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hyyukas · 4 months
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dom!yeonjun w a corruption kink <3
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warnings: bff!yeonjun, readers a virgin, readers gender is not mentioned, innocence/corrupting kink, masturbation, he's not rough but also not that gentle, maybe Jjuns a bit possessive, not proofread, this cld be better but wtv
thinking about bff!yeonjun who's known you since before you could talk. he knows everything about you, what your favourite food is, what genre of novels you like, what time you eat dinner . . . . . even the amount of people you've kissed :3 which just so happens to be none >.<
he's the person you ask about everything, despite being the same age he seems to know so much more than you ! he absolutely loves it, loves the way your eyes shine in curiosity whenever he explains something new to you, loves your enthusiast smile whenever he offers to show you how to do something.
you think it's just him being kind and a good best friend, but unknown to you your gentle touches and innocent gazes are just feeding his sick fantasies. he swears he has good intentions, but then he also can't deny the way his cock jumps when you ask about sex <3 . . .
it's when you ask him how to masturbate with a flushed face and a trembling voice that he finally snaps. he lays you down so gently, placing his hands on top of yours and teaching you how to tease yourself. bff!yeonjun who works you up by making you flick your nipples, by caressing your thighs and rubbing yourself over your underwear.
he whispers dirty words in your ear and makes you tease yourself until you're whining and begging with tears staining your flushed cheeks. and fuck he's so sure he comes in his boxers when you whisper out, "please jjun, need you so bad . . . need you inside of me" the way you stare up at him with your watery eyes is driving him insane.
a few minutes later you're splayed out on your back while Yeonjun is thrusting his fat cock into your tight hole, he tries his best to be gentle he swears :( you're squealing, moaning and making so much noise he has no choice but to shut you up with a hand over your drooling mouth >.<
"ffuuck angel, gotta be quiet hm ? love your cute little noises but I can't have anyone else hearing you, after all your sweet moans are only for me, hmm ?"
he loves it when you nod with tears, snot nd drool everywhere, your legs trembling as they rest on top of his shoulders. he loves it when you pull his fingers into your mouth unprompted and start sucking on them. and he adores when he finally makes you come.
yeonjun watches when your first ever orgasm washes over you. his cock only drills into you harder when he feels your walls clenching and pulling him in, he takes so much pride in the fact he can make you look so slutty <3 your eyes roll into the back of your head, and it's your first time so he can't scold you when the sounds you let out are practically screams !
you're so far gone you don't even realise yourself clinging to him, forcing his hips closer to yours with your heels so that when he comes it's so deep inside of you that he swears he sees stars :3
© hyyukas
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All His
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Scenario: just... having sex (established relationship)
Pairing: Yeonjun x female reader
Requested: no
Genre: smut and nothing but smut
Warnings: fingering, degradation, praise?, unprotected sex
Word Count: 600+
A/N: I don't have anything to say. But since content like this seems to work for y'all... here, have it~ (sorry?)
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"Oh look at you ruining my bed sheets. Does this feel good, yeah?" Yeonjun whispered teasingly, watching you drip heavily from his touch, coming undone with an arched back, your hands gripping tightly at the soft fabric covering his mattress. Your chest was rising and sinking quickly, dizziness from the lust and pleasure clouding your head.
He smirked down at you, more satisfied with every moan leaving your in ecstasy parted lips and every time your body squirmed and shook.
Yeonjun was positioned between your spread legs, kneeling and having the most amazing view like this. One of his hands had a firm grip on your inner thigh, forcing it to the side to ensure you weren't able to close your legs and to keep you in place while the fingers of his other hand skillfully slid in and out of you, coating himself with your wetness more and more and dragging them up to your clit, making circling motions and adding just the right amount of pressure to drive you over the edge for the second time now within just minutes.
His own member had been growing almost painfully hard from how aroused he got by your sight and the sounds he caused you to make. His eyes were dark and his voice low when he spoke to you. "Do you enjoy this, you little slut?"
Your body was shaking and the muscles of your legs spasmed uncontrollably when you clenched around his fingers pushing into you again. You barely managed to nod your head with your eyelids pressed shut, forcing the back of your head into the pillow even more now.
"Look at me", Yeonjun demanded calmly. "Look at what you're doing to me. Look at me when I fuck your brains out just like you deserve it!" And with the next move, you saw him withdrawing his digits from you only to instantly replace them with his throbbing cock. Grabbing at your hips now to hold you steady, he groaned at the feeling of you around him when he fucked you slowly, holding back most of his strength. He didn't want this to be some short fun. "You're so wet for me."
You moaned at the sensation, not able to catch a break in between the ways he pleased you so well. His dick felt so right inside of you, even better than his fingers, although he knew how to use them to get you off so easily. Your body would probably end up overstimulated again tonight.
Knowing that he wouldn't be able to last all that long after having seen you squirm and drip so much, turning him on endlessly, he soon picked up the pace. His thrusts becoming rougher. Harsher in speed and force. The grip on your hips strong when more moans and loving grunts left his throat. Yeonjun smacked your ass some more, knowing how you liked it and enjoying your reaction. Fucking you was pure bliss, especially when you were so wet and he could pound into you so hard.
He hissed when you pushed your butt against him more, making him meet you faster, matching his rhythm.
"You feel so good, baby." His voice began to sound hoarse and every thrust made you moan loudly from pleasure. He heard your breath hitch just like his own and couldn't help but grin to himself. You were all his.
With a few faster and rather uncontrolled, rough snaps of his hips, he fucked you deeply, cumming inside of you with a lustful groan, his lips agape and eyes closed briefly to immerse into the feeling entirely.
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stealanity · 4 months
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11:56 ꕤ choi yeonjun
warnings : suggestive
the air around you seemed much warmer since yeonjun had entered your room. what was supposed to be an ordinary evening with friends, had turned into a secret rendezvous in your bedroom, while the others played console games in the living room. the door had closed behind you, your back now pressed against it, while yeonjun's fingers ran innocently over the skin of your hips, your top pulled up to the bottom of your bra. his lips brushed yours, tempted to finally cross the line between friendship and love, and kiss you the way he'd always dreamed of but never dared to do. your fingers mingled with the black locks of yeonjun's hair, tugging gently as you kept your eyes riveted on his rosy lips, which seemed to be calling out to you. your breathing seemed jerky, as if all the temptation in the world was making you run out of air — until he nibbles your cheek playfully, urging you to pull a little tighter on his hair. « kiss me. » he sighed against your skin, placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. and perhaps the alcohol coursing through your veins causing you to tilt your head slightly to one side, grabbing yeonjun's tempting lips in barely a second. it was hot and passionate, rushed but addictive — until he nibbles your lip to slide his tongue warmly against yours, fighting with you to dominate the kiss. while your mouths led a wild, passionate, and hot dance, his hands slipped under your thighs to lift you off the ground, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist. and he kissed you, again and again, with more and more desire and love.
reblogs & feedbacks are highly appreciated !
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yeonyeonyeonjun · 6 months
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Serendipity
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader
word count: 505
synopsis: You were stood up by your date, when a mysterious man came to take his place.
warning: bickering, and I think that is all? let me know if I have missed something :)
a/n: I'm back? kinda. just wanted to try getting back to writing, but let's see how this goes. this is kinda a series? or just a collection of written works until I get bored? pls don't expect frequent updates, I swear I'm bad at all of this 😭 anyway, I hope you guys like this :)) pls feel free to give feedback <3
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At this point, you wondered why you had decided to show up in the first place. You should have dumped him the last time he said he would change. But now here you were, munching on some bread, annoyed and potentially planning his murder. As you munched, you sadly, very SADLY made eye contact with the old couple sitting diagonally to you. They shot you a sad look as you smiled back awkwardly.
As your gaze made its way around the room, you realized, everyone was taking sneaky glances at you. You were so going to murder him. Just as you were about to give up and head home, someone sat across from you, sighing loudly.
“So sorry babe, the traffic was preposterous.” The mystery man said.
“Preposterous? You literally called traffic that?” You replied, not surprised by the choice of words.
“Hey, I’m trying to help you here, and you’re insulting me?!” The man continues.
“Um, well thank you-”
“Yeonjun.” He smiles.
“Yeonjun.” You smiled back.
“So, before this gets awkward and we just start to gawk at each other, why don’t you tell me something about this idiot being who stood you up?” He continues.
“Well, his name is Leo. He was supposed to show up about, let's say an hour ago?” You draw.
“Be honest, how long have you been waiting?”
“An hour and a half?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” You sigh.
“I’m surprised you haven’t thrown your glass of water at me.”
“I know, I should cause a scene. But that old couple sitting diagonally to us have been giving me pitied looks, and they’re looking at us now. So I’m kind of afraid that they might just get a heart attack if I do something this bold.” This makes the boy laugh.
Your eyes widen at the sound. You have encountered your fair share of attractive men, but this man, is something different. Even his laugh is something different. Maybe. Just maybe you are onto something with this date.
“Why did you decide to help me?” You ask, making Yeonjun tilt his head at you in response.
“What do you mean? I saw a pretty girl waiting for some douche and thought why not take a chance and treat you the way you should be treated? Nicely.” He asked.
“Sounds a little cocky to me.” You challenge.
“Agreed. Let’s just get to know each other as friends first. I am sure you will fall for my charms soon enough.” He smirks and shoots you a wink.
“Are you guys ready to order?” The waitress asks, and finally, you get to have food.
The entire night went by with you and Yeonjun conversing over something or the other. By the end, you were a little sad to be saying goodbye.
"Before you leave, I just want to say thank you. For everything." You say with a smile.
"I only accept thank yous in exchange for phone numbers." He says with a smile.
"Well, here you go then." You say, smiling back.
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Part one done?
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agustdiv1ne · 1 year
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Congrats on your 2k milestone!! 💙💙
Can I request #940304/smut/Yeonjun
thank youuu ♡♡♡
wc: 967 (i may have gotten carried away,,,)
warnings: 18+, prince!yeonjun, servant!reader, forbidden romance type beat, mirror sex, unprotected sex (do not do this), more dom!yeonjun bc i said so !
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“my prince, we can’t. not now,” you whisper as you squirm in your lover’s arms. his nimble fingers come up to gently squeeze the column of your throat. a whimper tumbles from your lips in response.
“i thought we were past the whole ‘my prince’ thing, love. say my name, and perhaps i’ll listen,” he growls from behind you, his free hand moving to pull your back closer to his front. “you know how to be good.”
