#&&. WITH YEONJU.

[land-of-morning-calm]

#yeonju #연주 #purple

[junoswrlld]

✩°｡⋆episode 7-- 2 baddies 2 baddies🎧✮

synopsis -- You're an aspiring photographer who crosses paths with a famous boy band member, unaware of his secret identity as Spider-Man. As you become closer, you're thrust into a world of fame, fan culture, and the revelation of his hidden persona.🕷️🕸✮

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note... this chapter is just to set up the next one ALSO nai made a silly lil cameo in this teehee

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[sculpturegallery]

Yeonju Sung

#Yeonju Sung

[nonuwhore]

meus maridos e os maridos da @svtetudos se fossem personagens de anime: parte um

avisos: isso aqui é fruto dos nossos devaneios. a gente devaneia demais. nem todos são parecidos fisicamente com os personagens, pensei mais na energia enquanto escrevia; dividi em partes pro post não ficar gigante, vou postando aos poucos daqui pra amanhã.

shownu + nozaki (gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun) e asahi (haikyuu!!)

falemos de gostoso que tem exatamente essa expressão 😐

o shownu é uma mistura desses dois, não sei explicar o motivo, mas se você viu os dois animes você é mais do que obrigado a concordar comigo.

preciosos, quase puros.

você ainda tá fazendo a piada e eles te perguntam “não entendi”.

personificação da palavra calma.

não tem completa noção do quão gostosos são.

jun + sai (naruto)

eles são estranhamente atraentes. digo isso com a melhor das intenções.

eles simplesmente não se encaixam muito bem.

parecem que guardam algum segredo interessantíssimo, mas estão só moscando mesmo.

queria viver dez minutos na cabeça deles.

sério quando precisa ser engraçado, engraçado quando precisa ser sério.

yeonju + shorter (banana fish)

porra louca.

parte da trupe dos engraçadinhos gostosos

na minha cabeça o yeonju não teria medo de empunhar uma arma e correr em direção a uma multidão atirando se fosse preciso.

extremamente leal.

estiloso pra caramba. serve vários looks incríveis.

por que esse menino fazer parte de uma gangue faz tanto sentido na minha cabeça?

bônus: kai é o ash dele, change my mind.

muito preciosos também.

dino + deidara (naruto)

o compromisso desse é com o show, com a arte.

fez e faz as maiores barbaridades pelo entretenimento.

o carisma de milhões, sabe.

irritantemente atraentes.

fazem parte de um grupo de esquisitos

obcecados pelo próprio trabalho e com razão.

#seventeen headcanon pt br #seventeen headcanon #dino headcanon #jun headcanon #txt headcanon #yeonju headcanon #monsta x headcanon #shownu headcanon

[amysosamybeloved]

i’m seeing people turning on seo woojin after this week’s episode (it was a couple people on twitter) and saying that he deserved to get hurt because of his reckless or it should’ve been worse and that eunjae should break up with him for how he shows no self preservation and it’s just like are you all missing the point?

i genuinely don’t think the writers coincidentally used other characters to point out that seo woojin is just like kim sabu and how he’s only been in increasingly dangerous situations like cmon there’s no way they don’t have a plan for his season arc 

i’m more worried about eunjae getting more sidelined cause of her annoying dad who really shouldn’t get a redemption arc imo

#dr romantic 3 #romantic teacher doctor kim 3 #rtdk3 #seo woojin #cha eunjae #kim sabu #bu yeonju #cha jinman #rtdks3

[wynserynd]

᤻᤻𝗅᤻𝄒.̵⠀𝔚꯭᪾ֺ⃬⃬͜𝔞𝔰 ʝᥩ꯭ֹ࣫᥉𝑡︎︎︎ָ֢ ᠻ꯭ֹ᪾ˑׅꪖ꯭᪾ֺ⃬͜ꪶꪶ꯭𝗅ᖾ꯭͜᪾ᦋ᪾ ⃝ 𝐢᪾᪾n᪾̵᤻ˑׅ. ᴌ꯭⃬᪾ᴏ᪾𝗏꯭᪾𝄒ֺ᪾ᧉ 🍊

Moodboard Yeonjun 🍊

Feito por: @wynserynd

#amino #yeonju #soobin #beomgyu #heuningkai #taehyun #txt #moodboard #orange #fyp #WYNSERYND

[goldstarplease]

Backstreet Rookie is currently my favorite drama. But, I swear, if Yeonju gets a happy ending. I'm going to cry. I hate her.

