#kim younghoon fics

[strawbellery]

“our secret moments in your crowded room, they got no idea about me and you.”

genre: slight angst (not that angst, younghoon just acting cold towards y/n), fwb

pairing: kim younghoon (tbz) x female reader (y/n)

summary: younghoon is known for his tsundere image, surprisingly becoming the other students’ favourite senior despite being so cold and quiet to everyone. other than his tough and unapproachable demeanour, he’s also known for being the smartest one in his batch. most people have been confessing their feelings to him, but he rejected all of them, causing a rumour claiming that he has a high standard on his partner. little did they know, he developed a friends-with-benefits relationship with the most innocent looking 1st year student, y/n.

part i, ii, iii.

words count: 1,890

“awh, you’re so mean. why are you saying such mean words to me?” younghoon followed you from the back, keeping up with your rushed steps to nowhere.

right after the class ended with the lecturer wishing a sincere good luck to all of his students, most of them immediately packed up their stuff, including you. as you shoved your tab into your tote bag and tossed the bag strap onto your right shoulder, you headed out from the classroom, not expecting younghoon to follow like a lost puppy who just found his owner. 

halting your steps and turning to face younghoon, all you wanted to do was kick him on the balls right away. the way he teased you with such an innocent tone, you knew he was just messing around. he never felt bad with whatever he made you feel back then. “shut up.” you braced yourself from uttering those words.

“if you say shut up one more time, i’ll kiss you.” younghoon said, knowing damn well he was the one that held the power in the situation because he knows that you would do anything to keep your image of a pure girl inside the campus, wanting everyone to praise how sweet looking you are.  

younghoon actually cares less if his unapproachable demeanour broke off once he kissed you in public, as if he has nothing to lose since he wasn’t the one who decided to put on the cold image. but for you, it’s a different case. once you enrolled in the campus, you decided that it’s better off starting with a sweet looking girl-next-door image so people won’t take advantage of you for sexual purposes. 

which, in fact, failed. as much as you tried to put on the innocent looking princess on campus, younghoon would do anything to make your mission fail. let it be moaning on the top of your lung in his room, or biting on his inner palm as he tried to keep you quiet when both of you had fun at the janitor’s room.

from what you remember, whenever you both (most of the time younghoon) had fun with each other, he never tried to kiss you on the lips. sucking on your collarbone? marking your neck? oh hell yeah, he likes doing it. he likes seeing his territory on your body. the way you tried to cover them by putting your hair down? or when another male pointed it out? he feels like he owns your whole body.

but one question that keeps lingering in your mind is why wouldn’t younghoon kiss you on the lips? after all the naked bodies pressing against each other, what’s so bad about sharing a kiss? you never brought it up to younghoon but after asking google for answers, you figured out the act of kissing is quite intimate. it’s like a symbol of being attached to one person, and you know younghoon never looks at you in a romantic way. it’s always been you, and only you. you with that darn crush. 

your steps halted once you turned to face the taller man, whose face was filled with mocking expression. biting your inner lips so hard that you could feel the slight blood rushing in, you muttered a quick, “i hate you” before continuing your steps to wherever your feet took you, as long as you didn’t have to face the man again. 

it’s a fact check though, that you didn’t want your first kiss to ruin your pure girl image on the campus, especially by the hot tsundere senior that everyone swooned for, regardless of gender and age. 

seeing how frustrated you were, younghoon couldn’t help but to smirk. he knew how careful you were in protecting your image at the campus, and he also knew how you wanted your “first kiss” to be stolen by the special one, ironically when he became almost all of your “all”s. 

“oh, do you really hate me though?” catching up with your fast tracks, he made sure he still kept you on the tip of his finger. before he could say more, a voice calling you suddenly was heard, despite them being in an open-space area. 

both of you turned to face the owner of the voice, seeing jacob and his other male friend (whom you can’t remember who), came and approached you both. “you were here too, younghoon.” 

younghoon simply greeted jacob back with just a simple hum and nod, not even bothering to use his energy to say anything. jacob faced you with face full of excitement, “y/n! i made a friend who’s the same age as you. meet eric sohn, he’s also a foreigner, just like me!” 

that’s what you actually admire about jacob. he always makes new friends without any limitations. he wanted his circle to be as big as he could and when he meets a new person, he’ll introduce them to his friends and vice versa. well, he has always been told by his parents that connection is important, so here he was, instead of studying, he focused more on making new friends. 

“hey y/n, i’m eric! i’ve heard a lot about you from jacob,” eric introduced himself as he extended his arm out, hoping for a friendly handshake from you.

“nice to meet you, eric. i’m y/n.” you introduced back, accepting his hand for a handshake. younghoon was quick enough to catch the slight blush on your face, knowing it wasn’t the makeup that was reddening on your cheek. you were flustered over the fact that jacob shared little information about you to eric before setting both of you, wondering what he told eric to make him look so excited to meet you. 

“i… didn’t know you were this pretty. if i’ve ever known, i probably wouldn’t have to meet you in a simple hoodie with messy hair,” eric added with a shy smile. the boy was so cute for you to handle, especially when he tried his best to hide his reddening cheeks as well. 

“oh, it’s fine though. i think you’re pretty cute too,” you tried to lighten up the mood, not wanting eric to feel so little of himself. 

“blah blah blah,” a rather cold voice was heard before you no longer felt eric’s hand in your grip. looking down, you noticed younghoon was the one who held eric’s hand by now, “and i’m kim younghoon, your senior.” he emphasised on the nickname, wanting eric to know who’s much older and got the seniority in the campus world. 

apparently that’s how it works in the men's community. somehow someone’s age and seniority play quite a large role among men. 

“oh yeah, younghoon.” eric brushed it off with a slight laughter, not wanting to show his disappointment over the lack of your touch on his, “i’ve heard about you too.”

“i hope that information will stay in your mind,” younghoon partially threatened him, knowing what jacob probably described to the junior. 

cold, quiet and scary senior. 

that was the first time you’ve ever seen this side of younghoon. the jealousy in him, the possessiveness of him. it got more obvious when jacob decided for lunch with four of you at the nearby restaurant since the campus foods suck. once you were seated, younghoon took no time and immediately sat next to you, causing more confusion to jacob as he thought younghoon would sit next to him, as he usually does. 

the cute young man who sat across from you can’t help but to steal glances, as he found you very attractive. you were his type anyway, the one he’d been searching for his life. quite a metaphor but the moment eric laid his eyes on you, he couldn’t help but already arrange the whole future with you in his mind. 

even when the four of you were eating while keeping updates with each other's life, eric would do anything to make sure you’re engaged in his topic. which in fact, caused the inner jealousy of younghoon finally got the best of him. 

“i’m sorry but y/n have to go now,” younghoon said out of nowhere, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stand with him. 

“where?” your eyes widened, surprised over the pressure he had on your wrist. “yeah, where?” jacob’s question followed along with the confused looking puppy of eric. 

“somewhere,” younghoon replied half-heartedly and when he was about to drag you out, you insisted on staying at the place. “when?! i never say anything,” you said in a rather loud voice, making sure you have the rights for yourself. 

ignoring your words, younghoon thanked jacob for the meal as he forcefully dragged you out from the restaurant as you struggled on keeping up with his steps, at least bringing your tote bag along. once both of you arrived outside the restaurant, younghoon immediately unlocked his car and opened the passenger seat, almost tossing you to the seat. closing the door rather in an annoyed way, he went to sit in the driver seat. 

“what were you doing?” he could hear the frustration from your voice, but he didn’t bother giving you replies as he pressed more on the car pedal, speeding the car’s pace. “younghoon, i’m talking.” 

still, no answer. despite how loud you were, he still gives no response. 

“kim you-”

the sudden brake caused you to almost jump out of your seat, all thanks to the safety belt that you managed to put on before the crazy young man started the engine. 

“what on the earth were you trying to do, younghoon?!” now it became a shout, as you turned to face him with your furious pair of eyes. you never knew you could be so frustrated over someone, not until younghoon steps into your life. 

“i was the one who should ask you that,” younghoon snapped back, turning to face you with a stern look. “what the fuck were you trying to pull back then?” 

furrowing your eyebrows, you can’t seem to catch on with what younghoon said. “what?”

“did you have fun flirting with eric?” younghoon added, “did you think i didn’t recognise those slutty sounds coming out from you? asking how’s his campus life so far?” 

“oh god younghoon, i wasn’t-” 

“yeah sure you weren’t, of course you weren’t, especially with those eyes that begging him to fuck you.” 

“yah kim younghoon!” raising your octaves, you were finally done with his retorts. his words never make sense to you. why would you flirt with eric? you were simply conversing with him, nothing more. or maybe that wasn’t what younghoon saw. 

before you could say anything to defend yourself, the grab on your chin was quite harsh, as younghoon forced you to keep eye contact with him. “what? you think you could fuck with other men as well?”

“how easy are you, y/n? to beg everyone in the campus to fuck you? at this rate, you probably would’ve sucked jacob’s dick too.” 

“hey, you are crossing the line.” you glared at him furiously, not understanding where this jealousy came from. 

“what line, exactly?” younghoon asked you, making sure his grip on your chin remained there, not even caring that he smudged your makeup on that area. “do we even have a line to not cross?”

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[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”

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[ericsprincess]

awake I love this

Your hot roommate is a bed dweller.

~~~

“Oh shit- Jesus, you scared me,” you stop in the kitchen doorway, caught off guard by the unexpected presence in the kitchen. It’s 6 a.m. and you just woke up, blearily wandering out of your bedroom to make breakfast and get ready for your shift at work. You’re barely awake and what you didn’t expect was your roommate being already there, making some toast. 

Younghoon, your roommate, standing in the kitchen, was a very unusual sight. Not only the “in the kitchen” part, but also the “standing” one. When you first moved in, you knew your roommate would be a man, and you were quite concerned about what the future cohabitation would look like. You didn’t know him, it was just a friend of a friend who gave you a tip about Younghoon looking for someone to rent his spare bedroom to. Therefore you were afraid about the endless possibilities of how everything could go wrong - he could be too messy, too loud, bring too many people home, or worse, perving on you. But you didn’t really have a choice, so you took the offer and moved in. Thankfully, none of your worries proved to be true - not only Younghoon appeared to be a completely chill guy, but it would be really easy to even forget you live with someone. 

The thing is, your roommate spends way too much time in his bed. First you thought he might be sick, but he didn’t look that way. But save for going to school and occasionally out for either necessary errands or rare outings with friends, he spends all his leisure time in bed. Everytime you feel bored and you go to his room just to chat about anything, he’s under the blankets, either scrolling on his phone or reading, or watching a movie. He plays computer games out of bed too, and you’ve seen him even study while laying down. Thankfully, he seems to be a clean person, so at least you don’t have to worry about him dwelling in some gross nest. It seems to be just an odd quirk of his otherwise normal and nice - as you were pleased to discover - personality. 

He also seems to be quite aware of this and doesn’t seem to care much. When you asked him once, why is he alway in bed, after a few weeks of living together, he just lazily turned his head to you and replied “Because I’m always ready, Y/N” and winked at you. 

So considering all that, you take a little bit of time to admire the rare sight of vertical Younghoon. 

He’s very tall and while he’s kinda skinny, his frame is broad. He’s dressed in black sweatpants and black t-shirt and you think no one should look this good, while spreading some butter on a toast, having just rolled out of bed. 

He looks over his shoulder at you, amused by your outcry. “Good morning Y/N. I’m making breakfast, do you want some? Coffee is over there,” he smiles at you, pointing at the full coffee pot. 

“Yes, please,” you reply, pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit down at the kitchen table, sipping at it and just observing Younghoon going about making more toast. You could really get used to the sight of a hot man making you breakfast every day, you dream a little. 

Speaking of men, you remember something. “By the way,” you say, “I’m going out with friends tonight so, you know..” you’re not sure how to finish the sentence and tell him that you might end up bringing someone home to fuck. But he gets it anyway.  

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, I’ll have my headphones on, don’t worry,” he teases you and you can feel your face getting red. It’s not that you’re that loud, because you know you’re not. But he might have caught on to it anyways, and you’re not sure how you feel about your nice roommate overhearing you having sex. It feels both embarrassing, but also kind of hot, seeing that he doesn’t seem to be bothered by it at all. Does he perhaps like it? You wonder, but your train of thought gets interrupted by a plate full of toasts set in front of you. Younghoon sits across the table and you spend the morning just chatting about news, until you both realize you have to run to work and school respectively, and the whole topic of overhearing is forgotten. 

~~~

You come home from work and rush straight to your bedroom. You had to stay late at work to finish up something so now your time to get ready for going out is diminished and it’s barely enough to take a shower, throw on the skimpiest dress you own, fix your makeup and be out of the door. 

So you do exactly that. You take a shower and pick a tiny black dress with straps across the back. You know you look good and you want to wear something that gives a clear signal you don’t want to go home alone tonight, but at the same time, you’re not that used to being dressed this provocative and suddenly you feel insecure. You don't have time to take a photo and bother your friends and wait until they reply with their opinions so you take the only other option you have and march straight to Younghoon’s room. 

Thankfully - and as expected - he’s in his bed, just scrolling on his phone. 

“Hey, Hoonie, do you have a minute?” you ask, peeking through the opened door. 

“Yeah, sure, what do you need?” he replies, so you enter the room. 

“Do you think this dress is too much?” you ask. He looks at you, but doesn’t reply. Instead of that he just stares and you can see his eyes following down every part of your body. He’s blatantly checking you out, you realize. 

The awkward silence is getting more awkward by the second, until he just throws off-handedly “Yeah, you can go out like that. You look good,” and turns back to his phone. It feels like a dismissal a little, but you can see his ears are red. 