“y-yeonjun,” you breathe, and he groans at the pretty sound. “i must get back to work, else your parents may very well let me go.”
he teeth bare a grin against your neck. “you know that they wouldn’t, darling. you’re their favorite.” and he’s correct; the queen personally calls upon you more than her own appointed servants, and even gifts you tiny trinkets every so often. the king, by extension of his wife, remains pleasant to you.
“i thought you would listen if i obeyed you,” you mutter. “liar.”
“i said perhaps, pretty. you must understand the difference,” he chuckles as he begins to unlace your bodice, stripping you slowly of your modest servant attire. when your dress slips from your shoulders and crumples in a pile on the floor beneath, you are all but bare to yeonjun’s hungry gaze. one his hands cups your breast, his thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple sending tiny shocks of pleasure throughout your body. he suddenly nudges you onto the bed in front of you — his bed — lush and comfortable with the finest fabrics one could purchase. the silken sheets smooth over your bare skin as he manipulates your body so that your front presses against the mattress, your back arched prettily behind you. he adjusts himself so that he rests on his knees behind you, his hands coming to grip the supple flesh of your ass.
“so pretty,” he mutters as his fingers trail down to your exposed entrance. “you’re so wet for me already, love. are you sure you would prefer to return to work?”
you push back against his fingers silently, searching for any semblance of pleasure that you could receive. your duties have been tucked into a small corner of your brain; for now, all that you can think of is the man whose fingers are currently sinking into your wanting entrance.
“please,” is all you can manage to whimper as his fingers finally fill you to the knuckle, your face burying deeper into the sheets to muffle your moans. he tuts at this as he removes his fingers, a whine of despair sounding from your throat before morphing into moan when he grips your hair.
“look up,” he orders, and you follow his words immediately, only to be met with your reflection staring back at you, your hazy eyes drooping with want. the mist floating in your brain clears at the realization. since when did he have a mirror in front of his bed?
“i had it installed earlier today,” he explains, as if reading your mind, while a hand squeezes your waist. “i truly hope you enjoy my gift, princess. i requested it with you in mind.”
“thank you, but why?” you gasp as he removes his flowing white shirt, exposing his toned abdomen to you through the mirror. as he unbuttons his slacks, a wolfish grin overtakes his features.
“because i want you to be able to watch me fuck you until you cannot speak,” he growls, causing a shiver to run down your spine. soon enough, you feel his cock resting at your entrance, the head slightly pushing in before the sensation disappears.
“don’t tease, please,” you whisper as you stare directly into his reflection’s eyes. his breath shudders at your wanton state, finally giving in with a swift forward shift of his hips. immediately, your face buries into the mattress to muffle your unbearably loud moan. his movements cease before he settles his grip in your hair once more. your scalp screams in pain as he pulls your head up to face the mirror.
“eyes. on. me,” he asserts in a dangerous tone, one that has you clenching around him. his jaw ticks at the sensation. “or else i will leave you a needy little mess for the rest of the day. understand?”
“yes. please, just please fuck me — o-oh.” your begging is cut short as his the motion of his hips returns, his cock gliding against your walls in a way that has you seeing stars. his eyes never leave your face as his hand retracts from your hair, finding purchase on your hips. he drinks in the sight of your eyes rolling back as you try your best to focus on the man who is bringing you such delicious pleasure. whimpers and moans unabashedly fall from your lips into the heady air of the prince’s bedroom.
“so fucking good for me, darling,” he grunts as his thrust grow sloppier, his fingers beginning to circle your weeping bud. your fingers grip the expensive sheets below you as your vision drifts in and out of focus. “cum for me darling, cum on my cock like a good girl.”
it doesn’t take much longer for your body to obey your lover’s commands. you squeal out his name as your high crashes into you like a tsunami, your entire body quaking as you watch yeonjun throw his head back in pure pleasure. he cums moments later, his warm seed painting your walls before his entire body weight is collapsing on top of you. both of you pant, no words exchanged, as you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms.
“that was amazing,” he murmurs. “you’re unbelievable.”
“that was quite the gift,” you giggle tiredly. “but, really, you must get off of me. i can’t breathe.”
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yrhome · 10 months
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3 : 45 PM ; [ miniseries ( masterlist ) ]  ; first kisses w/ choi yeonjun  ( 1 .) (c. yj x gn! reader) ; ( 2 .) reblogs & comments are very appreciated <3
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to say yeonjun was nervous was an understatement, he’s always been like this. he’s confident right up until the last moment and then it all unravels, his suave demeanour melting away to reveal the soft feelings he had tangled up inside him.
“can i kiss you?” your voice barely reached a whisper, you sounded just as shy as he felt inside. he felt a smile bloom upon his lips thinking about that. he's never felt love like this before. it all felt so overwhelmingly perfect, he didn’t know what to do with himself. 
he shuffled closer to you, feeling your hand shake a little under his grasp as the cool air that slipped through his window tickled your neck. “is this okay?” he whispered to which you nodded, your breath grazed his skin, he felt his cheeks burn with the intimacy of it all, but before he could get lost in his own thoughts any longer you pressed your lips to his, he savoured it for a while, losing himself in the feeling on your warm body next to his own... and for some reason after you pulled away he felt all the worries he’d felt leading to that point melt away. 
yeonjun wasn't sure about a lot of things in his life, hell that was okay! he was barely into his 20s and he still had a lot of things to work out but at that moment if there was one thing he was sure about, it was the fact he wanted to have you by his side tomorrow, and for every other tomorrow which followed that. just him and you together, there's not much more he'd ever want.
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mgnifiqueyoo · 7 months
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— "better than him."
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requested by: anon [💙] pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader song recommendation: everyone who falls in love – has someone else they’re thinking of (cian ducrot) lowercase is intended…
— short a/n: i've written a few txt stuff here so it really feels nostalgic to write about yeonjun! (thank you to the person who requested this,, i really loved writing this djnddjknd). in short, this oneshot absolutely got me kicking my feet. it has enemies/rivals to lovers themes and also a bit of angst (a few cursing too)! no nsfw themes as well so don't worry! ^^
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“... ugh, you're here already?”
you had just stepped into the practice room, earphones plugged in yet you could still hear his voice as if it pierced through your ears… so annoyingly. “yeah? because i'm an actual responsible contestant, what about you?” it felt like all the nerves in your head were pulled upwards as you didn't even hesitate to snap back at him, which he also seemed to expect.
the first conversation you two have for today is already a mess, isn't that wonderful?
“because i'm an actual responsible contestant- blah, blah, blah… you're all talk,” he spat back with a sly smirk on his face, which you noticed without even looking twice. “besides, i bet you're just doing that to impress coach youngjun.”
“so what? it's not like i'm committing a crime or something.”
“that's understandable.”
yeonjun backed down, which you found was surprising, especially how quick it took him this time. usually, it'd take him days before taking your opinions into consideration. ‘i guess this is what happens when you're stuck with me for more than a week now,’ you thought to yourself, chuckling afterwards.
on the other hand, your supposed dance partner was making a face. in the simplest words, he heard the way you chuckled and he didn't like it. “just because i'm putting up with you, that doesn't mean you get to be all,” he paused for a bit, pointing his fingers sharply at the small smile that formed within your glossed, hot pink lips. “... smiley.” he stared at you with squinted eyes as you did the same in return. 
“oh? but i actually don't care so there's that.” your shoulders rose up in a snappish, almost unbothered manner that it made him grimace. — and oh, this is how it is to be around an equal… in an academy filled with such rivalry. isn't it a pleasant feeling? most of the time, it wasn't.
but now, you knew you can just deal with the personal feelings later on. yeonjun's not so bad to spend time with; if you think about it, he's not even close to the worst students of the academy.
it's better to be told these things face to face rather than not knowing who your real enemy is. “did you already stretch before i got here?” you changed the topic, focusing on the purpose of being stuck in this room with him as he nodded condescendingly, his eyes twitching with every second – how lovely? not.
“alright, then. give me ten minutes to prep,” you said, tying your hair up in a high ponytail that wasn't really neatly kept. but you didn't care anyway. it's just practice, not the competition itself. 
yeonjun, on the other hand, was just watching you closely, leaning his back against the wall with a look of either disapproval or curiosity. — either way, it didn't matter to you.
“... what?”
“just watching you feels like a hate crime to me.”
at first, you couldn't really care less about what he thought of you literally stretching. just like what he said earlier, you're “all talk” but in reality, he's the one who talks a lot. you never even said a word when you walked into the room; you barely even noticed he was there.
but even though you knew that he's contradicting himself, you actually had no idea why he did.
 “alright! good morning, you two.” a voice greeted from the now opened door, followed by a few claps. coach youngjun finally entered the room and broke the silence alongside the pianist, who immediately made her way to the keyboard at the corner to play one of the most well-known compositions with another musician who sat next to the bass drum next to him, ready to intensify the supposed solemn piece.
“good morning, mr. choi.” you both bowed down, greeting him back with respect as if the two of you weren't even bickering at first. and as soon as the coach had looked away, yeonjun already shared a fair glance at you – which seemed more like a warning rather than good luck. 
but that look of his quickly vanished when the coach had his eyes on you both once more. “so? should we start?” mr. choi clasped his hands together with a small smile on his face as both of you gave him a single nod in unison; it's like the two of you were actually getting along even though the truth is so far from that. “then, i guess you two should show me what you got so far.”
without thinking at least twice, you and yeonjun were at the center of the dance floor. you were now forgetting everything about yourself, taking in deep breaths as the music played; to you, it felt as if you've put aside all the things you thought about yeonjun – he's meant to be the apple of your eye by now, which is a little difficult to take in but that golden medal is what you're looking forward to.
being one of the best dancers the academy has, every single opportunity pushes you to reach what you want to be. you strive to be better. you have to be better no matter how big or small the stage could be.
because after all, that's what you wanted.
“you're going a little faster, y/n! slow down!” the coach sounded irritated as you widened your eyes mid-performance, trying to force more grace into every move you made despite the drum’s beats becoming louder with every second. — it didn't necessarily mean that you looked awful but interpreting the character was important; you seemed more like odile rather than odette. 
and to youngjun, that was quite uncomfortable to watch.
“yeonjun, you're stiff! move like you're in love with her!” the comments that pointed out all imperfections only stopped when the music did as well. 
you didn't want those words to get in your head… but you're slowly losing it.
