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pillow ♡ haechan

genre: fluff ⭒ word count: under 0.5k

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"what are you doing down there?" hyuck peers at you. you’re snuggled up against his torso, face pressed into his tummy and limbs spread out across the bed.

your words are muffled. “laying on you.” 

he chuckles. “on my stomach?” his fingers thread through your hair. the action has your eyes closing in contentment, a faint smile on your lips.

“i used to do this with my mom.” you tell him before gently yawning. he’s so warm beneath you, so soft and comforting that you could fall asleep any minute.

what you don’t know is he’s holding his breath, bottom lip caught between his teeth. your hand’s snuck beneath his shirt and hyuck’s contemplating the situation. no one’s touched him here before; he’s always been shy.

“love your tummy.” you sigh dreamily. “it’s better than any pillow.” the confession has your boyfriend’s head spinning even more. a light blush stains his cheeks.

“really?” hyuck asks, fingers stilling in your hair. he’d never thought about it that way.

while he’s deep in thought, you’ve slowly begun to lift the bottom of his shirt, revealing just enough of his lower stomach to pepper kisses. “it’s so cute,” you murmur in between pecks, lips softly grazing every inch of skin.

now hyuck’s certainly blushing. “maybe—maybe we can do this again?” he says. 

turns out he likes this.

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pervert p2 ♡ haechan

genre: smut ⭒ word count: 1.0k ⭒ link to p1

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donghyuck has a filthy mouth and even filthier mind. 

but somehow you can’t stay away from him; it’s nearly impossible when he makes himself present at every friend gathering, never missing the opportunity to give his daily dose of teasing—which had gotten progressively worse over the last few months.

like when you spent one afternoon at the beach; he’d looked at you from across the sand, biting his lip at the sight of you in swimwear. the sun warmed his bare arms, casting a honey-like glow onto his tanned skin. 

he walked over to you, currently sat on a beach towel chatting with an enthusiastic jisung about the bowl of ramen he’d made the previous night. hyuck peered down at your unaware frame. “don’t you want to play with me?” he asked.

the boy sounded innocent enough, though you knew there was a double meaning to his words. he tilted his head while awaiting your answer, long fingers tapping against the soccer ball in his hold. you try not to stare.

“i’m busy.” you huffed and pointedly averted your gaze.

hyuck pouted. “why you won’t look at me?” 

“it’s too bright.” you lied. “and i’m having a conversation.” you didn’t see the way jisung covered a growing smirk with his hand. 

or when it was a particularly windy afternoon and hyuck didn’t hesitate to get his hands on you, toying with the fabric of your shirt after he claimed he was fixing it. he’d nearly gotten slapped in the process, though ran off to jaemin’s side with a satisfied smile.

then there was the time he’d caught you checking him out (in your defense, you were drunk and he was wearing eyeliner) and he pulled you out of the crowd, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “pretend all you want, baby.” he chuckled lowly. “i know you want me just as bad as i want you.” you were too dazed to conjure a response. “keep looking at me like that and you’ll really be in trouble.”

the encounter affected hyuck more than he’d let on—didn’t stop thinking about you the rest of the night as he played the scene on repeat. as much as he loved to run his mouth, he was all talk, nothing more than the annoying boy that followed you around and cracked sex jokes. he knew his fantasies would never turn into reality and that the only action he’d ever get was from his own hand (and your stolen underwear). 

until the pool. 

you are currently trying to drown donghyuck though failing. he’s just laughing, sputtering water and avoiding your splashes. “you think mark’s cute, huh?” his voice raises in pitch as he calls out. “hey, mark? come here!” he shrieks when you grab his shoulders and try to push him beneath the surface. 

“shut up!” you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth, brain loopy from the hours of swimming. the boy barely budges, strong legs keeping him upright. “why do you like to make up shit?” you say. you roll your eyes and give up, though not before giving him a little shove—which only has him grinning.

 “the others aren’t out here to save you. wanna do that again?” he raises an eyebrow.

“please—even renjun can take you out.” 

“really? care to try then?” hyuck gestures. he’s got a taunting look that has your blood boiling. you’re not sure you can overpower him—not without doing something to take him by surprise. what was the best way to distract lee donghyuck? as you silently weigh your options, you realize he’s now staring at your torso. 

oh.

“what do i get if i win?” you carefully ask, already starting to slowly creep closer.

he gulps. “what do you want?”

“how about you start by returning the underwear you stole?” 

all the air leaves hyuck's lungs. fuck—he’d been caught. there was no point in pretending. “it was just once,” he swears. “okay, three times. shit—are you mad?”

you ignore him. “are you enjoying this?” even underwater you can see his growing bulge. “you like the idea of getting caught?” his jaw slackens at your words.

“are we—are we still playing?” hyuck eyes dart to the back door. he can see movement in the kitchen; anyone could come back out and see what was going down—see how pathetically turned on he was. 

the last thing hyuck ever expects is for you to tug him by his swim shirt and kiss him. you taste even sweeter than he’d imagined (probably from the watermelon you’d inhaled earlier). his hands find the back of your thighs in an instant, wrapping your legs around his waist. he groans into your mouth at the feeling of you pressing against him.

hyuck kisses you back with such intensity that you forget entirely about your plan. you’re now trapped in his hold, any hope of trying to dunk him washed away as he lewdly sucks on your lips. somehow you’re the one caught off guard here—not the other way around. instead of underwater he was boldly moving his hips in a way that had your head spinning, forgetting all about the the game and your two-year rivalry. 

“want to touch you.” he pulls away long enough to whine. “please. i’m going insane.” 

you’re breathing heavy. “what makes you think i’d let you after the shit you’ve pulled?”

hyuck’s burying his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin. “sorry. i’m sorry,” he mutters apologies. “i’ll be good from now on. promise.”

your core is clenching onto nothing, fingers digging into shoulders. maybe you didn’t dislike the though of him getting off to you. maybe when you’d discovered what his sticky hands had been up to, you’d purposefully invited him over to see what he’d do.

“what about the others?”

donghyuck smirks, tongue poking the inside of his cheek; he knows he’s got you now. 

“is it bad if I say they can watch?"

a/n: I was going to wait a sane amount of time to post this but somehow it left my drafts so guess it's going up now

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pervert ♡ haechan

genre: smut ⭒ word count: 0.7k ⭒ link to p2

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donghyuck has a filthy mouth and even filthier mind.

