this head right? Just a pretty face who can't just listen to his hyung." Soobin nodded along with every word as you bring your other hand up and press down on his lower lip, watching him loll his tongue out on instinct.

Soobin stared up at you the best he could through dazed eyes, drool beginning to leak from the side of his mouth. "You want it, don't you?" you whisper, daring him to speak through choked gasps. Soobin nodded his head to the best of his ability, sticking his tongue out farther while pleading with his eyes; yes, yes yes give it to me, please.

Your hand firmly holds open his jaw as you spit harshly into his mouth. "Swallow it." you let go of his throat and watch him gulp down his treat, letting out gasped ‘thank you's’ as he catches his breath. Soobin opens his mouth again proudly showing that he swallowed like you told him to.

You pull and snap the band of his boxers back onto his skin, “Off, now.” and Soobin scrambles to shrug the clothing down his lanky legs. He instinctively curls his legs up to his chest, veiny arms hooking under both his knees, baring his ass to you with a soft whine.

An adorable heart shaped plug rests snugly between soobins unmarked cheeks, “ Oh, fuck bunny..” you whisper in awe, slowly easing the plug out while watching his hole stretch around the wide base.

Soobin whined long and high pitched, throwing his head back into the pillow. “ Ahh please!! Please hyung!” he mindlessly begged, keening when he felt the plug being fucked in and out of him lewdly.

Soobin loudly wails when you finally pull it out of him, letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure when he feels two of your fingers circle around his rim. “ M’ready, m’ready hyung please fuck me! b-bunny’s been a good boy!”

you chuckle at the impatient tone in his voice, sinking your fingers into him and pumping deliciously against his walls. you don’t know how much longer you can resist him yourself, still tight gummy insides just begging to swallow your cock whole.

reluctantly slipping your fingers out of him and leaning back, you pull your sleep shorts down to your knees along with your boxers. You spit into your hand, fisting along the shaft while soobin drools at the sight.

His toes curl once he feels the wet tip prod at his hole and slowly push into him. He fights the urge to close his eyes instead of watching every inch of you sink inside him. “Oh, please..” Soobin whines out. Every single ridge and vein of your meaty cock deliciously dragging against his walls until you bottom out, leaving him twitching and breathless—barely able to speak from being so full.

With his pouty lips permanently held open in a silent moan and his doe eyes fighting back tears, Soobin silently pleads to start moving. You narrow your eyes at him for daring to ask anything when he’s pissed you off already, slowly pulling out until just the tip throbs inside of him and slamming your hips forward— dragging a loud wail out of him.

Your hips move like clockwork; heavily pounding him into the mattress with a bruising grip on his meaty thighs, each thrust pumping into him harder than the last and knocking the air out of soobins throat.

“So pretty, bunny.” you groaned out, angling your hips as deep as possible until your thighs ached. Soobin sobbed and let go of his legs, hands digging into the sheets next to his head. “ So fucking good.” you pushed forward until your chest was flush against his— as close as you could get with his knees pressing to his shoulders.

The new angle served as the perfect position for your cock to ram straight into his prostate, a loud squeal immediately flying out of his lips. “Hyung— oh my god..!” Soobins back arched as deep as it possibly could while being pressed into the bed, hands grabbing onto your back, hard. “Fuck it’s—! it’s sho good! sso good hyung, don’t stop! please ffuck me harder! Aaah..”

Soobin practically screams each time you pummel against that sweet spot inside of him, legs kicking wildly in the air. “Bunny— fuck m’ gonna cum soon, shit!” you moan into his ear. soobin can barely speak in response. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips bucked up into you the best he could, dumb cock twitching frantically between your bodies.

You quickly sit up and lay each of his legs on either side of your hips, his hands instantly flying to his flushed nipples. you lean back and resume your thrusts but this time fucking straight into his prostate. Each thrust tightening the band threatening to snap in his lower tummy, leaving his swollen dick bobbing helplessly with the force.

“C-Cum for me Bunny, make hyung proud.” It only took one of your hands fisting his throbbing tip to have him crying out a broken ‘c-cumming!’ and making a mess of himself all over his abdomen. You follow soon after him, burying deep and shooting your load into his warm insides, collapsing onto his wet chest.

Both of you start to doze off in each other sticky mess, even though you should get up and clean it before a staff member finds the both of you like this. Soobin mumbled quiet ‘i love you’s’ into your sweaty hair, dragging his tired limbs up and down your scratched back. Before your mind can teeter off into the sweet relief of sleep you press tender kisses against his pecs, playfully licking at his nipple and giggling at his sensitive whine.

The both of you are snoring by the time soobins phone pings with multiple messages from the groupchat:

Beommie 🧸

god are you guys FINALLY finished??

thought you guys were gonna fuck all night, jesus.

guys???

oh so now your quiet

holy shit don’t tell me tyun and kai are going at it to

omg you horndogs!

jjunie hyung 🫶🏼

just go to sleep beoms.

…

actually, come over

hearing them got me all needy

Beomie 🧸

🫡

#dom reader #dom!reader #soobin #sub!txt #sub soobin #sub!soobin #sub yeonjun #sub txt #sub!yeonjun #sub taehyun #sub!taehyun #sub!hueningkai #sub hueningkai #sub!idol #sub!kpop #txtsmut #soobin smut #yeonjun smut #sub!character #txt smut

[gothlcsan]

TXT ; THEIR KINKS

PARING idol!txt , reader (gender unspecified)

GENRE 18+ smut

SYNOPSIS txt and the kinks i associate with them

WORD COUNT 590

WARNINGS pet play, oral (reader receiving), dubcon, taehyun!panty sniffer/stealer, usage of pet names, very perverted…, stalker!kai, thigh jobs, dacryphilia

♫ somebody - keshi

a/n day seven of kinktober, not proofread! these are kinks i associate with the members and the ideas make me 😵‍💫 hehe if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging!

soobin painfully obssessed with oral. he cannot go a second without thinking about going down on you. you’ll come over to spend the night with your boyfriend and end up with his head between your thighs pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you until your eyes roll back into your skull and you’re drooling down your chin. he loves to wake you up with his head promptly back in between your thighs, love marks already scattered across the soft flesh as he swirls his tongue so perfectly making you tremble under his hands that held you up to his mouth via your ass. soobin loving the way you cum in his mouth or on his face, not stopping to test your endurance making you practically ride his face through the aftershocks.

taehyun is such a perv!!! loves to come into your room when you’re not home, digging into your hamper and finding already worn underwear, climbing into your bed! he’ll drown himself in your scent, underwear pressed firmly against his face as he jerks himself off to it. despite being together for a few years now he still gets off on the idea of you not knowing this habit of his, loving the confusion on your face when you complain to him that you’ve misplaced another pair of underwear not knowing it was stuffed in your boyfriend’s pocket the entire time.

yeonjun he’s so so so cute. most people assume he’s the dominant one if your two’s relationship not know he likes to be dressed up as your bunny, his moans flowing out like honey when you thrust into him so nicely. his eyes wet as you wrap your hand around the base of his throat, holding him in place, groaning that he was so good for you. he loves being told he’s such a good boy, shivering when you do so, so pretty and so sensitive, gentle pressure against his nipples making him cum all over. prettiest sounds ever.

beomgyu loves, i mean is absolutely obsessed with crying to get his way. he knows you’re into seeing him cry, his begging to fuck you making your body tingle with excitement every time. he’ll watch you strip in front of him but he’s not allowed to touch neither you or himself, his cock hard against his abdomen dark red and leaking. beomgyu will start to cry begging to fuck you, sobbing harder when you allow him to rut in between your thighs, the fabric of your tights feeling so good against his aching cock. :( he’ll cum so much, dirtying your shoes not even having to ask him as he quickly cleans up the mess with his tongue, cooing how good he is before kissing him all over.

kamal plushie lover who loves to buy plushies for his lover. however, unbeknownst to you, there’s cameras in every single one. you’ve found it so endearing that he buys you plushies, always helping you place them around your bedroom calling him a neat freak as he fixes them so none of them block one another. now, a cute habit was a coverup for something more perverted, kai in the car on the way to schedules, watching you through the camera app, smirking as he watches you get undressed. some days he’ll watch you touch yourself through the cameras, replying with, “i know baby, i know,” when you text him you need him so badly. you not knowing that typical answer being far from a phrase, him seeing and knowing exactly what you meant.

#gothlcsan #smut #kinktober #kpop smut #txt #txt smau #txt smut #sub yeonjun #sub beomgyu #txt x y/n #txt x reader

[beom9yus]

please. -choi yeonjun x reader

: afab!reader x yeonjun — you’re watching a movie when you notice yeonjun acting a little weird. the morning after is when things really start to unfold…

: sub!yeonjun, sex w/o condom, slapping yeonjun’s ass a lot lol…, a little bit of oral?yeonjun receiving, totally fucked out and overstimulated yeonjun of course—i know how i like to write him teehee, kinda soft at the end[no pun intended]

: 2k words — happy very late yeonjun birthday!!

Today was weekly movie night.

A night where all of you guys hung out together and watched a movie of whoever’s choice it was. Last week was your turn, and this time it was Soobin’s. 

“Soobin bro, what kind of movie is this?! Why’re we watching Fifty Shades of Gray as a group you weirdo,” Beomgyu was bickering with Soobin about his movie choice. 