“... that was underwhelming,” youngjun stated, his brows knitted in the way like he's trying his best to understand what just happened in that run. it was eight o'clock in the morning and god, he couldn't believe how mediocre that performance was. “i expected better actually… what was that? why did you two… look so tense? it just doesn't make sense.”
you weren't the only one that faced such high standards and you could just feel how yeonjun felt so upset about the coach's disappointment. “both of you were supposed to resemble lovers– lovers, you hear me? and what i just saw are like children learning how to dance for the first time. it's unpleasant, yeonjun. we can't show up next month like this.”
“well, she's a messy dancer. it'd probably take a while before we fix this.” that was your last straw, causing you to clear your throat to get his attention.
“me? a messy dancer? excuse me but maybe if you weren't so dense, then we would've presented a better performance.” you fought back, not letting him talk badly about you in front of the coach. in return, he chuckled, shaking his head. “really? i'm the one with the problem here? oh, just shut it, y/n. you don't even know what control is-”
“that's enough!”
you and your horrible dance partner turned your heads towards the coach once again, slowly realizing how stupid that petty argument was. “i'm going to leave you both alone and when i come back, this better be fixed or we're not pushing through.”
that last part was enough for the two of you to take this seriously as he left the room first, the pianist later following his footsteps as she made sure not to turn the situation worse by saying anything. the drummer, on the other hand, was aloof to it, minding his own business as he left the room, shutting the door closed.
“good fucking job, choi yeonjun.”
“as if you didn’t say shit about me either.”
you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you maintained distance from him. this was the most stupid thing you’ve ever participated in. — no, not the competition, of course but definitely the fact that you retaliated over yeonjun’s comments. well, to be fair, it wasn’t just you who messed up the first run! what you said back was just the truth.
but that also didn’t mean that you didn’t take part in making the performance weirdly underwhelming. “you know, you should try to shut your mouth sometimes, y/n. it’d save you air, just saying.”
“how about you fucking try that yourself? i wouldn’t say anything back if you stopped talking for once,” you interrupted him. like what the coach yelled earlier, this was enough. you’ve had enough. “you think this is just a game to you? it isn’t. so why aren’t you taking this seriously as much as i do?”
yeonjun stood there for a bit, not a single word leaving his mouth at all as he had his gaze at you and only you. “... you don’t think i’m taking this seriously?”
“well, maybe i would if you weren’t being such a bitch!” you can’t help but scream at his face, letting out a low growl after as you walked away, scratching the top of your head with both hands. as much as you thought you were handling this well, you were actually just dragging yourself down. — this was so out of control that it reminded you of something that was left in the past.
“you’re just like him.”
“... like who now?”
you let out a chuckle once more, turning around to look at him in the eye. “remember jihoon park? the one who left me in the bus during last year’s competition? yeah, you’re not too far from him.” when you told him those words, fire ignited in his eyes as he was barely a step away from protesting. 
yeonjun couldn’t accept it.
he was sure he was nothing like him.
absolutely nothing.
“you think i'm just like him? you think i can be someone so careless? for the record, i care about this performance as well!” yeonjun was furious. he couldn't stand thinking about how you thought of him; close to that infamous dance partner who was once called an ace. “so, tell me! how am i even close to that asshole?”
you let out another chuckle, one that's deeper this time as you shook your head. “you wouldn't get it even if i explained it to you,” you answered sharply, getting closer to his face with a smug look. “so don't bother learning about it, okay?”
“oh, now, you're not telling me… how convenient,” he was letting his sarcasm roll off his tongue like it was natural. but deep inside his head, he wanted to know. he needed to know what it was that made him so similar to jihoon park; your beloved ex-boyfriend. — so that he could change it. “... if you want this to be fixed, then i need to know at least the tip of the iceberg.”
“why do you care?” to yeonjun, it seemed as if you were angry at him. yet in reality, you were just so confused. why did he care about this so much? when did he start caring about this thing between you both so much? after all, you thought it was some game to him.
“why do i care? well, give me a reason why i shouldn't,” he taunted, sounding as “mad” as you did even though that was so far from the truth and you had nothing. for the first time, you had nothing against what yeonjun asked for. “and if you can't give me at least one, then i don't see the problem in caring about you.”
you held your palms up loosely, later putting them down as you shook your head once again. “no… let's not talk about it.”
“what?”
“i don't want to talk about it!”
and yeonjun laughed, not because he thought it was funny but more likely because he found it unbelievable that someone as bold as you are would avoid to talk about some ungrateful boy. “... why did you let him do that?” he questioned, still finding it so surreal that jihoon had made you feel so worthless when he left you in that bus, ashamed of yourself. “actually, i have a better question, why him? you know you deserve better, right?- god, you’re freaking me out.”
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. it’s not totally something that was unexpected but you never saw this conversation coming. — he cared and he never denied that he still does. 
“really? after all the things i told you, you still think i deserve someone better than him? are you out of your mind?” you tried thinking of it as some joke but after looking into yeonjun’s eyes, you just couldn’t. in fact, you shouldn’t even. it was no joke. there was no punchline!
“of course, i do… you wouldn’t be such an irritating dance partner if he hadn’t treated you like such an embarrassment,” yeonjun admitted, walking towards the space beside you as the two of you were now leaning against the same wall, standing next to each other. “no one deserves to be left behind because he felt like you weren’t enough.”
“so, you knew about what he told me?”
“oh? everyone did. they talked about it all the time.”
it took you a moment before you nodded in response, completely startled by how these things just showed up now. — and somehow, in the end, yeonjun was the only one who told you the truth that you needed to hear from at least one of your closest friends, who happened to be rivals now. 
but that’s what hybe academy’s all about, right? rivalry. survival of the fittest. everything around you must be considered competition.
there are no friends.
just foes.
the dancer takes your hand in his, leading you to the center of the room as you tilt your head to the side, surprised. “come on? let’s go back to square one.”
“... this quickly?” you felt your shoulders rise up as he let go of your hand, positioning himself with a better posture, making himself ready for another round. 
“you wanna prove mr. choi wrong? let’s start dancing then, odette.”
you took a few seconds before you decided that it’s best to become the white, pure swan. after that poor performance earlier, yeonjun knew the exact words to convince you into dancing with him yet again. “... 5… 6… 7… 8.” he counted as the young, skillful dancer in him disappeared, fading away to the prince, whom odette loved with all her heart. 
there was nothing but love in those eyes that it made you wonder if you none of it was at least real. 
you made your way towards him, elegance lining your every step as if air had taken control of your “weightless” body; feather-like in other words. you kept your chin up, giving him a slight nod as your fingertips touched his wrist as well as his shoulder, causing him to give you a smile – which wasn’t in the choreography. 
“what are you doing?”
“you’re perfect.”
those words, despite being encouraging, also turned distracting for you as you twirled into the dancefloor with him, a lost and stiff stare being visible, especially with all these mirrors around the two of you. “watch your tempo,” yeonjun still found the chance to remind you about the things you must remember. “you’re doing awesome. keep it up!” 
the music in your minds soon fell silent as both of you looked straight into the mirror, hand in hand before bowing down to the imaginary audience. or was it all imaginary? because now, it seemed that you were also the audience of such a beautiful, quiet yet emotional performance.
not even the emptiest dancefloor could make it as cold and empty as it was earlier.
“i wasn’t lying earlier.” you didn’t know what he meant, causing you to look back at him, squinting your eyes in confusion. “lying about what? that i’m a messy dancer?” after such a petty fight, you finally found it comfortable to joke around with him as he laughed back, shaking his head while his eyes were still on himself in the mirror.
but then, those same eyes laid on your reflection, his plump lips slowly curling into a tiny, almost unseen smile. “no… no, it’s not that.”
“then, what is it?”
he turned his head to look at you, his smile becoming more noticeable as his eyes twinkled under the bright lights on the ceiling. “... you.”
“... well, what about me?”
for a quick second, he took a deep breath, his smile disappearing for a while but he didn’t seem to be upset about something you’d never know. instead, he came closer to you, standing next to you with your shoulders brushing against each other. his pinky finger grazes over yours, slowly wrapping it around as if he’s about to swear a promise for you. “... you’re perfect.”
words like that were new to you as you gasped silently, facing him with disbelief in your eyes.
“you’re not doing enough.”
“i don’t know why i’m doing this with you. all you think about is yourself.”
“forget the contest. fuck you, y/n.”
jihoon’s words were engraved in your mind, always coming back when someone tells you the nicest things you’ve never heard from him. all you ever wanted from him were words of encouragement but all he did was crush you. — and it ended with that last sentence, completely leaving you behind as you arrived to the venue with no one next to you.
shame was in your veins. until now, it was still there; pumping through the stream of blood, like poision had entered every part of you.
“what?” you uttered, uncertain of what yeonjun meant when he told you those two words, causing him to finally take your entire wrist in his grip, pulling you close to him as his other hand traced the side of your face with his knuckles softly. 
“kiss me,” he said, his voice trembling, equally as nervous as you were. but the difference? he couldn’t hold back the truth he avoided to face for so long. “stop thinking about jihoon and kiss me.” the tone of yeonjun’s voice danced around the tightrope that’d lead to either furiousness and frustration.
but then, you brought your palms to both sides of his face, your lips getting lost to his own as you reached the point where you realized… that you really did deserve better.
and maybe both of you had a rough start; all because of the denial that the past caused. 
in the back of your head, you wondered how could this take place; how could you kiss him just after such an argument? how could you bring your lips against his after that embarrassing, childish bickering in front of the coach? — if it weren’t for denial, you would’ve done this earlier than you could ever imagine.
something about his so-called hatred already came off as some denied admiration.
after all, who wouldn’t want to hold you like this?
moments after, he pulled away from the deepening kiss, remembering that practice was supposed to be the number one priority, not this… yet it was too good to let go, wasn’t it? 
he stared at you for a minute that felt like hours of silence for you as your heart raced just by thinking about the possibilities of what could’ve been going on inside his head. — was this mistake? did he think that this was a mistake? you didn’t know. you had no clue. and of course, that wave of shame was starting to wash over the weak shore inside your head.
“i’m staring to think that kissing you after the performance would be a good idea,” yeonjun cracked a joke, making you smile as you shook your head at him, finding him silly over it. “... but seriously! it would be a win-win situation if we won, which is expected, and i get to do what every guy at school would sell their souls for.”
“you’re crazy, do you want us to get eliminated? that’s foul play, yeonjun.”
“well? do you not want to kiss me?”
“... actually, you just changed my mind about that.”
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biaswreckingfics · 1 year
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Yeonjun + Angst -here you go 🥴🥴-
(They warned me about you. I should have listened. + You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me. I almost fell for it.)