“you like those, huh?” he had said to you one time. you were munching on the desserts like they were your last meal. “i can think of an even better ho—” he hadn’t gotten the chance to finish because you had hit him square in the face with a half-eaten donut hole. 

or when he and jisung had squeezed into your already crowded booth entirely uninvited. he’d magically ended up next to you, sticky fingers wandering to your knee. your eyes had immediately widened at the bold action. you even peered beneath the table to double check you hadn’t hallucinated.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you’d hissed in his ear, subtly yanking him closer by the bottom of his shirt. “are you serious right now?”

“sorry. my mistake,” was the best he had come up with. and yet his hand never left your leg. that is, until you pinched his skin and he was yelping so loud even chenle stopped talking.

and of course, he had even wormed his way into your apartment. you were convinced he had bribed jeno into letting him tag along just to find out where you lived—typical donghyuck behavior—but what you couldn’t believe was how easily swayed your friend was.

“nice place you got here.” hyuck nodded, lips pursed as he scanned the area. “where’s your bedroom, by the way?” it was all too predictable; you threw a pillow at his face and he blocked it.

despite the intrusion, you had an okay afternoon. there was pizza, games—anything you’d find at a typical hangout session—and the boy had done his very best to keep his inappropriate remarks to himself, promising to be nothing but a gentleman, and there was a part of you that almost believed him.

almost.

it was when the sun started to set and you grew tired of gaming that hyuck excused himself to use the bathroom. but what you didn’t know was that he really just wanted to snoop around. which leads him to where he is now, quietly sifting through your drawers and on full alert to any sign of movement outside.

hyuck’s mouth parts, tongue daring out to wet his lips when he finally finds what he’s looking for. he dangles the pair of underwear by his index finger. is he really this desperate? he purses his lips, foot anxiously tapping as he debates whether or not to go through with it.

you won’t notice if he takes just one pair, right?

and so he manages to smuggle them home and gets off late in the night, groaning your name as he strokes his hard shaft with his right hand. his fingers are coated in cum, as is the material he jerks himself into for the third time already. his mind is racing with every possible scenario he can think of. there’s no way he’s getting any sleep now—not when everytime he closes his eyes, there you are.

huyck's mouth is on your neck, his thigh pressing up against you in a way that has you dizzy. he’s littering your skin with marks, sucking and licking and leaving you craving his lips on yours. you murmur his name and his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing in response. your finger finds his chin to lead him to where you want him.

his lips are warm and tug on yours feverishly. it’s like your mouths are made for each other. when his tongue meets yours, your knees give out. with the majority of your weight on him, his hands easily guide you against his leg, encouraging your hips to move. 

“fuck,” he breathes out. his cheeks are flushed and hair damp. “wanna taste you.”

“aren’t you already doing that?” you say.

he smirks. “that’s not where i meant.”

hyuck whimpers at the sensitivity of yet another orgasm. his skin is wet and glistening, cock throbbing as he wipes up the substance with your underwear. there’s tears in his eyes and his cheeks are bright red—both because he’s so worked up and embarrassed about the entire thing. and yet he’s already reaching for his phone, sending jeno a text about the next time he’s going to your house.

you're right—he’s definitely a pervert.

a/n: I tried writing something a little different from my usual content so please lmk what you think!

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game ♡ yeonjun

genre: smut ⭒ word count: under 0.5k

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you’re fooling around with yeonjun in the back seat of his car on a typical friday night. you don’t even know how it got this far—how he convinced you to leave the party and cram yourselves inside. one minute he’d been mumbling about cats and the next he was running his fingers across your bare arm, goosebumps forming beneath his touch.  

“wanna makeout?” jun asks suddenly. he’d never been shy about his desires in the past—never bothered hiding his attraction toward you—but it’s the first time he’s actually made a move. maybe it’s the intimate setting or the fact that his body’s buzzing from a few rounds of beer pong that gives him courage; either way, he’s feeling bold tonight.

it doesn’t actually take much for you to wind up in his lap. the low breathiness of his voice in your ear as he leans over, begging for just a taste, is enough to have your stomach swirling with desire. the feeling of his lips on yours is like a drug. he’s grinning and gripping at your thighs to pull you closer, even giggling like a lovesick fool because he’s just so happy.

“do you wanna play a game?” yeonjun murmurs, nose brushing yours. his eyes are hooded and pupils blown as he looks at you, the only light coming from the streetlamp.

you're acutely aware of him hardening beneath you. your heartbeat quickens. “like what?” 

“see how many times i can get you to come before the night’s over.” he only chuckles at your expression. you shift on his lap, body heating up at his forwardness. your mind’s racing with possibilities. “all you gotta do is spread your legs and i’ll do all the work, baby.” yeonjun bites his lip, gaze trailing downward.

and he’s serious about the game: works you open with his fingers first before dragging your core on top his thigh, encouraging you to use him as he whispers filthy things. pushes you further against the seat cushion and sucks on your clit while eating you out. his spit mixes with your cum, the substance coating your folds and eventually pushed back in with his tongue. he has no intentions of stopping until you pry him off you, until you’re left a mess unable to say anything but his name. because luckily for you, yeonjun's competitive.

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things beomgyu loves

genre: smut ⭒ word count: under 0.5k

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beomgyu loves teasing you, how you get riled up from even the slightest of touches. like when he's got you pinned down on the mattress and blows warm air on your throbbing clit, runs the pad of his finger up your inner thigh just to see you shiver. or when you're at practice and he makes sure to emphasize his hips a little more than usual. he'll accidentally lift his shirt up while stretching, revealing the softness of his tummy to your hungry eyes.

he loves when you tug his hand, mouth all pouty as you silently beg him to leave whatever gathering you're at and take you home. he loves when you're seated on his lap while he games and even more when you wrap your arms around him, face tucked into the crook of his neck. you'll pepper kisses along his skin, showering him with the affection he so desperately craves. he'll pretend to be focused on whatever he's playing but is secretly enjoying every second of it. eventually it'll end with a heated make out session and his hands all over you.

beomgyu also loves being sloppy with you, whether it's his tongue in your mouth or eating you out in his tiny dorm room. he loves quickies and the thrill of getting caught, hissing in your ear about soobin nextdoor. he'll do anything to come inside and can never resist pushing it back in, inevitably leading to another round. "you think I give a shit?" is what he says if you worry about making a mess or grossing him out when it's that time of the month. he'll only chuckle lowly and tug you to the shower.

and he loves the feeling of your body on his. he'll touch every inch of your skin, see how it dampens over time from his calculated thrusts. he wants to be close to you, to see your eyes squeeze shut and lips part in pleasure. he may be shy when it comes to confessing his feelings, but it's always apparent in the way he cares for you, in his soft gaze and wordless gestures, when he reaches for you in the middle of the night and holds you close to him the moment he wakes up in the morning.

finally, beomgyu loves when you praise him. he's a sucker for reassurance and looks to you for just about anything: is he doing this right? does it feel okay? he always craves your attention, which is why he loves pleasuring you above all else. and if you stroke his face? tug on his hair? whisper that he's a good boy? he'll cum in his pants right then and there. because while beomgyu loves acting cocky on a day to day basis, deep down he's needy as hell.

a/n: how am I supposed to remain a soft gyu stan [we are practically the same person] in these conditions?!?!