Soobin only scoffed and crossed his arms, his bunny lips in a pout while he talks, “Hey! It was my turn this week, and this is the movie I want to watch so suck it up! It’s probably not even that bad and you guys are making a big deal out of it!” As they continued bickering, you couldn’t help but laugh at how crazy they both are. You turn to Taehyun, who’s on his phone scrolling, not paying any mind to the argument. He’s only here to spend quality time with the group anyways. You turn to see that Kai was also watching them bicker with a smile on his face, they were too entertaining. 

Finally, your eyes were on Yeonjun. You were sitting next to him and he looked…nervous? He’s never this quiet, like, ever. Worried, you touch his arm, not missing the way he jumped a little while he turns his head to look at you. You wish you could stop the way your heart beats rapidly, almost scared it was going to pound out of your chest. Maybe you liked Yeonjun. Ok, you did like him, but nobody had to know. You don’t want to ruin anything, things are already perfect and you don't want anything to change. 

“Y/n..?” 

You finally snapped out of your hazy thinking, eyes finally looking at the pretty orange-dyed hair man in front of you. “Oh, sorry, I spaced out.” He just smiles at you and nods. “Um, but, are you okay Jjun? You seem kind of..like, nervous or something. Are you hurt? Or do you feel unwell?” Yeonjun just looks at you, finally registering your words and shaking his head quickly, “ah no, no, I’m okay, really.” Staring at him unconvinced, you tell him alright and sit back to your original spot. You see that Soobin was finally putting on the movie, even against Beomgyu’s wishes. You giggle as you hear Taehyun finally make a remark at Soobin for being a pervert, Soobin frowning and pouting, and everyone else laughing. You see that Yeonjun only lets out a dry chuckle, not really laughing. You turn back to finally talk again amongst the group, and he just couldn’t help but to look at you from the side of his eyes, thinking about things you’d probably never find out.  

The movie was alright, it wasn’t as crazy as everyone thought it’d be, until it was getting to those kinds of scenes. You could tell the group was feeling awkward, from the way they coughed and were the most silent they’d ever been since you met them. There was a scene now where she was laid out on his lap, getting hit and slapped on her ass with a peg and his hands, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure, and you felt a shift on your right side where Yeonjun was sitting. You slowly, trying not to make it too obvious, try to look at him. He had a look you haven’t seen on him before, and a couch pillow on his lap. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to avoid eye contact with you, suddenly his face seemed way too focused on looking concentrated, staring at the screen. Weird….you try to shake off the strange thought that appears in the back of your head as you continue watching the movie. 

Throughout the movie, you see and feel Yeonjun shift constantly. You really want to ask him what’s wrong.

The movie was finally over. The guys are chatting now, laughing and making jokes about it now that the awkwardness is over. “I think Soobin should never be able to choose a movie again honestly,” Beomgyu said. With this single comment, bickering erupts in the room again. Also again, you see the way Yeonjun looks uncomfortable. He makes short eye contact with you, before quickly getting up and scurrying to his room without saying a word. The group watched as he left, and once they heard his door shut, they bursted out in obnoxious laughter. You didn’t laugh, you wanted to know if the reason they’re laughing is the actual reason he left. Of course you wanted to go into his room, wanting to talk to him more, stare at him so long that maybe you’ll seem like a creep, but you can’t help it, he’s too cute. But you know this probably isn’t the right time. As you all head to your rooms, you stop at Yeonjun’s door, wanting to knock, but going against it. 

The rest of the night was normal, you didn’t see him again, sadly. As you slowly drift to sleep, you imagine Yeonjun in your head, wanting to know what it’d be like to be with him. 

You wake up groggily, stretching your arms and feeling the sun hit your face as you yawn. You realize it was quiet, they must’ve left to practice or something, as they usually do. It wasn’t strange for your roommates to not be at home, being in a dance group required a lot of practicing, so they were out of the house a lot. You paid it no mind, scrolling on your phone for a few minutes before you slowly get up, feeling tired for no reason. 

You enter your restroom, wanting to finally get ready for the day. You were finally done brushing your teeth, until you heard a cry come from across the hall, sounding like it was from Yeonjun’s room. You felt your body still as you got goosebumps, running your fingertips against the skin, feeling fear in your stomach. What and who was that? Aren’t they all supposed to be at practice today? Are they actually home? No, like you realized as soon as you woke up, it was way too quiet for them to be at home. All these thoughts start running through your head as you tiptoe towards the room, cries and moans getting closer. They sound as if someone was getting fucked. Fear hitting you again, you start thinking, ‘what if some hobos broke in and are having sex on Yeonjun’s bed??’ Yeah, that’s ridiculous, you almost laughed at your own crazy thoughts when you hear another—moan? You slowly pluck up the courage to slowly open the door, and that’s when you see a sight you’ll never forget. 

Yeonjun was naked, legs spread out on his bed while holding his weeping dick in one hand and another on his neck. He doesn’t seem to have heard you from the loud sounds he was making. Your mouth went dry as you just stared at him, unable to process what was happening. You were about to slowly leave, hoping to save both of you from embarrassment and awkwardness, until you heard your name coming from his lips. “Y/n….” You thought he knew you were there in the doorway, just watching him like a weirdo, until you realized his eyes were still locked shut. You could see the way his cheeks were a pretty pink, his mouth opening and closing as he whimpered, “Pl-please y/n…been bad…”

Huh?

 He was writhing in the bed, hand still on his neck. You couldn’t believe what your ears were hearing. You could see the way his thumbed on his dark pink tip, spreading his precum around his head as he continued to jerk off. You couldn’t handle it any longer, he wanted you, and clearly from the current state of your panties, you wanted him back. You quietly get closer as you start to sit next to him on the bed, “Jjunie..” 

He lets out a small yelp as he quickly opens his eyes, as they immediately land on you. “Y/N..?!” You watch as he tries to cover himself up with anything. “I-I’m so sorry…I..I thought they’d all left!! I really thought you went with them! I’m so stupid I should’ve checked your location or something…I’m really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry y/n.” You see that he puts his face in his hands. It seemed like he was..crying? You panic as you reach over and remove his hands and grab his face by his chin with one hand. His eyes were red, his cheeks still pink, and his face wet from tears, you guess he was crying from embarrassment. Cute. “Oh my poor Yeonjun,” you coo. “Why’re you crying?”

 He avoids eye contact and hiccups as he responds, “was thinking of you when doing that, I know you’re disgusted and I’ve ruined everything, I’m sorry.” Seeing him in this state ignited something in you, maybe it was that one scene of the movie from last night, but the roles here were reversed. 

“Jjunie, you’ve been bad haven’t you..?” You smirk down at him as he finally holds eye contact. You watch his eyes go wide as he slowly shakes his head yes against your hand, finally processing what was happening. With your other hand bunched into his hair, you pull his head back. “What were you imagining Yeonjun?” You see the way he opens and close his mouth, biting his lips in the process. He shakes his head no, he doesn’t want you to know his dirty and perverted thoughts. “C’mon, you can tell me, I’ve already seen everything.” He cries out and you see his dick twitch, making you feel a sudden urge to grab it. As bad as you wanted to, you didn’t. With your hand still holding the back of his hair, you lean down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back hungrily, teeth hitting each other and mouths making out messily. You stop kissing him soon after as you tug on the back of his head again. Hearing him hiss at the action, you ask him again, “Jjunie, tell me what you were imagining.” He’s still shaking his head no, not wanting to tell you.

 “Fine.”

In a swift movement, you have his body over your thighs now. You can feel his tip rubbing against one of them as you start scraping your nails against his broad back. “Tell me Yeonjun.” Even though he’s humiliated from the position, he says no. “Don’t want to. You’re never gunna see me th-the same.” You say nothing as your palm makes contact against his bare ass, hearing a yell come from him. You soothe over the skin, already pink, and you don’t miss the way he shakes a little after the hit. You can feel his precum start to drip down your thigh at this point.

“Tell me now. Look how I have you already, nothing’s going to change my view on you now, you’re all pathetic and nasty for me.” Hearing nothing from him as he whimpers and slightly cries, you slap his ass again. This time he lets out a strangled moan, and you see the way he bites his lips and the way his eyes roll back. “I already know you’re dirty,” you whisper against his ear as you hit him again, “look at you, practically cumming just from me hitting your ass, aren’t you ashamed?” Yeonjun just puts his hands on his face as he tries to cover up another moan, and you feel him thrust lightly against your thigh like a shy animal.

“I’m going to leave if you don’t tell me.” You see his orange hair move as his head shoots up, eyes wide, “Y/n, no!! D-don’t leave please..’m so close…please…” you stare at him for a while until you respond. “Tell. Me. Or I will leave. You want me to stay right Jjunie?” This time he shakes his head quickly in a nod, “I was..was thinking about you having me like this, bent over your lap, and you smacking me the way you are now, just like in that movie. Wanted it so bad. Also want to fuck you, please.” “You could’ve just told me you know,” you start running your hands over his body, liking seeing him shake. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, “thought you didn’t like me like this, I was too scared.” 

You smile as you respond, “I’ve..liked you for some time now Yeonjun. Always thinking about you.” You didn’t realize he could blush any harder. Now he’s thrusting hard against your thigh again, whining and mewling as you see drool leave his mouth a little. You loved it, seeing how pathetic and how badly he wanted to get off. Giving him one last hard slap, you heard his mewl loudly, eyes furrowed, still rutting against your skin, he opens his mouth wide, “Y/n! Ffffuuuuck” he’s still whimpering and shaking as you felt your thigh become warm, his cum dripping down. You grab his shirt he must’ve taken off earlier and clean yourself.