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The walk down the hall to Yeonjun's apartment is filled with nerves and reluctance. You know that the odds of finding something that's going to break you inside are exponentially high, but it's better to know the truth than be ignorant, right? At least, that's what you keep telling yourself as you put one foot in front of the other.
The moment your best friend texted you saying she saw your boyfriend taking another girl home, you thought she was insane. Once she sent a picture of the two of them, you allowed yourself a mini breakdown before you pulled yourself together. There'll be time to lose yourself later. Right now, you need the truth, so you march directly to his door.
Already having the key he gave you in hand, you open the door and don't have to look too hard for the treachery. There, in the open view of the doorway, stands Yeonjun and some girl making out. His hands pull her close as her hands thread through his hair. The scoff you make has them pulling away from each other. When Yeonjun spots you, his eyes widen in panic.
Every negative thing you've ever heard about him at the beginning of your relationship comes slamming back to you. Your friends warning you about his reputation and telling you over and over how they think you're making a mistake. His friends making subtle comments about his actions and thoughts. Yet, you still thought you knew better, and after a year together, you thought you were the difference. Everyone thought you got Yeonjun to settle down.
Clearly, you all thought wrong.
"Babe, I can explain," Yeonjun starts.
You arch a brow in response. "That's gonna be one hell of an explanation, isn't it?"
Yeonjun looks at a loss for words. You're unsure if he expected hysterics from you or for you to scream and throw things at him. All you feel is numb, though. He has his reputation for a reason, and you were a fool to ignore it.
"You know… they warned me about you," you tell him, letting your eyes trail down his body and then back up. "I should have listened."
"Babe," he starts toward you with that stupid pet name. "Let me explain."
You put a hand up, gesturing for him to stop coming closer to you. Glancing behind him, you see the girl watching both of you anxiously. Her lipstick is smeared and you let out a soft laugh, not believing that you're in this situation right now.
Your eyes flash back to Yeonjun and you allow him to see the pain you're feeling. The pain and the anger that he wasted an entire year of your life. "You did a wonderful job convincing people that you love me. I almost fell for it."
"I do love you," his voice breaks once he realizes there's no getting out of this.
"Then keep your love, because I certainly don't want it if this is what it feels like."
His gaze begs you to give him a chance. When you send another glance to the girl behind him, he closes his eyes in surrender.
"I made a mistake. A stupid, terrible mistake," he opens his eyes and pierces you with his stare, "but I'll never do it again. I promise you."
Nodding, you respond, "Good. I hope your next girlfriend is treated with the respect that I deserved."
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moonlighthoon · 1 year
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Exorcism
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Pairing: Choi Yeonjun x gn! Reader
Song Inspiration: Exorcism- Clairity
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of death, continuous changing between 2nd pov (you) and 3rd pov (him)
I do not consent to the translation, publication on other platforms, editing, or use of my writing for purposes other than personal reading!!!
The following story is a work of fiction that in no way is meant to represent the idol's actual behavior, and it is written purely for entertainment purposes.
Word Count: 2,061
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New to living alone, you were nervous about having so much space to yourself. At one point, it wasn't just you and your dog, and you missed those days- until strange things started happening around your home.
It started with small, simple things, like the television suddenly turning on by itself. You'd stop whatever you were doing to turn it off, thinking it might've been a short circuit or a bad connection- something of the sort. However, when it kept happening for a few days, you grew confused and slightly scared. It wasn't the fact that the TV would go on and off -no- it was that it would keep switching channels until the movie you used to watch with him over and over again was playing.
For a second, you considered it might've been a ghost, but that didn't last long since you thought it was ridiculous. But then again, it used to be you and your boyfriend who lived here.
See, you had always believed in the supernatural, but people brushed it off, saying you had an active imagination. Except for Yeonjun. He never dismissed any of your thoughts; he'd always supported you on everything. It was one of the many things you loved about him. But now that he was gone, you missed it.
You remember that day so vividly; it felt like you were back at the scene whenever you thought of it. A year ago, you had received a call from the hospital claiming your boyfriend had been in an accident, but by the time you made it to the establishment, it was too late. It took a toll on you, realizing that the person you loved most would no longer be by your side.
At one point after a few days, you started believing that those small things: like the lamp on his bedside table turning on and off, his toothbrush changing places constantly, and your dog barking at Yeonjun's spot on the couch, were signs of his presence.
You thought you were starting to go mad; it just seemed nearly impossible for the ghost of your dead boyfriend to be roaming around your home. However, there seemed to be no other explanation for the occurrences.
You sat on the couch with a warm cup of tea clutched between your hands as you thought. Closing your eyes and trying to feel anything around you, or more specifically, looking for his presence. In your head, you kept begging for a sign, anything that would confirm that he was there, then letting out a wry chuckle when you realized it was ridiculous.
Then the room grew cold upon the sound of your phone ringing. You opened your eyes carefully, placing the mug on the coaster on the table before going to your room to pick up your phone. You didn’t think much of it, not bothering to check the caller ID, but when you heard nothing but static on the other side, you were confused.
Pulling the phone away from your ear to check the ID nearly gave you a heart attack when you saw the name displayed on your screen. You dropped the phone as you let out a gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth in shock. This can not be real, you kept telling yourself.
Your breathing was ragged, and your entire body was shaking, but you mustered enough courage to kneel down and pick up your phone.
With shaky hands, you brought it back to your ear and called out his name. There was a strange hum coming from the other end, but no words. You repeated his name a few times as you went to his bedside table to look for his phone. Still no response, but then again, what did you expect from a dead man? What you did find, though, was his phone in the top drawer, and its screen displayed the call you were currently on. By this point, you were already sobbing, but seeing that only confirmed that your boyfriend's spirit was still lingering in your home.
As the days went on, you got used to the new things happening in your house: your dog sitting on the couch in Yeonjun's spot and whimpering, the notes written on the bathroom mirror that were revealed by fog, the coffee maker suddenly starting up a brew of black coffee. Everything would've freaked anyone out, but you had grown used to it. It was like you had gone back to the way things were before- except he wasn't physically there.
Everything was fine, almost perfect- until you decided to go out with some friends. You felt a grip on your arm when you tried leaving your home- as if he was clutching onto you. Looking back to see that nothing was there, you thought maybe you were just jittery because you hadn't left your home in a while. But as you took a few steps, the grip on your arm felt even stronger, not painful, just enough to make you realize that the feeling was prominent.
"Yeonjun, can you please let go?" You whisper, staring down at the floor. You felt a gust of wind next to you, and you saw how the mirror on the wall shook lightly, then it stopped. With a sigh, you walked up to it and let out a breath onto the glass, revealing his message. "Don't go," You read out loud.
"Why not?" You ask, looking in the direction you felt he stood. The mirror shook again, and you waited for it to stop before revealing his words again. "Please," You read, confused. "Is something wrong?" You ask and feel a tug on your arm. He was trying to pull you away from the door.
Deciding to trust him, you close the door, then text your friends to cancel by telling them you felt sick. It was strange really, how you were blindly trusting a spirit that may or may not be your dead boyfriend, but you didn’t care.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, holding onto the sink as you started at your reflection, trying to catch even a glimpse of him, but all you could see was yourself. You all dolled up when truly you didn't even want to be.
You hadn't worn anything other than sweats for over a year, and you'd become comfortable in them. Before you met Yeonjun, your wardrobe had been limited only to comfortable clothing items consisting of hoodies and pants. He taught you how to create outfits you felt comfortable in and looked great on you. You expanded your taste in clothing for him. Now, when you wore those clothes, it felt wrong because he wasn't even there anymore.
That same gush of wind was felt, so you leaned towards the mirror thinking he might've left another message for you. "You're beautiful." You teared up as you read it, laughing pitifully at yourself for feeling butterflies at this. Then you kept thinking to yourself that maybe you were just going insane, that he wasn't actually there, and this was just your mind and heart playing games because of how much you missed him. That's when the tears started rolling down your cheeks, mascara staining your skin and making you look messier than you felt.
You flinched when you felt warmth surround you, freezing at the sensation of being held by something- or rather, someone. It was a debate you kept having with yourself.
Is he really here? Is he gone? Maybe I’m crazy? But what if I’m not?
You walked away feeling frustrated by the situation, laying on your bed and cuddling your sleeping dog as quiet whimpers left your lips. It's been over a year, why show up now? Why make me feel like this when I finally started getting over you? With your thoughts racing in your head and choking back sobs, you fell asleep.
Yeonjun watched your figure as you slept. He felt horrible about everything, and more than anything, he wanted to be there with you. But for obvious reasons, he couldn’t. So he laid next to you, stroking your dog’s fur as he observed you until the sun rose and you woke up.
That day you decided you had enough of it all and did everything possible to free yourself of his spirit. It would be painful to let go of him, you knew it, but it had to be done. It was just too much for you.
That being said, you didn’t want to hurt him, so maybe performing an exorcism of sorts wasn’t your best option. You read online that sage helps get rid of spirits at home, luckily, you had some, so you started burning it, walking around the house to spread the smoke. Your eyes were glossed over by the thought of Yeonjun being completely gone now, but this was necessary for you to move on.
And you did. It took a few years, but you finally moved on.
What you weren't aware of, was that the sage hadn't worked, and he was still there. He had simply chosen to not make himself known because he realized how much pain he was causing you. It hurt him too, watching how you took everything that reminded you of him and put it in a box in storage, but he understood your reasons.
After having cleansed your home, you took some time for yourself to make new memories. Your friends were glad that you were finally out of your cave, but -unbeknownst to you- Yeonjun missed you. He witnessed how you held gatherings in your home, looking happy with your friends. He witnessed how one night you brought home a guy; and how after that, he became a recurring visitor. He witnessed how you fell in love with someone else.
Yeonjun felt jealous of course, but what could he do? He was dead while you were alive and trying to move along in life happily, so he couldn’t bring himself to even try to stop what was blooming between you and that guy.
Almost every day, he found himself curled up in a ball, sobbing in a corner because he wanted to stop you, but he knew he shouldn't.
Today was no exception. Yeonjun was on the couch crying his heart out for the nth time while you were preparing to leave this place and start a new life with another. He lifted his head and watched you gather the last of your things.
Thinking this would probably be the last moment he shared with you, he did his very best to gain your attention.
A small potted plant that sat on the window fell over onto the floor, breaking apart and spreading dirt everywhere. You sighed in annoyance and disappointment as you walked up to it, thinking it was strange for it to have fallen when there was barely any wind. Then, there was a strong, sudden draft of air that ran through the place causing goosebumps on your skin. It felt different though -familiar- but you brushed it off assuming it was because of the open window.