And the audacity to be offended and hurt because her boyfriend never gave her a piggyback ride. Like, you are literally a manipulative twat. He would do anything you want. And even without that horrible personality trait of yours, all you had to do was ask.

And piggyback rides aren't even particularly romantic. Literally, she's so petty for no reason.

And the scene in the hospital where she tells her to stop working at the convenience store. Absolutely not. I'd've knocked her front teeth out.

#편의점 샛별이 #backstreet rookie #saetbyeol #daehyun #yeonju #kdrama #kim yoojung #ji changwook #han sunhwa

[leejiieuns]

i would stay forever if you say 'don't go' but you won't

#otp: junho x yeonju #we need a tag for them omf #also i'm not 100% sure the whole song fits but that line does?? #also gb the casting director of deaths game for casting them together #they're so good and look so good together #we've barely even started w them and they're already causing me sm pain #khgdfg #enough ramble #hope u like it agnes!! #mine* #otp: say don't go #.

[consigliere-vincenzo]

#no no no no no #joseon attorney #okay but why didn’t yeonju defend herself more vehemently #like she just kind of stood there and took it #like tell him you meant everything you said #also i get hansu is in pain but he’s being so mean stop #i’m pretty sure they’re going to drag this out until next week and i’m not for that

[itstriplekill]

17 , 18 + 20 for all the girls!!

[the trio is united again, in some lounging area, they look quite comfortable and dressed down.]

[YEONJU sets up the phone between the three of them as they start looking at the comments rolling in.]

YEONMI : what else is bea.culture doing to promote us? isn’t that technically a spoiler?

YEJU : i think higher-ups were talking about billboards the other day?

YEONJU : netizens are about to get sick of seeing us.

[YEONMI smirks while YEJU and YEONJU giggle.]

[the trio notice a couple questions coming in sucession.]

YEONMI : this person always has interesting questions. Personally, i’m only in it because I got scouted. If this doesn’t work out, I don’t really have much to fall back on.

[YEJU and YEONJU exchange solemn looks, and don’t say much. moving on quickly, YEJU answers next.]

YEJU : It’s not like we’re in predebut limbo!! Our debut is confirmed! I think we can all agree we’re not jaded like other groups yet.

[YEONMI and YEONJU nod.]

YEONJU : moving on… this question is about antis.

YEONMI : if we get any hate, I haven’t seen any yet?

YEJU : i remember getting a comment on one of my videos saying i talk too much… but it was literally a vlog…! you’re supposed to talk!

YEONMI : it’s true though, you do talk a lot.

YEONJU : i can barely keep up sometimes.

YEJU : traitors!

[YEONMI and YEONJU laugh while YEJU frowns.]

[the moment lasts a few seconds while YEJU looks over the last question.]

YEJU : honestly? i do tend to ignore them. A mistake is just a mistake.

YEONMI : typical maknae answer…

YEJU : what’s THAT mean?

[YEONMI noogies YEJU instead of answering. YEJU makes a very loud disagreement sound.]

#idolverse #fictional kpop company #fictional kpop idol #oc girl group #oc kpop group #for yeonmi and yeonju on the last q theyre both a bit hard on themselves w yeonju taking it a bit more personally #yeju is very free and easy shes also the youngest in her fam they dont pay much attn 2 her rip

[kpopna]

فرقة Silhouette/ سيليويت ظهرت عام 2022 هل تعرفهم؟؟؟

فرقة Silhouette/ سيليويت ظهرت عام 2022 هل تعرفهم؟؟؟

Silhouette هي مجموعة من 9 أعضاء تحت Future Idol Asia. هم مشروع فرقة فتيات ظهرت لأول مرة في 7 يناير 2022 بأغنية Siren. الأعضاء هم  Gayeon, Namhui, Gyuri, Chaeyeong, Seonhui, Yubin, Sehyeon, Gyeong  و Yeonju. حسابات Silhouette : Instagram: future_idol_official Youtube: 퓨처아이돌TV (Future Idol TV) Website: Future Idol Facebook: future_idol Naver Blog: Future Idol أعضاء Silhouette: 1- Gayeon…