You then tapped him, signaling him to lay down on the bed, and he did so, probably thinking you were about to cuddle him or something. Yeah, right.

You love seeing his fucked out face. He’s sweaty, his hair is a wet mess, drool still on the side of his mouth, trailing down to his jawline, and he’s breathing heavily. You watch his chest heave up and down quickly, still regaining his composure from his high. You get up, removing your tank top, along with your shorts and underwear, looking over at Yeonjun who still had his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. You crawl over to him and he opens his eyes now, looking up at you. He quickly glances over to your naked body, making a cute sound that you think might be a held back whine.

You smile at him like a cat, knowing what you were about to do was a little evil, but he couldn’t just leave you like this, right?

“Hey.”

He smiles back, letting out a breathless “hi.” You start to kiss him and he kisses you back, this time the kiss being slow and passionate. “Need you Yeonjun.” “Y/n…I, I can’t, need some time, okay?” You frown as you grab his soft dick and he hisses from the overstimulation. “Y/n…please…feels so overwhelming!” He once again, had his eyes rolling back as he moaned and shook. You lower your face until you’re face to face with his dick, giving him a lick. You hear him loudly grunt. You feel his dick hardening. Still giving him small licks, you look up to see him, “please Jjunie?” He looks down at you, tears wetting his face once again from how much overwhelming pleasure he’d felt. He gives you a slow nod, as you get up and start to align him against your slit. You lower yourself down on him, biting your lip and breathing deep and slow, finally feeling full from his pretty and thick dick. You press your hand down against his neck softly, and you see the way he starts to bite his lips harshly. He likes it.

You start grinding down on his dick, and you feel his hands grip your hips hard enough to give you bruises. “Feels so gooooood,” he thrusted up into you messily, becoming a slurring mess, saying nonsensical things, the only things you could make out were your name and “good.” His hair is slicked on his forehead now from how much he’s been sweating, and you could feel yourself building up an orgasm from his length hitting you right where it needed to. He regularly opened his eyes to stare at your boobs bouncing along with you, holding back from lifting up his body to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You started switching hands from getting tired of having one on his neck, and every time you pressed down on it, he would moan.

Yeonjun felt the way your soft and warm walls started sputtering around him, he was also so close to coming, but he wanted you to come first so badly. He wanted to see you encased in pleasure, only feeling good, because of him. He moved one of his hands off your hips and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing and watching your reactions through his blurry vision. Seeing how you moved against one specific pressure and speed, he continued, loving seeing your body twitch and spasm. You start to feel the knot in your stomach come undone as you look down on Yeonjun again, seeing his face in bliss. This sent you over the edge, you start shaking hard, feeling Yeonjun’s thumb still on your clit, making the same movements. You feel your walls clench down on his dick, as if trying to milk him for his cum and he cries out, almost sobbing, feeling himself spill his seed into you.

Body tired, you slowly lay on his body, both of you recuperating from your highs and breathing hard. He looks down at you, “I should’ve told you about what I wanted sooner if I knew this would happen,” he thinks for a while and gives you a kiss on your head, “and, I’ve liked you for a while too. If a while is about two days after you moved in.” You laugh softly as you bury yourself into his chest.

You were too tired to give back a response, knowing he knows you feel the same, and simply nodding your head against his chest. You both drifted asleep, not caring about him still being in you. 

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[pink-tea]

hii this is my first time requesting 🫣

reactions to pegging the txt members perhaps🧍🏾‍♀️

hi!! honoured to be your first request! i haven’t requested a fic from some of the other blogs I follow before so you’re ahead of me on that one haha

but pegging? yes.

// very sorry that this request took me so long to get to </3 i took a mini hiatus cause school was really starting to kill me, but i think i'm ready to get back into the groove now! please accept this as my apology!!

☆minors dni

☆ rating: 18+, nsfw

☆ tags: dom! reader, sub! txt, pegging, dacryphilia (crying), degradation, occasional use of pet names, name calling (slut, whore), hair pulling, scratching yeonjun: slight feminization, calling him a doll soobin: breeding kink beomgyu: overstimulation hueningkai: scratching taehyun: first time, strength kink

soobin

ღ god, he loves it

ღ he slips so prettily into subspace, turning from txt's reliable second oldest to your pretty little cock slut

ღ soobin likes anything that makes him feel as small as possible

ღ he's so tall that doing anything that makes him feel relatively small goes straight to his dick

ღ corner him, back him up against a wall, make him realize that he's trapped with nowhere to run: he's turned on

ღ tilt his chin up when he’s sitting, casting your shadow over him as you look down at him with bedroom eyes: instant turn on

ღ grab the back of his head and push his face into the sheets as you pound into his prostate from the back: he's cumming

ღ sweet sex is cute, he’d never complain if you decide to take your time with him, kissing praises and adoration into his skin

ღ but days where you toss him onto the bed? teasing him and berating him for the way he arches his back and buries his face into the nearest pillow without having to tell him anything? heavenly

ღ "what a good little whore," you coo, sliding into the space in between his legs and letting your hands wander over the plushness of his ass

ღ likes to get fucked fast and good, wants to feel nothing but pleasure, wants you take control and make him forget all of his worries

ღ wants you to put a baby in him so bad, i feel like he'd be obsessed with those strap-ons that actually squirt </3

ღ loves getting pegged

ღ please call him the dirtiest names, treat him so roughly and then wipe him down gently when your done, tell him he's your perfect angel while he gets embarrassed at the fact that he screamed for you to get him pregnant again

soobin cries out when you push his head down into the soft mattress, hands clawing at the ruined bed sheets as he struggles to ground himself. the grip on his hair is so harsh and painful, but the burning of his scalp can only translate into pleasure. he can feel the way you're leaning over him ever-so-slightly, can feel the way he's so utterly overwhelmed by your presence.

your strap keeps hitting deep inside him, barely letting him catch his breath every time you hit the part that makes him see stars he's been screaming so much his throat is sore . he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if we wants to beg you to stop or to just keep going. he lets out a series of staccato moans, letting out a whine when he tries to lift his head only for your hand to push him back down.

“you ok, baby?” you ask, doing your best not to sound too breathless as you pound into soobin’s plush ass. he can only hum in response, gasping when you replace the hand on his head to grip his slim waist. it’s the feeling of the way you take absolute control over him, using your hold on him to slam him back onto your strap with each thrust that has his mind reeling; poor baby’s so overwhelmed.

it doesn’t help that he’s rutting his flushed cock into the mattress beneath him with the angle you have him at, feeling his orgasm quickly build up in his stomach. he's only thinking about how big you feel inside—how nice it feels with you crowding him, making him feel small with the way he can't even lift his head up underneath you. his words slip before he can even catch them.

"cum inside, please," he sobs, feeling his orgasm catch up to him faster than he can handle. you smile at the request, leaning down so that you're pressed up against his back, hand sneaking down and almost making him scream when it wraps around his weeping cock.

"anything you want," you respond sweetly, soobin only moaning loud and shaky when the thrusting of your strap and the rhythmic strokes of your hand finally send him spilling into the sheets.

yeonjun

ღ yeonjun's such a pretty crier, definitely sobs and whines when you fuck him good

ღ he likes missionary, likes to cling onto you and rake his nails down your back while you're pounding into him

ღ you almost always ask if it feels good cause yeonjun just sounds like you're screwing him into oblivion

ღ yeonjun always answers with quick and dizzy nods, gasping out “yes yes yes!"

ღ he thinks you're such a ride, almost constantly daydreaming about sitting in your lap and bouncing on his favorite strap when you accidentally manspread while watching a movie with him

ღ treat him like your pretty little plaything

ღ feminize him just a little, call him noona, let him put on one of his skirts just so you can roughly push the fabric up as he slides down onto your strap

ღ he's obsessed, such a slut for the pleasure

ღ he’s sososo sensitive too; it just works out

ღ tease his nipples while he bounces on top of you, sucking and biting and just making a mess on his chest as he twitches in your lap at the stimulation

ღ or maybe even decide that you're done with letting him control the speed

ღ push him backwards so that he lands back down on the cushions while you admire the sight underneath you where he belongs

ღ grab his pretty little waist and slam him back onto your strap over and over like he isn't pushing himself against you too

ღ spilling absolute nonsense, telling you how good it feels, telling you how much he wants it

ღ and by the way his legs are hooked around you—preventing you from slipping out—you’d say he’s being pretty honest

your boyfriend looks so pretty when he cries, it’s to the point that your mind goes straight to the gutter the moment his eyes start to get misty. those pretty, wet eyes that look up at you when you shove him onto the bed. those pretty eyes that let tears slip through when you trigger his gag reflex, gagging around your fingers as your other hand works on scissoring and loosening him up.

pretty pretty eyes and that perfect little mouth of his that screams and cries once you’re shoved deep inside him. you love to hear him whine, god knows he loves to, but you can't help but muffle him with a kiss. plush, pink lips molding against yours as he struggles to keep up with the task of kissing you when he also wants to sob every time you hit his prostate.

give your poor doll a break, won't you? let him watch as you sit up and lean back, taking the hint that now he gets to set his own pace on how rough you fuck him. almost shaking as he sinks down onto your strap, heavily supported by you as he clings onto your shoulders.

your boyfriend looks so pretty, and you make sure to tell him that. leaning up to whisper in his ear how gorgeous of a cock slut he is, how much you could watch him go crazy over just your cock all day. a shiver goes down his spine at your words, and his dick twitches pathetically as you play with the hairs at the back of his neck.

once he starts to actually set a pace though, he can’t get enough. he’s bouncing so nicely, dick caught in between the both of you and making a mess on your stomach with precum. you end up making the decision to jerk him off as he rides you, smiling at the strangled cry that slips from yeonjun’s red and bruised lips as you rotate your wrist in the way you know he likes.