You stood up from the ground, going to close the window, and you could’ve sworn you felt someone brush against you. Looking around, you confirmed that you were indeed alone in the room, so you swallowed thickly and pushed away any thoughts that made you hesitate about what you felt.
Feeling frustrated at his failed attempts, Yeonjun rushed to the window and began playing with the curtains frantically. Then, he wrote down the three words he needed to tell you at least one more time.
As you began to walk away, the curtains moving caught your eye, and hesitantly, you went towards the window. It was strange since any source of wind had been blocked out. A thought crossed your mind, but you thought it wasn't possible. But then again, it couldn't hurt to check, right?
You let out a breath against the glass, and a tear rolled down your cheek as you read the message.
Part of you felt happy that he was still there, but the other was now sad and angry that you'd be leaving him. So, with a heavy heart and a half-smile, you wrote your own message below his words.
"I love you too."
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beomblues · 2 years
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choi yeonjun x reader — [00:32 am] | 0.5k g: fluff, best friend au, high school au | w: mild language, food mentions
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“Don’t forget the soda.”
Yeonjun’s obnoxiously loud whisper cut through your trance, causing you to blink and realize you were still deciding which brand of chips to get. You pick up a random one so he doesn’t realize you had spaced out, throwing it in the cart. The crinkly sound makes you cringe a little since it was pretty loud in comparision to the silence that presently reigned over the empty grocery store.
“We’ll get upset stomachs,” you grumble, looking at the junk food that was already inside it. Eggo waffles, cinnamon toast crush cereal, chocolate easter eggs that were on sale since the store wanted to get rid of them as quickly as possible. Adding the chips to the mix, you can almost feel the inevitable sick day you’re going to experience soon.
“It was your idea to do this,” he reminds you, taking two cup noodles down from the shelves and throwing them in, before shooting you a sheepish grin. “Running low at home on these things.”
Your best friend is amusing, you know this. You’ve been stuck with him since your sophmore year of high school, and there wasn’t a person you would rather go with you at ungodly times to a twenty-four hour grocery store. You weren’t getting any sleep, and he had been bored. Match made in heaven in your opinion.
“Soda after whatever sugary pastry you’re going to get for us was not my idea,” you correct, picking out the cardboard-boxed cheesecake he had taken from the store freezer to purchase. “You know the strawberries in this are going to taste like shit, right?”
“That’s the beauty in it, Y/n,” there’s a twinkle in his eyes, one you knew all too well and had come to grow fond of. “The fact that it’s so shitty is what makes it fun.”
“No wonder you’re a hoot,” you snicker and he gasps, elbowing you and causing you to yelp. Your voices were the only sounds that filled the old store. 
“I take offense.”
“Good.”
He hums, hesitating for a moment. There’s something on his mind, and there has been for a while now, but you’ve never found the moment to ask him about it. Now or never, you suppose.
“What’s wrong?”
Yeonjun has very expressive eyes, and now they’re just a little sad. You’re not quite sure what has gotten to him to cause this, but you know you don’t like him being sad. You like the boy with the bright eyes and shit-eating grin. That was what made him, him.
“Will we still do this? Next year I mean.” The question hangs in the air, uncomfortable so. Next year- college. The two of you graduate, and to hell with what happens after that because you don’t know yet.
You don’t think you would be able to survive without him, who else were you supposed to do all your spontaneously and idiotic antics with? Growing up and letting go had always seemed like a idiotic concept to you, so you didn’t see why anything should have to come to a stop.
“Of course we will” You say simply, “Always.”
Yeonjun smiles, glancing at you for just a moment. Best friends, you had promised him in the tenth grade as he had promised to you. Maybe in the future you would be more, but for now, he was content with joining you for midnight escapades and such.
“Always.”
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sunflowercheol · 1 year
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Vampires
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TXT x Y/N
Word Count: 623
Warnings: drinking/alcohol
A/N: unedited lol :)))))
31 Days of Halloween | Main Masterlist
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You and your friend stand in the driveway of the house overflowing with people in costumes. 
“Why?” you ask your friend who is busy adjusting her headband. 
“Come on! Get loose and have some fun!” She grabs your arm and shakes you a little. “Maybe get some,” she whispers as she trots away, smiling back at you over her shoulder. 
You groan and follow her in the overfilled house. Your friend grabs your hand and pulls you where the drinks are. 
“I’ll make you something very light, don’t worry,” she yells in your ear over the loud music that was blasting. 
“Thanks,” you take the drink from her and watch as she makes her drink. 
“Hey, Y/F/N! You made it!” 
Your friend turns around and faces someone that you don’t know. “I’ll be right back,” your friend yells into your ear again before she walks off to a group of people waving her over.  
Reason number one why I didn’t want to come, you think as you take a sip of your drink and head to the backyard to get some air. 
You knew that your friend was most likely going to be pulled away from you, but you didn’t think that it would have happened almost as soon as when you both got there. You chug the rest of your drink and throw the cup into a trashcan that was strategically placed sit down on one of the lawn chairs that are perfectly decorating a little fire pit.
You pull out your phone when you hear a noise coming from the dark forest beyond the backyard. You turn the flashlight on your phone and shine towards the back. You’re about to head back in, not wanting to investigate more, when a male pops out from behind a tree. 
“Oh, sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you,” the male with dimples says to you with a soft smile. His canines were poking out a bit with his smile, creeping you out a bit—not a lot since it was a Halloween party, and everyone were in costumes. 
“Wait, we?” you ask hesitantly. 
Four more boys pop out of the forest, stopping a couple of feet in front of you. 
“You’re here for the party?” you question. You knew that no one lived in that forest and to reach civilization through that forest took a while. It made no sense to you as to why they were in the forest and didn’t hear them before. 
“Well, duh,” the longhaired one responds a bit snappy. A shorter one elbows him in the side and apologizes to you. 
“Yeah, we were dared to come in through that way, but our friend is probably so drunk that they forgot that he dared us to do this.” Dimple man shrugs, “I’m Soobin, by the way.” 
The other males introduce themselves to you, and you introduce yourself to them. 
“Oh, well I guess that makes sense,” you shrug looking over to Heuningkai holding a bottle of red liquid, strategically hiding behind Yeonjun. “What are you drinking?”
Heuningkai stops mid-sip and looks at everyone looking at the bottle in his hands. “Uh, Kool-Aid?”
“That is definitely not Kool-Aid,” you point out, lightly chuckling.
Taehyun, the shorter one who had hit Beomgyu earlier, walks up to Heuningkai and snatches the bottle out of his hands. “Really? You took the wine out of my stash?” Taehyun snaps at him.
“Why are you drinking wine?” Yeonjun scolds Heuningkai, lightly smaking him in the arm.
“Why did you have to be so obvious? Even I could tell it was not Kool-Aid,” Soobin rolls his eyes.
“Just trying to play my part of being a vampire,” Heuningkai mumbles under his breath.“With Kool-Aid?” teases Beomgyu.
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naomiarai · 3 months
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yeonjun — things he would say during sex
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— “sweet pussy, can i eat you out?”
— “your ass is not the only thing turning red if you close your legs again”
— “fuckk angel, don't clench or i'll get you pregnant real quick”
— “oh yeah? daddy's makes you feel so full? i know, baby, i know”
— “shit, look at the mess you made! what punishment should i give you?”
— “you're so fucking gorgeous, all mine aren't you?”
— “that's it, let go, god you squirted!, that's so hot, you're so hot”
— “you feel so good, wanna stay like this forever”
— “where'd you get such pretty tits from huh?”
— “gosh, have i fucked you dumb already? can't give me a kiss either?”
— “ride me doll, show me what i taught you, get your pussy wet”
— “you wan' it there? wan' me to cum there? beg”
— “too much? what's your safeword? oh? gonna keep your mouth shut after all”
— “call in sick tomorrow, i'm sure you're not walking for the next week”
— “doll, use your words, and then i'll fuck you”
— “did i make this cunt wet? just a lil kissing got your head spinning? sweet girl”
— “feels good doesn't it? you like this position huh? you're so sexy”
— “i'll make you cum so hard baby, just wait and watch, i'll make you chant my name”
— “so fucking eager, greedy pussy, greedy girl, so hungry for cock aren't you?
— “can i cum on your face? please?”
— “pretty girl, gonna fuck you full, have you leaking”
— “wan' my cock, fingers or mouth baby? all? cock slut”
— “faster? harder? fuck! you wan' more?”
— “take it! fuck– take it! you're made for this”
— “touch yourself for me, give me a show, show me how desperate you are”
— “finish what you started, go on, feels so good grinding doesn't it?”
— “open your mouth for me baby, be a good girl and suck won't you?”
— “don't have a condom, can i fuck you raw?”
— “you'll cum, don't worry, once you've learned your lesson”
— “one more time baby? got you”
— “smile for the camera”
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Trust
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Scenario: unexpected sexual approaches by a tipsy roommate that you somehow simply let happen (roommates to lovers?)
Pairing: Yeonjun x female reader
Requested: no
Genre: smut
Warnings: handjob (female receiving), praising, orgasm denial, mentions of alcohol (yeonjun is tipsy for all of this), dry humping, unprotected sex
Word Count: 1700+
A/N: sheer insanity... that's some strange trust and non existent boundaries between roomies... I hope I've covered all issues with the warnings, if not, let me know ?
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"Do you trust me?", Yeonjun asked, standing closely in front of you with a quick move.
You blinked at the sudden closeness and let out a chuckle, looking into your roommate's eyes curiously. He must be planning some sort of test.
"Of course."
He placed a hand on the small of your back with a slight smile.
And then you felt his other hand moving up the fabric of your mini dress a little as his fingers glided beneath the clothes.
Too quickly they found their way between your thighs and he pushed one digit inside of you.
You took a sharp breath and let it out again with a noise similar to a mewl and grabbed his shoulder. Avoiding his gaze at the unexpected, intimate touch, your heart was starting to race. But you didn't resist it.
You breathed shakily with every move he made, gliding in and out of you while his other hand still held you close.
Yeonjun licked his lips when you leaned against him in your helplessness, hiding your face against his shoulder. Then he deemed you wet enough to trace his finger up and press against your clit in small circle motions.
Despite his wetted finger moving teasingly slow, you knew he would drive you to the edge with this. You couldn't hinder whimpers escaping from your throat through your slightly parted lips.
"You're such a good girl", he whispered with a hint of surprise and satisfaction in his tone. His voice was sweet and yet rough at the same time.