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#Chaeyeong #Gayeon #Gyeong #Gyuri #Namhui #Sehyeon #Seonhui #Silhouette #Yeonju #Yubin

[land-of-morning-calm]

#yeonju #연주 #skin

[majestyjun]

do u have any thoughts on yeonjun giving u intense cunnilingus

uh ofc i do lol <3 this man’s lips were made for this ahaha~

(freader, messy cunnilingus,,, this is just yeonjun eating u out a lot n messily n loudly)

all you can hear is the loud, lewd, wet sucks and slurps, as yeonjun messily devours your arousal, grip around your thighs tightening as he groans at your taste, unable to pull away as his tongue licks another stripe up your swollen pussy,,, pushing your legs down, spread wide open as he holds them down folded close to your chest,,, and just the sight of his head buried against your warm, wet pussy,,,

the sounds of his lips leaving open mouthed kisses over your thighs and dripping cunt,,, it’s all too much, covering your eyes with your hands as you tremble and sob from the overwhelming pleasure,,, and maybe usually yeonjun would reprimand you,, forcefully yanking your arms and hands away from your face because he wants to see your pretty face all teary and making such cute expressions as he eats you out,,, but not today.

so drunk on your taste, he barely can pay attention to anything else as he sloppily drags his tongue over your folds, tongue prodding further and deeper for just a moment, before circling your sensitive clit, sucking on the bud as he groans, your arousal mixing with his saliva, lacing his tongue in a wet, salacious lubricant, as he slurps it up with a loud swallow, his hot breath fanning over your warm and clenching cunt as he exhales in satisfaction,,, and pressing your legs down more firmly as his tongue shoved deeper into your slut, begging to taste all of you, as you writhe under him, his nose brushing against your clit,,, and as your high crashes down, your pretty cum coating his lips as you come undone, sobbing and covering your eyes with one arm, the other lacing through his hair as you cling to him, tears coating your cheeks so prettily~~

as yeonjun finally pulls back, wet lips licked slowly as he makes eye contact through the crevices of your fingers, your thighs so sore as he releases them,,, only to spread grab your hips, tossing you on your stomachs roughly and shoving your legs apart once more,,, as licks his lips as the sight of your drenched pussy. fingers spreading your cum around your folds, smearing your cum, arousal, and his spit in a glistening mess over your folds,,, and his low, lusty whisper in your ear before leaning back down,,, “this time, don’t cum until i tell you to.”

#txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #yeonjunie <3 #yeonjun smut #mille.inbox #mille.anon

[sculpturegallery]

Yeonju Sung

#Yeonju Sung

[barbi2709]

12:13 || Beomgyu with a soft spot

Disclaimer: This and each of my stories are only fiction and are not intended to offend or make anyone uncomfortable, if this type of content makes you uncomfortable, feel free to leave without resentment :]

Paring: Beomgyu x gn!reader

a/n: I'm in my Beomgyu era bro, he's just so princess coded and I want to spoil him and do everything to him but bros a little teasing shit but I just thought of THIS one random day, but please, I need more of this stuff.

Okay, but imagine this:

We all know Beomgyu is playful and teasing by nature, we love him like that but I've never seen this applied in any fanfic.

I started to imagine him having a soft spot for his s/o, and with soft spot I mean that he won't tease you or make too many jokes on you, unlike his members, you're his whole world, and he can't help but be so soft and caring with you bc he loves u so much :(((

Imagine you're staying over at Beomgyu's, but he still share the dorms with his members, which is not a problem bc they love you and you love them too.

You can hear the yelling and bickering from out of the dorms, but once you knock the door, they stop and Beomgyu runs to open the door for you, bright smile on his face and his eyes sparkling with adoration.

You greeted him with a soft peck and entered the place, the rest of the guys greeting you as well but the bickering quickly started again

Yj: "Y/N, BEOMGYU ATE MY FOOD!"

Bg: "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

It's actually amusing.

But of course, you don't like your boyfie causing trouble to his members.

"Beomgyu" you said in a soft but still scolding tone, Beomgyu just whined while holding your hand, rolling his eyes at Yeonju's smirk.