“Uh…okay thank you, I’ll get going then,” you beep and not waiting for his answer you rush out of his room. What the fuck was that?? Your brain screams, having just experienced this awkward moment, way too charged for how your interactions with your roommate usually went. You put on your heels and off you go. 

~~~

Well, this was a bust, you sigh while tapping code to your apartment door. Not only did you not see a single decently looking guy, but it felt like tonight was the night that every sleazebag in the city decided to crawl out. So you just stuck to your girlfriends, had a few shots and only went dancing together with them. It was fun enough, but the main point of the outing - to find someone to sleep with - completely fell through, so you came back home tipsy, frustrated and kinda horny. 

You don’t feel like sleeping yet so you head over to Younghoon’s room to see if he’s still up and maybe goad him into watching a movie together or something. You knock twice and don’t wait for a reply, just silently open the door in case he’s asleep already. 

But he isn’t. The room is dark and the only light there is coming from his laptop screen on the nightstand. There is some movie playing silently, but it doesn’t seem that he’s watching it. 

You can’t really see it well, but Younghoon’s eyes are closed and he’s squirming and sighing and his hand is moving under the blanket. Is he..masturbating? Is the first thought that comes up in your brain, but it’s just a split second until he notices your presence and sits up a little. “Hey, Y/N, you’re back already? How did it go? You came back alone?” he breathes out, trying to sound normal. 

“Uh yeah…it was tragic,” you reply but you’re not sure what to say next, your brain completely stuck on what you saw earlier and while you’re not drunk, the few shots you drank are suddenly giving you liquid courage to jump the gun. “Actually…Hoonie, remember when I asked you once….” you start. 

“Yeah?” he prompts you.

“Are you still…always ready?” you finish your question and you can see the moment he puts it all together and realizes what you are really asking. 

“Yeah..” he breathes out and you don’t waste a second and come to his bed, throw away his blanket, swing one leg over him and sit down. You can feel his hard cock under you and his hands immediately come up to rest on your hips. You’re looking at each other, both aroused but neither is sure what to do next. 

“S-sit on my face?” he suggests and you smile at him, because this is truly a fantastic idea.

You raise yourself just enough to take off your panties and then you turn and maneuver so that your pussy is hovering over his handsome face. Your dress is so short you don't even have to take it off. He grabs you by your hips and pulls down, so that you’re sitting with almost full weight on his face. But he doesn’t seem to mind, rather the opposite - he moans and gets to work. He eats you out like it’s the best meal he’s ever had, and his tongue seems heavenly and oddly huge, licking over your clit in broad strokes then moving to your dripping hole and pushing inside. His tongue is so big he can kinda fuck you with it and it feels so good you’re not sure how long you will last. You don’t want it to be over so soon, especially since you can see his hard cock tenting his pyjama pants and the size of it is also intriguing. 

“Younghoon, I’m getting close,” you moan and he just responds by flicking over your clit harder, but you’re already stopping him and easing off his face. He whines and tries to pull you back on his face, as if he hadn’t had enough of eating your pussy yet, but you laugh and drop off on the bed next to him. You look at him and he’s so aroused he looks almost feral, with his eyes glossy and the whole bottom part of his face glistening with your pussy juices. 

“Do you have a condom?” you ask and he nods and reaches back to open his nightstand drawer to take out a silver packet. You look at each other. “Always ready,” you say in unison, and start laughing, you lean forwards to take off his shirt  and he fumbles with the straps on your dress until you together manage to take it off. He kicks off his sweatpants and now you’re both naked. You look at his cock and you’re pleased to see how pretty and long and thick it is and he’s already so wet, so you open the packet and roll the condom on him. 

“How do you want to…” he starts but you’re already pushing his chest down so he’s lying flat on his back. 

“Let me ride you,” you say and you’re already climbing over him. You’re not wasting any time, you take hold of his cock and put it inside you, sitting on his lap fully. You take a few seconds to get used to it, even though you’re so wet and relaxed it’s not an issue anymore, and then you start moving. 

It gets frantic all too quickly, you’re both too horny and close to try for any kind of finesse, you’re riding him like it’s the last thing you do in your life and he’s just holding you, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing your ass and tits, until he plants his feet over your bed and start thrusting against you. It’s so wild and both of you are moaning and getting out of breath, accompanied just by the slapping and squelching sound.

“Y/N, I’m coming,” he moans and you just nod quickly, because you’re coming too and you can’t even speak anymore. You lean forward to hug him tightly while you’re shaking and spasming and you can see his cock throb and pump inside you. Your ears are ringing and it almost feels like the whole room is spinning with how strong your orgasm was. 

You finally start coming to your senses so you just slump against him. You're both sweaty and sticky but it also feels kinda nice. He reaches for the blanket and pulls it over both of you so that you won't get cold and it somewhat warms your heart a little. You were already almost starting to get worried about things becoming awkward between you, but when you look up on his face, he’s smiling kindly at you and you know everything will be okay. Maybe even… 

“You know Y/N,” he chuckles. “I must say, I like living with you a lot more than I expected I would, but now that I have had you in my bed…It kinda feels like you belong here,” he says and snuggles you tighter to his chest. 

Yeah, you think. Maybe, indeed. 

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[cloverdaisies]

➸ GINGERBREAD MAN ︶꒷꒦︶ ๋࣭ ⭑

DAY 1 OF TBZ ADVENT CALENDAR ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚 {🧣 } ➸ description: a late night stroll through the xmas markets with boyfriend!younghoon, carols being sung in the distance, the smell of freshly baked gingerbread men and children building snowmen nearby; the feeling of christmas. ⋆⁺. ︶꒷꒦︶ ︶꒷꒦︶ ︶꒷꒦︶ ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

➸ member: younghoon x you ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚.

➸ genre: fluff ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚.

➸ word count: 800 approx. ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚.

⋆⁺. ︶꒷꒦︶ ︶꒷꒦︶ ︶꒷꒦︶ ₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆𐙚

♫ it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas, everywhere you go… ☕️ ₊❅⋆ ⛸️ ♫

Snow fell from the sky above like soft stars drifting down to the ground, glistening over the pavements as a choir all wrapped in wooly scarves sang songs of a traditional christmas with ruby red noses and jovial smiles. The bakers had lined up goods from christmas cakes to mince pies, as small businesses brewed hearty soups and sold hot chocolates to a crowd smothered in whipped cream and marshmallows.

You looked up at Younghoon, the cold air nipping at his cheeks making them glow with a shade of rosy pink as his eyes lit up with the rows of fairy lights reflecting his dark brown iris. He’d noticed you staring, turning to look at you with a smile and a laugh - his breath turning to a white smoke in the cold air.

“You put that whipped cream to shame.” He poked fun at you admiring his features, squeezing your hand in reassurance as he made the horrendous joke.

“That is possibly fighting for the worst thing you’ve ever said.” You choked on your words in shock, at just how appalling his jokes were, despite you secretly loving how cheesy they could be.

Younghoon quickly took a diversion spotting a particular small cabin-like stall amongst the rows of similar builds, selling snow globes that lit prettily. He tended to have an eye for things that were sentimental, littering your home with decorations that reminded him of your favorite times together.

“We can put this on the mantelpiece.” He smiled at one that depicted father Christmas and his reindeers flying soundly above a small village - when he shook it the houses lit up and snow whirled around the scene.

“We can!” You laughed at how cute the gesture was, he took so much pride in the mantelpiece above the log fire where he’d bought expensive frames for all your pictures and placed them all neatly divided.

Once he’d bought everything pretty he could find from each stall, picking out everything you’d looked at twice - despite you telling him not to. He took your hand and brought you to the small café that had been set up. There was a wood burner fire set up in the corner next to two armchairs, where you both sat with hot chocolate warming your hands around the sides of the ceramic material.

“So I was thinking, home alone 1 and 2 when we get back in?” Younghoon asked causing you to look up from your prettily decorated cup, you couldn’t help but noticed the dot of whipped cream sat on his nose and giggle. He looked at you confused, before you reached across to wipe it off as he chuckled in embarrassment.

“I think you’re the one that’s whipped now pal. Anddd… absolutely.” You both laughed at the joke before letting a comfortable silence fall across the scene, as you both looked at each other across the table.

He looked at you across the table with a smile, his hair parted in perfect curtains and his smile lighting up the entire room with a pure kind of joy that couldn’t easily be replicated. The blues sounds of Frank Sinatra filled the room, the blissful lyrics filling the cozy room. Everything was just perfect this year, he was perfect.

He leaned across the table gently gesturing a kiss on the lips, reminding you of how unrescuseably in love you were with him. Younghoon was your place of safety, your feeling of home. As the snow feel around you, the room filled with laughter and joy, everything just felt as if it froze in time - for just a moment as your lips touched his, light as a feather it was if the sound of a camera snapping in your mind preserving the memory forever.

At home you’d build the Christmas tree and listen to all the iconic festive tunes from over the decades, as Younghoon swayed and hummed along to the music - not forgetting to lift you up so you could put the star on the tree. You’d watch both the good home alone movies and cuddle warmly beneath the blankets until you both felt sleepy and eventually fell asleep sprawled out across the couch as the credits rolled in the background. It was moments like these that made Christmas so special. He made everything so special.

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a/n: hello festive daisies! it’s been a while since i’ve written some absolutely disgusting fluff & writing this made me feel so warm stg deserving of day 1 of my tbz calendar! ik very short but if im gonna survive 24 days this what we’re going for <3 enjoy!!

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[aimeecarreros]

KIM YOUNGHOON [SSTBZ] 'Bad Luck' Limited Theme Card Mood Sampler

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[blizzardfluffykpop]

Broken Belts

Summary: Of course, the one day you decide to take it out for a spin, your classic car decides the repairs you were avoiding need immediate maintenance. Leading to you needing to head to a garage to fix them.

Oneshot

Fluff, Strangers to Dating, Fast burn?

Possible Warning?: Referring to a car as ‘Baby’.

Word Count: 4,956

‘Old-School’ Mechanic! Younghoon X Reader

[Long a/n w/info to go: If you’re changing your serpentine belt when it’s past due as you will do here, pls change the pulleys too- but rn you will not do that :) Very simplified car terminology: crankshaft: rotates pistons which runs the engine, alternator: keeps the battery charged, power steering: helps you turn easily, idler: keeps the engine running while it’s ‘sitting’, and water pump runs water throughout the system. Serpentine belt: The belt that keeps all the pulleys (that are attached to above terms) in time with each other, can be one or multiple. In this fic there will be two: A power steering serpentine belt & an air conditioning belt. Lastly, the two cars featured are a: ‘70 Boss 302 Mustang and a ‘71 Maverick. Lastly but not least; a special thanks to @jinkoh for helping inspire another Younghoon fic.].

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You knew better. You swore you knew better, but even with the loud squealing of the serpentine belt, you still kept driving it. Because, of course, it wouldn’t break before you had time to change it. After all, it was just the first few days of summer. You wanted to enjoy the weekend with your Boss 302 Mustang, whether or not it was screaming. You’d replace them during the week when you had the time, but this was the first weekend, so it’d be fine. Your air conditioning had been malfunctioning recently, but in your mind, it was because the car was fifty-some years old. You just rolled the windows down and enjoyed the weather. Maybe, if it was a newer car, the computer would be screaming at you now to see a specialist. But that was the pleasure of older cars. You never had to deal with extra lights telling you the exact mileage when to do things. You could do it at your leisure, and like the serpentine belt, you’d fix it at your leisure.

So, with that thought in mind, at the turn of the green light, you slammed on the gas, the car roaring as you sped down the route ten miles over the speed limit. Your car needed to feel the breeze, even if it meant a ticket. You laugh as you continue down the sunset strip. It feels good to be behind the wheel after two seasons of waiting. You make it through two more green lights before hitting another red light. You pout and wait for it to turn green as you notice you're the only one waiting at the intersection. When the light changes, you get on it again, flying through the intersection. 

You start turning your wheel to follow the curve when you hear a ‘snap’ sound over your radio. Your eyes widen as you lose power steering. Maybe it was good that your daily driver told you when to change things. “No, no, you promised me a nice weekend. Come on, baby.” You gulp as the wheel gets harder to turn. You make it past the curve, throwing your four-ways on, and a hundred feet after it, manage to pull it over onto the side of the road. You check it’s clear before popping the hood, getting out of the car, and shutting the door. You slip your fingers between the grill and opening and move the latch to the side, lifting up the hood, praying it isn’t one of the belts. You raise it until you can put the prop inside the slot. You let the hood rest on it before looking over the engine before locking eyes with the two-belt pulley system. It was the reason why you were avoiding repairing it this weekend. It was rotten to deal with one, but two? That's nightmare fuel. You look at the air conditioning belt and see it’s intact even though it’s dry-rotted. You sigh in relief before checking the power steering belt and watch as it falls off and onto the ground. You look up to the sky before shaking your head, “Well… I definitely can’t make it home, but I can get it to a garage at least.” 

You get on your knees and grab the fallen belt. You check it over to see the clean snap and dry rot. And shake your head again, “There goes my nice weekend.” With a sigh, “I know, I know it’s my fault. I should have fixed you the second I heard your squealing. But I’ll fix you now, baby. It’s okay.” You look for the dimension numbers as you listen to the soft breeze. You hum as you type them on your phone as someone zooms past you reminding you you're still stuck on the road in the middle of nowhere. You lift the hood off the prop, locking it in place. You lower the hood down gently and let it drop the rest of the way. It clicks in place, and you get back inside your car. 

You look up the nearest garages, looking for one with spaces to rent and a mechanic experienced in older automobiles. And luckily, the closest happens to be Younghoon’s Garage, an automotive repair shop. You read further to see he specializes in classic car maintenance and dabbles in the newer stuff. And that he allows for people to rent out garage spaces to work on their car. You sigh in relief. It was going to be okay. You didn’t have to deal with an inexperienced mechanic telling you how to work on your car. Nor did you have to worry about letting someone work on your baby, either. 