You wanted to ask why he was doing this but your brain couldn't form the words.
His touch made you tremble too easily. And way too fast.
You only clutched on to his shoulders, concentrating on keeping yourself on your feet and not letting your knees give in.
More and more moans came over your lips.
You almost couldn't take it anymore but still you dared to make a rather provocative remark.
"So, are we just gonna stand here as you keep finger fucking me?"
"Depends. Are you gonna cum?", he whispered back teasingly.
You nodded your head against his body.
"Good."
Then he removed his fingers from your underwear with the most satisfied smirk on his face.
You made a displeased sound when he didn't let you finish and only slowly got ready to back away from him and stand fully alone again.
He let out a low chuckle but when your eyes met, his gaze was almost soft.
"Okay, that was... mean", you dared to comment as you had created a bit of space between you both again as his hands had left you entirely. You weren't sure how to feel about all of this now.
"I didn't expect you to trust me that much", he admitted.
"I didn't expect to trust you enough for simply letting you do that either", you confessed quietly.
"You get wet really fast."
You pressed your lips together, not knowing what to say.
"Relax. That's hot", Yeonjun assured you and rolled his eyes. "Also you're insane for just letting me touch you like that."
Was he scolding you now?
"Well, you... I... How could I've known what you were up to when you asked that question? I trust you. I'd trust you with my life."
"How drunk are you?", he asked.
"I'm sober. Why?" You were a bit irritated now.
He swallowed. "Shit." Then he let out a chuckle.
"What? Did you think I was... Are you drunk, Yeonjun?"
"Just a little tipsy. Don't worry."
You should have been able to tell. Why hadn't you noticed that immediately? Why else would he have done something like this? How could you have believed he was entirely clear and in his right mind?
"Wait, that means you're so relaxed with me even when you're sober? That's nice."
"Why would you test my trust like that thinking I was drunk?", you wondered, finally regaining control over the different parts of your brain again.
He shrugged. "Just an idea."
With a wide grin spreading on his face, he removed himself from the scene and trailed off to leave you to the tasks he had forced you to interrupt so unexpectedly.
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This night Yeonjun sneaked into your room and crawled into your bed. He came to lie closely behind you, bouncing and rubbing against your ass.
The arm draped around you suddenly and the movements woke you up as you had only just drifted off before. Sleepily, you realized who it was but you weren't awake enough to actually process his action or do anything about it.
"Are you dry humping me right now?"
"I'm so horny", Yeonjun mumbled behind your ears, relentlessly thrusting his clothed erection against you.
"Then can't you just take care of that alone like you normally would?" That was only an assumption but you didn't have the brain capacity to give anything much thought right now. You weren't complaining either, merely wondering about his attitude.
"But it's because of you. Your moans earlier. So sexy. Aren't you still wet?" His voice was rasp. Needy for you to give him what he was hoping for.
You hummed quietly.
"Tired. Sleep."
"But sex", he argued in soft protest. His hard dick was still getting pushed against you again and again.
Unfortunately, the more he was rubbing against you, the more awake you became.
"Are you still drunk?"
"Does it matter?"
"It matters to me. I won't fuck drunk you, just to have you not remember any of it in the morning."
Why he seemed so eager to sleep with you today, you didn't dare to ask. Weren't you just roommates? This definetely crossed the lines from your usual teasing. Not that you truly minded it. Yeonjun was very attractive but you would have never made a move and started something like this.
"Fucking sounds good", he muttered against your neck as he tried to rub off on you even closer. Almost as if he couldn't comprehend the rest of your words.
You let out a nearly annoyed sounding groan since you had to realize that sleep would not be achievable for you anymore now. With his rubbing and pleading he had clearly chased away your tiredness, at least for the moment. But a part of you still wanted to just get back to sleep as fast as possible. It was so comfortable between the sheets.
"How about I blow you?", you offered in defeat.
"No, I want to really thrust into you. To feel you." Even his breath came out frustrated and desperate. "Please, let me fuck you."
And you gave in. Knowing he wanted you so much had gotten you quite horny by now and the effect of his mean teasing from earlier today hadn't worn off either.
"I don't have condoms."
The room is filled with silence for a moment as Yeonjun contemplated the options.
Almost softly, he whispered to your ear, his breath fanning against your neck. "Then do you still trust me?"
"Yes."
You didn't even think twice before you agreed on him pulling out, trusting he would know to do it in time.
And Yeonjun was impatient enough to strip out of his boxers immediately and advice you to get rid of your clothes as well.
Both of you shifting in your positions, you now lied on your back as he hovered above you. Supporting himself on his hands placed beside your head, he settled between your legs.
The anticipation was rising and your heartbeat got faster when he separated your legs a little wider and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist as he pushed his already throbbing erection into you.
His first moves were slow, wanting to reassure himself you were truly fine with this. But when you moaned at even just the feeling of him inside of you, his pace fastened.
You didn't care that he fucked you raw. And you understood how much self control it would take for him to pull out in time and even then it was still risky business. It was foolish but you trusted this man with your life. You trusted him more than anything.
You really didn't worry about it, too focused on the way he clouded your mind as he got such a hold on all your other senses.
Yeonjun thrusted in to you mercilessly, the arousal building up more and more. He muttered little words about how amazing you felt and how hot you sounded, begging you to moan for him more.
And you didn't hold it in anymore, lustful sounds leaving your lips unashamed now.
Your back was arched and you were bucking your hips up so he would hit you in just the right angle. The heat had taken over your body, the tension spreading from your core needing release.
Yeonjun felt himself getting closer, your moans and whimpers turning him on more than he had expected. He brought one hand to your hip to hold you steady when he drew back a little to kneel in a better position. His other hand, now free from lifting his body weight, glided over your bare body. Continuously thrusting in to you at a slower pace, he briefly moved his fingers over your nipples and lightly grabbed your boob before wandering down across your stomach.
His thumb easily found your clit and just as skillfully and rhythmic as he moved his hips, he began to put pressure on the sensitive spot.
The reactions he got from you were everything to him. His touch drove you over the edge, making you a moaning mess beneath him.
Your hands were desperately grabbing the sheets as you reached your climax while he pushed himself inside of you repeteadly.
Feeling your walls tighten around him, he used both hands to grab on to your hips and thruster faster and harder now. Yeonjun was grunting and moaning as you rode out your orgasm, getting high on the sensational feeling until he couldn't take it anymore.
Hissing quietly, he almost released inside of you with the last couple of rough snaps of his hips against yours before he quickly reacted and pulled out, cumming undone all over your stomach. The pleasure washing over him, clouding his senses had been too satisfactory to not enjoy your heat until the very last moment.
Both of you were left shaking from the rush, trying to catch your breaths.
"Fuck. You felt so good. I hope that was still in time."
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stealanity · 9 months
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“ SUMMER LOVE(RS). ” ft. choi yeonjun
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genre : exes to lovers, a bit of angst, but a lot of fluff
summary : that white sand beach was more than just a beach to you — it was a place dear to your heart. and today, sitting by the calm sea, your tranquility was disturbed by the reunion of an old memory.
word count : 1,000
matty's note : in honor of my platonic soulmate's birthday, i leave this second-hope writing on my blog. my pretty mona, my fellow balloon, and my another-life-roommate, happy birthday. i'm so happy to know you, and i hope to spend another wonderful year in your company. you're so dear to me, — i hope you know that.
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the gentle summer breeze, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, the sound of the waves in your ears.. all this seemed to come from a distant memory, when you were actually living it. watching the horizon with faraway eyes, you were thinking deeply about everything that happened here last summer. you remembered very clearly the bursts of laughter, the sound of liquor bottles slamming together.. and the sound of his voice. you remember his delicate hands, his radiant smile and his sun-kissed face. he was everything that made your summer a success : at first, you weren't too thrilled with your parents' decision, to spend the summer in a remote little village on the edge of the ocean.
but let's just say you quickly changed your mind..
staring at the waves beaching right in front of you, a peaceful smile on your lips, your fingers skimmed the water as you recalled the events of last year. as soon as you got out of the car, you left your luggage behind and headed to the sea, the cries of your parents at your back. you weren't paying attention, to anything — which led to your fatal fall. dead of shame and refusing to face your tragic fate, inwardly raging about how much you hated your parents ( just because they decided to come here ) you didn't dare raise your head a millimetre, only to hear an amused voice in front of you.
« can i help you? »
if his voice had a taste, it would probably be honey-flavored. you could have drowned in his words, it's as if a few syllables were enough to make you fall under his spell. raising your face slowly, the sun behind him obstructed your view — but you could see the beauty of his smile. hesitantly, you grasped his outstretched hand as he helped you to your feet, before he pretends to dust off your sand-covered clothes.
« are you alright? » he asked, and suddenly the words stuck in your throat. you couldn't speak, far too lost in the beauty of his hazel irises — how could a guy be so handsome? a crystalline laugh left his lips as he gently tugged on your handle to pull you towards the ocean, leaving you to face the sunset of your life.
« oh my god.. » you whispered, almost inaudibly. but the boy heard you and turned on his heels to face you again. « oh so you can speak ! » — feeling shame creep into your ears, you nodded apologetically, preferring to focus on the beauty of the landscape. you spent a few long minutes chatting with him, in front of the magnificent sun beating down on your skin.
and you could feel that maybe this summer wasn't going to be so bad after all.
just as you were about to leave, waving as you walked away, his voice caught your attention again.
« i'm yeonjun, by the way ! »
and this yeonjun gave you the most memorable and unforgettable summer of your life by becoming your first love.
but as all good things must come to an end, your sunny love story has given way to autumn in your heart — leaving your beloved beach for the buildings of your working life. obviously, you both tried so hard to make this long-distance love last, but little by little, day by day, the messages exchanged stopped, giving way to the emptiness of an icy winter.
you didn't realize that tears were running down your cheeks until a finger chased them away.
« are you alright? »
you knew that voice — that sweet way of talking. it was like caressing a memory and having my head filled with flashbacks, and when your eyes fell on his sunlit face, you thought you were swimming in a dream. « yeonjun? » you said softly, in an uncontrolled whisper that made him smile. the boy sat beside you, staring out at the ocean like the day you met, and you could see that he hadn't changed a bit. he was still handsome and warm.