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fratboy taehyun

fratboy taehyun who acts like your boyfriend but isn’t actually your boyfriend—just your high school friend who’s too dense to realize his feelings

fratboy taehyun who is never really surprised to find you walking around campus in his clothes

“oh. so it was you.” he gestures to the sweatshirt you wear

you laugh nervously. “how’d that get there? must of grabbed it by mistake.”

he just pulls the hood over your head before tugging you to your next class. “all the clothes you have and you still insist on wearing mine.” 

fratboy taehyun who is an all-rounder and insists on joining every extra curricular he can yet somehow always finds time for you

fratboy taehyun who acts all serious and tough but would do anything you ask him

“please never contact me again,” he says after showing up to your apartment just to catch the cockroach in your kitchen

fratboy taehyun who is a natural flirt but doesn’t realize the impact he has on you

fratboy taehyun who grabs your wrist when a car’s coming and lifts his shirt post-practice to wipe at the sweat on his forehead—who’s not shy even when he knows you’re in the stands watching

fratboy taehyun who avoids bringing you around his place whenever possible because of his nosy roommates

“i’m helping rearrange around some furniture,” he tells soobin one morning. 

this catches his friend’s attention. “you’re what now?” 

he calmly repeats what he said while slipping on his shoes.

hyuka watches the interaction, grinning manically. “you like them. soobin, he likes them.”

“yes. moving a desk translates to unrequited love.” taehyun rolls his eyes.

soobin hums. “unrequited, huh?”

fratboy taehyun who leaves you breathless even in jeans and a jersey—who meets you in a cropped shirt and backwards hat one warm afternoon and has everyone staring

fratboy taehyun who orders dessert to cool off and doesn’t think twice before wiping off the leftover ice cream by the corner of your lips

“you wonder why everyone thinks we’re dating.” you try to laugh off the situation 

fratboy taehyun whose eyes widen at your joke—who can’t help but think about what you said for the rest of the day and even turns to his upperclassman yeonjun for an outside option

fratboy taehyun who winds up outside your door after a long conversation, quietly knocking in case you’re already asleep (and secretly hoping you just won’t hear)

fratboy taehyun who forgets every word in the dictionary when he sees you’re wearing nothing but his t-shirt, features visibly tired beneath the street light

fratboy taehyun who can only think about how pretty you look—were you always this pretty—and can’t stop himself from commenting on your choice in sleepwear

“you look really cute in my clothes.”

fratboy taehyun who is secretly satisfied when you get all flustered

fratboy taehyun who stays over at your place—something he hasn’t done since high school—and somehow winds up next to you in your tiny bed

fratboy taehyun who doesn’t seem to mind when you creep closer to him in your sleep, eventually entangling your limbs with his

fratboy taehyun who takes off his shirt when it gets too hot

fratboy taehyun who forgets said action and wakes up startled to find his torso bare and your arm across his stomach 

“sorry…” he doesn’t know what else to say.

you’re frozen against his side. you can feel his muscles contract beneath your forearm. “it’s fine.” you gulp, gaze hesitantly trailing upward to meet his piercing eyes

“why are you looking at me like that?” taehyun mumbles.

you can’t look away. “like what?” 

fratboy taehyun who starts feeling things one shouldn't feel about their friend

fratboy taehyun whose breath hitches when he realizes how close you are—how easy it’d be to dip his head down and kiss you just like that

fratboy taehyun who’s convinced his dumb friends put these thoughts in his mind and would rather die than entertain the idea that they were right all along

fratboy taehyun who becomes even more protective over you 

fratboy taehyun who is bold enough to put his hand on your waist when you go to parties and doesn’t let you out of his sight when you wander off with an overly-friendly beomgyu

“you haven’t looked away from them once,” soobin comments smugly while sipping beer.

“really? didn’t notice,” he says absently.

his roommate chuckles. “you’re looking at gyu like you want to murder him.”

“sounds like a normal night to me.”

fratboy taehyun who’s forced into the closet with you after a stupid game of truth or dare

fratboy taehyun who keeps mumbling apologies everytime he touches you—who is starting to feel a little claustrophobic in this tiny dark space

“seems like they really want us to get together.” you break the silence.

“dumb, right?” taehyun chuckles.

“cause it’s me?” you sink back against the wall. “dating me is dumb?”

“that’s not what i meant.” the words are flying out of his mouth. 

fratboy taehyun who says fuck it—friends kiss, right?

“if it’ll get them off our backs.” he tries to play it off cooly.

fratboy taehyun who looses all control when he gets a taste of you, pulling you further against him until there’s no space between your bodies—who’s addicted to the feeling of your lips on his and quickly forgets about the game 

fratboy taehyun who never realized how needy he was for your touch until your hands are in his hair, on his sides, cupping his face—who never wants to let you go now that he has you like this

“think they’ve kissed yet?” beomgyu sighs, legs crossed and leaning against the couch

soobin smirks. “twenty bucks says they're having sex by the time we pull them out."

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special ♡ haechan

genre: fluff ⭒ word count: 1.3k

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haechan knows you're special the moment he sees you. spread out on your colorful quilt, you bite into a strawberry with a content expression. you've got an assortment of snacks and a handful of colored pencils; from where he stands, he can make out what you've doodled—a yellow bear with a jar of honey.

even amongst the blossom-covered trees, the kids who run across the grass, the sparkling river, he can't take his eyes off you. maybe it's the afternoon's unexpected warmth that gets to him. maybe it's a moment of insanity; he finds himself walking towards you without any idea of what to say when he gets there.

haechan approaches you like it's second nature. he holds up a hand to shield himself from the glaring sun, peering down at your unaware form. you're busy sifting around your container of fruit when he suddenly clears his throat. your eyes find his in an instant. his mouth parts in unexpected panic; talking always came easy to him. why was he suddenly so shy?