You call up the garage and hear the voice of a person around your age answer, “Younghoon’s garage; what can I help you with?” You gulp your nervousness back; it's probably just the mechanic’s son taking the call. “Uh, I need to rent a garage today.” He hums on the other line, “Okay~ I have three available. Feel free to bring your car down any time today before six, or I won’t be able to let you in.” You thank him and tell him you’re two miles away and you’ll be there soon. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You hang up and place the belt on the floor. You turn your car over, pressing in the clutch, scolding your car, “Now, don’t give me any more troubles until we get to the shop, baby.” You shift it down to first, release the handbrake, and give it some gas before checking to see it’s clear. You grit your teeth as you turn the wheel to get it on the road before heading to the garage. 

You couldn’t be happier to see the old-fashioned neon sign saying, “Younghoon’s Garage.” You groan as you turn the wheel, putting everything into it just to make it turn left. As you pull in, you see someone leaning against the entryway of a garage door. His hair is slightly in his eyes as he looks down at the ground. He looks up as you get closer, and you see him for the first time. You’ve never seen someone make a gray denim overshirt and white tee look so good. You huff out a breath as he waves you in, walking to the back of the garage. He guides you onto the lift, and if you weren’t struggling behind the wheel, you would have been stunned by his pretty smile. When he motions for you to stop, you tiredly put it into park, putting the handbrake down before turning it off. You shake your hands, getting the feeling back in them after gripping the wheel tightly to maneuver it. 

You open your door and get out to see him waiting for you. He greets you with a warm smile, and you smile back as you shut the door behind you, “Hi, I’m (Y/n).” And he smiles, “Nice to meet you, I’m Younghoon.” You stop your jaw from dropping and tell him it’s nice to meet him, too. You didn’t expect him to be the owner. He looks at your car, “Your belt was squealing.” You sigh, “I know…” He shrugs as he laughs, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Did the power steering belt snap? It looked like you were struggling to turn it.” You nod, and he pats your shoulder, “I’m glad you got here safe then.” You sigh, “Me too.” He smiles and tells you, “Anyways, the garage is all yours to use! If you need parts or anything. Feel free to see my office.” He points to the door that leads out of the garage. He gives you one last smile before leaving, and you smile back.

You roll down the garage door, not wanting to deal with the slight breeze blowing inside while you’re working. You prop the hood up and head to the toolboxes, looking for the sockets and wrenches. You take the socket wrench with you and test the sockets against the bolt until you find the right size. And with ease, you loosen the idler pulley. You ratchet it back into place after removing the belt. You read the dimensions and write it down on your phone before heading to Younghoon's office. You open the door and find he’s nowhere to be found. You look down at the counter, trying to figure out what to do. When you see a ripped sheet of notebook paper, “(Y/n), if you need me, I’m in the garage two doors down!” You smile, not expecting his penmanship to be so pretty. You walk out the front door and hear the loud sounds of an air ratchet. You follow them to the garage he told you he’d be in. And see him pulling a back tire off of a Maverick. You take the sight in momentarily before reminding yourself that you’re here to work on your vehicle, not admire the shop owner. You come up to him, and before you can say anything, he rolls the tire up against the wall and sees you first. “Hey, (Y/n)! Whatcha ya need?” You smile, “My belts, but I can wait for you to finish this up.” He shakes his head, wipes his hands off on a white towel, and gets off the roller, “No need! I have another hour to replace the brakes on this Maverick.” You laugh and shrug, “If you say so.” 

He leads you back to the shop, and that’s when you catch the smell of his cologne for the first time. You shake your head; of course, he smells good too. He holds the door open for you and lets you in. He runs his hand through his hair as he asks, “What sizes?” You tell him, and he nods, “I’ll go get them from the back.” You watch him disappear behind the shelving units. He peeks his head out for a second, and you resist smiling about how cute he is as he asks, “Anything else?” You shake your head and tell him, “No, I’m good.” He comes the rest of the way out, and you have to remind your heart that even if looks cute, he’s just doing his job. You thank him as he gently puts them in your hands. He heads out the front door while you head back out the side door to your garage.

After setting the new ones down, you take and toss the old ones into the rubber disposable bin. You find a clean rag and wet it with soap and water to clean off the pulleys. One dirty rag later, everything is cleaned and ready for its new belts. You head to your glovebox and pull out the modified diagram you made when you last replaced the belts. You mutter to yourself, “Next time, I’m getting a serpentine kit, so I only have to fix one belt.” You sigh as you look over your notes before slipping the new power steering belt out of its packaging. You fold and put it away, having already memorized the modified diagram. You slip it underneath the crankshaft pulley, before pulling the belt up to the alternator pulley, and slipping it over it. The easy part is over. You slide it underneath the water pump before moving the belt to where the power steering pulley is to wind it around. You work the belt up to the pulley, and it starts giving you a hard time. It takes two tries before you can muster all of your strength in your hands to force it up and over. You let out a breath of relief and take a break for water, sitting on the shop chair, knowing that the worst belt was over.

You take your time before heading back to the engine. The last step would be easy. All you had to do was get this over and out of this garage, and you’d be set for the next forty to seventy thousand miles if you’d play your cards right. You sigh as you pull the big belt out of its packaging and play with it, debating if your car was worth the trouble. You shake your head, deciding to do it, checking your diagram one last time before slipping the belt under the crankshaft pulley. After several minutes of struggling, you finally get the belt over the idler pulley. You grumble at it before attempting to push it over the a/c pulley. You try several more times but continue to come up short, just getting it to skim the top of it, not being able to push it over. You decide to let it go, thinking it’ll rest on the idler, and you watch as it slips right off both and onto the ground. 

Having enough, you yell at it, “You gotta be kidding me!” You get down on your knees and pull it off the floor as you hear the office door fly open. You look to see Younghoon rushing out, “I heard you yell! Are you okay!?” You glare at the belt, “I’m okay… just mad at an inanimate object.” He chuckles, “You had me worried there.” After a moment, he gently asks, “Can I help?” You give him a look, “Wouldn’t that cost more…” He shakes his head with a laugh as he tells you, “You’ve already spent three hours here. I’ve got my money's worth.” You chuckle, “I guess so. And only if you want to.” He smiles and comes around to the front beside you, “Which belt are you working on?” You pull your diagram out showing him, “The air conditioning belt.” He nods, looking over it as he memorizes it, “Okay, let’s do it together.” 

He rolls his gray sleeves up before holding his hand out for the belt. You hand it over, and he has you switch sides. He reaches his arm down and slips it under the crankshaft pulley. When he lifts his head, he compliments you, “You did well on the other belt!” You thank him, and he lets you pull it over the idler, and with a struggle, you push it over. His arm brushes yours as he reaches for the belt, “You hold it tight on the idler, and I’ll try to push it over the AC, okay?” You nod and clasp your hand over it so it doesn’t move off of the pulley. And with a grunt, he shoves it over, and your jaw drops before you go, “I loosened it up for you.” He looks over at you, and he winks, “Sure.” You look away to hide your fluster making a show of picking up your socket wrench. And he asks, “What size do you have so we can make this job go quicker?” You tell him, and he walks away as you start tightening down the bolts. He leans down beside you, putting his arm inside to tighten the crankshaft pulley. As you bump his side, you look over at him and give him an awkward smile, and he laughs as he does the same. You both continue bumping into each other until it’s all set in place, exchanging little smiles each time. 

Once it’s all seated in place and perfect, he goes, “Start ‘er up!” You grin, and he backs up from the front as you hop inside and turn it over, giving it some gas until it roars. You pop out, and he goes, “Well, it hasn’t come flying off yet. So I think we did a good job.” You smile, “I think so too!” You both get closer, looking over the engine, watching the two belts spin around the pulleys. You step back, and he raises his hand up, you smile as you give him a high five, and he smiles back. You head back inside your car and turn it off. When you pop back out, he asks, “What do you say to takeout?” You blink at him, “Huh?” He tells you, “You’ve been here for almost three and a half hours and haven’t eaten. And I’m quite hungry for dinner. So, what do you say to takeout?” You shake your head, “You don’t have to-” He shakes his head back at you, “No, you’ve worked your ass off to get this thing here, and then you had to struggle with these belts. So what would you like?” You smile, “Something delicious.” He nods, “I know just the place. You get everything cleaned up, and I’ll order, okay?” You nod, “Sounds good.” 

He heads to his office while you put all the tools you’ve borrowed away into their proper places. Throwing the dirty rag into a bucket for rags before heading back to your car and lifting the hood up off the prop, setting that down first before you shut the hood. You head to his office to see him bringing a chair in for you to sit on and hold your hands out, “Got anywhere to wash my hands?” He nods, “Yeah,” he moves from behind his desk and shows you to it. “Feel free to use it how you like.” You nod and give him a small, “Thanks!” You make your way back just as he’s placing the bags of food down. He hears you walking towards him and goes, “Just in time~” You smile and walk over as you figure out whose box is which. 

As you eat, you think about what to say to him. When it hits you, you tell him, “You know, I thought you were an old man.” He tilts his head at you as he leans back, “Why’s that?” You laugh, “You pretty much work only on classic cars. And when you answered, I thought I was talking to the owner's son or something.” He runs his hand through his hair as his lips press together, “Oh, I hope it was a pleasant surprise.” You laugh, “Yeah, it was nice.” He smiles, and after a pause, he says, “You know, we’re a little odd?” You ask, “Why’s that?” And he tells you, “We both like working on old cars.” You shake your head, “I guess we are a little odd.” You both giggle, and he claps his hands together, which makes you laugh even harder. Finding it endearing, the words, “So cute,” slip out before you can stop them. Your eyes go wide, and you quickly look down, digging into your food, acting as if your food made you say it. You don’t see his ears turn red, but you feel his stare on you as you eat, yet he doesn’t say anything. So you figure he just brushed it off. After a few moments of silence, he says, “You know I’ve never worked on a Boss until today.” You gasp, finally looking up at him, “What about ridden in one?” He shakes his head, “Never. Only ever seen them at car shows.” You smile as you tell him, “I guess we’ll have to change that. What do you say we take my car for a test drive after this?” He grins, “I’d like that.” You eat another bite, and he asks, “What do you say to ice cream?” You smile, “I’d like that. It'll be my treat for helping me.” He smiles, “Okay, and I’ll guide you to it while you show me what your baby can do~” You grin, “Okay!” 

When you’ve both finished eating, you clean up your trash and toss it in the can. He clicks the button for the garage and leads you out, “I’ll have to shut from inside, but I’ll guide you off, okay?” You nod and head to your car. Hopping in, you turn it over, checking the door is fully up before you start easing the car off the lift, looking over to the side to see him motioning you. You gulp as you hear your back tires hit the ramp, and he smiles at you, encouraging you to keep going. You get your car off the lift and onto the pavement outside and watch as the garage door shuts in front of you. He comes out of the shop with his keys in hand, and you pop the door open for him, “Hi.” He smiles, “Hi.” You watch as he sinks into the seat, his knees practically to his chest. And you both laugh before you say, “You can put the seat back.” He scoots the chair and leans it back. And with a sigh, he says, “That's a lot more comfortable.” You shake your head, still laughing, “I bet.” Making sure his seatbelt is on, you ask, “Ready?” He smirks, “Born ready.” 

You reverse until you can spin it around and drive onto the main route. Instead of hearing the squealing, you hear the gentle roar of your motor. And he tells you, “It already sounds better.” You smile at him as you shift into first gear, “It does.” You smoothly transition from second to third gear as you get up to speed. He relaxes in the seat as he watches you drive, and you feel excitement as you race down the road. You pat the wheel, “That’s it, baby~” Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smiling at you, “What?” He shrugs his shoulders, “Nothing.” You ask, “You sure?” He smiles, “You just look good behind the wheel.” You blush, “Is that so?” He hums, “Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything else, and you both listen to the radio, unsure of what else to say. 

You shift it into fourth as the speed limit finally reaches seventy. And he lets out a little cheer, and you grin over at him, and he asks, “How fast can it go?” You smirk, “Wanna find out?” He nods excitedly, and you check behind you to see an empty street. You look at him with a smirk before slamming down on the gas and taking off. You watch as you fly up to eighty, quickly hitting ninety. You grin as you push a hundred, “It can go faster if you’re up for it?” As you take a glimpse at him, you see his sparkling eyes, “Hell yeah!” Your grip on the wheel gets tighter as you watch the road more intensely, and just as you hit 110, you see headlights coming towards you. You ease up on the gas as you pout, “We could have hit a hundred and thirty…” Your speed quickly drops, and he says, “Well if it’s any consultation-” You look over at him as your gauge drops back down to a safe seventy, “Hmm?” He grins, putting his hand over your other hand that’s now resting on the shifter, and links his fingers through yours, “That was the coolest experience I’ve had in months!” You giggle at him, “I’m glad you enjoyed it~” He smiles as he tells you, “And we’re about an intersection from the ice cream place.” You grin, “That’s even better news!” You slow down further as you get through the intersection. You notice his hand still over yours and squeeze his fingers as you shift down. He tells you to turn left as you shift into second. With one hand, you spin the wheel left and pull into the ice cream stand. You pull in, put into park, and look at his hand. He gasps as he quickly removes it from yours, and you resist your pout until he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was-” You shake your head, “I liked it.” 

You get out of the car and offer him your hand, and he smiles as he links his hand in yours. You order your ice creams and pay for them before heading to the pickup line. You both talk quietly as you wait in front of the window. The person behind the window asks, “One cone and one sundae?” You both nod and take yours and some napkins before walking away, “Where do you want to sit?” He looks at the tree close to the car, “Underneath the tree?” You smile, “Sounds good to me.” You sit side by side underneath the tree while the sun slowly starts setting in the sky, and you ask, “So, what do you like to do for fun?” He smiles, “Watch movies and play video games.” You nod as you eat another bite of ice cream, and he asks, “What about you?” You smile as you tell him before asking, “Got any pets?” His eyes twinkle as he tells you about Bori and shows you photos of her. You grin, “She’s so cute!” He smiles, “The cutest.” 