"Fineeeee, I'll buy him another one" he groaned, pulling you towards him by the arm immediately, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle and caring manner, burying his face on the crock of your neck, smiling when your sweet and known (for him) scent.

You chuckled a little at his childish but sweet behavior, he always clung to you as much as he could, and you just loved it. You softly stroke his long hair, he moaned softly at the touch, feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

"You should move in here to control your boyfriend" Soobin said with a chuckle, smiling at the sweet scene.

"Or we can kick him out" Yeonjun said while rolling his eyes.

"HEY" you couldn't help but laugh, Beomgyu pouted at your laughs and rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek and taking your hand again "Let's go to my room, I don't want you near those dickheads" he said while dragging you to his room, locking the door while the rest of the members laughed.

"You know deep down you love them" you said while smiling, sitting on the bed while he went to sit down beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards his chest while he laid down on the bed, dragging you with him.

"I love you more" he hummed, grabbing your hands and putting them on his hair, indicating you to stroke his hair, which you did immediately with a soft smile. He always was like this, soft, caring, gentle, warm.

He was always soft with you, every time you are with him you can feel the warmth and sincerity of his feelings, how he's always careful with you, as if you were the most important thing in the world, treating you as delicate as if you were made of glass.

That was Beomgyu with you, you were his weak point.

And he didn't mind at all.

#choi beomgyu #txt beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu soft hours #beomgyu social media au #beomgyu soft thoughts #txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt fanfiction #txt fic #txt fluff #beomgyu timestamp #txt timestamps

[agustdiv1ne]

hii congrats on 3k you deserve it!!! i love your works so much you're one of my favorite writers here <3 can i request for the event yeonjun + howl's moving castle + fluff and smut ? love you <3

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: fantasy, fluff, smսt

wc: 3.2k

details + warnings: minors + blank/ageless blogs dni or you will be blocked, yeonjun as howl (take these two pics for reference,, phew), mc as sophie (but no defining physical features are described besides silver hair), this takes place after the events of the movie aka flying castle era, light dom/sub dynamics, vv soft sex, oral (f receiving), they are so in love it's sickening honestly

notes: starting this event off strong with one of my ults paired with one of my favorite movies...*visibly quaking* and ilyt nonnie <3 you're the sweetest

humming to yourself, you amble down the cobblestone path of a town far from the one that you once considered home. your dress brushes against your legs as you continue forward, the soft fabric rustled by a cool, gentle breeze characteristic of spring. above, clouds drift about the cerulean sky, the sun's rays gentle and warm where they kiss your skin. you soon spot the door that you had first emerged from when you had set out to complete a handful of errands earlier in the afternoon.

your focus on the door falters at the mouth watering scent wafting from a nearby stall, something saccharine and warm. perhaps one more stop is in order, you find yourself thinking as you part from your original path. your feet lead you over to the older woman overseeing the small stand surrounded by other passersby nibbling at the sweets she sells. the crow's feet around her eyes appear when she smiles at you, her chin-length hair a similar silver hue to your own.

“hello, my dear,” she greets, her voice soft and worn with time. as she continues, her hands work in tandem to package some of the treats that had lured you over. “how may i help you?”

you offer her a polite smile while you request four of the small, half-moon pastries filled with molasses-rich sugar and chopped nuts. steam rises from the ones that have just finished cooking, ready to be packaged for awaiting customers. she nods at you, smiling, as she quickly wraps up and hands the fresh ones off to a woman and her two young children to your left. the youngest hums in delight once he takes a bite, and the three of them head off down the road.

“your hair is quite beautiful, dear,” she says, the twinkle in her eyes signifying the truthfulness of her words as you place the correct amount of coins into her awaiting palm. “i’ve never seen someone so young with such a shade. it suits you well.” 