« i knew i'd find you here. » your heart skipped a beat, because deep down you knew you'd come back here in the hope of seeing him again. resting your chin against your knee, you turned your gaze to face the waves once again, avoiding his gaze that burned your skin. « i'm happy to see you.. » he finally declared, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. out of the corner of your eye, you met his gaze : full of sincerity, with a sliver of sunlight in his pupil. it was so pretty, so electrifying, so captivating. and you couldn't lie about missing him terribly.
come to think of it, the end of your relationship was only the fault of the change of season. the hot summer made it evolve, he made it move with the waves and the white sand. autumn slowed it down, it dropped it like leaves from a tree. when winter came, it froze it in time — froze your feelings, your heart welcoming a sweet freshness. then spring brought new feelings, nostalgia has blossomed in you like cherry blossoms on trees.
the seasons have influenced your relationship, and now that summer's back, maybe it's time to give the sun a second chance to rekindle the flame of your love.
finally turning towards him, a smile on your lips, you offered him your hand.
« hey, i'm y/n. what if we spent another summer loving each other? »
the boy in front of you seemed amused by your words, smiling broadly at your behavior. then he moved his hand away from the sand, letting the sun shine on his skin and his smile, before he slips his hand into yours.
« nice to meet you y/n, i'm yeonjun. and i'd love to be your summer love. »
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taegimood · 3 months
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— yeonjun overstimming himself to make you cum ♡ [one-shot]
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: smut, overstimulation (m receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (m receiving), dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, good girl), tummy bulge, pussydrunk soft dom jun~
a/n - i’ve had this idea for a while now, lots of people seemed to like my other jun thought so here’s another one ♡ my inbox is open, send in requests for any member~!
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your legs tremble with every steady thrust to your cunt that yeonjun delivers, the room hot with moans and labored breaths.
the sight above you is heavenly; his dark hair hanging over his eyes, eyes that are boring into yours as he keeps his lips so tantalizingly close — so close, but just far enough to make you beg for it.
you whine as you chase him into a kiss. moaning into each other’s mouths as his skin slaps against yours, you squeeze your legs tighter around his waist and grip the toned arms that hold him up on either side of you as his pace begins to quicken. “baby..”
you can tell he’s close by the breathlessness in his voice and the way his eyes screw shut, lip tugging between his teeth to stop the moans that threaten to spill.
he’s fucking into you so deliciously. your back arches as the tip of his cock hits particularly deep; with a strangled gasp, your hips buck up into his and the way your pussy clenches around him has yeonjun seeing stars.
“baby, i’m- f-fuck, i’m gonna fill you up so good.” he groans. “such a good girl. pussy so good.. squeezing around me like that, fuck..” you can tell that he’s close. his thrusts grow sloppy, desperate, drilling into you as he chases his approaching high. you’re practically drooling, moans spilling from your parted lips as he hits so deep, so good —
before he can help it, his cum is spilling into you, stuttering thrusts slowing to a stop as he pants heavily; the silver chain around his neck is still swinging as he hovers over you, catching his breath. you whine desperately at the sudden loss of movement, your orgasm so close, now chased away —
as much as you want to cum on his cock, you’re at least happy to have his fingers and tongue to help you meet your high, always the doting boyfriend. but as yeonjun sits up onto his knees, what you don’t expect is for him to grip your hips, yanking you further down on his sensitive cock instead of slipping out of you like he usually would, your legs splayed open over his thighs as your hips lift slightly off the bed.
you both gasp in unison at the feeling. “j-jun-?!”
you’re already lifting yourself up onto your elbows, but yeonjun’s hands remain firm on your hips.
“still gotta make you cum, baby, don’t i? just relax for me,” he breathes. you drop back onto the pillow in surprise as a fresh wave of arousal crashes over you, your boyfriend’s sweaty chest still rising and falling in pants as his brows furrow at the over-sensitivity. “jjunie it’s okay, you can just—“
his first thrust takes the words right off of your tongue and somewhere far, far away, and this new angle has you gripping the sheets for dear life. “fuck,” you gasp out as he picks up the pace into a sharp rhythm, pulling your hips against his with firm slaps of skin on skin, his twitching, hardening cock drilling the deepest parts of you like it’s his job. you can’t stop the lewd moans now, wondering how you’re even able to make any sound at all when he’s fucking you this good.
“that’s it, baby, take it,” he grunts, his eyes glued to the bulge of his big cock in your tummy.
“you like it when i use myself to get you off, huh? you like it when i service you like this?” he chuckles, the filthy wet noises that your pussy is making growing even wetter at his words. “y-yes..” you whimper pathetically, unable to even say anything else.
“so fucked out on my cock, can’t even speak..” he murmurs breathlessly, and despite all his taunts, you can tell that he’s no better than you as his words grow increasingly less convincing and just as desperate-sounding as you feel.
he’s pounding into you so messily, one of his thumbs moving over your clit in quick circles, his lips parted and head lolled back as he releases a loud groan at the way you’re clenching around him so tightly. you can see the way his abdomen is tensing from the sheer overstimulation he’s giving himself in his determination to get you off and you nearly cum just at the thought of it.“jjunie, ‘m so.. so fucking close, p-please.. please..”
“that’s it, baby, fucking cum all over my cock, let go for me, fuck- good girl-“ he gasps out, his voice more of a high whine now than anything, his low dominating tone from before practically evaporating with each thrust. his thumb is moving rapidly over your clit, eyes screwed shut and hips twitching, the over-sensitivity stripping him of any thought other than getting the both of you to cum. “n-need it, jun, need it so bad-!” you’re rambling, gripping onto his hand that still holds your hip, shaking and squirming and desperately trying to buck your hips further into him. you can feel the chord about to snap when your eyes meet his, and just like that, your vision flashes white as your orgasm wracks over your entire body. you can feel yeonjun’s warm cum spurting into you again as he moans out filthily, both of you shaking and slick with sweat as he finally collapses on top of you in a daze.
neither of you speak as you both catch your breath, chests moving fervently against each other’s. yeonjun slumps fully into the crook of your neck.
“holy fuck,” he rasps.
“yeah. holy fuck, yeonjun.”
he lifts his head tiredly to give you a shit-eating grin. his hand moves to soothe up and down your waist; “my stamina is no joke, huh?” you roll your eyes but return his smile anyway, resting your arms around his shoulders as you pull him down into a kiss. “can’t believe you did that..” you mumble shyly. he nuzzles his face into your cheek, peppering it with kisses, and you giggle.
“gotta give my best for my baby.”
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jjunieworld · 15 days
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more than this? ` ༘ ⋆𓂅
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pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: friends with benefits to lovers, smut, the slightest bit of angst, kinda mutual (unknown) pining??
synopsis: when beomgyu asked you to be fuck buddies, you thought it was risky considering your already growing feelings for him. but, you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be close to him in any way that you could. now you’re wondering if the two of you will ever be anything more than this.
warnings: unprotected sex (no!!), dom!beomgyu, sub!reader, fingering, creampie, multiple orgasms, slight praise, petnames (baby), some aftercare
word count: 3.1k┊masterlist
author's note: when i tell you i was literally working against the clock for this one to post it on time for beomgyu’s birthday… happy birthday beomgyu!! :)) this was kinda inspired by the song k. by cigarettes after sex! hopefully i can get past this writer’s block so i can start posting regularly again :( i hope you enjoy!! ♡
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the mixture of you and beomgyu’s pants filled your bedroom. the two of you had been going at it in different positions for hours and the sun had just started to come up. your body was essentially jello by now but the feeling of beomgyu inside you felt too good to stop. besides, you knew this was the only time you could ever be intimate with him.
when the idea of you and beomgyu being friends with benefits first arose, you were hesitant to accept his offer. the two of you were close, but not exactly bestfriends. you refused to let yourself get that close to him knowing you had feelings for your longtime friend. it was also difficult knowing that he mainly just wanted a quick fuck whenever you were down for it.
but, you couldn’t refuse. you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have your body pressed against his, your breaths mixing as he pounded deep inside you.
again, you felt the knot in your stomach tighten as the pleasure got too much for you. “beomgyu, i’m gonna c-cum again,” you spoke shakily, pushing at his shoulders. everytime the two of you were together he insisted that the main position you fucked in was missionary. “you’re face is way too pretty to just be pushed down into the sheets,” beomgyu had said.
beomgyu pressed his lips to yours, half kissing you and half moaning, “cum for me, baby. one last time.” your nails dug into his shoulders and you leaned your head back towards the headboard as you came undone. still, beomgyu slid in and out of you, helping you chase your high. his lips were on your jaw and slight whimpers were coming out of his mouth as he came right after you.
you looked at beomgyu through hooded lids and furrowed brows as you felt him release inside you once again. whining a little, you kissed him hard. after this, he would leave and you would be alone again. you didn’t want the time the two of you were spending together to end, even if the ever growing stickiness between your thighs was starting to get a little uncomfortable. you were definitely going to have to wash your sheets and comforter a couple times after this, the mix of both of your cum was all over it.
beomgyu slid out of you and fell onto the bed next to you, his hair falling over his eyes as he looked over to you. he tapped a finger to your lips, his body catching the light from the thin sheen of sweat all over him. “good?” beomgyu asked you. you giggled and nodded, “very good.” beomgyu smiled at you and got up from the bed, the sunlight coming through from the blinds lighting up with slightly dark room.
“shower with me,” beomgyu said as he walked around to your side of the bed. he held out his hand to you and you had to resist the urge to take in his naked body in front of you. you’ve seen him naked more times that you could count now, but it always shocked you to see how delicious he looked. you stood up slowly, wincing slightly from the pain in your legs, and took his hand.
you had some of beomgyu’s clothes, either from him keeping some at your apartment for future hookups or him accidentally leaving some at your place after rushing out. you didn’t mind really, it was more convenient and you liked wearing his shirts to bed after he left.
“if i can get up…” you trailed as you moved to him. “i wasn’t expecting to go for that long today,” you added as you wobbled slightly. beomgyu smirked down at you as he held you steady. “i didn’t hear you complaining,” he replied as you both made your way to your bathroom.
rolling your eyes at him playfully as you leaned against the sink, you murmured under your breath, “and you never will.” thankfully, him turning the water on covered your words. becoming fuck buddies was risky enough to the strange friendship you and beomgyu had, but adding your feelings into the mix would be catastrophic. sometimes you felt like your friendship was hanging off the ledge and one wrong move would completely destroy it and you would lose beomgyu forever.
the sound of the shower curtains drawing pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked over to beomgyu. “come on,” he said and stepped into the shower and behind the curtains. you walked over and pulled the curtains back slightly to peer in at him. beomgyu’s back was to you and he was under the running water as you stepped into the shower. he turned to you with a small smile and moved you towards the water.
the two of you worked in silence as you washed your bodies, occasionally helping each other, until you were clean. you were both now sitting on your bed watching the sunrise through the window that you opened to let in the fresh air. “let me take you out to dinner,” beomgyu suddenly said, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. you turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “i feel like an asshole after we have sex. i don’t want you to feel like i’m just using you,” he then added.
isn’t that what this is though? maybe not him explicitly using you per se, but him just being here for the sex? you knitted your brows together as you thought over his proposal. you tried not to let yourself fall into the thought that beomgyu might want something more than this. you didn’t want to go through the heartbreak if you turned out to be wrong.
what damage could you going out to dinner with him do? “okay,” you nodded, speaking softly. beomgyu’s face lit up with a smile and he brought his lips to yours, causing your heart to race and your face to heat up significantly. the two of you did all the intimate things couples do, except you weren’t one. it made your head spin.