You two continue talking until you finish your ice cream. You get up together and throw away your trash. “Since you’ve never worked on one or rode in one before. Have you driven one?” He shakes his head no, and you ask, “Do you want to?” He blinks, “Seriously?” You hum before you ask, “You’ve driven a manual before, right?” He nods, and you smile as you hold your keys out to him, “I trust you.” He takes them in his hands, “You sure?” You agree as you head to the passenger side, “It’s not often I get to sit over here.” He looks at you over the roof, “Well, today’s your lucky day then.” You grimace before you say, “Overall, yeah.” He laughs, “Maybe not entirely. But how about right now?” You smirk, “It's better cause you're here.” He laughs as he sits down and shakes his head at you. He has to push the seat back again as you adjust your seat to have a straighter back. You both shut your doors and put on your seatbelts before he looks over at you and turns it over, giving it a little gas before it roars to life. 

He lets up on the handbrake and engages the clutch, letting it slide into first. You watch him as he sticks his tongue out while he pulls out of the parking spot to concentrate. You giggle as you look at him, and he looks over at you and winks. You shake your head, and he pulls onto the road and shifts into second, quickly changing into third, then fourth as he gets it up to seventy. When he’s comfortable driving, no longer concentrating, you bump his hand that’s resting above the shifter. He grins over at you and takes your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. 

You look at your joined hands and wonder how today went from rotten to wonderful. But as you trail your eyes up to his, “It was because of you.” He gives you an odd look, “Huh?” And you smile, “You made my day go from rotten to wonderful.” He squeezes your fingers, “My day was boring before you showed up.” You laugh, “Is that because I gave you something to do?” He shakes his head, “No. It’s not often someone as pretty as you walks into my shop.” You pout, “How often is not often?” He smiles, “Well, considering I’ve only seen you once? Once.” You roll your eyes, “Smooth,” but grin as you watch the streetlights fly past you. 

You let his hand go so he can shift down when you see the shop in the distance. And before your hand can completely part from his, his pinky catches yours. You giggle as he shifts with your hand still partially in his. He slows down and parks in front of the garage you were in before. When you have to get out of the car, it’s his turn to pout as he shuts off your car. “What?” You ask as you shut the door behind you, “I still want to hold your hand.” You laugh as you hold your hand out for him to take again, “Okay.” He takes your hand in his and leads you to the shop door. He unlocks it and turns the light on before walking to his desk and sitting on his shop chair. 

He asks you to sit down in yours, and you do, before you ask, “So, how much do I owe you?” He looks back at you, “I don’t feel like it’s right to charge you after we just went on a date…” You roll your eyes, “Before that, I was just a regular customer.” He shakes his head, “Regular customers are old gearheads…” You laugh, “So does that make me special, or do you invite them to eat dinner with you too?” His face twists up in disgust as you cackle, “Ew…” You ask again, “Anyways, what’s the total?” He sighs, “$80…” You roll your eyes, “The real total…” He shakes his head, “I only charge $27 an hour.” “Really? Even for the parts?” He shakes his head, “I can’t charge you for them when I helped you.” You give him a confused look, “But you only helped me with one…” He shrugs, “And?” You blink at him, “Why?” He grins, “Because you’re cute.” You shake your head at him, “I don’t know how you stay in business.” He smirks, “Probably because you never came in before.” You blush, and with your free hand, you fish out your card and shove it into the card reader. “What if I want to charge you something?” He blinks at you, “What do you mean?” You grin as you ask, “A date with me on Friday?” He gives you a small smile, “I would go on a date with you for free…” You shrug, “Okay, so free of charge, what do you say to date with me on Friday?” He grins, “I’d love to.”

#younghoon #younghoon x reader #younghoon fluff #kim younghoon #kim younghoon x reader #kim younghoon fluff #younghoon x you #younghoon x y/n #kim younghoon x you #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #the boyz x you #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz fluff #tbz x you #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop fluff #younghoon fanfic #younghoon fic #the boyz fanfic #the boyz fic #tbz fanfic #tbz fic #younghoon the boyz #younghoon tbz #mechanic au #kpop fanfic

[ikeuverse]

always surprising | younghoon

tbz!younghoon x fem!reader

gender: fluff, maybe funny

warnings: none in this chapter

wc: 1776

notes: my soul connection sent me some pictures of younghoon and asked me to write something. ok, that's not even close to the plot i thought (i want to improve on this next time) but i decided to post this today because my mind thought of something cute and for a sunday end, this is super cozy. hope you like it!

✧ m.list ✧

Being in a relationship with Kim Younghoon was wonderful and consequently having surprises throughout the days, weeks and even months.

You could tell you had gotten used to some unusual request from the guy after work, or simply when he got home and saw him with a backpack on his shoulders on Friday night.

“Let's go to the beach this weekend” he would smile so excited that you could only laugh.

“But Hoon…”

"I already arranged what we need, you just agree".

It was impossible to say no. Even because he always had the best ideas and you, a girlfriend without much creativity and much love in your heart, agreed with everything he proposed to do. And this went on for six long years. Walking through the city streets at night with a coffee in your right hand and Youngoon's fingers intertwined with yours on your left hand.

Seeing the guy rent a motorbike and put the helmet on his head after he swore he knew how to ride it - with some lessons given by Sunwoo, but he didn't want you to know that as he was about to climb on the pillion.

“What if I fall from here?” Younghoon's fingers went through the clasp of the helmet to make sure it was securely fastened on his head.

"You won't" he laughed, kissing your lips sweetly right after "Just hold me tight around my waist, you can squeeze me because I won't let go of you."

When had he gotten so bold with words? Because Younghoon's attitudes were always surprising.

With so many things he did, even the beachside proposal with Jacob playing guitar as the soundtrack – the last minute song because Younghoon had forgotten his boom box, everyone had had too much to drink and Bae was the only one sober to to be able to help with the surprise – but even so, you had loved. And once again Kim Younghoon doing everything for you.

So many things that you felt like the luckiest woman in the world just to have someone like Hoonie by your side. And yet, inevitably, negative thoughts plagued your mind. If he does everything for you, how about giving back? You could do something at least once since he's always done so much. Being up front at least once and giving your – now – husband a surprise was the bare minimum after years of relationship.

And it was with that in mind that you wanted to surprise him before the guy left work. Not that you had never done anything for Younghoon in those years, but compared to him, his work in surprising was nothing short of paltry! He had the best ideas and was always one step ahead, so this time it had to be you. It was your turn to be there waiting for him with a cardboard holder with his favorite coffee while the cell phone application beeps, confirming the purchase of tickets for tonight's cinema. A movie away from home, something different before going back to the apartment and making dinner together. Maybe a recipe you had saved on the internet and he helped you measure the ingredients… Cooking with Younghoon always ended up in mess and lots of love. You wanted it that night.

Just didn't count on the rain that had formed.

"Shit. A thousand times shit” your voice cursed along with lightning as the droplets started hitting your hair. Your biggest struggle was trying to protect the coffees you had bought since hadn't brought an umbrella. But also, a lot of time buying movie tickets didn't have a minute left to see how the weather would be that end of the day?

“Come on Hoon, I hope it won't take long to leave…” the voice low and huddled in the corner of the only establishment across the street that had enough coverage that the coffee wouldn't get wet, at least. Your hair could dry in the movie theater bathroom, that was the least of her problems.

If not for the cell phone vibrating.

What if the following message wasn't from Younghoon.

I hope I'm seeing things, you thought to yourself looking through the notification bar of a screen with raindrops.

I'm on my way home, baby. I hope you're waiting for me with the bed really warm.

What? He was… Going home? So Younghoon had already left work without having seen you up front, how was that possible? Either he had left too early or he really hadn't seen you huddled against the rain and kissed goodbye to two cups of coffee that practically didn't exist anymore.

You didn't know if you were really crying or if the rain had already taken care of wetting you all over, just bothering to throw the coffee away and head home. You weren't sad with Younghoon, ever, but with yourself for not paying attention to the details of the weather. Like it was going to rain and you even saw it? It wasn't possible that nothing in the sky had indicated a – near – storm.

The way to your apartment was never so long and painful. You dragged yourself all the way with heavy and wet clothes, slight sniffles from the crying that did not stop coming out. How to explain to him what had happened? Because your cell phone had four calls from Younghoon, no doubt wanting to know where you were in the rain if not the apartment you two shared.

Your breath hitched in a sigh as you exited the elevator and walked the long steps to the front door of where you two lived. There he was, and no doubt with a worried look waiting for you.

"Sweetheart? Oh my God, what happened?" Younghoon ran out of the kitchen to meet you as soon as you arrived. When he took the bag off your shoulders and tried to help you undress with your coat, you collapsed. The crying came stronger accompanied by a few sobs “Are you okay? Tell me what happened, please.”

In addition to helping you take off all your wet clothes, he wouldn't stop hugging you. Little did he care if he got wet too. Younghoon didn't want to let go of you until you heard your voice, which came as a whisper.

“I don't know how to do anything right” you said between the bending of his neck in the middle of the tight hug that your husband didn't want to let go of.

“Don't say that” Younghoon stopped you then, pulling away to see your face closer. In a second he had already wiped away your tears and managed to dry your face with the sleeve of the dress shirt he was wearing “Was it at work? Did they tell you something that wasn't nice?"

“I just wish… I just wish…” you tried to take a deep breath and not cry even more after Younghoon rested his forehead on yours. Both breaths mingling with the intention that his calm breathing would make yours calm as well. And it had worked for a while, you stopped crying long enough to finish saying "I wanted to surprise you."

“Surprise for me?” Younghoon kept his eyes closed, his thumbs cupping your cheekbones to caress the icy skin freshly wet from tears and rain.

“I went to your work, bought coffee and tickets for the movie you said you wanted to see last week” your hands roamed Younghoon's long and strong arms, slowly sliding until you found his hands on your face “Just I forgot to see that today it was going to rain and I didn’t take an umbrella.”

“Oh baby” he chuckled softly, stopping the second he heard you cry again “Hey, don't cry…”

“I just wanted to surprise you once” a low sob “Because in years you've always done everything for me and I just wanted… Once… Damn…”

“Y/n, sweetheart” was a low blow when he called you that, you know, but giving in to the charms of the man in front of you was practically earned when he kissed your lips with such affection “You amaze me every day for the simple fact of existing.”

"What?"

“Seriously” he pulled back a little to get a better look at you “Surprise me by texting during the day to see how I'm doing. Or surprise me with my decorated snack jars, always with a little message for lunch” he smiled broadly “Do you think anyone over there has such a devoted wife?” you couldn't deny it, indeed.

“I just wanted to do something different like you do every week for both of us.”

“But I only do it to repay how amazing you are to me every day, without even measuring any effort” if Younghoon had to conquer you every day, the highest peak of today would be now, with that intense look on your face direction “You've done everything for me since the first day we met. And when you gave me that box of grape juice, I promised myself that I would do everything to surprise you every day for the rest of my life. Or I would be crazy not to.”

“You're really crazy” your hands palmed Younghoon's chest lightly, sliding down the collar of his shirt as he pulled you by the waist against your body.

"For you? Of course” he smiled before sliding his lips close to yours “But you really surprised me today, much more than cinema and coffee.”

"What? Why did I take a rain shower?” you laughed for the first time after the little disaster that had happened. Younghoon vehemently denied, squeezing his fingers around your waist more intensely.

“Because I never thought that being soaked in rainwater and wearing formal clothes would look so much more attractive than you already are” you wanted to pinch that nose and pinch that cute little mole it had just for making your cheeks burn. And before you could say anything else, Younghoon kissed your lips so softly that you wouldn't even have time to complain when he picked you up in his arms “And after a shower in the rain, we need to take a shower so we don't catch a cold. Even because you wet me too, don't you think?"

You looked at the wet chest covered by the dress shirt, knowing that it wasn't intentional, but at the same time how attractive he had been just straining his muscles by having you in his arms.

“Then take me to the bath, Kim Younghoon.”

“At your service, Kim Y/n” he kissed you one more time before walking to your shared room.

#younghoon au #younghoon fluff #younghoon x reader #younghoon x you #kim younghoon au #kim younghoon fluff #the boyz au #tbz au #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #younghoon scenarios #younghoon fic #younghoon headcanons #the boyz headcanons

[sunfleursgarden]

THE BOYZ MASTERLIST! ☆

𓄹 ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ 𓄹 ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ 𓄹 ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ 𓄹 ⊹   ᳝ ࣪⠀.  ִ  ་  ּ 𓄹 ⊹ 

Lee Sangyeon

— nothing to see yet.

Jacob Bae

— nothing to see yet.

Kim Younghoon

— nothing to see yet.

Lee Jaehyun

— nothing to see yet.

Lee Juyeon

us against the world paring: ex! juyeon x fem! reader synopsis: After running away from his proposal, all Juyeon could ever think about was where it all went wrong. Showing up to your house with a heavy heart is something you weren’t ready for. But Juyeon is certain that he wants you in his life, you were simply hesitant.

Kevin Moon

— nothing to see yet.

Choi Chanhee

— nothing to see yet.

Ji Changmin

— nothing to see yet.

Ju Haknyeon

— nothing to see yet.

Kim Sunwoo

LOVE WITHOUT NOTICE (SERIES) — From fake dating to realizing that his heart was capable of being in love, this story will take you on a thrilling journey between two bestfriends who discovered that love is so much more than what people say. Will they find their happily ever after? (wanna be added to the taglist? click here)

Eric Sohn

— nothing to see yet.

#kpop #the boyz #tbz #the boyz fic #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #the boyz au #lee sangyeon #jacob bae #kim younghoon #lee jaehyun #hyunjae #lee juyeon #kevin moon #choi chanhee #new #q #ji changmin #ju haknyeon #juhaknyeon #kim sunwoo #sunwoo #eric sohn #smut #sangyeon smut #jacob smut #younghoon smut #hyunjae smut #juyeon smut #kevin smut

[panjakes]

Back stabber

Parings:YunhoxBlackreader

Summary: Yunho was quite literally crazy for you, and unfortunately , you fount out to late