"uh," he instinctively scratches the back of his neck before smoothing down the long strands of hair. "those strawberries look good." it's the best he can come up with in the moment. "where'd you get them?"

you blink. "oh. i got them at the market over there." you turn, finger pointing to the little outdoor stand across the street.

"cool. thanks." he nods. he's crossing his arms now, shifting into another awkward pose as he quickly ponders his next move. the gentle breeze is rustling your hair, your skin dewy and glowing beneath the sunlight. haechan tries not to melt at the sight.

"would you like to try one?" you ask with a small smile. "i think I bought too many." the sound of you giggling is like music to his ears.

haechan knows you're special when you look up at him during your second encounter, unknowing to the leftover ice cream on your face. he can't help but chuckle and is quick to offer a tissue, which you take gratefully.

“no, a little to the left.” he shakes his head when you continue to miss. “my left. can i—can i help?” he asks hopefully, brown eyes gentle and adoring awaiting your response.

when you give him the go ahead, his palm cups the back of your hand, slowly guiding your fingers to the spot where the cream sits. “did i get it?” you look to him for confirmation.

he hums. you sit at an outdoor table; the chair is warm against your bare skin. haechan inhales the sweet scent of spring, the air filled with fragrant flowers. he sips on his strawberry milkshake absentmindedly. he'd promised to treat you after eating nearly half your container of fruit, which worked out to be the perfect excuse to see you again.

“this is really good.” you take another bite of matcha. “how's yours?” you look over at him, spoon disappearing beneath your lips.

he blinks. “oh. it's pretty good.” he sits up a little, your question shaking him out of his daze. a trickle of sweat drips down the side of his neck; it's another unusually warm spring day.

“you must really like strawberry.”

“I guess i do.”

haechan knows your special when you don't get upset with him for showing affection. you don't shove him away like the others—on the contrary, you welcome his advances. like when he puts his arm around your shoulder walking down a busy street, or how he sometimes cuddles up against your back standing in line. you just happily smile

it's quite often that he invites you over for movie night or board games at his apartment, and haechan inevitably ends up touching you—his legs draped over yours, head in your lap, hand brushing back your hair. it's no surprise when you let him.

tonight you're in matching pajama sets—teddy bears, his choice—sipping on your favorite warm drinks. it's a rare occurrence for his roommates to be out, so for the first time, it's just the two of you. renjun had hung up fairy lights back when they first moved in; with the overhead lights turned off, they give the room a magical feeling.

“i’m glad you invited me,” you say suddenly. haechan, once focused on the tv, glances at you. “my day wasn't very good…” you sigh while looking into your now empty mug.

he turns fully toward you. there's so many things he wants to say, his mouth already parting in preparation. but he doesn't. for once, he remains quiet, instead giving your knee a gentle squeeze. sometimes it's enough just to be in each other's company.

“these pajamas are really cute.” you laugh at the little bears staring back at you on your sleeve. maybe you want to tell him more. like how sweet he looks sitting next to you. but you don't have the courage to, so you don't.

you know haechan's special when he carries you to his bed the first night you sleepover. it wasn't intentional, but after three movies, you're passed out the couch. he could have woken you up, or left you where you were, but instead he makes the long journey to his room just so you'll have a decent sleep.

you don't realize til you wake up in the morning covered in a soft blanket, haechan nowhere to be found. you've never been in his room before. the thought makes you giddy inside—so much so that you don't even see jaemin standing in the kitchen, hiding a smirk behind his coffee cup as you pass by.

you find haechan spread out across the couch, clutching a pillow to his chest. his cheeks are dusted pink from sleep and hair covering his forehead. you quietly creep forward, crouching down in front of his peaceful figure before reaching out a hesitant hand. your fingers nearly shake as you brush away the hair.

“that feels good,” he barely croaks out. you jolt at the sound. when your movements pause, he lets out a whine in protest. “just a little more. please?” you can see he's pouting now, eyes still closed.

“h—how’d you know it was me?” you ask breathlessly. you honor his request, continuing to stroke his dark hair.

he snorts. “who else would it be?” at this he steals a peak, one almond eye opening to find you leaning over the couch. your face is exceptionally close; he nearly gasps. “no one else would touch me this nicely,” he says after a minute. only you, haechan thinks.

you know haechan's special every time he takes you out to a new restaurant, when he always stocks up on your favorite snacks or makes you soup to take back home just because. he likes taking care of you. and you like spending time with him. which is why you can’t stay away from one another no matter how hard you try.

“see you,” he mumbles. it’s a friday night and haechan isn't even trying to hide the disappointment he feels while dropping you off. he knows it’s selfish to ask you to stay—to spend all your free time with him when you’re not even really dating—but that doesn’t mean he can’t pout a little.

you’re quick to notice his face fall before he turns to head back down the sidewalk. he’s got his hands shoved in his pockets and a bucket hat covering his hair. you’d already spent the day together and yet you didn’t feel like ending it. which is why haechan doesn’t take more than a few steps before you call out his name.

he peers back, brown eyes hopeful as he awaits your next words. “come inside for a bit?” you ask. “if you’re not too tired, i mean. it’s okay if—” haechan’s striding over to you before you can finish your sentence, grabbing your cheeks and tugging your lips onto his.

he kisses you softly, fingers stroking your skin while he hesitantly tests out the waters. his heart soars when you don’t pull away.

“i was hoping you'd ask,” he mutters, mouth still brushing against yours, breath warming his skin before going back in for another.

#haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #lee donghyuck #nct fanfic #nct haechan #nct drabbles #nct dream fluff #haechan scenarios #haechan imagines #nct fic

[rainbowhao]

kitchen ♡ yeonjun

genre: smut ⭒ word count: 0.5k

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yeonjun chuckles. “this what you wanted?” he’s moving at a painfully slow place, cock hitting you deep with every thrust.

you're pressed up against the kitchen counter, legs forcefully spread. your head has lulled forward, body limp from overstimulation.

you've already come twice, once from his fingers and once on his tongue. the remnants drips from your folds, coating his shaft and sliding down your legs.

“you like it when i’m rough?” your boyfriend questions, words filled with venom as he switches to fucking you quick and sloppy.