“oh, thank you! that is very kind of you to say,” you reply, your soft voice imbued with surprise. while most do not comment, you have witnessed firsthand the gawking and stares of judgement that your hair has garnered in your travels. the hue is a reminder of the curse you once endured, but the fond memories it brings forth far outweigh any negative reactions you have received thus far. warmth fills your chest at the compliment. 

she wraps and hands you your own pastries seconds later. bowing your head slightly, you voice your gratitude before you realize she has given you one extra. you attempt to hand one back to her, the others tucked into the basket hanging off of your arm. “ma’am, i believe you may have given me one too many—”

“nonsense,” she winks, pushing your hand back towards you. “consider it a gift.”

guilt swirling in your stomach, you try to hand her another coin. however, she refuses, shooing you away from her stand with well-wishes of safe travels. with a final shallow bow and kind words in return, you depart from the stall, your steps light and springy.

embarrassingly giddy after the sweet interaction, you scurry down the street much quicker now, eager to return home. home — it is what you used to call your family's hat shop, but now...now, home is what you call yeonjun, his youthful apprentice, kai, calicfer, heen, even the witch of the waste. they are your home, and nothing could ever exceed the joy that that truth brings you.

you remove one of the pastries from your basket, unwrapping it to take a bite, eyes widening at the sweet, syrupy taste that coats your tongue. delicious is the sole word that comes to mind. the warm delicacy only serves to heighten your mood, and it is long gone before you even reach your destination. you are tempted to reach for another, but decide against it. a hand wraps around the knob and twists, and suddenly, you are no longer in the town, but soaring high above in yeonjun's — and now, too, your own — flying castle.

“i’m home!” you call as you enter, using the heel of your boot to swing the wooden door closed behind you. though he is no longer confined to the hearth, calcifer sits there anyway; it has become habit after his years bound to yeonjun.

“oh, look who’s decided to come back!” he exclaims, flames growing brighter at the sight of you. “yeonjun’s been sulkin’ in his room since ya left — i’ve been dyin’ of boredom out here!”

you breathe a laugh at calcifer’s dramatics, looking for the young boy who is usually around when you return. “where is kai?”

“out. more magical apprentice-y tasks to do, i guess,” he replies, inspecting you as you set the basket down with pursed lips. “why the long face?”

“i got him a sweet from a stall, and it’s still hot,” you hum, beginning to place the produce and other items that you purchased onto the table. “i suppose you will have to warm it up for him later.”

“do i look like some kinda servant?” he asks, indignant. he continues to ramble about his now free status and how he doesn’t need to listen to you while you continue to remove items from your basket, placing the four remaining pastries to the side. 

huffing, you finally wave the firewood you had bought for him. “how about now?”

calcifer gasps at the sight, his small arms appearing to beckon you over. he scoffs, “alright, c’mon, i’ll do it. should’ve just said you had that first.”

you swiftly gather a decent amount of wood in your arms and head over to him, handing him one after another to greedily chomp down. with each one, he grows a bit larger, brighter, his glowing yellow center expanding.

“at this rate, i’ll start likin’ ya better than yeonjun,” the fire demon claims through a mouthful of lumber, snatching another piece from the now dwindling pile that you hold. 

“you already do, just admit it,” you quip, grinning down at him. 

“admit what?” an inimitably deeper voice asks. head whipping around, you find yeonjun leaning against the doorway, lips quirked up in a smirk with his arms folded across his broad chest. a loose, white blouse envelopes his torso and is tucked into primly tailored trousers.  

“oh, nothing for you to fret over,” you tease, well aware that he likely heard the vast majority of the conversation. he tuts, striding over to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, his chin coming to rest upon your shoulder as you present calcifer with the final piece of wood from your makeshift heap. the ends of his hair tickle your skin. he hums something low and quiet, pressing his soft, plump lips against your neck. calcifer, in turn, emits a nauseated heave. 

“if ya gonna act all lovey dovey around me, i’ll just leave,” the ball of flame huffs, beginning to float in the air. 

yeonjun chuckles, his arms pulling you tighter against him. “no need. i was meaning to steal this one away from you, anyway.”

“oh, great! just wonderful!” he sneers, sinking back down to the stone hearth and glowering at the man who leads you back towards the doorway. “spare my ears while ya at it!”

once you are alone, yeonjun wastes no time in pressing you against his silken bedsheets. he balances himself above you with a single forearm, his hips tucked between your parted thighs and hiked up dress. his lips waste no time in enveloping your own. slow, languid — he takes great care in savoring you, ensuring that you are as close as possible with his free hand cupping your cheek. his cheeky tongue slips into your mouth to curl against yours, causing you to exhale a muffled whine.

before you are able to slide your hands up his shoulders and around the back of his neck, he pulls away. staring up at him, you find chestnut eyes brimming with adoration. the sight of his disheveled hair and shiny, kiss-bruised lips sends flurries of butterflies through your stomach.