Yunho and you had been friends since childhood. Connected at the hip your mother would always say. You two were inseparable even still in your adulthood. You two had separate friend groups but we’re still very close it made your friends jealous of how close and cute your friendship really was.

Yunho loved your friendship. But he wanted more. Always did. You were the stars,the sky, the moon, the sun, earth and Venues to him. He loved you so much it hurt.

His heart would shatter any time his friends came around and flirted with you and you flirted back. Whenever he flirted with you, you’d just laugh.

Little did you know, he was serious.

“Yn when are you going to let me take you on a date?” Wooyoung asks

“Yeh right! As if she’d allow you to take her ANY where” Yunho says

“Stop being a cockblock” Wooyoung scoffs

“Not being a cockblock it’s the truth” Yunho says shrugging with a smirk

“You just want her to yourself” Wooyoung says rolling his eyes

“So what? She’s my bestfriend” Yunho says

“Yeah bestfriend not your girlfriend so stop hogging her” Wooyoung responds making Yunho scoff and shake his head

You’d just chuckle wrapping your arm around Yunho’s. The small but friendly gesture made his heart race.

“It’s okay Wooyoung. Yunho is just a overprotective bestfriend” you’d say

“Or maybe he’s jealous of our love” Wooyoung says smirking grabbing your hand from across the table

“I hope not” you say smirking before the two of you fell out laughing

“Really? In front of my face?” Yunho asks

“Yunho learn how to take a joke” Wooyoung says getting up from the table

As he walked away Yunho burned holes in his back

“Stop glaring at him” you’d say slapping his arm

“I can’t. Why do you two always flirt?” Yunho asks

“It’s fun” you say shrugging

“Not for him?! Wooyoung might actually like you” Yunho says

“Yunho be quiet. Wooyoung isn’t even my type” you says

“He better not be” Yunho says

“And if he was? What are you gonna do? Beat me up?” You asks

“Yup!!” Yunho says grabbing you putting you into a headlock

“Ah! Yunho stopppp! Your gonna mess up my silk press!” You shout trying to pull away

“Say you love me!” He says smirking

“Ah! I hate you!!” You shout only making her make the headlock tighter

“Ah! Okay okay! I love you!” You say

“Knew you did” he says smirking

“Ugh your so childish! Grow up!” You say pulling out a comb to comb your hair. When you realize you didn’t have a mirror you got up to go to the bathroom

While you were away Wooyoung came back.

“Dude you seriously need to stop being so protecting over Yn. She’s grown she can handle herself” Wooyoung says sipping from his cup

“Sorry I’m protective over my girlfriend” Yunho says making wooyoung do a spit take

“Girlfriend?!” He asks

“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone but I don’t like you two flirting” Yunho says

“Shit! I’m sorry dude if I knew you two were together I wouldn’t have flirted with her” Wooyoung says

“Well now you know” Yunho says

“Yunho I’ll kill you! Fuck up my hair again and it’s me and you” you say taking your previous seat

“Won’t happen again” Yunho smirks putting his arm around your shoulders

You look at his hand with a frown

“I’ll bite you” you say calmly making wooyoung laugh

“Playing hard to get I see” Yunho says smirking

“Ewww” you say mushing him away.

The next and final time Yunho decided something needed to be done about your actions was when he was stalking you.

You weren’t really into the gym life or exercising so you went on a morning jog twice a week. You usually jogged 2.5 miles around the local high school track field.

There was a few trees in the yard and Yunho would sit by one and watch as you jogged.

The morning sunlight beaming down on your thick sweaty body and face. Your freshly pressed hair pulled into ponytail swaying behind you.

He couldn’t help but stare at you bitting down on his lips. You wore a black Nike sports bra, that your breast spilt out of, with matching black Nike track shorts.

You were so sexy to Yunho. He just wanted you to be his.

His fantasia came crashing down when he noticed a man jogging very closely behind you. You didn’t notice him because of your AirPods blasting nicki minaj’s pink Friday album in your ears.

He jogged on the side of you waving a hand in front of your face finally getting your attention

“Yes?” You say

“H-hi I’m younghoon” he says reaching out for a handshake

You hesitantly shake his head surprised at how soft his hand was. He puts his other hand on top of yours causing you to raise a brow.

“I hope I don’t sound like a creep but I notice you come here to Jog every now and then, and your so beautiful” he says with a small smile

Yunho sat up from his comfortable slouching position.

Who the hell is the guy? And why was he making moves on his Yn?

“I know you don’t know me but you seem like such a wonderful woman and I’d like to get to know you” he says shocking you.

Never had a man been so forward with you.

Yunho watched from the distance getting angrier at the fact that another man was so close and so touchy with you.

What really did it was when he wrapped his arms around you. To hug you. To feel your smooth exposed skin. To have his chest to your chest.

He didn’t know who this guy was but Yunho knew he had to get rid of him. Quickly

“He’s your what!?!” Yunho asks

“Quiet he’s not my boyfriend…not yet at least” you say spreading the cherry flavored carmax across your lips.

“Not yet?! You like that Bozo?!” Yunho asks

“And so what if I do?” You ask confusedly

“He’s not the man you need Yn” Yunho says making you chuckle

“And what? You are?” You ask giggling

“I’m exactly the man you need”

Is what Yunho wanted to say. But he didn’t want to come off strong and scare you away

“No, I just don’t think it’s him” Yunho says folding his arms

You giggle turning to Yunho wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down to your level.

“Aw Yunnie!! Don’t be jealous! You’ll always be my bestie to the restie!” You say kissing his cheek.

He then started to plan your future together. But what you said soon knocked him out of his day dream. He didn’t want to be your “bestie to the restie”.

He wanted to be your man. Your husband. Your one and only.

He had to get you to be his. He had been delaying his plans.Now seemed like the perfect time. He just had to get rid of Younghoon and fast.

“Hey Yn” Yunho says smiling

“Yes yunnie” you say fixing your wash and go in the mirror

“Stay right here. I have something for you” Yunho says smiling

You look back a little worried. Yunho didn’t have his usual adorable smile. This smile was creep. Erie. Sinister. Disturbing.

“O-okay. I’ll be here then” you say turning back to the mirror

Yunho nods and runs off somewhere in his house. He came back about five minutes later with his hands behind his back.

“What cha got?” You ask

Yunho’s usual adorable smile had returned.

“Well seeing as I am the bestest bestfriend ever…I got you some things” he says before holding out a lavender color tefler bag

You gasp snatching it from his hands. You had been trying to get said bag for months but could not find that color and you were too stubborn to find a substitute color.

“Oh my gosh Yunnie!! Thank you so much!” You basically shout before leaping into the tall man’s arms

“Ah don’t thank me yet! Open it up” he says smirking

You open it seeing your favorite ice coffee and a Tiffany box. You open the box seeing the most gorgeous bracelet

“Oh my Yunho why? What is all this for?” You ask

“Our bestfriend anniversary is coming up” he says smiling

Your jaw dropped. You hadn’t gotten him anything. But it’s okay. Because he lied. You two don’t even have a bestfriend anniversary. Those were apology gifts. To apologize for what he’s about to do.

“Don’t worry! You still have time to get me something” he says laughing at your facial expression

“Good great!” You say grabbing the coffee cup.

Yunho watched closely as you took one big sip from the cold caramel beverage.

You sigh putting the cup down. Yunho smirks at the half empty cup

“You know me so well, I love you so much Yunho” you say dramaticly fluttering your eyelashes

“I love you more Yn” he says

You grab your phone and keys walking to the door

“Where you going?” Yunho asks

And with that question, you started to feel weird.

Your head started spinning. You felt dizzy and nauseous. You were hot. You did not feel good

“I-I have to meet y-younghoon” you say clutching onto the nearest wall

“Not today love. I’ll be the one meeting younghoon” Yunho says coming into your(dizzy)line of vision. You look back at the cup of coffee then back at Yunho

“W-what did you do to me?” You ask falling to the floor

“Nothing I’ll regret I can assure you. Just get your rest my love” Yunho says kissing your forehead and before you knew it, your eyes were closed.

Yunho sighed before picking up your unconscious limp body holding it to his chest.

“I didn’t want things to come to this. I really didn’t. Now I must deal with Younghoon.” He says trying your body up to his, which would now be your, bed.

Younghoon had been waiting on Yn for an hour. This had to be your 6th date and he was ready to pop the question. For the third time.

You were starting to worry him. He hadn’t even heard from you since earlier.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turns around Confused to see yunho. Why is he here?

“Yunho? Why are you here? Where’s Yn?” Younghoon asks

“In my car. I dropped her off” Yunho says pointing to his car

“Okay” he says slowly following behind Yunho

Younghoon looks at Yunho with a funny look. His car was tinted. Very dark

“Why is your car windows so dark?” Younghoon asks

“For reasons”Yunho says fiddling with the semi-wet cloth in his pocket

“Reasons like?”

“Reasons like this” Yunho quickly presses the cloth on Younghoon’s face.

Younghoon struggled and fought with everything in him.

His fight was slowly coming to an end as he slowly started to fall unconscious.

Yunho threw his body in the backseat of his car. He closed the door before looking around to make sure nobody saw the altercation.

He gets into his car starting it up driving away.

The only thought on his mind? Yn.

Yn wakes up pulling at the tight ropes around her wrist.

“What the fuck is this?” She whispered to herself

She looked around the room seeing she was in Yunho’s bedroom. She couldn’t remember what happened. Why the hell was she tired up?

Just as she goes to pull at the ropes again the bedroom door opens and Yunho walks in slowly.

“Yunho what is this?” Yn asks pulling at the rope

“Precautions” Yunho says going to sit on the bed next to her

“Precautions?! Yunho untie me. Now!” Yn says

“I’m afraid I can’t do that my love” he says going to touch her face. She snatches her head away from him with a nasty look

“And why not?” Yn asks

“Because you’ll try and leave me. I won’t let you escape from my grasp again.” Yunho says

“Yunho…what are you talking about?” Yn asks

“I love you Yn. With every fiber of my being. You are the only one I have eyes for, your the only women I’ll ever have eyes for. No women will ever be able to compete with you. I was tired of watching from the sidelines as those weak excuses of men broke you into pieces. They don’t deserve you like I do. I wouldn’t even imagine trying to hurt you. You Yn are my everything” Yunho says making the girl go wide eye

“Yeah you crazy. Yunho let me go! I had something to do today” Yn says pulling at the ropes yet again

“I know. You had a date with younghoon. You don’t have to worry about him anymore, I’m taking care of him” Yunho says with a Erie smirk.

“What did you do to him?” Yn asks

“Nothing yet” Yunho says with a straight face.

“Leave him alone Yunho!” Yn says

“His biggest mistake was talking to you. I will hurt anyone who gets in my way. I have and I will” he says whispering the last part

“Who else have you hurt?” Yn asks tears unknowingly sliding down her face

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing you should be concerned about” he says with a smile

“Your fucking crazy” Yn says shaking her head

“Crazy for you my love” he says before placing a kiss on your cheek. Then he leaves the room.

“Let me see her you crazy bastard” younghoon says dryly.

It had been a month since he had been locked up in this basement.Younghoon was tired and dehydrated. He just wanted to make sure Yn was okay

“Don’t worry about Yn. She’s fine” Yunho says handing him a small cup of water

“I want to see her” younghoon says gulping down the refreshing water

“Fine”

Yunho left and within minutes he came back down with a screaming and thrashing Yn.

“Sweetheart please calm down! Someone wants to see you” Yunho says gesturing over to younghoon

The dark skin girl looked around spotting younghoon falling into his weak and frail arms in an instant.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Younghoon asks

“No, looks like he hurt you” Yn says noticing the small cuts, scratches, dried blood and bruises.

“I’ll be fine. I just want you safe” he says caressing her smooth soft skin.

“Alright that’s enough” Yunho says trying to pry Yn from Younghoons arms

“No!” Yn shouts from the top of her lungs not wanting to be away from the only man that made her feel safe.

“Yn let go. Now!” Yunho says

Younghoon wouldn’t let go. Not this time.

He fought tooth and nail with Yunho over Yn.

Yunho had enough and with that he pushed Yn to the opposite side of the basement. Yunho knew he had an advantage on younghoon.

The man had been starved. He was weak and frail. This would be easy for Yunho.

Once Yunho had the upper hand he pushed Younghoon to the ground hard. He took the knife out from his pocket and quickly thrusted it into the other man’s stomach

“No!” Yn shouts running over to Yunho beating on him begging him to stop. Yunho pulled the knife out watching the man slowly fall as he bleed out.

Yn rushed to the man’s side cradling his head in her lap

“Fuck! Younghoon I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry” she cried out

“I-it’s okay, I-I’ll be o-okay” he says trying to smile. Yn shakes her head

“N-no! No you won’t stop lying!” Yn says

Yunho stood above the two, knife in hand dripping in blood. The sight was disgusting. His women crying over another man.

“I ha-have something t-to tell yo-you” he says weakly grabbing the womens hand

“Yes?” The women cried

“I love yo-“

He was quickly cut off by Yunho ending his last minute with a slice to the throat.

Yn watched in horror as he choked on his blood. She slowly looked at her blood soak hands. Catching a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror, she started screaming.

Her face neck and hair were dotted in blood.

Yunho wiped the bloody knife off on his pants before throwing it to the side

“How dare he confess his love to a women who’s already taken” Yunho mumbles

Yn clutches younghoons head sobbing. This man had just died because of her.

Yunho had enough of the disgusting display and grabbed Yn who kicked and screamed. He picked her up throwing her body over his shoulder leaving the basement and leaving younghoons cold body on the cold basement floor

It had now been a day since Yn witnessed Yunho kill younghoon. She had been quiet. She would say anything. She’d nod her head yes or no. No words ever came out.

She sat in the middle of the bed as Yunho brushed her kinky hair with the biggest smile on his face. He got up and sat in front of Yn still smiling.

Oh how it made her sick.

“My love could you sing for me? I miss your beautiful voice” Yunho says

Yn shook her head no making Yunho sigh.

“What do you want from me love?” He asks

“To let me go” she said clear as day

“I can’t do that.” Yunho says

“I hate you” Yn says voice dripping with venom

“You don’t mean that love bug” Yunho says chuckling

“I do. Your a backstabber. You back stabbed me Yunho” Yn says bitterly

“For your love, I’d backstab you a million times” Yunho says with an Erie glint in his eyes.

That was Yn’s last straw. She jumped on Yunho trying her best to beat the tall giant.d he hated him with everything in her. How was she ever his bestfriend?

“Enough!” Yunho says pushing the girl down to the floor. Just as she was about to get up again his palm went across her cheek.

He had slapped her.

Never in a million years did she think he’d put his hands on her.

She sat in disbelief

“Time to lay down some rules babygirl.” Yunho says sitting down at the edge of the bed

“You are my women, when people ask we are engaged” he says pulling a ring box out from under a pillow

He opens it slipping it onto the distraught girls finger

“Two. You will love me. And if you don’t you will act like it” he says flatly

“Three, when we are in public you will smile and act as if we are a happy couple”

“Four, the guys are coming over. When they ask where you’ve been you will say you went back home to visit your parents”

“H-how long have I been gone?” Yn asks

“A month” Yunho responds

“A-a month?” Yn whispers

“Yes. Now get washed and dress. If you open your mouth about anything…I’ll hurt someone else close to you. Don’t try me again Yn.” Yunho says leaving the room