“[your name],” he gasps, a little breathless as he looks down at you. you only respond with a hum of acknowledgement, too busy giving kitten licks to his tip as he struggles to concentrate on fucking himself on you. “I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he tries to warn you, lips bruised and red as he pouts. you smile a little as you feel his fingers trail delicately through your hair.

“is that so?” you ask apathetically, adjusting your hand so that your middle finger and thumb end up pressing together as a makeshift cockring around the base of his dick. yeonjun cries out at the pressure, beginning to squirm before one of your hands grips his waist to keep his hips locked where they are. “then I guess we just have to make sure you don’t come till I tell you to,” you decide cruelly, staring up at yeonjun’s watering eyes.

beomgyu

ღ never changing my bratty beomgyu agenda

ღ + oral fixation beomgyu BUT since this is specifically pegging I leave that for another day

ღ sometimes he craves just getting absolutely railed by your strap, craves the feeling of being put in his place by his pretty dom

ღ always doing something to rile you up, especially around friends or company

ღ beomgyu knows how to use his words, knows that if he asked you nicely with his doe eyes to take him home and fuck him till he forgets his name, you would

ღ your eyes would go a little wide and maybe you'd scold him with a blush on your cheeks, but you'd make sure to leave the dinner the two of you got invited to a little early so that you can take care of him

ღ but gyu doesn't want to wait, he wants you now and he knows how to get what he wants as soon as he wants it

ღ so he starts to act up, kissing sweetly at your neck while you're in the middle of conversation with an old friend, watching you freeze up before you hastily insist that you should all sit down to eat now

ღ and obviously there’s no way you’re able to ignore the fuck me eyes the rest of the night, the playing footsies under the table while your poor friends chat away mindlessly, the smirk on his lips and—fuck, is that lipgloss?

ღ it’s to your utter dismay and annoyance once you have to stand up and announce sadly to your friends that you and your boyfriend have to leave

ღ gyu is eager to hop out of his seat and cling to your arm as the two of you leave, eager for what’s to come

ღ and what’s to come is his sixth orgasm, tears dried on his cheeks and more streaming down as beomgyu hiccups and whines underneath you

ღ you have his pretty legs on your shoulder, leisurely fucking into him as you twist his poor overstimulated cock in your hand

ღ beomgyu thinks he’s close to passing out before you angle your hips a certain way and slam into his prostate, making him cry out as his back arches

“hurts," beomgyu whines, tears pearling up on his lashes as he looks up at you with glossy eyes. cute, you think fondly. but you don't let yourself echo the thought because right now you're supposed to make sure that your beomgyu cums enough today that he doesn't act up for the next week.

"does it, gyu?" you ask, smiling when he only pouts and nods in response, legs twitching from where they rest on your shoulders. "that's too bad, should've thought about that before making us leave dinner early," you tsk, squeezing beomgyu's dick at the tip and making him almost scream at the oversensitivity. the two of you are a mess, the only sounds in the room being your scoldings, beomgyu's moans, and the wet sounds of the lube in his ass and the precum dripping down your hand.

beomgyu liked it messy, you liked beomgyu. but you didn't appreciate his behavior when he wanted something. of course beomgyu was capable of just asking you for it, but when he wants to get fucked rough and dumb, suddenly the only thing he can do is annoy you enough to warrant punishment. the two of you loved beomgyu's punishments, but you had been looking forward to this specific dinner.

"wanted to spend time with you," beomgyu tries to sweet talk, looking up at you with those big doe eyes that always manage to catch you off guard. you glare down at him, taking your hand off his dick and slapping it harshly. the action makes beomgyu jump, the feeling of pain and pleasure making his jaw drop into a loud, whiny moan.

"i always spend time with you" you scold, listening to your boyfriend's cries as you pick up the pace of your wrist on him again. you let your free hand tangle into the messy looks of his overgrown wolf-cut, brushing back his bangs before grasping at the strands hard enough to make sure he can't break off eye contact with you. using the grip on his hair to ground yourself, you thrust into him roughly, setting the punishing pace that you love and that turns him to mush.

"you're gonna have to learn how to share someday," you sigh condescendingly, watching beomgyu's eyes flutter and fight against the urge to shut as you speak to him. "was really looking forward to dinner, but now i have to spend my time fucking you rough so that you learn your lesson," you continue, mean even though all you can think about it how pretty gyu looks as he's about to come, loud cries turning into gaspy moans as he struggles to keep his legs hooked over your shoulder.

"m' sorry," he gasps out, a stray tear finally rolling down his cheek. you smile at the apology, releasing his hair so that you can swipe the tear away with your thumb. you know he's not, but you love him anyway.

hueningkai

ღ he likes to face you, loves missionary

ღ especially loves it when you end up folding him in half and fucking him deep into a mating press

ღ something about him and his flexibility gets to me

ღ y’all remember that to-do episode where they’re measuring their flexibility and hueningkai learns that he gotten so much more flexible now that he’s older?

ღ you already know omg

ღ want to take advantage of it, making him shiver and moan cause he’s getting fucked so good but his thighs burn at the stretch of whatever position you have him in </3

ღ wall sex, hueningkai getting dangerously close to knocking picture frames off your wall as he desperately tries to find something to hold onto

ღ his back is pressed against the wall but he’s shaking and crying because he’s struggling to stand on one leg, his other pressed close enough to his chest that he can feel the burn even as you fuck into him

ღ on the bed too, having him on his back while you grip his legs, spreading them before suddenly you’re pushing down on them into a makeshift middle split

ღ hueningkai’s so out of breath, sometimes you have to remind him with a sweet kiss to breathe

ღ oh my god, definitely a scratcher i can feel it in my bones

ღ holding onto you for dear life as you fuck him dumb, nails digging into your back and leaving red lines to discover in the morning

ღ tease him about it, make him feel a little bad when you move one of your hands from his thighs to pin his wrists above his head

ღ "no need to mark me up, you know i'm yours," you coo, kissing away the tears that roll down kai's cheeks because holy fuck if you keep hitting that spot he's so done for—

hueningkai's barely thinking at this point, only thinking about how pretty you look above him, how good you feel inside. he's trying not to slip away, trying to keep his mind with you as he grunts and moans with every thrust of your hips into his. his hands are pinned besides his head, tangled with yours as you rock into him.

"i love you," he manages to gasp out, making you snap your gaze back up to his flushed face and dazes eyes. with a smile you start to slow your thrusts, untangling one of you hands to hold hueningkai's face as press your lips against his. he melts at the physical affection, smiling although he's really trying not to pant into your mouth.

"love you too," you respond after you pull back, removing your hand from his face to trail down his body before it rests on his shin. "love your body, love how good you are for me,"you start to list, catching kai off guard when your hand finally gets a good grasp around his shin. "love your flexibility too, don't you?" you ask, smile widening as you watch the question finally make sense in the boy's brain.

soon, you're lifting his leg up to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of his ankle before you're pressing his leg into his chest. his knee folds at the motion, but the action still provides a burn where his muscles stretch and kai groans at the feeling. you shift above him, leaning in close enough to kiss hueningkai's nose and making his eyes flutter open (he didn't know he had closed them?).

"you feeling alright?" you ask gently, watching the way hueningkai's brows furrow and the way his mouth drops into a pretty 'o' shape at your experimental thrust. shakily, he nods, closing his mouth to swallow thickly. his skin feels warm at the touch, the hand that you hadn't untangled from his is sweaty at this point.

"feels good," he admits, giving you a heart shaped smile that makes you swoon. he leans up to give you a kiss that you accept before you pick up your pace, resuming your original goal of getting your boyfriend to cum now that you're sure he's okay. the sudden speed makes hueningkai break the kiss with a moan, his free arm quickly wrapping around you as you hiss at the feeling of his nails digging into your shoulder—grounding himself.

taehyun

ღ strength kink strength kink strength kink, don't get me started

ღ at first he honestly didn't know how to feel about pegging, open to doing anything with you but he's just never thought about doing it before

ღ idol life has limited his sexual experiences, so when i tell you that the foreplay already has him shaking like a leaf, i mean it

ღ curling your fingers so nicely against his prostate that he's wailing, head buried into the sheets while he's struggling to hold his hips up for you

ღ if this is just from stretching him out, he doesn't know how he's going to handle taking your whole strap

ღ but you start out sweetly with him, letting him catch his breath while he twitches and gets used to the feeling cause jesus he feels so full

ღ but then once you get into the rhythm, taehyun doesn't know how he can come back from this

ღ hitting him deep with the strap but taehyun keeps trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure

ღ his hands are clawing at the pillows as he tries to escape from the feeling of your confident thrusts, but before he knows it your hands are grabbing at his and tugging them behind his back

ღ if he was gasping before now he's full on sobbing, the position forcing his back to arch and making the silicone toy hit his prostate at a new angle that makes his head spin

ღ hold his hands behind his back with one hand and use the other to tug his head back, making him whine as you trail bites and kisses up his neck

ღ "were you trying to run away from me?" you ask, sucking pretty red hickeys onto Taehyun's skin as lewd sounds from both the sex and himself fill the room

ღ "mm—no," he denies, head swimming before he yelps as you push him back down into the covers

ღ it's so sinful, the way he looks at you with such pretty big eyes while his muscles tense under your touch as you blow his back out

ღ you both know that he could stop you at any moment, yank his arms out of your grip whenever, but the feeling of strength and power you hold over him is addicting and he can't get over it :(

a slight shift in your hips makes a spark of pleasure roll down taehyun's spine, and he's quick to whine and start melting down onto the bed. his face is pressed into the sheets but he still does his best to keep his hips up for you.