“yeah.” your voice is whiny. drool threatens to spill out from the corner of your swollen lips. his words have your walls clamping down on him and he curses at the tightness.

his hand grips your inner thigh, pressing your leg further against the cabinet. your body shakes. if he wasn't holding you up, you'd crumble to the floor. your hips start spasming when he thumbs at your abused clit.

yeonjun’s eyes are transfixed on your tummy. he can see the outline of his cock with every thrust. sweat coats his forehead. he's been dying to get inside you since you'd watched that damn movie together.

“that turn you on?” yeonjun had joked when he noticed you'd fallen unusually silent during a raunchy sex scene, not so subtly shifting around on the couch.

“we could try it...if you want” you said quietly, cheeks flushed as you avoided his gaze.

the prospect of having you in the kitchen—of being a little rougher than usual—wasn't something he’d ever considered. but after seeing how embarrassed (and intrigued) you were by the idea, suddenly it was all he could think about. which is why he’d been worked up the rest of the night; walking in on you making breakfast in nothing but his t-shirt had been the final blow.

“open up for me, baby.”

he’s like a man possessed, suddenly gripping your chin, tilting your head back before spitting in your mouth. yeonjun groans when you swallow, index finger tracing your bottom lip. he whispers hot praises in your ear—how good you’ve been, how warm you feel wrapped around him.

“gonna come for me one more time?” yeonjun asks. his white tank droops down below his collarbones, thin material clinging to his skin.

“i’m close,” you tell him. your stomach is wound tight, his tip hitting your g-spot relentlessly. “want you to come inside.” you're practically begging him, breathless. your fingers dig into his shoulder blades. it's impossible to tug him any closer but you try anyway.

“shit.” yeonjun exhales. just imagining it has his hips stuttering. “i don't think i’ll want to stop if i do.” he looks down with heavy lids, cheeks flushed as he stares at where you're connected. “i’d fuck you all day if you'd let me.” he chuckles lowly. “til you're full of me.”

you're releasing without warning, broken moans filling the apartment. he sucks on your neck to try and work you through your high, placing sloppy kisses against the sensitive skin as he continues rocking into you. it's only a few thrusts later that his mouth stills, eyes squeezing shut as he fills you with warm cum.

“one more baby,” he pleads. he's still rock hard and nowhere near done. “i need you so bad I can't think straight.” yeonjun whimpers.

you're nodding rapidly. if you had known he'd react like this, you would have watched the movie a hell of a lot sooner.

#yeonjun #tomorrow x together #txt #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #txt smut #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt yeonjun #txt scenarios #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun x reader #txt hard hours #yeonjun imagines #txt drabbles

[rainbowhao]

i can't take my eyes off of you ♡ beomgyu

genre: fluff/pining ⭒ word count: 1.4k

inspired by the song "cherry bomb" by julianna joy! please listen to it because it matches the vibe so well. and i guess this could be considered an early birthday fic :)

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you’re so patient. beomgyu’s a menace and you’re so patient that it has him falling for you even more than he thought possible—putting up with his antics every day of the week and always allowing him to voice all the dumb and borderline insane ideas he has to you.

like now. gyu’s been ranting to you for the past hour all while inside the safety of your carefully-crafted pillow fort. snacks, plushies, fairy lights, even a speaker for music—it has everything you could need on a night like this. it’s far too easy for your best friend to slip in beside you and let out everything on his mind. even what's better left unsaid.

“you go out with soobin yet?” he can’t help but frown at the name as it leaves his lips. he lies on his back, arms behind his head and decked out in his comfiest pajamas. he’d heard all about the unexpected run-in with your former high school crush and had been unable to think about anything else all week.

“mhmm,” is all you say. this has beomgyu turning toward you immediately. he can’t stand when you act vague. how are you so calm and unbothered while he's dying inside?

“you did?” he leans in a little as if you’d then be prompted to respond. “well? how did it go?” 

you want to smile at how eager he looks, waiting for you to give him any little bit of information on what went down.

“it was nice. we just met for lunch and caught up.” you shrug, gaze returning to the blanket currently acting as the ceiling to your fort. 

beomgyu huffs. “i knew it. he likes you.” he shuffles around before crossing his arms across his chest. “so what? are you going to date now or something?” he asks cooly, as if it wasn’t the worst possible thing he could imagine.

“gyu, seriously.” you chuckle. “i haven’t seen him in years. it was friendly—nothing more.” your best friend had a gift—the gift of jumping to conclusions. you know he’s silently pouting right now. he'd always been like this—grumpy whenever you mentioned hanging out with anyone other than him. 

beomgyu wasn’t a possessive guy. at least when it came to everything else in his life. but you were different. was it so bad he wanted you to himself? he knew you better than anyone, could treat you right in ways you’d never imagine. so what if soobin was taller, better looking, the textbook definition of mr. right?

he didn’t get you like beomgyu did.

“you look pretty right now,” gyu tells you quietly. he doesn’t care if you’ll scold him for it—it’s true. beneath the glowing lights, your soul exposed to him in such an intimate way that only this space could bring, you’re stunning.

“what?” you’re flushing. “you’re delirious. go to sleep.” you shove a pillow his way but he just blocks it. he’s giving you those puppy-like eyes, hair hanging in his face; it’s gotten longer than it ever has. “you planning on getting a haircut?” you can’t help but reach out and run your fingers through the strands. maybe it's you who’s delirious.

his eyes flutter closed at your gentle touches. “should i?” his lips barely even move. 

“I like it a lot,” you tell him honestly. “suits you.”

“oh?” his mouth curls into a smirk “then i’ll definitely keep it long.”

you enjoy moments like these, when beomgyu’s mellow and tender-hearted. you didn’t mind the craziness, sure, but it was rare to see him in such a raw and exposed state. no games, no antics, just gyu—the boy you had inevitably fallen for.

you find yourself getting lost in his eyes when they open once more. he’s looking at you so softly you can’t seem to turn away. the twinkling lights cast a soft glow on his face, making his lips look even more pink than usual. you can feel your heartbeat quickening with each passing moment.

“am i that beautiful?” beomgyu jokes. he dramatically blinks to show off his long eyelashes. your throat’s gone dry.

“you are beautiful, gyu,” you murmur. you don’t even realize you’ve begun stroking the side of his cheek until his hand grabs yours, forcing your fingers to come to an immediate halt.

“so you admit it.” beomgyu cups the back of your hand. “you adore me, don’t you?” he giggles to himself. “i’ll remember this moment forever now—the day you finally confessed my beauty out loud.” 