“later on today!” beomgyu exclaimed as he got up from the bed. he started to collect his things from around your bedroom. your heart sank as you realized he was about to leave. “around noon. i’ll pick you up!” he added. you put on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes as you nodded again. “i’ll see you then!” you laughed breezily, hoping to come off as carefree as you got up and followed him to the door.
beomgyu pressed another kiss to your mouth before turned to leave. you waved goodbye to him as he jogged to his car before shutting your door. pressing your head to the coldness of the door, you breathed in deeply. you desperately needed to sort out your feelings before this all became a mess.
you smoothed out your dress again as you stood in front of the mirror by your door. taking a deep breath, you checked the time on your phone again. beomgyu would be arriving any minute, which was confirmed from the incoming text of him saying he was around the corner. you still weren’t sure if this classified as a date or not and you tried—and failed miserably—to steel your nerves.
there was a knock at your door, causing you to jump. you took one last deep breath before opening it to beomgyu on the other side. a small smile grew on his face. “hi,” beomgyu said, taking in your appearance. “you look pretty!” you couldn’t help but smile back at him, especially after he called you pretty. everytime you looked at him your heart fluttered and leaped around in your chest, begging to be let free. “hi,” you replied softly, your smile growing. “thank you, you look pretty too!”
“are you ready?” beomgyu asked with a slight laugh and you nodded. he led you to his car and the two of you began the drive to whatever restaurant beomgyu had picked out.
at the restaurant, which was quite fancy from the looks of it, you got a table towards the back where it wasn’t as crowded. now you sat across from beomgyu, menu in hand, as your face heated from the sheer thought of the situation you were in. the waiter had come and taken your orders so now it was just a waiting game. you and beomgyu had been making small talk as you tried to ignore the slight grumbling of your stomach.
“i know you said you felt like an asshole, but you didn’t have to take me to dinner,” you said, letting a smile form on your face. you were trying to gauge his intentions to make your anxiety go down since pushing your feelings away clearly wasn’t working. “i do. and yeah, i did feel like an asshole, but that was mainly an excuse to ask you out to dinner with me,” beomgyu said.
you almost started to choke from an inhale gone wrong but manage to cover it up. you stared at beomgyu with wide eyes, “you wanted to take me out to dinner?” beomgyu laughed and leaned towards you slightly. “of course! who wouldn’t want to take you out to dinner?” the waiter came back with your food and you waited for them to leave before speaking.
“well you don’t really take someone you’re casually fucking out to dinner,” you blurted, stabbing your fork into the food you got. you froze as you realized what you just said. without missing a beat, beomgyu replied, “then let’s stop being casual.”
looking up at him, mouth agape, you struggled to form words. all you could manage was a choked, “what?” beomgyu shrugged and repeated his words, a smirk growing on his face. “we already do everything a couple does—kiss, fuck… and it’s not like i’m seeing anybody else—don’t even have the desire to. you’re the only one i want,” beomgyu shrugged again like he was simply saying the grass was green as he ate his food. he then looked up at you through his lashes, “unless you’re seeing someone?”
you forced your mouth to stop hanging wide open. “you want me?” you asked seriously, setting your fork onto your plate with a slight ‘clang!’ beomgyu stopped eating and looked at you, tilting his head to the side as he let out a small laugh. “y/n, are you serious?” he asked you as if you were joking around with him. when you were silent he sat his utensils down and stared at you for a couple seconds.
“i just spent hours having sex with you. you think i’d spend hours having sex with someone if i only wanted a quick fuck?” beomgyu then ask you seriously. you shrugged and looked down, pushing your food around on your plate. “being fuck buddies is different for everyone… how was i supposed to know you wanted me back?” you trailed. beomgyu gave you a bewildered look, mouth slightly ajar.
he then called over the waiter and asked for the bill and to-go boxes. you stared at him in confusion, “what are you doing?” beomgyu just shook his head at you, saying nothing. the waiter brought what he asked for and he handed you one of the to-go boxes as he paid. “beomgyu,” you spoke as he moved his food into the box. you were confused on what was happening as you mimicked his actions.
once the two of you were finished, beomgyu stood from his chair, to-go box in hand. “let’s go,” he said. you rose to your feet and grabbed your things with furrowed brows, “go where?” you desperately needed answers. “my place,” is all he said as he started towards the entrance of the restaurant.
the drive to beomgyu’s place was silent. he pushed open his front door and dragged you inside towards his bedroom, abandoning your food on the kitchen counter. you stood awkwardly in the middle of his room as you waited for some sort of explanation. “do i want you?” he murmured under his breath sarcastically like it was some joke. beomgyu turned to you suddenly, “are you seeing someone else?”
“of course not!” you exclaimed, brows knitting further together. “okay then,” beomgyu replied as he began stripping off his clothes. “what is going on?” you asked frustrated.
“i’m showing you i want you,” is all beomgyu simply said, now only in his boxers. he came up to you and grabbed the hem of your dress, taking it completely off in one swift movement. you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, so now your breasts were on full display for him, nipples perking up from the sudden coldness. beomgyu’s lips were on yours in an instant as his hands slid up your waist.
you returned his kiss as you pressed your body to his for some type of warmth. “you could’ve waited until after we ate,” you murmured against beomgyu’s lips. you felt him smile and he guided you back to the bed. “lay down,” beomgyu said, breaking away from you. his finger hooked onto the hem of your underwear, “and take these off.”
your heart was racing as you slid your underwear down and climbed onto beomgyu’s bed. heat pulled at your core as you waited for him to make the next move. beomgyu smirked at you as he slowly pulled his boxers down against his hard bulge. his cock sprang out, causing your eyes to widen a little.
now that your mind was clear for once, you really took in just how big beomgyu’s cock was. pressing your thighs together and shifting on the bed, your face heated at the fact that it was about to be inside you. beomgyu stroked himself a couple times before stepping towards the bed. he climbed overtop of you, causing you to lay down onto your back.
the tip of his cock was rubbing against your clit and it sent shivers through your body. your pussy throbbed even more at the contact. “how could you be so clueless?” beomgyu asked you before his lips captured yours. his hand trailed down to your pussy and his thumb started to rub circles into your clit. you moaned into his mouth, hips rocking upwards, “you should’ve just told me.” your voice was starting to come up breathy as your hips grinded up towards his hand.
beomgyu slipped his fingers inside you, “why didn’t you tell me?” your brain fogged over, small moans escaping your lips as he pumped in and out of you. your wetness made it easy, and the slight squelching sounds set your body on fire. you kissed beomgyu to try and stifle your whimper. “gonna cum,” you breathed out, completely ignoring beomgyu’s question.
you threw your head back into the pillow and beomgyu trailed kisses along your neck as the knot in your stomach tightened. you wrapped your arms around beomgyu’s neck and brought his face to yours as your legs started to tremble, kissing him hard. your hips rolled up as you came around his fingers, breathing heavily as you put your forehead to beomgyu’s.
beomgyu kissed you sweetly for a moment before pulling away to hover over you. he lined his cock with your entrance and slowly slid inside you, brows furrowing. “fuck, baby,” he said as he bottomed out. beomgyu began sliding in and out of you at a decent rate, his head bowed as he watched your cum coat his cock, before picking up his pace.
you cried out as he pressed your thighs to your stomach, using the advantage to fuck into you deeper. “you can take it, baby. i know you can,” beomgyu said before giving you a chaste kiss, a whimper spilling out of his mouth after. he filled you up so much you felt like you were going to burst at the seams. you felt every inch of him, especially the tip of his cock hitting against your sweet spot. it made tears prick your eyes and your teeth to bite down hard on your bottom lip.
“you like that? you like when i fuck into you like that? when i make you feel good?” beomgyu breathed, staring down at your whimpering figure. you squirmed underneath him, eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, “mhm, p-please don’t stop!”
beomgyu sloppily kissed you, slight grunts vibrating against your mouth as he continued fucking you. “it feels so good,” you murmured, trying to grind up into him in any way that you could. beomgyu’s hands gripping your thighs and pinning you to the bed made it impossible. beomgyu moaned, head falling with tightly knitted brows and you felt him twitch inside you.
“mmm, baby you’re gonna make me cum with how fucking tight you are around me,” he said lowly. beomgyu’s voice was so attractive, especially when he lowered it. that it made the rope inside you snap and you came all over his cock, a whimpering mess beneath him. “that’s it, baby. fuck…” beomgyu trailed and his grip on your thighs tightened as he feverishly stroked in and out of your pussy faster.
your nails dug into his shoulders as you cried out again, shallow moans pouring out of you as your back arched off the bed. “t-too much!” you whimpered.
“take it,” beomgyu demanded as he continued his pace. his head fell back and his mouth hung open as you watched his hips roll back and forth through watery eyes.
“shit…” beomgyu said, breathing hard as he came inside you, filling you up even more. his strokes faltered as he rode out his high and you whined loudly underneath him, squirming from your sensitive pussy. beomgyu leaned down and brought his lips to yours to slowly kiss you.
“my baby,” he said airily, pecking your lips before pulling away. you looked at him through hooded eyes and tear stained cheeks, not even registering his words. beomgyu chuckled at you before kissing your cheek and then your neck. “my baby, always so good. i could fuck you for days,” he said against your neck, leaving goosebumps on your skin.
beomgyu leaned back and slowly pulled out of you, a wince on his face. you felt empty without him inside you, without his big cock filling you up to the brim. you felt the cum drip out of you and whimpered slightly. beomgyu laid down onto the bed next to you and pulled you towards him. “my clueless, fucked out baby,” beomgyu laughed as you settled into him. you giggled and pushed at his chest a little, “shut up!” beomgyu pressed a kiss to your forehead as he laughed more.
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