“I think you can move now,” he says, voice just barely above a murmur. you hum in acknowledgment, running your hands over his back before settling to hold onto his waist, starting with slow thrusts that pull a low moan from your boyfriend. taehyun’s already squirming, twitching at the full feeling.

it only takes a few more thrusts before taehyun is moaning and gasping at the pleasure, dick painfully hard and leaking precum onto the sheets underneath his hips. he feels boneless at this point, almost limp in your hold and its up to you to hold his hips and slam him back down onto your strap and fuck if that doesn't send his mind reeling. he knows that your hands are going to leave bruising on his skin and something in his brain turns into mush at the idea.

he's quickly out of his thoughts at the feeling of the silicone dildo ramming into his prostrate suddenly catching him utterly off guard. he cums with a muffled scream, biting hard into the pillow underneath him as you still behind him. he thinks you're letting him catch his breath, shuddering at the force of which his first orgasm hit him.

he yelps at the feeling of you resuming your thrusting after he calms down, looking at you over his shoulder with wide eyes. "i-i came," he stutters, trying to remind you as if you didn't already know. taehyun only gets a hum of acknowledgement as answer, one of your hands sliding down from his hip to grab his shoulder. he doesn't get to think much before suddenly you're pulling him up and forcing him to arch and sit back on the strap.

he gasps wetly, tears welling up in his eyes as his hands blindly reach for yours. he throws his head back, exposing his neck as he tries to rest his forehead on your shoulder. catching your eye, he gets a smile and a kiss pressed to his head before another thrust jostles him and forces out a cry from the overstimulation.

"maybe you won't muffle your moans this time," you throw, making taehyun groan as he realizes he's getting punished for hiding his noises from you while he came </3

#sub txt #dom reader #txt smut #sub idol #sub soobin #sub taehyun #sub beomgyu #sub yeonjun #sub hueningkai #txt x reader #txt headcanons #guys im sorry for disappearing </3

[run2gyuz]

Hard thought!!!✨✨

You’ve gone out to get groceries while Yeonjun (or tyun) was sleeping and he woke up and you obviously weren’t there and he couldn’t find his phone and he started crying and prayed you came home and you walked in and saw him crying and asked him what’s wrong and he said that you left him (he has separation anxiety and he never told you cuz he’s scared you would leave him) and Yeonjun told you about it and then you calmed him down and apologised to him then you peppered him in kisses and it turned into you bouncing on his cock softly and whispering things in his ear like “ ‘m sorry Junnie” “you should’ve told me sooner baby” and yappa yappa but like yeah you left Yeonjun to go buy food and it turned into soft makeup sex😭👀✨✨✨✨✨

you can add if you want or remove stuff✌🏼❤️

OML YES YES I love your mind

Switch leaning sub!Yeonjun x fem!reader

𝘼/𝙉: Soft sex with Jun isn’t a want atp it’s a need :(

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: talk of anxiety, depictions of anxiety, cumming inside (grrrrr), riding, established relationship, lottts of praise

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MINORS DNI

When Yeonjun woke up and his hands weren’t wrapped around your body he went into full panic. He was sure there was some logical explanation as to why you weren’t next to him but he couldn’t possibly think straight without you beside him, he should have told you about his anxiety, but he didn’t want you to just think he was clingy and leave him! The more he thought of you being away from him the more he felt the panic rise within him. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall.

The boy scrambled around looking for his phone, tears now silently streaming down his cheeks. He couldn’t find it anywhere! God knows how long you were going to be, or even if you were going to come back at all, such thoughts clouded the boys head, crying into his hands. He was attempting to dry his eyes and calm himself, what if you walked in and saw him in such a state? You’d probably leave him, and then what? What would the boy do without you? Yeonjun let out another sob at the thought of you forever leaving him, as the front door of your apartment opened.

The boy hadn’t heard you come in due to his cries, so he had no time to attempt to dry his eyes before you find your way to his side, pulling him into you at an attempt to console him. “Yeonjun? What’s wrong my love? Are you okay?”. The boy clung to your side, sobbing into your neck mumbling, “why did you leave me?”. You pulled away from him slightly, telling him you only went to get groceries, that you would’ve told him if he wasn’t asleep.

The boy sat up slightly, drying his eyes and holding your hand in his, “There’s something I need to tell you,”. You look at the boy worriedly, questioning if he was ok. The boy began to explain his separation anxiety, which was why you walked in on him in tears, “I just didn’t want you to leave me, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,”. You squeeze his hands, muttering that he didn’t need to be sorry and that, “I’m never going to leave you baby, I promise I’ll tell you next time okay?”. The boy nodded, eyes still slightly watering, he looked so pretty like this. “How about I make it up to you hm?”

“Fuck Yeonjun, you’re so pretty,” you whispered, bouncing on the boys cock, as he fell back against the bed with a whine. You grabbed his hands, pulling him up to meet you again, “wanna be close to you Junnie,”. You felt the boys hands reach around your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him while leaving kisses along your neck, occasionally leaving faint love bites.

As you could feel your movements get slower due to loosing strength, you resorted to grinding down on Yeonjuns dick instead, leading to him tipping his head back letting out a breathy, “fuck _____,”. You squeezed on his dick occasionally, leading to him fucking into you as you muttered sweet nothings into his ears.

“You’re so god for me Jjunie,”

“I’m sorry baby,”

“You should have told me jjun,”

You felt Yeonjuns thrusts into you get staggered and sloppy as he neared his edge. The boy leaned forward to lean his head on your shoulder, grabbing your hips firmly as he began to push you up and brown on his cock, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your gummy walls against his sensitive dick. “F- Fuck, g- gonna cum okay? Can I cum inside, just this once promise?” You nodded, not even registering what the boy was asking. As Yeonjun pressed you down onto his cock on final time you felt him release inside of you, quickly followed by your own release as Yeonjun let out an almost pornographic moan.

“You’re so good Jjunie,” you whisper, pulling his hair behind his ear and kissing his cheek. The boy smiles into your touch, letting his hands fall to your hips, muttering a, “let’s just stay like this for a while,” before he began kissing your neck once again.

𝘼/𝙉: pls like + reblog <3

STOP BECAUSE WITH THIS JUN???

#run2gyuz #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #tomorrow x together hard thoughts #tomorrow x together hard hours #tomorrow x together smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #sub yeonjun #sub idol

[bigkpopstan]

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.

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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[miuwrld]

yeonjun looks great in every angle: in front of you, behind you, from the side. but, an underrated angle that’s saved just for you is under you. he’s so whiny, so desperate. his mischievous eyes yet puffy lips pursing up in need of you. it’s pathetic. he craves your strong grip on his hair. he wants you to move him about and to just do whatever you want with him. he’s yours , and only yours. he doesn’t want it any other way, he’s addicted to you. sit on his face and watch as he smiles in joy tasting you, pull his hair and complain, slap his face and degrade him. he wants everything you can give him. he can take anything you give him. his long fingers inside of you as he kisses you everywhere, taking in your light smell. his tongue roaming your body and tasting all of you. his insane chuckle as he finally can give you hickies. his whimpers just because you touch him.

oh baby, junnie won’t ever let you go.

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[cinnamon-won]

Hi I saw that you’re comfortable writing omorashi, could you maybe do a sub!Yeonjun fic with omo involved please 🥺

Hold it | TXT Yeonjun (requested)

Minors DNI

Words: 1.5k

Description: Yeonjun didnt have strong bladder but still didn’t pay attention to your advice about drinking, so you decided that he needed to be taught a lesson.

Pairing: sub!yeonjun x dom!reader

Warnings: omorashi, humiliation, slight exhibitionism, teasing, a little fluff at the end +lmk if there’s more

Masterlist

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“Yeonjun, be careful of how much you drink!” You exclaimed, taking the bottle out of his hand. You knew about how easily your boyfriend’s bladder could fill up, but he always seemed ignorant to that fact about himself.

“Relax, there’s always public bathrooms around,” he said, taking the bottle of water back out of your grasp.

You would say you were surprised by his disobedience, but this is how he always acted in front of his friends. He liked to pretend he was the one in charge in the relationship whenever he was in front of them, that stupid male ego. But you knew the reality of just how obedient he could be behind closed doors. You huffed, praying he'd have an accident just so that you could rub it in his face that you were right and he was wrong.