Yn broke down. How did she end up here. Why did her bestfriend put her in this position?

After being cleaned from the dried blood, Yn got dressed. Yunho came into the room smiling

“Are you ready my love?” He asks

Yn says nothing. She just follows behind Yunho to the living room.

When she got there San was holding a cake

“Welcome home!” Everyone shouts. She looked over at Yunho who was glaring at her. She gives a weak smile

“T-thank you guys” she says

“We missed you!” Jongho says

“I…missed you guys to”

“We didn’t know you and Yunho were together” Yeosang says

“Yeah why didn’t you tell us?!” Seonghwa asks

“It was a secret, we didn’t want to say anything just yet” yn says feeling Yunho’s eyes glaring at her.

He walks over hugging her side kissing her forehead

“Your doing good baby. Keep it up and you’ll be reward it” Yunho whispers into her ear. She slight jumps when his hand Ccollided with her ass.

She closes her eyes trying not to explode. She wasn’t risking anyone else’s life

“Yn come cut your cake!” Wooyoung says

“Yeah! I want a piece!” Mingi says with a pout

“Go cut your cake baby” Yunho says before kissing the shell of her ear

She walked over to the table with a shiver. Never had Yunho ever made her uncomfortable.

Once she made it to the cake she grabbed the knife. It looked like the same knife Yunho used to kill younghoon. She gulps looking down at the cake

“Welcome home Yn!” Was what it said.

Yn looked over at Yunho who had a sickly sweet look on his face.

Was this her life now?

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I kept switching the point of view and was too lazy to change it so yeah that’s on me😭

#ambw #ambw fic #black girls are beautiful #black reader #black reader insert #kpop #kpop poc #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #ateez x black reader #yandere ateez #ateez yunho #the boyz kim younghoon

[strawbellery]

“our secret moments in your crowded room, they got no idea about me and you.”

genre: slight angst (not that angst, younghoon just acting cold towards y/n), suggestive, fwb

pairing: kim younghoon (tbz) x female reader (y/n)

summary: younghoon is known for his tsundere image, surprisingly becoming the other students’ favourite senior despite being so cold and quiet to everyone. other than his tough and unapproachable demeanour, he’s also known for being the smartest one in his batch. most people have been confessing their feelings to him, but he rejected all of them, causing a rumour claiming that he has a high standard on his partner. little did they know, he developed a friends-with-benefits relationship with the most innocent looking 1st year student, y/n.

part i, ii, iii.

words count: 2,151

the day unexpectedly went well– as far as you thought it would be.

you just came back from the campus library to push yourself to have an early revision so you won’t have to pull all nighter on the few days before finals. you headed to the nearby vending machine, thinking that you probably deserve a can of green tea, your favourite drink. 

as you bent down to grab the can once the dropping sound of a tin heard, you grabbed the energy drink out and stood on your feet again. once you turned your back to the vending machine, the appearance of a familiar figure was standing close to you, resulting in you letting out a cuss word. 

“oh? thought you didn’t know how to curse,” the teasing voice echoed more on your left ear, as you looked up to glare at him. 

kim younghoon, the 2nd year student in your department. you didn’t know much about him at first, since he barely shows up at any of the parties or events your department held, not even the newcomers party. the first time you met him was when you attended your senior’s birthday party, jacob bae. jacob’s 26th birthday was held at a nightclub (quite an unexpected place you must say considering how pure looking he was during the newcomers party), and he invited some of his friends. you were surprisingly invited since you teamed up with him during the newcomers party and even after the get-together, you encountered him for a pretty large amount of time. same class, same club, and even same neighbourhood. assuming that you accepted him as a new friend of his, he decided to invite you to his birthday party. 

there, you met the most breathtaking eye candy you’ve ever seen in your whole life. quite a metaphor because you’ve seen few attractive people too before, but that’s literally how you felt when you first met kim younghoon. you were hoping for him to interact with him even though you didn’t try to do the first move, and as expected, he didn’t– not until jacob decided to introduce you to him. 

the future didn’t promise you anything right after you exchanged a few introductions with younghoon, the future didn’t even let you prepare for whatever came between you both. the least you would expect was waking up on a bed, naked, next to the kim younghoon. it was supposed to end that day. the whatever-one-night stand you both had, it was supposed to end that day. 

not when younghoon decided to reach for you, apologising for his drunken behaviour and claiming that it wasn’t supposed to happen at all. and as a normal thinking human being, you should’ve just accepted his apology and move on. but no, in fact, both of you spent the night together once again for god knows the reason why. that’s when both of you agreed to continue whatever the relationship both of you currently have, let’s just say it’s a friends-with-benefits type in this modern world.

it surely benefits you in some ways, yet, it didn’t in some parts. it hurts you when you can’t even say a simple ‘hi’ to younghoon when both of you meet in public, as he wished for you to not interact with him at all. you knew that the relationship both of you had were purely for benefits only, but where were the friends part? at least you wanted to brag off how you were able to interact with the most mysterious senior in the campus.

that was what he requested you to do so, to not interact with him in public but oh well, look who just started a conversation with you, in the middle of the campus, out of nowhere, without any notice. 

“huh?” was all you could say after all the confusion over his first second time talking with you in public. earning a half-hearted laugh from the latter, he added, “you must have been studying.” 

this is one of the few scenarios where you hate younghoon. he knows you so well, probably more than you could. you never know when it starts but whenever you finish studying, you’ll always reward yourself with any type of green tea drink. let it be matcha smoothie, green tea boba, or anything in general. realising that younghoon managed to remember such small details from you, you couldn’t help but to fall for him. 

“finals are nearing so i have to,” you answered in a calm tone, not wanting the young man to see the real you beneath the calm and innocent expression you fixed on your face. it was never a good idea to look at him again, as the pair of dominant eyes staring down at you, as if the act alone is enough to recall all the steamy nights you both had before. immediately breaking off the eye contact, you excused yourself, “i have a class to attend.”

“oh, cool. i’m attending the class as well.” 

it came out as a surprise to you because you never mention your class schedule to him so he most likely wouldn’t know what class you’re going to attend. and most of all, it’s a class compulsory for the first year students only. so younghoon being the second year student who probably had taken the class last year, shouldn’t have been tagging you along. 

you didn’t really know how to respond so you just replied with a, “sure..?” before heading to the class with younghoon next to you. as he walked next to you, you probably didn’t notice it but he actually quite admires the way you walk, and how attractive your body is. as if his eyes are enough to strip you naked. 

once younghoon pulled the door open for both of you, it’s a clear notice when all of the students inside the class turned to stare at you (most likely younghoon). why would they look at you both? no, the correct question is, why would the kim younghoon attend the class? the cold senior? and most importantly, with you? it was a pairing that came out as an unexpected one. 

younghoon then took a seat close to you, as if it was a promise to keep you close to him. you didn’t understand why he acts differently today, as far as you believe that he hates interacting with someone he doesn’t consider close with. the only people you’ve seen him sitting next to were probably jaehyun and jacob only. apart from those two, he usually prefers sitting alone. 

now that he sat next to you, you surely can’t believe the reality that was happening. as you tried to shrug it off alongside with the uncomfortable glares by the students who probably got rejected by younghoon, you took out the tab from your tote bag and prepared yourself for the class. well, you were sitting next to kim younghoon, of course everyone would be jealous. 

the class started once the lecturer came in, giving a quick exam tip before starting on the revision for his students who will sit for his exam by next week. the revision went by slowly, some had their mouths opened for yawns and some even fell asleep on the table. it’s the same to you, however you tried your best to keep yourself awake. who knows? in the midst of the revision, the lecturer might accidentally leak a question from the exam so the least you want to do is fall asleep and miss the golden opportunity. 

contrary to the young man sitting next to you, he didn’t even bother focusing on the class. no, he shouldn’t have. why should he? he had taken the class already. hence, he just kept looking at you and he sometimes took a quick, small look at your exposed thighs and legs. 

before wearing any outfit, you will check the weather first. the weather forecast claimed that it’ll be a very hot day so instead of suffocating yourself to death by wearing a thick hoodie and long baggy pants, you decided to wear your regular summer dress with your crochet cardigan. at least you didn’t have to come out looking too revealing for a casual class. 

in an opportunity such a case where he can frequently tease you through physical contact in a subtle way, he would sometimes stretch his legs underneath the table, touching his leg with yours. your breath hitched once you felt your exposed leg brushed with his, trying your best to ignore it as you thought it probably came out a mistake from him. 

no, it wasn’t at all. instead, he moved his leg even closer to yours. your both legs were practically touching each other by now. realising this was just another teasing game the older decided to pull in the middle of the class, you turned to face him, but not daring enough to look him in the eyes. “er.. younghoon?” you called him out in a rather soft and quiet tone, not wanting to disturb the class. 

moving his head towards you with the sly smile of his, he quietly asked back, “what is it?” he didn’t move his leg at all. he wanted to mess with you a bit more. knowing damn well the reason why you called him out as you wanted his leg out of your place. he refused to, or at least, only when he felt like it. 

“c.. can you move your leg?” you asked him once again in a quieter and softer tone. “it keeps pressing against mine,” you added, hoping the latter would understand your choice of words. truth be told, you didn’t even want him to move his leg away. the feeling of his skin against yours never fails to skip your heart a beat. though, you knew in fact the reason why he did so was only to tease you, not because he likes you. in a clear and harsh understanding, he was just messing with your feelings. 

“hmm… no.” younghoon said with a smirk, as he moved his leg even closer to yours. he was starting to enjoy this situation quite a lot, and seeing how you tried to stay calm in front of so many people made it even fun for him. 

taking a deep breath, you knew that younghoon would never move. you knew that once he made up with his mind, he wouldn’t even bother to change it. let alone if it involves a alive-or-death situation. 

biting the inner of your lower lips, you prevented yourself from not letting out any reaction that younghoon would like to see. the one that he desires and desperates enough to see, to boost his ego. you wouldn’t give in to his stupid teasing game. even if you could feel the wetness on your undergarment, you tried your best to brush it off. you wish to not look like a whore in heat in a room full of people, not when you are just a first year student. you worked so hard to maintain your pure innocent looking image, you don’t want your remaining years in the campus being known as someone who got horny in the middle of a class. 

oh how easy it could be if the stupid gorgeous looking man could stop his game. but no, instead, he proceeded on making more moves on you. noticing the slight twitching from your body, he knew his teasing worked. he smiled a bit after having a thought that would annoy you more. he slowly started to rub his leg against yours, from thigh down to your knee, keeping it at a subtle enough angle so other people wouldn’t notice anything. 

“y-younghoon… please.” oh, how badly he wanted to swallow down his favourite begging sound of yours that mixed with whines. how badly he wanted to just take you there, in the middle of the class, where people would finally see the dirty you. how badly he wanted to detach the innocent smile away from your face so the public knows what a slut you are for him. 

younghoon then looked at you, whose facial expressions were mixed with nervousness, annoyance, and arousement, all at once. he then gave a little mischievous smirk before removing his leg away from yours, “there~” he said in a sarcastic tone. 

“now, what were you saying?” younghoon’s gaze glanced at you in an innocent-like manner. 

finally letting out a relief sigh, you were glad for now that his leg was no longer touching yours. at least. looking up to face the smug face of younghoon’s, you glared at him and cursed at him in the middle of your gritted teeth, “fuck you.” at this moment, you realised it was a big deal if you didn’t accept his request to tag along to the class.

“oh sweetheart, i would gladly fuck you.” 

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[daisyvisions]

Goldfinger - (k.yh)

➺ Pairing: Agent 007! reader x Younghoon

➺ Summary: You left the force years ago for a good reason. But it’s that same reason why you’re back on the mission, trying to catch him once and for all… Goldfinger.

➺ Word Count: 3.6k

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fem!reader, unprotected sex, choking, hate sex (if you squint), cowgirl, missionary, overstimulation, handjob, oral (m! receiving), creampies, face slapping, guns, drugs, and alcohol are mentioned, being tied up, dry humping, teasing, pet names used (baby and sweetheart), let me know if I missed anything!

➺ A/N: Very loosely based on the movie. This spy fic is not related to the other Younghoon spy fic I did! This is my entry for The 007 files by the lovely @winterchimez. Proofread once, hope you enjoy! Side note: the song from this movie is my fave so it’s linked up at the end of the fic if you wanna listen!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers

You stare at the vesper martini in your hand as you slowly swirl it around, watching the liquid move inside the glass. You were sitting by the bar of this incredible mansion. You have never been to a party like this before.

Everyone was dressed to the nines in this lavish event. Everything from the Hors D'oeuvres to the entertainment screamed luxury, it was like you were invited to a party from The Great Gatsby. As you sip from your glass, you reflect back to why you’re even here to begin with…

Goldfinger.

He was your toughest case that suddenly went cold a couple of years back. To be honest, you were incredibly reluctant to take on this case again, having quit the force around the same time the case went dry and after that incident in Monaco when you nearly died because of trying to catch Goldfinger.

You almost had him that time, almost finally being able to place a face to the name since no one knew what Goldfinger looked like (and he planned on keeping it that way). Out of all the cases you’ve done, he was the one that kept you on your feet, kept your heart running a mile a minute, he somewhat made you feel alive again every time you were close to catching him.

But after the incident you vowed to never go back on the force and start a new life. And that’s what you did. Changed your name, moved to a new location, left everyone you knew in order to truly wipe out that chapter in your life. But sometimes you would catch yourself reminiscing those times, especially the Goldfinger case.