“ridiculous.” you scoff and yank back your hand. “you always know how to ruin things.” 

“what things?” beomgyu prompts. and when you try to turn onto your back, he just peers over you, arms coming on either side of your torso. beomgyu doesn’t know the meaning of personal space. he doesn’t want to; he likes being near you. “are you mad now?” he hums, face becoming increasingly closer to your own.

“no,” you say blankly.

“are you embarrassed?” he teases. “you are, aren’t you? my cute baby’s all flustered.” beomgyu finds the situation all too amusing. 

“i—i am not! and who says something like that?” you’re flaming hot beneath him, suddenly feeling very trapped.

“don’t go out with soobin,” he says suddenly. “he likes you. i know he does.” his exhale’s shaky, forearms nearly wobbling as he holds himself up. “how could he not?” he whispers the last part. 

“why are you so obsessed with this?” you study him. even though he hadn’t said anything in the previous days, you knew he’d been stressing about it. beomgyu was like an open book to you. but sometimes there were things about him you didn’t understand. why was he so upset over the idea of you dating someone?

“i don’t want you to be anyone else’s but mine.” beomgyu confesses. his nose finds its way to the crook of your neck, nudging at the warm skin before he dares let his lips press against you. he kisses you so briefly, so lightly that you almost think you’d imagined it. but then he’s leaving more in a trail down your neck, whispering tiny little pleas in between. “please…let me show you.”

“show me what?” the tiny space is so incredibly warm now. “gyu, w—what are you doing?” you’d never known him to be so forward. his sudden confidence had your head spinning.

he pulls back a little to look at you. “i want you to know how much you mean to me.” beomgyu couldn’t help himself; the hazy lighting and late-night fatigue had him thinking unspeakable things about his best friend and truthfully, he’d never wanted something so badly as he wanted you in this very moment. “can i baby?”

there he goes with that name again. 

“okay,” you whisper. “how?”

“first,” he says lowly, “i’m going to kiss you.” with enough of his weight on you, he’s able to bring one hand up to your face. “right here.” the tip of his finger traces your bottom lip. “and then i’m going to tell you just how crazy you make me. or maybe you already know that.” he smiles. “as for soobin...tell him to get in line."

#beomgyu #tomorrow x together #txt #choi beomgyu #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt beomgyu #txt fluff #beomgyu x reader #txt fanfic #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #txt fics #beomgyu fics #kpop imagines #txt drabbles #beomgyu fic

[rainbowhao]

fratboy soobin

fratboy soobin who looks innocent until you get to know him—who has everyone fooled into thinking he’s a good boy

fratboy soobin who enjoys the fact that he’s untouchable—who barely spares you a glance when beomgyu introduces you to his friends at one of their parties

fratboy soobin who secretly smirks when he sees you’re flustered by his behavior and decides from that moment on to set his sights on you

fratboy soobin who towers over everyone and everything and uses his height to his advantage

“need some help?” soobin chuckles.

you’re pathetically trying to reach a book in the library one morning

“oh. sure…” you’re kind of surprised he approaches you

“no problem.” he reaches it with ease, shamelessly leaning over you to do so and even going as far as pressing his chest against your back just enough to have you spiraling

fratboy soobin who has no problem playing up his charms to get what he wants and agrees to give you the book only if you do something for him in return

fratboy soobin who leaves the library more than satisfied with the outcome—meeting you tomorrow afternoon under the premise of helping him study

fratboy soobin who shows up decked out in a billowy white button up, navy pants, and round glasses—who pushes his hair off his forehead because he’s been told it makes him look more attractive that way

fratboy soobin who gets real close to you and does his best to appear like he’s listening to what you’re saying when really he’s thinking of all the things he’d like to do to you

you eventually notice he’s off in his own world. “did you get that?”

“no, sorry.” he sheepishly smiles. “you’re kind of distracting.” 

fratboy soobin who is a model gentleman to everyone but his friends because they know just how mischievous he can be

fratboy soobin who walks you home and always buys you your favorite drink

fratboy soobin who smoothly changes tactics, going from aloof to overly friendly in the span of a few weeks

fratboy soobin who follows you around whenever you show up to his parties

fratboy soobin who whispers in your ear when it gets too loud and lets you sit in his lap when there’s no room on the couch

“it’s fine,” he repeats, gesturing for you to come over with the wave of his hand

you hesitate. “you’re sure?”

he grins. “you’re not going to break me, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

fratboy soobin who asks if you’re tired once the party slows—whose fingers tentatively rest on your leg just to see how you’ll react

fratboy soobin who kisses down the side of your neck, breath hot on your skin while he unbuttons your pants once he knows you want him too

fratboy soobin who sends you selfies when he’s bored in class or thirst traps when he can’t sleep

fratboy soobin who can never keep his hands off you and loves doing risky things in the library

“do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he groans.

your eyes widen when you feel him touch your thigh. “we can’t.”

he only taunts you. “you scared?"

fratboy soobin who is proud when he turns you into just as much of a freak as he is

#soobin #tomorrow x together #txt #choi soobin #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt soobin #txt scenarios #txt smut #soobin smut #soobin x reader #txt fanfic #soobin imagines #txt fics #soobin fics #kpop imagines #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt drabbles #soobin fic #soobin scenarios

[rainbowhao]

fratboy huening kai

fratboy hyuka who joins only to live in the shared house with soobin and taehyun

fratboy hyuka who lets you do his makeup at parties—will close his eyes and allows you do whatever you want as long as you make him look pretty

“you’re kind of like a doll,” you compliment, “i’m jealous.”

he blushes. “really?”

fratboy hyuka who realizes he’s entirely alone with you in his room and nervously eyes the group of plushies on his bed while you apply a lip tint

fratboy hyuka who’s learned everything he knows about flirting from yeonjun but just can’t seem to put it into practice and instead makes awkward small talk

fratboy hyuka who is more than willing to offer up his bed if you’re too tired to walk back—who politely leaves the room while you change and even offers a spare toothbrush

fratboy hyuka who mistakes your forwardness for friendliness until one of his friends overhears your conversation and smacks him on the head for being so painfully oblivious

fratboy hyuka who melts whenever you call him your guardian angel—who shares his umbrella or ties your shoelace, even lets you borrow one of his plushies

fratboy hyuka who has the daintiest lips and is unaware at how you constantly stare

fratboy hyuka who makes a mess trying to cook but isn’t mad about it because you seem to find his incompetence hilarious and he’s happy as long as you’re smiling