When you all arrived at the beach, you got out excitedly and helped the boys carry all of their stuff to the perfect spot. As you set everything up, you noticed a change of expression on Yeonjun’s face which made you smile to yourself. The second you had your things set up, you pulled him onto the blanket and perched yourself on his lap, shuffling to get comfortable. His eyes widened as he held back a gasp.

Yeonjun held your hips still and looked at you with a confused expression. In response, you shrugged with a smile and reached for the pack of strawberries. The rest of the boys sat down and handed around drinks to help with the dehydration caused by the sun. you thanked them cheerily, opening the bottle and taking a sip before passing it to Yeonjun. He chugged the rest of the bottle and aimed it at the recycling bag that Beomgyu was holding.

The day went on with laughs and games, the heat of the sun making everyone drink continuously. A couple hours later, Taehyun suggested they all go for a bathroom break, but you say that you’re fine and remain comfortable in your position in Yeonjun’s arms. He seemed like he wanted to get up, but you were adamant in not moving.

“You guys go ahead,” Yeonjun said to his friends.

“Don’t have too much fun without us,” Beomgyu laughed as the four of them walked away.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Yeonjun looked at you. “What are you trying to do?” He asked.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, you mindlessly flipped your magazine.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Yeonjun said, attempting to move you so that he could stand. You tried to put your whole weight on him so that he got the message that you wouldn’t be letting him go.

“Y/n~” he whined, trying to push you off again.

“I’m sure you can hold it a little longer. We’ll go together in a few hours.” You reached for the snacks in the middle of your picnic blanket and began eating without a care in the world. Occasionally you would feed Yeonjun, or bring up a conversation.

Meanwhile Yeonjun was doing everything he could not to burst. He tried counting in his head as a distraction but lost count when you began shuffling in his lap to get comfortable again. The pressure of you on his lap was stressful enough and he just couldn’t take his mind off the full bladder that he was fighting against. Yeonjun’s legs trembled from all the effort he put in not releasing. His mind was foggy and he lost track of whatever you were saying. After a while, he began to wonder where his friends were and they were taking so long. Yeonjun could do with a better distraction right now. However, he was also thankful that they weren’t here to see him being such a mess.

“Y/n I don’t think I can hold it for much longer,” Yeonjun said, a pleading tone in his voice.

Yeonjun attempted to regulate his breathing but knowing that you were very aware of his dishevelled state was somehow turning him on. He prayed you wouldn’t realise how much his body was reacting to the situation, but he wouldn’t be able to hide it for long.

Suddenly he had an idea.

“Why don’t we go and play in the water?” Yeonjun suggested. “It’s really hot out here.”

Yeonjun thought he was a genius for this idea. He just had to go in the ocean and no-one would know; he would get his relief and save himself the embarrassment of wetting himself. What he didn’t know is that you saw right through his simple plan. Yet you agreed, formulating a plan of your own.

“Okay, let’s go,” You said with a bright smile. You stood up and outstretched your hand to help him up.

Yeonjun’s body trembled as he tried to stand up. The second he diverted his attention from his bladder to his balance, he felt a little pee release. He quickly looked down to see if it was visible, sighing in relief when he noticed that it wasn’t.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, pretending to be oblivious.

“Nothing,” Yeonjun said with a forced smile, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You caved into the hug, wrapping your arms around his waist. Slowly, you slipped a hand under the tank top and pressed lightly on his lower abdomen. This caught Yeonjun off guard. He let out a small moan as more urine was released.

“Y/n please stop teasing!” His eyes became teary as he looked at you in desperation.

“What do you mean?” You asked innocently. Your hand travelled down until it hovered over the wet patch on his pants. “I know you’re enjoying it.”

You pressed a finger down on the outline of his dick and he felt the wet material against him.

“So disgusting jjunie, you’re wetting yourself like a child,” you muttered into his ear, making him whimper.

“N-no I’m not…”

Again you pressed your palm down onto the wet patch and he gasped.

“Y/n please if you keep teasing me I won’t be able to control-”

“You never had control jjunie, I knew you were going to wet yourself. Didn’t I tell you to watch how much you drank?” You scolded, watching the different expressions on Yeonjun’s face.

“I’m sorry…”

Whilst one hand was on his crotch, the other went back to his abdomen. You pressed on them simultaneously, making Yeonjun fold.

“Please please I’m sorry! I should have listened to you,” he sobbed. Another splash of pee and a larger wet patch. When he had slightly regained composure again, he looked at you with blushed cheeks, covering his crotch with his hands.

“Come,” you said, pulling one of his hands away so that you could hold it. “Didn’t you want to play in the water?”

Yeonjun was reluctant to walk across the beach with wet pants. It was quite obviously not an accidental drink spillage, but you were relentless on your mission to make him feel shame for disobeying you. And a part of Yeonjun enjoyed it; losing control, being humiliated and teased.

When they reached the water, the splashing waves sent Yeonjun’s mind into overdrive. His legs quivered as he tried to keep whatever dignity he had left.

“Aren’t walks along the shoreline just so romantic?” You asked, giving Yeonjun’s hand a little squeeze. He almost laughed because this situation was far from romantic.

You pulled him along, letting your feet become covered in water. Yeonjun’s heart almost stopped, over-exerting himself to keep holding. You let go of his hand, crouching down to collect some water in your hands. You stood up again and splashed the water on Yeonjun with a giggle.

The mix of cold water on his body, wet sand against his feet and your teasing laughs were too much for Yeonjun to handle.

“You better not go here, Yeonjun,” You said threateningly.

“I can’t!” He whined.

“Hold it Yeonjun,” you said.

A tear slipped out of Yeonjun’s eye and he started stuttering frantically. “I- I c-can’t I can’t I can’t-”

And before you could prod him any further, Yeonjun’s beige pants became a darker shade of brown as the wetness grew in size. He stood still, too afraid to look at the damage. You looked him up and down, wanting to keep the image in your mind forever. The sight of Yeonjun standing still, the pee staining the front of his pants, his hair slightly covering his eyes, blushed cheeks and shame written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, lowering his head.

You quickly jumped up to hug him, not caring about the wetness. You stroked his hair and comforted him, wiping away the tears. “It’s okay,” you said. “Accidents happen.”

You then pulled him deeper into the ocean until you were both covered in water from the waist down. You peppered him with little kisses until he finally broke into a smile.

“Where do you get these crazy ideas from?” He laughed, hugging you tightly.

“You enjoyed it too, don’t lie.”

“Maybe just a little.”

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Note:

Heyyy!! I can’t believe I didn’t see this earlier. I think there’s something wrong with my notifs :’) Anyways hope this was ok, I wrote it quite fast because I haven’t written in a long time. Thanks for getting me out of my writers block with this ask! 🩵

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

what type of noises do you think txt make in bed?

Okay so, Yeonjun would be kinda in the middle of loud and quiet-a bit more on the quiet side tho. A lot of breathy pants and heavy breathing with the occasional moan or whine.

The thing is, he can be loud if he wants to-not in like an obnoxious faking way-but more in the way that he'd been holding in his noises before.

I do think though that he whines and pants a lot.

Soobin is a whimperer. You cannot convince he otherwise, i think that he whimpers a lot because at the end of the day that huge beautiful man is a cute little baby that wants to be taken care of.

He is truly the middle range. Not super loud but not super quiet, depending on what you're doing that'll change.

And so I think that it'd be really fun to try exhitionism with him.

-Not super far-just in single person bathrooms or empty closets with a lock, not a huge chance that someone will be able to catch you and see you but enough that someone could hear you if he gets too loud, you just gotta whisper in his ear every time he lets out a noise, warning him, reminding him.

Now with Beomgyu I feel that he's really loud; another whiner but he also cries and mewls a lot.

He has no filter and does not care. Will not try to hide a single noise at all and has no care for who might hear.

If you were to try and get him to be quiet with a gag or your hand, etc, he'll just try to be louder and when you take it off he'll whine and pout, trying to guilt you saying shit like 'i just want everyone to hear how good you make me feel, don't you wanna hear my noises?'

Super cute and super hot but is a little shit about it in the end.

Taehyun would be on the quieter side because he’d be so embarrassed and wouldn’t want even the chance for anyone else to hear. 

Mostly moans but tries to be super quiet for it, placing his face right beside your ear so you can hear him really well. It’s cute, if he lets out an especially loud one his face will turn completely red and his hand will slap over his mouth so fast there’s an audible slap.

He’s also another one that breathes heavily and pants a lot.

And lastly, Hueningkai. Whimpering and whining a lot, probably mewling too, he’s really cute with his noises and isn’t super loud but also isn’t quiet. He’s shy too so that influences how loud he is too but if you’re alone he’s gonna be a lot louder.

I think he’d scream or like shriek, especially when he cums, it’d be super loud. 

He gets louder as it goes on, so in the beginning he’ll start off quieter and then get louder as you touch him, rising in pitch and volume the more he gets worked up and by the end he’s cumming with a loud cry.