"“you taste so sweet, love,” he murmurs as he brushes his thumb against your cheekbone. his words dissipate the heady fog creeping into your mind, and you reach up to grab his hand.

“the pastries!” you exclaim with wide eyes. attempting to sit up, you gently push him back onto his knees. you catch the furrow of his brow, the pout forming on his lips, and you move to explain. “i purchased pastries for us to try while i was out — the stall owner even gave me one more for free! isn’t that delightful?” 

yeonjun blinks. hard. how you are whining into his mouth one moment and growing distracted by sweets the next is quite beyond him, but it nonetheless causes an endeared smile to pull at the corners of his lips.

“you should try it while they’re still hot! i’ll go fetch one for you,” you continue, mistakenly taking his grin for excitement. swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you stand and begin to scurry over to his bedroom door, him rising from the bed going unnoticed.

despite your newfound goal, your lover does not allow you to stray too far, catching you by the waist and pulling you back against him. his fingers weave together against your stomach, locking you in his embrace, unable to wriggle away.

“don’t leave me,” he pleads, and though you are unable to see it from your position, his tone betrays the pout that he sports. “i feel as if we haven’t seen each other in ages.”

“i’ve only been away for a few hours. you have survived much longer,” you giggle, reaching up to run your fingers through his onyx hair while he kisses up your neck, nipping the skin where you are most sensitive. you allow a quiet moan to escape, a shuddered breath following soon after when he does not halt his ministrations. attempting to pry his hands off, you say, “i’ll be just a minute, if you would let me go.”

whining in protest with his nose nuzzled against your jaw, his grip grows ironclad, the space between your bodies diminishing — and that is when you feel it: the hardness that presses snugly against your rear. heat floods your cheeks at the realization, and your struggle to escape comes to an abrupt end. “love, the pastry—”

“i’ll try it later. i’d much rather taste you at the moment,” he interrupts, voice low and breathy against your ear. the sheer desperation in his voice causes heat to pulse in your center. 

he pulls you back to bed with ease, aiding you in your descent to the sheets. his hands bunching the skirt of your dress up reveals your stocking-clad legs, the fabric squeezing the meat of your thighs in a way that causes him to gulp. he slips his body between your legs, a position reminiscent of mere minutes ago, taking his time in running his hands up and down sensitive skin of your inner thighs, traveling dangerously close to your covered center. goosebumps raise beneath his fingers as a shiver slinks down your spine.

while his actions are drenched in admiration mixed with a soft sense of desire, it is too much for you to bear. overwhelmed with bashfulness, you hide your face in your hands. above you, your lover tuts, as if dissapointed with your choice. prying your hands away, he gathers your wrists and presses them into the bed above your head.

“keep your hands there,” he orders, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with need. “or else i will stop.”

your heart skips a beat in your chest at his order, but you nod nevertheless. he simpers at your obedience.

“that’s my girl.”

and suddenly the desire to melt into a puddle washes over you. the words bring you back to the first day that you had encountered him; when he had saved you from two sleazy soldiers, flew you over the town square and helped you to a balcony before disappearing. that day, you had no inkling of just how drastically your life would change. how fate has landed you here, below that very man, in love with him...you have expressed your gratitude to whatever it is above countless times.

truly, you never thought of yourself to be one for praise, but your time with yeonjun thus far has unlocked a myriad of preferences you had never given a second thought to before. as the words echo in your head, you bite your lip to muffle a tiny whine.

chuckling, he lowers himself onto his stomach so that he is eye level with your center. a finger skates over the seam of your panties, sliding up your slit to press against your awaiting bud. all the while, his plump kiss and suckle their way up your thigh until he's nosing at the crease of your thigh, dangerously close to your folds. pulling away, he helps you slip the thin, soaked fabric from you with teasing touches until you are bare from the waist down, sans your stockings.

at the sight of your glistening core, he licks his lips, taking in the way you clench around nothing. you feel terribly exposed, like a sculpture in the center of a gallery, unable to hide. he coos at your trembling state. ever so sensitive, his little doe, even after so long. holding you open, his gaze travels back up past your heaving chest to your flustered face.