He was different from the other villains, that’s what made him interesting. You knew in your heart Goldfinger was more than just a man loaded with money. He was smart, cunning, and very strategic. In some weird and funny way when you think about it, he kind of reminds you of your own boyfriend Younghoon.

How he always kept the excitement in your relationship since the day you met, how he was the first man in your life that matched your intellect like no one had ever done before, and not to mention how much he would spoil you in many ways that he could.

He was truly one of the greatest things to happen in your life ever since you quit the force. You saw a future with him, a quiet and peaceful life, raising your own and spending your days with each other forever. It was like you were made for each other.

But there was one problem… You never revealed to him that you were once an agent.

So when your boss suddenly called you up while you were watching a movie with Younghoon, you panicked.

“Who’s that baby?” He looks over at your phone, a name he did not recognize.

“Oh! That’s Jacob, old friend of mine from when I took my masters.” You quickly respond. “Let me just take this call real quick okay?” You kiss his cheek before getting up.

“Okay, but make it quick. I miss you already.” Younghoon pouts before turning his attention back to the tv.

You slowly close the door of your shared bedroom and instantly swipe open your phone. At first, you were mad at Jacob for calling you after specifically telling him to leave you alone for good. But when he started telling you why he called and mentioned the name Goldfinger, you felt a sudden surge of adrenaline pumping within your veins.

“We have a really good lead and we’re sure to catch him this time around. It’s not like what happened in Monaco I can assure you.” Jacob says.

“It sounds really tempting…” You answer, trying to keep a hush tone so your boyfriend doesn’t hear you. “But I don’t know…”

“Just one last time 007, please? For old time’s sake?” You hear the slight desperation in Jacob’s tone.

You pause for a moment, suddenly remembering all the bad memories attached to Goldfinger. But there was little voice within you was screaming to take on the job. Not only that, but you had a sudden vision of meeting Goldfinger face to face and finally ending his mischief once and for all.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You sigh heavily.

As you reviewed the case file in your study, you couldn't help but feel off about everything. Was it really a good idea to take this case again? The case that nearly caused your death? Was it to finally close that chapter or was it just for you to relive your glory days as an agent? You shook your head, not wanting to overthink the situation and just jumped right in with what you needed to know and what you were assigned to do.

According to the case file, Goldfinger had been M.I.A the same time you had retired from the force. No one knew where he was or what he was up to until there was sudden activity popping up from the credit card you had tracked years ago.

While the items that were purchased under the credit card weren't out of the ordinary, there was one pattern that stood out to you. The items he had bought seemed to be around the area where you had lived. When you took note of the dates of purchase, you realized they were at a time when you were out with Younghoon too.

Your eyes widened. Had Goldfinger been around you all this time? So close yet so far away? Was he one of the people you sat beside in the train or passed by in your local coffee shop? Whatever it was, it felt like he was mocking you. How he still seems to be right under your nose even after all these years as well as the idea of Younghoon possibly getting into danger bothered you a lot.

It should’ve frightened you, how your past seemed to cling onto you no matter what you did, but instead made you want to catch him even more.

The motivation you once felt being on this case was alive and kicking. As with every case you got into, you knew you would have to face whatever consequences there will be.

Even if it meant leaving the love of your life behind.

“Do you really have to go?” Younghoon’s raspy voice whispered in your ear as he kissed the spot under your earlobe. His body collapsing on top of you after you two come down from your highs after an intense night of lovemaking.

“It’s a reunion with my friends from master’s school. Can’t pass it up otherwise it will take years for us to see each other again.” You breathe out heavily. Your core throbs slightly as you feel him pull out and his cum slowly spilling out of you.

“Does it really have to be so far away?” He pouts as he helps you get cleaned up with a warm hand towel.

“Paris is not THAT far.” You chuckle, sitting up to grab the water he held in his hand.

“Why don’t you take me with you? Please?” He looks at you with doe eyes. How could say no to a face like that?

“It will be quick, I promise Hoon.” You cup his face and his forehead tenderly.

“Okay.” He smiles, before reaching for your waist and swiftly pulling you on top of him. His mischievous smile already telling you what he wants as you feel his member become hard beneath you again.

“Then let’s make the most of this night baby.”

“Agent!” You snap back into reality as you hear Jacob shouting in your earpiece.

“Wha-yeah what’s up?” You ask.

“He’s here…” Your heart starts racing at those two words.

Goldfinger, finally in the same vicinity as you are. Just a few feet away from you somewhere in this mansion.

“Which one is he?” You sit up properly and adjust your dress, checking if the gun strapped to your thigh is still in place.

“The tall man by the buffet table, talking to the ambassador of Norway. He’s wearing a gold masquerade mask.”

“On it.”

You down your martini before hopping off the bar stool and placing your own mask back on. You walk around the party while you keep you eye on Goldfinger’s figure, making sure you keep a good distance from him. As soon as he walks up the grand stairs and disappears into one of the rooms in the mansion, you make your way in the crowd and follow him.

As you stealthily walk towards the room he entered, you notice the door was left slightly open, allowing you to peek inside and see what was going on. You could see the back of Goldfinger facing you as he opened and a bottle of whiskey a poured a glass for himself.

There he is, you thought to yourself. You were slightly in awe seeing his figure and surprised to find out that he was not the old fat man you thought he might be. In fact, he appeared to be around your age.

While you were lost in thought, you failed to notice a henchman coming up from behind you and smothers you with a handkerchief, instantly knocking you out with whatever drug was laced on the fabric.

You slowly wake up to the sound of classical music being played while hearing the muffled sounds of the people outside the room. As you come back to your senses, you realize you were placed lying down on the king sized bed in the suite.

At first you thought it was all a dream, until you feel your hands tied behind your back and your earpiece missing. You suddenly squirm, trying to let yourself free from the restraint until-

“Struggling will only make it worse 007.”

The deep voice making you turn your attention to the living room across. The same figure you had caught a glimpse of, drinking from his whiskey glass before getting up to saunter towards you. The aura around him was so intense you couldn’t help but just freeze and stare at Goldfinger.

As soon as he got to the foot of the bed, he gently pulls your legs towards him, making you sit at the edge while he slowly kneels in front of you.

“I must say, I didn’t expect my 007 to be woman. A pretty one at that.” Goldfinger says with a sultry tone. You know you shouldn’t have reacted that way, but when he said “my” you felt your cheeks become warm. And the way he said you were pretty even if you still had your mask on made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Keep it together agent!

“At last, we finally meet face to face after all these years.” He caresses your knees as he looks up at you.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think of your first real interaction with Goldfinger would end up like this. And it doesn’t help at the fact the more you try to see his face under the mask, you could tell that he was definitely a handsome man.

But there was definitely something about him that seemed oddly familiar, you just couldn’t name it…

“Bet you missed me too didn’t you?” You tease back. “It’s been a couple of years.”

“Oh yes I have, sweetheart.” He smirks. “Thought about you sometimes while I was on a… break.”

His hands slowly caress your thighs, goosebumps forming on your skin when you feel his hand on the exposed area of your dress. You try to hide the little gasp that comes out of your mouth but fail miserably. His smile grows wider knowing the effect he has on you.

You were so caught up staring into his eyes that you didn't even notice him getting up quick and toppling over you. His body hovers above yours as his hand places your tied wrists above your head.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me Mr. Goldfinger?” You tease him again. He lowers his head and whispers in your ear.

“Why don’t you take a guess?” His hand instantly pulls out his golden pistol and points it under your jaw. You try to free yourself as much as you can but the weight of his body holds you in place, making you suddenly scared for your life once again.

“Let me see your face 007. I want to see the face of my favorite agent before she turns into gold.”

He pulls away from you and removes the mask from your face. Not even a second at looking at your face, Goldfinger suddenly gasps and drops the gun. It looked like he saw a ghost by the way his eyes widened.

“Fuck this can’t be real.” He panics.

“What do you mea-”

Before you could even ask, he removes his own mask, finally revealing to you his own face. You both stare at each other wide eyed, hearts pumping loudly at the shocking revelation happening before you.

“…Y-younghoon?” you stutter. “Is that you?”

“Baby, what the fuck are you doing here?! I thought you were with your friends.”

“And I thought you were back home! Oh my god-” You cover your face with your tied wrists, trying to wipe the tears forming in your eyes.

Suddenly you remember all the little things that made you feel like Younghoon was similar to Goldfinger. It was like it all flashed before you. Here you thought you were the only one keeping secrets, but it looks like your boyfriend was keeping some skeletons in the closet as well.

Younghoon runs his fingers through his hair as he tries to regain his composure, still trying to grasp at the fact the love of his life happens to be the very person out to kill him.

“What are we going to do now?” He looks at you with sadness in his eyes.

Instead of answering him, you sit up and lunge forward, making you both fall off the bed as you topple over his body this time. He struggles to get the gun near his hand, but you’re able to swat it out before he does.

You hold his neck with your hands still tied together, slowly adding pressure to his throat as he tries to pull your arms away. Tears start to fall from your eyes. You would never hurt Younghoon, not in a million years. You never told him about your life in the force to avoid anything bad happening to him. But here you were, trying to kill him.

You felt so confused on what to do. But at the back of your mind, you knew you had to get the job done. To finally put him behind bars once and for all, even if your heart would be broken in the process.

As you attempt to place more pressure on his throat, your eyes grow wide as he suddenly groans out of impulse. His cock slowly becoming erect beneath you in the position you’re both in, his bulge pressing on your panty covered core.

“Don’t do that Hoon…” You whine as you try to take control of the situation.

“I can’t help it! You look absolutely gorgeous in this dress baby.” His eyes look you up and down, making you get a bit shy.

“And the way you want to kill me right now? Holy shit it’s fucking turning me on.” Younghoon groans again, his member throbbing beneath you as he soaks up the sight in front of him.

“Please don’t make this harder than it already is.” You say.

“But don’t you like it hard?” He smirks, but you instantly slap his face with the back of your hand, trying to get him to shut up but you know it’s not working because you feel him throbbing under you again.

“Well, before you take me in agent, can I at least request for one last thing?” He proposes.

“And what would that be Mr. Goldfinger?” You raise one eyebrow.

“Want you to use me-” He said bluntly.

“I’m sorry?” Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“You clearly have a lot of anger you want to let out, why not use it on me instead? One last taste of you before you send me off to the sharks.”

You felt so conflicted. You needed to stop Younghoon right now before he disappears again (or worse, even kill you) but at the same time you are just as turned on as he is….

“Fuck it.” You lunged forward and hungrily kiss him on the lips. He instantly grabs your hips and makes them roll back and forth, moaning at the way he can feel your wet core rubbing against his crotch.

You continue to roll your hips as Younghoon grabs your wrists and unties the rope holding them together. As soon as you’re set free your hands start to slip to his belt, hastily unbuckling them as you slide your hand in his pants, eager to fist his length like you’ve never done before.

Younghoon’s moans grow louder as you pump his cock in your hand, your tongue snaking its way into his mouth. His hands cup your breasts, kneading them as you both touch each other like a pair of twenty-year olds in college. You both help each other up from the floor and onto the bed, removing each other’s clothes as you continue your ministrations.

You waste no time going down on him, leaving a trail of hot kisses from his jaw until his abdomen before licking a stripe on his cock and taking the whole size in your mouth. Younghoon held your hair as you worked your mouth on him, the sounds of slurping and the way the tip would hit the back of your throat made his eyes roll back in pleasure.

You release him with a pop, giving his length a few pumps before straddling his lap and sinking down on his cock without any warning. You both moan at the stretch, but you start rolling your hips not waiting to adjust to his size.

“Baby, slow down for a moment-” He tries to grab your hips but instead you grab his wrists and pin them down against the mattress.

“Not after everything you put me through and lied about it!” You grind on his cock as hard as you can, using all the energy you have to chase your own high. Usually between the two of you, you’re the one that easily breaks. But this time around, it was Younghoon who breaks first .

“How was I supposed to know?! Fuck I think I’m gonna-” Younghoon doesn’t even have time to warn you because he’s already bursting inside you, the hardest he has ever done in his life. But you didn’t care, you were gonna ride him until he started to shake and cry under you.

“Sweetheart wait-” Younghoon starts to bite down on his bottom lip, trying not to let the feeling of his overstimulated cock affect him. But eventually he couldn’t hold it out much longer as you kept on aggressively riding his member.

Tears were falling down his eyes, he had never felt this during sex before, but seeing you angrily fuck the life out of him turned him on so much he ended up cumming inside you again as you finally reached your high.

You collapsed on top of him, panting against his neck as his cock continues to throb inside you. He was about to kiss your temple like he always did, but you suddenly pulled away from him and sat at the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as you still try to grasp everything that happened.

But before you could even turn around to face him, Younghoon smothers you with a handkerchief making you fall asleep from the drug once again.

The moment you’re knocked out cold, Younghoon gets up to grab his clothes, dressing himself up before placing your clothes back on too. He adjusts the way you’re lying down on his bed, making sure you’re all comfortable before tracing his finger on your jaw. Looking at your face one last time and placing a kiss on your forehead before he leaves.

You wake up in your hotel room in a panic, feeling like everything that had happened was a dream. You hold your head in your hand as you feel it aching. You look around to the room and see a tray of your favorite food on a table alongside the pain medication you needed to drink.

You felt so out of it. Maybe it was a dream after all, you told yourself. As you walk over to tray and sit down, you spot a letter beside the drink. You hold it up to see what it was, but your eyes widen at the familiar gold initials at the front of the envelope.