He’d also definitely moan a lot while giving head

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[tteokbin]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [closet] - 연준.

yeonjun -> sub!yeonjun x dom!male!reader

content -> dom!reader, grinding, hints at ot5! x reader, reader is the 6th member of txt, alluding to a blowjob, tiny tiny amount of degrading for like a second

pt. 1 of my txt ot5 au.

note : tbh i was debating if i should post this or not cause i usually write for genshin, if this flops then oh well 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hot breathes and muffled pants heat up the restricted air of the small storage closet.

yeonjun let’s out a high-pitched muffled whine when you suck on his tongue just the way he likes, cold hand twisting at his nipples through his lace vest. his arms around your neck tightens as he tries to smother you against him.

he pulls apart and nearly slams his head on the wall behind him in a gasped moan when you grind against his bulge just right. his pretty neck adorned with jeweled chokers you want to pull with your teeth. you bury your head in the crook of his neck, kissing as lightly as possible to not leave any marks or disrupt his makeup, though both of your makeup seems to be ruined through your frenzy.

“ fuck… such a sexy kitty.” you groan against his ear. yeonjun lifts his head to kiss your lips a few times, pushing his hips into yours with visible desperation. he tries to pry your hand off his chest and around his neck but you don’t let him. instead hooking your thumb into his mouth, pressing down on his hot tongue. “ we have to go soon, pretty. what’re you gonna do abt our little problem, hm?”

jjun gargles a unintelligible response as your thumb pushes further into his throat, rolling his hips harder against you. he moans heavily around your finger, dark bangs covering his lust struck eyes. his cock throbs harshly against the constricting leather. one of his hands travel up to pull your hand out his mouth, giving one last suckle before popping it out.

“ want you to fuck me—“ he presses his lips to yours, “please fuck me, want your cock so bad.” dragging out the last word with a swallowed moan as you reach into his pants and jerk off his pre-cum slicked dick. your lips devour his pouty ones, making sure to swell them more than usual.

“you know i want to fuck you more than anything right now kitten, but then we’d be late.” you whisper against his lips, “ plus i can already hear gyu whining abt how it’s not fair when he’s been begging for-“ he cuts your sentence off with his lips, nearly rolling his eyes at the thought of beomgyus antics.

yeonjun yelps in suprise when you bite at his bottom lip harshly, trailing down and biting dark marks into his jaw. “fuck please faster. m’ gonna cum soon.” he whines out. you smile into his neck, jerking your hand faster and tighter around his cock. “ o-oh my god!! fuccck!”

yeonjun thrusts his hips up to meet your fists the best he could, eyes rolling back as he lets out a loud whiny moan. you giggle at his cute fucked out face, trying to resist swallowing up his fat lips in turn of watching him tremble and whimper pathetically.

“ohmygodimgonnacum—!” he babbles incoherently after a couple more rough pumps to his swollen tip. yeonjun feels like he’s floating. body nearly vibrating from the pleasure as he screams into a hand he quickly slapped over his mouth. his knees wobble from the intensity, collapsing into your arms as his mind tries to navigate back into his head.

you press sweet kisses all over his face, gently pressing him against the wall to stand on his own two feet. “did so well my prince, always doing so good for me..” mumbling sweet nothings in between each kiss planted on his pretty face.

yeonjun basked in the fluffy atmosphere of your actions, letting you place one last kiss on the tip of his nose before he giggles and sinks to his knees. he leans forward and presses his nose into your clothed bulge while keeping eye contact with you from the ground.

“i know you love my mouth…” he mumbles against the fabric, mouthing and sucking teasingly through the cloth. “know you want to fuck my throat so fucking bad.” you watch as the slutty junnie you know comes to life, teasing the waistband of your pants to rouse a reaction out of you.

and damn does it work.

swiftly pulling your pants down and below your knees as well as your underwear, you bury his face into the musk of your leaking cock. “such a fucking cockslut you are jjun.” he moans at the degrading name and moves his face backwards from you for just a moment, sticking out his tongue while boring his pleading eyes into yours.

you immediately understand what he wants and chuckle, stroking yourself a few times before slapping the fat tip onto his hot appendage repeatedly. he whimpers each time it hits his tongue, threating to close around it and just suck you off already.

“alright my prince, make me cum with that dirty mouth of yours.”

both you and yeonjun walk into the dressing room a disheveled mess, well more so yeonjun than you. him with dark marks all over his neck, swollen red lips, messed up hair and by the way he awkwardly walks in his pants he’s gonna have to change.

you can see the stylist visibly facepalm as she groans at the thought of having to redo his whole look, meanwhile you just needed a make up touch up. yeonjun kisses your cheek before following the stylist to the other room, sticking his tongue out at the other members that watched him from the couch.

“hyunggg.” you hear a whine come from beomgyu as he rises from his sitting spot. throwing his phone behind him and coming to wrap his long arms around your neck. “why did yeonjun hyung get to have all the fun?” he speaks in basically a pout, pushing his smaller frame into yours to lean into your ear. “ didn’t you promise to fuck me today?” he whispers before nibbling at your lobe.

you reach and grab at his hair with your hand, pulling his face away from yours and bringing your other up to grab at his neck gently. “ we’ll play when we get home pup,” you apply pressure to his throat, eliciting a gasp and a quiet whine from him. eyes getting glassy with lust already. “just be a good boy and perform well on stage for MOA.” you then let him go and walk over to the couch, ploping down between soobin and taehyun who had kai in his lap playing games on his phone.

soobin sat with his hands fisted on his knees, thighs squeezed together tight and obviously flustered watching yours and gyus little situation. he leaned over and pecked your lips with a pout, just as jealous as beom but he’s a good boy and good boys don’t complain. taehyun on the other hand tries to hold back a giggle at beomgyus denied state.

“Haha Beomgyu hyung got rejected!”

“shut up heuning, i’ll set all your plushies on fire.”

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[sunoofairyofsass]

Overstimulation

Warning:Vibrator,edging,cumming in jeans.

(Short) Yeonjun x neutral reader

(not proof read)

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Yeonjun clenched his shirt,the vibrator straight up abusing his prostate.His mind was completely numb,the man spilled low moans as he tried to edge himself like he's been doing for the past minutes.

"Don't worry baby,just a few more minutes and we'll be home~"You comfort him,masking the mischievous tone in your voice.

The man whined "Please...please I wanna cum already..."Yeonjun begged as he was holding on by thread.Your eyes darkened and your lips curved into an evil smile "Awn~ It's that what you want?~"you tease,the other weakly nodded.

"Be careful what you wish for baby~"You tell him as reached for the controller in your pocket.With no second thought,you turn the toy up to its highest setting.

Almost immediately Yeonjun grabbed the car's door handle,his sounds that were once quiet were now all that could be heard "T-t-this wasn't w-w-what I-I-"the man gasped as he tried to speak.

What you didn't expect was for the boy to climax crying your name.You turn the vibrator off shortly after that and looked at you've done.

The poor man's face was flustered and he made a mess in his jeans.He legs were shaking from the overstimulation.

"Yeonjun~ You made a mess~"

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[pink-tea]

Request for sub!ot5 wearing a corset in bed like🤌😵😵🫠🫠💘✨

i have no idea why i'd never thought of this before? it was a little hard since i've never had experience with corsets in bed (i need to change that...), but i tried my best !!

☆minors dni

☆ rating: smut

☆ tags: dom! reader, sub! txt, lingerie, corset, for the sake of my imagination txt will be wearing full sets of corset lingerie and not just a corset, feminization (wearing panties and linerie, use of pet names such "pretty girl" and "doll"), dollification?? not really (yeonjun and taehyun), panty use for soobin (panties in his mouth!! i forgot the word!! is there a word??!!!?), pegging if interpreted for beomgyu, pegging if interpreted for hueningkai

soobin

ღ i love soobin in red

ღ soobin who got the idea when a victoria's secret ad popped up on a video he was watching, making him pause at the sight of a model posing in a sexy black corset

ღ at first he's distracted by just how pretty it is, the lace and the way it hugs the model's body making him gape

ღ soobin knows he wants to work on his shyness, it's something he's been wanting to improve further, but lately he's been getting more brave with your praise and his growing self esteem

ღ fingers twitching before he finally thinks "fuck it" to himself, searching the internet for a pretty corset for him to wear

ღ he settles on a pretty red one, one that laces up in the front and splits off into a garter belt at the bottom, clipping onto red fishnet tights that come with the purchase

ღ the red fabric of the lace rose detailed thong that comes with it leaves little to the imagination

ღ soobin stares, worrying about how he's going to make sure his dick doesn't slip out before you can even get to touch him

ღ still, he buys it, and when it finally comes in he's ecstatic

ღ lays himself out all pretty on the bed for you, letting you run your hands and dip your fingers into the flimsy material of his fishnets

ღ he clings onto you when you have him pinned down onto the bed, going crazy because you're loosening the lacing on the front of his corset way too slow :(

ღ gasps and cries when you lick his bulge through his lace panties, the red already darkened with how much precum soobin is leaking

ღ he's so happy that he bought the corset lingerie when you push the red fabric to the side, going down on him as your hands take to pinching and bruising the flesh of his thighs that leak out the fishnets

ღ fucking him missionary or riding him, using the untied laces of his corset to grip on and force his hips higher into yours <33

ღ loves it when you call him pretty or gorgeous cause he feels pretty

ღ pull out your phone and take a picture of him, keeping the image of soobin in a slutty red corset, untied and absolutely ruined as your fingers fuck his mouth engraved in your mind and camera roll <3

ღ unclipping the garter belt, sliding off his pretty panties, wet with your saliva and his precum

ღ "hold these for me?" you ask, making soobin's eyes widen and his dick twitch

ღ always so ready to be lightly degraded yet praised at the same time, tears already starting to roll down his cheeks as you coo and praise him for how cute he looks with his mouth stuffed full of red lace <3