“is my pain funny?” he looks so pitiful with sauce all over his shirt

“kind of, yeah.” you giggle but help him clean up anyway

fratboy hyuka who nonstop cuddles with you once he becomes comfortable enough—who has to be pried away by soobin when it’s time to go

fratboy hyuka who likes to sit on the lawn between classes and pretend to study while not so subtly admiring the way the afternoon sunlight highlights your features

fratboy hyuka who watches movies with you when there’s a party downstairs—who prepares every kind of snack you could want and has the most comfortable setup

fratboy hyuka who tastes like candy when you kiss him, softly grasping his cheek—who allows you to take the lead and does whatever you want him to

fratboy hyuka who’s nervous to introduce you to the older members because he’s scared you’ll fall for their charms like every other person on campus

fratboy hyuka who is constantly reassured that you like him, who is convinced when you take him to bed one night and touch him in a way no one’s ever done before

“are you jealous, baby?”

“n—not anymore.”

fratboy hyuka who’s a stuttering mess the next morning and hides his burning face beneath the covers—who knows full well the earful he’s going to get from his roommates when he finally leaves the safety of his room

fratboy hyuka who gets a pat on the back from taehyun and thumbs up from soobin

“toast?” taehyun offers.

#i absolutely do not because you just described my life word for word 😭

[rainbowhao]

fratboy huening kai

fratboy hyuka who joins only to live in the shared house with soobin and taehyun

fratboy hyuka who sits all patient and lets you do his makeup at parties so long as you make him look pretty

“you’re kind of like a doll,” you compliment, “i’m jealous.”

he blushes. “really?”

fratboy hyuka who realizes he’s entirely alone with you in his room and nervously eyes the group of plushies on his bed while you apply a lip tint

fratboy hyuka who’s learned everything he knows about flirting from yeonjun but just can’t seem to put it into practice and instead makes awkward small talk

fratboy hyuka who is more than willing to offer up his bed if you’re too tired to walk back—who politely leaves the room while you change and even offers a spare toothbrush

fratboy hyuka who mistakes your forwardness for friendliness until one of his friends overhears your conversation and smacks him on the head for being so painfully oblivious

fratboy hyuka who melts whenever you call him your guardian angel—who shares his umbrella or ties your shoelace, even lets you borrow one of his plushies

fratboy hyuka who has the daintiest lips and is unaware at how you constantly stare

fratboy hyuka who makes a mess trying to cook but isn’t mad about it because you seem to find his incompetence hilarious and he’s happy as long as you’re smiling

“is my pain funny?” he looks so pitiful with sauce all over his shirt

“kind of, yeah.” you giggle but help him clean up anyway

fratboy hyuka who nonstop cuddles with you once he becomes comfortable enough—who has to be pried away by soobin when it’s time to go

fratboy hyuka who likes to sit on the lawn between classes and pretend to study while not so subtly admiring the way the afternoon sunlight highlights your features

fratboy hyuka who watches movies with you when there’s a party downstairs—who prepares every kind of snack you could want and has the most comfortable setup

fratboy hyuka who tastes like candy when you kiss him, softly grasping his cheek—who allows you to take the lead and does whatever you want him to

fratboy hyuka who’s nervous to introduce you to the older members because he’s scared you’ll fall for their charms like every other person on campus

fratboy hyuka who is constantly reassured that you like him, who is convinced when you take him to bed one night and touch him in a way no one’s ever done before

“are you jealous, baby?”

“n—not anymore.”

fratboy hyuka who’s a stuttering mess the next morning and hides his burning face beneath the covers—who knows full well the earful he’s going to get from his roommates when he finally leaves the safety of his room

fratboy hyuka who gets a pat on the back from taehyun and thumbs up from soobin

“toast?” taehyun offers.

#huening kai #tomorrow x together #txt #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt huening kai #txt scenarios #txt fluff #huening kai x reader #txt fanfic #huening kai fluff #huening kai imagines #txt fics #huening kai fics #kpop imagines #txt drabbles #huening kai fic #huening kai scenarios

[rainbowhao]

fratboy beomgyu

fratboy beomgyu who is all too curious about the mysterious person nextdoor and makes it his mission to become your friend

fratboy beomgyu who happily meets you in the elevator one afternoon and can't help but strike up a conversation as if you're already acquainted

"do you come here often?"

"i live here?"

fratboy beomgyu who doesn't even notice the odd looks you're giving him on the ride up, just keeps chirping away til you get to the third floor

fratboy beomgyu who can't take a hint when you practically slam the door in his face before he can say goodbye—who just shrugs and digs around in his pocket for the dorm key

fratboy beomgyu who loves to say good morning or ask about your day whenever he gets the chance, even if he's tired or running late

"oh. hello," he greets. his long hair is disheveled as he steps out into the hallway wearing crinkled sweats and a sweatshirt. "are you headed to class too?"

you nod. it appears he's overslept though doesn't appear to be in any rush.

"it's cold out there. don't you have a coat?" he frowns. "here. have mine."

fratboy beomgyu who shoves his jacket into your arms before you can decline and runs away with manic laughter spilling out his lips

fratboy beomgyu who goes to parties just to goof off with his friends or get high and play records on his portable turntable

fratboy beomgyu who comes home late one night and can't get the door unlocked so he tiredly knocks thinking someone will answer and let him in

fratboy beomgyu who stares at you with wide eyes and smeared eyeshadow when you poke your head out to see what the noise is and make direct eye contact

fratboy beomgyu who happily allows you to open the door for him and somehow convinces you to help him inside because he can't walk

fratboy beomgyu who nearly blacks out and suddenly finds himself on the bed and head resting on your lap while you look down at him

"please get off me."