“eyes on me, sweetheart. want you to watch me.” he locks his gaze with yours as he dips down to trace your folds with tongue, reveling in the way your brow furrows and your lips part, teeth grazing your bottom lip for a moment. yeonjun is nothing if not a tease, however; he continues to repeat the same movements until you are battling with the urge to snap your eyes shut and burrow your head into the sheets, until you are pleading with him for more. conceding, he dips down to your entrance only to moan at your taste. yes, this is what he has been craving all day. his tongue dips inside for a moment before he licks a bold stripe up to your clit, his eyes fluttering closed while he takes his time in working you up. you cry out as the tip of his tongue slides under the hood, toying with the tiny bundle of nerves with practiced confidence. his lips do not stray far behind, wrapping around and sucking hard, basking in the choked moan you emit in response. 

but it's not enough.

he pulls away for a moment, hands squeezing your thighs. when you finally meet his gaze, he finds tears lining your bottom lashes, little dewdrops that cause your eyes to shine brighter.

“sing for me, sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft and hypnotizing. “as loud as you desire. when we’re in this room, no one can hear you but me.”

then, without waiting for your foggy brain to register his words, he dives back in with increased vigor, his lone goal being to make you fall apart, to cause you to let go those silly inhibitions that keep you as quiet as a mouse. he is more than pleased at the cries that follow.

while he loses himself in tasting you, you are falling apart. white-hot pleasure burns in the center of your stomach, a fire that grows hotter and brighter and causes you to grip the sheets harder with paled knuckles. it winds around you and spreads across the entirety of your being. with a mist-shrouded mind, all you can do is take what he provides, grinding against his lips. despite his warning from earlier, you reach down to thread your fingers through his hair and tug. this, evidently, sets him off; more beast than human, he devours you whole. he wants — no, needs your release. cum for me, darling, please cum for me — an unspoken plea, conveyed by his zealous tongue and lips, his grip on your thighs nearly bruising. and you listen, you listen so well despite his silence, the pleasure building and building and building and—

you shatter.

wailing, a supernova of pleasure overwhelms your body and soul, hot tears rolling streaming down your cheeks. your body no longer has a beginning nor an end — you feel as though you are floating above the bed rather than laying upon it, looking down at yourself, at the man betwixt your thighs, the care with which he extracts every drop of pleasure from your center, the patience he exudes while he delivers you back down to your true existence, back to him.

slowly, so very slowly, you return back to yourself, weary eyes fluttering open to find him hovering above you. his pupils hold profound concern, the rhythmic circling of his thumb against your cheek soothing to your mind. he's frowning, and you can see the gears spinning inside his head, wondering if he had finally gone too far.

“jjunie,” you whisper with an exhausted yet lovesick grin, pulling him close so that your foreheads press together — and with the melodic sound of your endearing nickname for him, the doubt, the guilt, festering deep in his chest vanishes. you spend a few moments gazing at each other, and you use the edge of your nail to trace his beauty marks while you bask in the presence of one another; just you and him, him and you. 

leaning up, you capture his lips, something soft and sweet and unhurried that causes your heart to pound against your ribcage. the heart — it can be such a fickle thing, always changing, always setting its sights on shiny, new things. yes, it can be quite fickle, but nothing can dispute the undeniable truth of your eternal, immutable love for yeonjun, and his for you. you may change your routines and what you eat and the tunes you sing, but your love is forever frozen in time. “find me in the future,” is what you once exclaimed to him, and he had done just that — and so, so much more.

despite your exhausted mind, you find yourself craving more. the hardness of his cock presses into your thigh, and you grind slightly into him. he stares down at you, lips parted, silently inquiring if you are okay: are you sure you would like to continue? it's a wordless exchange, the way you reach down to stroke him over his trousers, the cheeky bite of your lip. with that, the mischievous grin he wore previously returns.

“you’re absolutely insatiable,” he laughs, returning his lips to your neck.

“oh, please. you were the one who wanted this in the first place,” you tease back before you’re squealing at the sound of ripping fabric. “yeonjun!”

“i shall mend it later,” he shrugs, eyes darkening as he greedily takes in your now bare bosom. “right now, however, there are much more pressing matters.”

perhaps the pastries can wait a wee bit a longer.

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