ღ "say cheese!" you grin, looking at the way soobin's eyes look so glossy and doe eyed in your camera lense, bunny lips too full to smile properly </3

yeonjun

ღ yeonjun in a dark blue corset top, the clothing originally part of an actual outfit he was trying out

ღ coming home to yeonjun staring and looking at different angles of himself in the mirror

ღ his makeup and hair is done, the blue corset clinging to his waist and giving him such a pretty silhouette as he pairs it with a short black skirt

ღ the corset doesn't reach past his belly button, giving a cropped look with the low cut fabric of the skirt

ღ he has the decency to copy the surprised look you have when you come into your shared bedroom, cheeks flushing pink when he finds you staring at his reflection in the mirror

ღ "you look nice," you hum, casual

ღ "thanks," he responds, fingers subconsciously finding themselves rubbing the lace at the bottom of his corset top

ღ and then when he blinks he's suddenly staring up at the ceiling, back cushioned by your mattress as you suck him off sweetly, calvin klein underwear long forgotten on the floor

ღ he's lifting his skirt up for you, knuckles white and gripping onto the fabric for dear life because you made it a rule that he can't touch you :(

ღ you switch to touching him instead, knowing that yeonjun won't last for long if you keep sucking him off

ღ plus, you wanna see him properly in his pretty little corset <3

ღ one of his legs is propped on your shoulder, ankle digging into your back while his other leg twitches occasionally at the slow pace that you're jerking him off

ღ "g-go faster, please?" he pleads, voice trailing off into a confused tilt cause he can't remember if you gave him permission to speak or not

ღ "you want me to go faster?" you ask teasingly, rushing the motions on his dick as the precum and the saliva from you making yeonjun lick your palm earlier mix

ღ "a-ah, wait!" yeonjun cries, hips thrusting upwards at the stimulation

ღ "i don't want my corset to get dirty," he whines, lips jutting up to a pout when you don't slow down your pace at his plea

ღ "hmm," you think, grin forming on your lips, "not even if i offer to lick it clean for you, pretty girl?"

ღ the thought of your tongue running up his stomach and onto the satin of his dark blue corset, cleaning him up along the way, is just too much for yeonjun's imagination :(

ღ with a few more twists of your wrist he's spilling onto his stomach and corset, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as little gasps "ah, ah!" fall from his lips and you keep true to your promise of licking his cum off him <3

beomgyu

ღ beomgyu, who like soobin, finally built up the courage to buy a corset off the internet

ღ he buys a black set of corset lingerie, a piece with a little lace skirt that flares out and a pair of solid black underwear

ღ he adds his own sheer black stockings to the mix, decorated with a little black ribbon each to match the one right in between the bust of the corset

ღ his tits don't fill out the cups of his lingerie when tries it on, but he keeps it like that, liking the way his nipples poke against the lace heart pattern

ღ when you come home from work, tired and missing your boyfriend, you're pleasantly surprised with the sight of him on the bed, sitting on his knees as the small skirt sits on top of his thighs

ღ he smiles brightly, giggling at your surprised expression

ღ "like it?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows even though he can tell you're literally 4 seconds away from jumping his bones

ღ "a lot," you respond, rushed in your attempts to get out of your pants

ღ the prep is rushed at best, lube coating your fingers and you wipe them off on the bed as you slide into beomgyu

ღ you don't even bother to go slow, knowing that your boyfriend wants the stimulation and dirty talk that comes with loving him fast and hard </3

ღ fucking into him, slipping your fingers into the little cross section in the front of the corset to act as extra leverage as you thrust into him

ღ "ah, fuck—shit, fuck," the profanities spill out of beomgyu as you pound into him, stocking-clad legs spread for you like a whore as your free hand digs into his thigh

ღ "bought this just for me, gyu?" you ask, suddenly snapping beomgyu out of whatever haze he was lost in to nod

ღ "thought—hah!—thought you'd like it," he forces out with a lopsided smile, one of his hands reaching up to push back the hair that sticks to your forehead

ღ you smile at the action, returning the favor and leaning down to press a kiss to your boyfriend's lips

ღ later, beomgyu will whine loudly and complain about the purple finger marks on his thighs, although right now in the moment his brain is only registering the pleasure of the pain

ღ he's bratty and he's a little hypocritical at times, but he loves you, wants to be yours to call pretty, wants to be yours to love and praise :(

ღ "i like it a lot," you admit fondly, pressing another kiss just in time to swallow the low pitched scream/moan that comes with beomgyu's orgasm as you hit the place that makes his head spin

taehyun

ღ taehyun who finds himself stuffed in a traditional, pink corset after visiting yeonjun

ღ taehyun who is also sent home in said corset, pouty and just a little angry because yeonjun refused to untie the lacings after doing them for him

ღ he knows that his friend is trying to get him laid, but seriously these things are hard to breathe in! his tits are suffocating

ღ taehyun who’s relieved to see you already home before freezing as you stare at his pink corset, not at all hidden by the unzipped hoodie he currently had on

ღ “babe please I just want it off.”

ღ “no yeah, yeah I can help with that!”

ღ taehyun who is now gasping and shuddering in your lap as the two of you sit on your mattress, face flushed almost as pink as the satin he has on

ღ back pressed against your chest as you sit back on the headboard, his legs are hooked over yours so that you can keep his thighs spread while you jerk him off with one hand <3

ღ your other hand is slowly untying the lacing on his corset, taking your sweet time as the garment loosens

ღ “this is a little difficult,” you hum, smiling at the strangled moan taehyun lets out when you thumb his slit

ღ "i-if it was easy, I would've done it myself," your boyfriend tells you, nails leaving a sting as they dig into the flesh of your thigh

ღ "yeah, i guess you would have," you respond absentmindedly, tugging at the lace a little too harshly and pulling taehyun closer to you

ღ "then again, it seems a little preplanned," you comment, "coming home to me dressed up in a corset, that is."

ღ "yeonjun-hyung, put it on me," he admits, yelping when you suddenly squeeze the base of his dick, pressing a small kiss to the back of his neck

ღ "don't say other people's names when i'm right here, pretty," you scold lightly, relishing in the groan you get when you bite the flesh you had just finished kissing, resuming the motions of your fist as well

ღ "s-sorry," taehyun apologizes, legs twitching against yours as they fight to close

ღ "it's fine," you forgive quickly, watching the way taehyun's body reacts as you continue to undress him

ღ suddenly abandoning both your current tasks, you lean up, hands going up to cup at taehyun's cleavage, pushed up by the corset

ღ "maybe next time you'll let me dress you up too," you offer, sitting up straight to kiss and lightly suck a hickey into the side of taehyun's neck

ღ he sighs at the affection, leaning his head back just a bit to give you better access

ღ "what, like a present?" taehyun asks, hissing when you remove one of your hands to teasingly roll your palm around his leaking tip

ღ "like a doll, just for me to play with," you correct, sliding your other hand down the loosened corset to play with tae's chest and nipple, feeling him flinch under your touch from the sensitivity <3

hueningkai

ღ hueningkai who doesn't think of wearing a corset until the stylists put him in a black suit, slacks, and dress shoes with only a white underbust corset to add color contrast

ღ however, the staff thinks it's too slutty risky, putting hueningkai into another outfit

ღ they don't notice the way he sneaks off set with the previous outfit tucked away into his backpack—corset included—after the shoot is over

ღ hueningkai who originally wants the corset to be a surprise

ღ dressed in his all black outfit, he’s struggling to tie the lacing on the back

ღ he ends up very frustrated, close to tears when he hears the front door to your shared apartment open

ღ wants to cry so bad because this was supposed to be a gift for you and he ruined it :(

ღ you walk into your bedroom, pausing when you see hueningkai sitting on the bed, head hung low as the white corset sits in his lap

ღ you’re not sure what the garment is, more focused on your boyfriend as you go over to him

ღ holding his face in your hands, kissing away the tears that prick at the corners of his eyes cause you know he doesn’t like to cry

ღ “what’s wrong?” you ask, voice just barely above the whisper as hyuka glares at the floor

ღ “wanted to surprise you,” he starts sulkily, lightly tossing the corset in his hands

ღ “couldn’t lace up the back, ruined everything,” he finishes, now rubbing and fidgeting with the lace ends in a way you assume is to distract himself

ღ it finally clicks in your head that he’s holding an underbust corset in his hands, a surprise, and your heart swells at the fact

ღ “i’ll tie it for you,” you offer, hueningkai’s eyes finally lifting up to meet yours

ღ the rest of your night goes on with you tying up hueningkai’s corset for him, albeit a bit slowly

ღ hueningkai, reduced to nothing but his black button up and the unfinished corset, sits on your lap reverse cowgirl style

ღ trying his best not to bounce on your cock/strap like you told him to, wants to cockwarm you and be obedient as you help him out, but he’s finding it to be very difficult :(

ღ tugging on the white laces when you feel hueningkai start to roll his hips down into yours, making him whine as the action makes his back arch

ღ “behave,” you scold, glad that the position doesn’t let kai flash his puppy eyes at you

ღ “you’re going slow on purpose!” he whines, letting out a strangled grunt when the next tug tightens the corset around his waist

ღ “ungrateful,” you mutter, feeling your pretty angel shudder on top of you when you thrust your hips up just enough to tease

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