"but you look so pretty like this."

fratboy beomgyu who thinks you got the wrong idea about him and tell you so, hoping you won't misunderstand the type of person he is

"i'm also in a small music club. i play the guitar....oh you've heard me? heh. sorry."

fratboy beomgyu who is admittingly a little embarrassed to be acting so desperate for your attention and wonders whether you even like him at all but still doesn't give up

fratboy beomgyu who bakes you sugar cookies for valentine's day and leaves them at your doorstep with a note and drawing of a teddy bear

fratboy beomgyu who nervously paces around his dorm room while he waits for you to get back from class in approximately 10 minutes

fratboy beomgyu who is startled by the sound of knocking and met with your face and that unreadable expression that drives him crazy

"if you don't like it or something i can—"

"i like them a lot."

fratboy beomgyu who is ecstatic when you sit on the floor together and try his cookies (which are obviously delicious) while he plays you his favorite albums

fratboy beomgyu who has finally broken through your cold exterior and become your friend—who really won't leave you alone now that he knows you're at least a little fond of him

fratboy beomgyu who coerces you into sleepovers and goes as far as setting up a cot next to your bed (once you finally let him inside your dorm room, that is) so that you can talk about random shit for hours

fratboy beomgyu who is secretly over the moon when you beg him to go to sleep and even crawl down onto the floor to just cover his mouth

fratboy beomgyu whose heart beats quickly when he realizes how close you are and just how intimate a dark night can be—who cups your hand with his own and slowly pulls your fingers away from his mouth

"please don't go."

you're silent for a while.

"can you stay down here? i'll be good."

fratboy beomgyu who lifts the blankets and allows you to hesitantly settle in beside him—who doesn't dare make another sound in fear of scaring you off

fratboy beomgyu who is coaxed to sleep by your body's warmth, shoulders touching and limbs eventually entangling til your forms meld into one

#beomgyu #tomorrow x together #txt #choi beomgyu #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios #beomgyu x reader #txt fanfic #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu imagines #txt fics #kpop imagines #txt drabbles #beomgyu fic #beomgyu scenarios

[rainbowhao]

fratboy yeonjun

mature

fratboy yeonjun who doesn't get deterred when you brush off his advances—something no sane-minded person has done thus far

fratboy yeonjun who follows you around like a lost puppy, carrying your backpack and walking you to your next lecture

fratboy yeonjun who learns that you're practically untouchable, that you keep to yourself and are a mystery to basicslly everyone on campus

fratboy yeonjun who doesn't take your wariness to heart and just wants to get to know you—at least, that's what he tells you

fratboy yeonjun who is sure you're a virgin and makes it his personal goal to be the person who changes that

fratboy yeonjun who has natural charm and can see the way he affects you when he brushes your waist or whispers in your ear

fratboy yeonjun who starts calling you baby and sweetheart and somehow the names feel so right spilling from his lips

fratboy yeonjun who teases you every chance he gets

"in the classroom? what if someone sees us?" he chuckles when you pull him through the doorway, loving the way you flush

"this tastes pretty good." he licks the lollypop he stole from your bag. "but you know what would taste better?"

he rubs his chest when you swat him. "ouch, baby. that hurt."

"wow. your hand is so small. look."

"you can always sit in my lap." his impractical solution when there's no seat

fratboy yeonjun who isn't afraid of physical contact and touches you whenever the opportunity strikes

fratboy yeonjun who miraculously convinces you to let him stay the night in your dorm room because he's too tired to walk back, who promises to be on his best behavior and do whatever you say

fratboy yeonjun who sneaks his way into your bed and eventually your heart, waking up to your bodies warm and entangled

fratboy yeonjun who quietly watches you get ready for class, making no attempt to leave even when he starts to get hungry

fratboy yeonjun who asks for you to share the chapstick you put on with zero expectation of you falling for his silly games

"you can try it, if you want."

fratboy yeonjun who is caught off guard when you sit next to him and shyly look at your lap, waiting for him to make the first move

fratboy yeonjun who kisses you with more gentleness than he knew possible, cupping your cheek and allowing you to test the waters

fratboy yeonjun who has your tummy heating with desire when he pulls you onto his lap, stroking your sides and murmuring sweet things in between kisses

fratboy yeonjun whose plans are completely thrown out the window when he finds himself falling for you

fratboy yeonjun who becomes the cliche, clingy boyfriend who can't go more than a few hours without seeing you

"does that feel good?" he asks, biting his lip at the sight of you below him. you shiver when his thumb brushes against you.

fratboy yeonjun who has far too much fun taking his sweet time when you so desperately need him

"tell me if it hurts, baby." he peppers kisses along your neck before slowly pushing inside. you both whimper at the feeling of him finally being inside, finally having you in a way no one ever has

fratboy yeonjun who unintentionally corrupts you after you find out just how good his head game is and can't think about anything else

fratboy yeonjun who is more than happy to eat you out anywhere, anytime, putting his sin-like lips to work all over your body

#yeonjun #tomorrow x together #txt #yeonjun smut #txt smut #choi yeonjun #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt yeonjun #txt scenarios #yeonjun x reader #txt fanfic #yeonjun imagines #txt fics #yeonjun fics #kpop imagines #txt drabbles #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #yeonjun fic #yeonjun scenarios

[rainbowhao]

nerd haechan

mature

nerd haechan who can't help but stare at you every lecture like a love-sick puppy

nerd haechan who is a stuttering mess when you approach him, asking to work together on the first project of the semester, because what do you mean he was on your radar?

nerd haechan who wears baggy clothes and hides his pretty face behind long bangs and chunky glasses

nerd haechan who sits on your bed only when you practically shove him backward, telling him to make himself comfortable

nerd haechan who fantasizes about what kind of things you do ontop these sheets, who nearly gets hard when your hand accidentally brushes his while showing him something

nerd haechan who rushes home to jack off, your scent somehow clinging to his shirt as he cums in his fisted hand and all over his thighs

nerd haechan who can't face you after what he's done—continues to do nearly every night—so he avoids you at all costs

nerd haechan who is caught off guard when you whisper something in his ear tucked away in the library, fingers lightly grazing his forearm

nerd haechan who groans when you kiss him with no hesitation, your lips hot and plush against his own like you're not in a public place

nerd haechan who allows your hand to slip beneath his waistband and grip his hardening cock, secretly stroking him under the table 

nerd haechan who can barely see out his glasses that have fogged from breathing heavy and he can't be bothered to wipe off

nerd haechan who is willing to do anything and everything you want, who is more than eager to please you even if inexperienced

nerd haechan who nearly goes to heaven the first time he tastes you when you invite him over to watch a movie one night

nerd haechan who cums in his pants when he eats you out and hides his face in the couch cushion because he's so embarrassed

nerd haechan who makes out with you in random bathrooms on campus, who finally begs to let him fuck you right then and there because he needs you so bad

a/n: i just reached 1k followers! thank you so much! my writing has changed a lot the past year (it's crazy to think that only a handful of months ago i didn't know how to write smut). i hope to put out content that people enjoy and continue to improve with every post.

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