You hastily rip out the paper to look inside the contents of the letter, slouching your back onto the chair. Your heart starts to ache from the many emotions flooding through you, especially with the words written down,

Until we meet again. -Younghoon

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[staynoonaz9290]

Kinktober 2022 - Day 12: Younghoon

Prompt: Kinktober 2022 - Frottage

Group: The Boyz

Pairing: Younghoon/Fem! Reader (First Person)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dry Humping, Sexual/Suggestive Content, Slow-Moving-Sex Life, Consensual Next Moves, Making Out, Slight Desperation

Word Count: 686

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COMPLETE

Since we’d started dating, Younghoon had always wanted to take it slow.

We hadn’t kissed until the third date, hadn’t touched until two months in, and hadn’t done much of anything for the six months we’d been together.

Of course, I understood and always wanted to respect him; Younghoon’s previous relationship had moved much too quickly, and he was convinced that’d been the reason it’d crumbled.

So I waited.

Kissing until he told me to stop, letting him be the one to push my hand beneath his shirt; moving at Younghoon’s pace.

But sometimes, being with him and seeing just how hot he could be…

I could get a little sexually frustrated.

My lips moved against Younghoon’s, fingers threading through his hair, shivering slightly when he exhaled impatiently against my lips.

Since the moment we’d gotten to my apartment, things had been a little more heated than usual.

Maybe it’s because I wore the silky, red dress I knew he was a little crazy about.

Maybe it’s because we’d both had wine at our dinner with friends, and- somehow- Haknyeon had convinced us to take some shots of Soju.

Or maybe it was because Younghoon was just hot as always- especially like this- body on top of mine, leg pushed between my own, our hips pressed together-

His hands were running up my dress, pushing the fabric up as he went, his fingers curling against my skin like he couldn’t control it- couldn’t help it- almost like he wanted more…

And I was fine with it, pushing my body into his touch, the warmth of his fingers bringing my nerves to life, the feel of him pressed against me like this enough to have me kissing him harder.

We turned our heads, deepening the kiss, tasting one another, his tongue sliding against my own, stealing the breath from my lungs, Younghoon’s quiet moan the only sound in the room.

My hands were running up and beneath his shirt, feeling the smooth skin there, his shoulders rolling back a bit into my touch, our kisses getting messier; a little uncoordinated-

Then Younghoon lowered his body a little more completely on top of mine, groaning under his breath, and rolled his hips against me.

And shit, he’d never done this before, my body on fire from such a small move, feeling how turned on he was as he moved, breath leaving his lungs in his rush-

He broke our kiss, hanging his head above me, hair tickling my lips as he moved again, moaning a little louder, fingers curling into the sheets-

I arched my back off the bed, pushing my hips against his, Younghoon hissing through gritted teeth and sliding against me, the feel of it incredible, my head tilting back at the surprising pleasure of it-

And maybe it’s because I’d wanted him for so long; wanted him like this- coming undone, grinding against me, breaths labored as our bodies moved together.

Or maybe it’s because Younghoon was so into it, another almost frustrated groan slipping from his lips as he moved into me; like- again- he just didn’t have control-

But I was feeling breathless from all of it, my leg lifting up to wrap around his hips, guiding him slightly as he rolled into me again, both of us gasping together-

I knew what was coming- knew with nothing but my panties and his thin basketball shorts between us that things would only get hotter- go further- wondering if he was ready, if he wanted that-

“Younghoon-” I all but whispered, tilting my head forward once more, Younghoon lifting up as his eyes met mine. “Do you… want to do more?”

And he knew he could tell me no at any time; that we’d had many conversations, and things were always in his hands.

But his eyes were darker, something in his expression I’d never seen before- something like desire- as he stared at me for a long moment.

Then he was leaning forward rather suddenly, kissing me hard and exhaling sharply against my lips, whispering the word I’d secretly been waiting for.

“Yes.”

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[cafeseoulmate]

{11:11 PM}

exes au; wc: 577

The dance floor inside the reception hall should mostly be empty by now, judging by how ABBA’s Dancing Queen’s played for the sixth time time now before being followed by a muffled announcement from the DJ and a string of slower songs.

While you and Younghoon wait for your shared Uber to arrive on the orange-tinted sidewalk, many of the remaining guests from both the bride’s and the groom’s sides have also passed by in pairs, solos, and groups over the past 15 minutes, bidding the two of you goodnight before heading to the parking lot across the beachside events place where your best friend and Younghoon’s college roommate just got married.

It’s also nearing midnight on your gold watch, the only accessory of yours in the blue and silver Maid of Honor ensemble you’ve been put in today, and the tiredness is starting to catch up on you despite all of the iced coffees and wine glasses you’ve drank since yesterday.

What an eventful 48 hours it’s been. While it’s been undeniably fun, meeting your friends and watching your own best friend finally get married to the love of her life in the colorful island of Jeju, you’re also excited to just go back to your hotel and sleep the rest of your work leave off.

“Y/N?” Younghoon suddenly speaks before you doze off, gently nudging the back of your hand with his own.

You hum, blinking twice before looking up to meet his gaze under the streetlights. After two days of running around to do last-minute errands and standing next to one of his closest friends at the altar, he’s endearingly boyish in his slightly crinkled navy suit and tie and messy brown hair.

And when you trail down to his hand, it’s outstretched now towards you with his palm facing upwards.

“Let’s dance.” He offers, more as a statement than a question.

The rational answer is to say no. Though you’ve been civil with him throughout the entire six months of making your friends’ wedding happen and spent most of the actual ceremony and the reception by his side today, the wedding’s technically over now and, as you’ve previously agreed on, you should return to how things were.

But then, you’re also not even supposed to be sharing the Uber you booked with him, not when another groomsman staying in the same hotel also offered two hours earlier.

So you heave a sigh under your breath and place your hand on his, letting him guide your other free hand up to his shoulder before resting his on your waist.

“One last dance.” You warn, feeling silly already after having said the exact same three words at least a dozen times previously.

He nods, intertwining your fingers together and pulling you close. “One for the road.”

In the distance, the very last song of the night plays muffled but Younghoon sways you to the beat effortlessly—just like how he used to in your kitchen.

And it could really just be the tiredness of your hectic 48 hours but you make the bold move of resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes as soon as you manage to isolate the sound of his heartbeat from all the ambient sounds around you.

You’re not supposed to, you know as much, but just for this short moment as your Uber takes an unusually long time to arrive, you let yourself think that he’s in love with you again as much as you still are with him.

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[destiny-fics]

Summer Sessions: why have separate documents when you can just have one?

this one is intriguing

I promise you it's not nearly as interesting as it sounds

basically I just channelled the most chaotic and stupid energy I could and decided to put all my Summer Sessions chapters into one document instead of separate ones for each one shot.

However, I will provide you with a little snippet of one of the pieces in that chaotic document:

To say that things between you and Younghoon were tense would be an understatement. 

They were more than tense. In fact, in Kevin’s words “If things were any more tense, this would be a campsite.”

You hadn’t appreciated the joke and made it known by smacking him upside the head, but you couldn’t deny that he was right.

You and Younghoon had a whole campsite of tents between you.

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[lovesick-boyz]

A Taste of Her Own Medicine

pairing: loser!younghoon x bully!reader synopsis: you made younghoon's life a living hell. it's only fair that you should be the one to show him heaven too. genre: smut (18+/mdni), high school!au (characters depicted are not minors), slight yandere, enemies to lovers(?) warnings: dubcon, obsessive behaviour, verbal and physical bullying, masturbation (m), manhandling, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing (f), penetrative sex (piv), unprotected sex, creampie, kinda public sex (they're at school but there's no one else in building), sex in a school setting, pet names (sweetheart, princess) word count: 3.1k+

"Oops! Sorry, Hoon~"

Every student turned their head towards the source of the loud bang that echoed through the hallway. Younghoon felt all their eyes on him; mortification crept up his neck, and you could see it clearly on his face. Here he was, lying at your feet after you violently slammed him sideways into the hard metal lockers. You were looking down at him with a menacing smile.

"Are you okay, Hoonie? I swear, I’m such a klutz! I didn’t even see you there at all. Did I hurt you? It was just a little bump, my bad!" You reached out and offered your hand to help pull him up.

Younghoon just stared at your outstretched arm with fear in his eyes and stuttered, "N-No, I’m alright, t-thanks!" He scrambled to his feet and stood before you, hunched over in embarrassment. Even though he could easily tower over you with his height, Younghoon felt small under your intense gaze. You always seemed to regard him with contempt whenever he was around you.

"You sure you’re okay, Hoonie? I can take you to the nurse’s office if you want?" You stared sweetly up at him, grabbing onto his arm. Goosebumps formed under his school shirt at the place where your fingers wrapped tightly around him. Younghoon could see right through the saccharinely sweet but fake smile plastered on your face and knew you didn't want to be anywhere near him.

"It’s fine. J-Just watch where you’re going next time…" he attempted to say coolly, pretending to be indifferent. You dramatically pouted but loosened your hold on him and turned to leave, not before offering him another small (smug) smile. Younghoon kept his eyes on you as you made your way down the hallway, watching your skirt swish until you turned a corner and disappeared from his line of sight.

Suddenly, a rough hand violently clapped him on the back, and he jumped in surprise. "You gotta stop letting her push you around, man. It’s getting kinda pathetic," Hyunjae offered with sympathy. "You can’t keep letting her get away with treating you like shit."

"I can take care of myself," Younghoon grumbled as he unceremoniously brushed Hyunjae’s hand from his shoulder. Hyunjae rolled his eyes at his friend’s stubbornness.

"I’m just looking out for you, man."

—

Younghoon wasn’t bad-looking at all. In fact, most people would say he was quite the opposite. He also got good grades in all of his classes. You would think that this would make him quite popular at school, but this wasn’t the case at all. He used to have a nagging feeling that someone was spreading distasteful rumours about him to tarnish his reputation. How else would you explain the weird looks he sometimes got from the student body? Though he’d dismissed that thought, worried that he was being overly paranoid. Maybe it was his constant hangouts with Juyeon and Sunwoo at the anime club that were doing more harm than good to his reputation. He was on his way there right now to unload his plight on the two of them.

"We heard about what happened this morning; Hyunjae told us. You good?" Juyeon asked delicately as soon as he saw Younghoon enter his peripheral. Anime club was held in the school’s computer room, and the two boys were in the middle of playing a game together.

"Yeah, it’s nothing new anyway."

‘GAME OVER’ flashed across the screen as the match ended. Juyeon and Sunwoo exchanged concerned glances with each other. Younghoon carelessly dropped his backpack on the floor and plopped down onto the empty chair next to Juyeon.

"Don’t you think you should do something?" Juyeon questioned him as he removed his headphones.

"You’re literally getting your ass beat." Sunwoo chimed in unhelpfully while wrapping his own headphones haphazardly around his neck.

Younghoon scoffed. "Like what? What am I supposed to do with Y/N?" he retorted.

"I don’t think she’d be so quick to give you trouble if you showed her you’re not messing around. Make her realise she can’t get away with it anymore. I mean, haven’t you had enough?" Juyeon shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what we mean," Sunwoo added. "You just need to give her a taste of her own medicine."

—

Younghoon’s day was off to a rocky start. He had nearly missed his bus, but thankfully he was able to chase it down before it turned out of his street. He managed to arrive at school just in time to hear the first bell ring, meaning he was about to be late for his first class. Whatever, he muttered in his head as he grabbed some books from his locker. It was just another regular Monday morning. Or so he thought.

Everything goes by too fast. Suddenly, the next thing he knows, he’s lying flat on the floor. A collective gasp floats through the hall. A nasty sense of déjà vu envelops him. The fluorescent ceiling lights are blinding him until a pair of legs attached to a school skirt shield his eyes from their glare. He blinks away the spots that are dancing in his vision to properly look at the person he’s currently under. Oh, my God, he thinks. They're your legs. You’re standing over him, feet placed on either side of his chest, leering down at him. It hits him just then that you came up behind him and tripped him up on purpose when he stepped back from his locker. And now he’s here. Lying between your legs.

Which means that he can see right up your skirt. Wait.

Oh. My. God. He thinks again. He can see right up your skirt! Your baby blue lace panties are perfectly visible to him right now. Younghoon thinks he’s going to disintegrate on the spot.

"You’re real clumsy, you know that?" You sneered at him. "Maybe I should put you on a leash and follow you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself," you said, smirking when you finished your sentence. Younghoon gulped as the image of you doing exactly that popped into his head. He feels his dick twitch in his pants. He shoots up from underneath you and rushes to his feet. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. You just raise an eyebrow at him in confusion and wait. Younghoon wishes the ground would open and swallow him right now.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" you remark sarcastically. "You’re so useless, Hoon."

Younghoon gulps and his eyes flitter between you and the other students surrounding him. Should he try to respond with something witty in an attempt to lessen the embarrassment he’s feeling right now? Or should he just run and hide? He takes one last look at you before he makes his decision.

He bolts from the scene and heads straight to the men’s bathroom. After checking that none of the other stalls are occupied, he hurriedly enters a stall and locks it. Luckily, the bathroom is empty and class has started, which means it’s unlikely that anyone will come in. Good; at least he’ll have some privacy for what he’s about to do. He leans back against the stall door and hastily shoves his pants down. He can’t believe he got a boner just from seeing your panties. So pathetic, he thinks to himself. Hopefully, you didn’t see it before he ran out. As if you don’t already have enough material to embarrass him with.

He palms himself through his boxers and sighs at the relief it brings. He pulls his cock out and starts messily pumping it, not bothering to start slow and ease himself into the pleasure. The pressure builds up hard and fast, and he’s clenching his jaw to keep quiet as he chases his release. A hefty load of cum finally spurts out all over his fist and abdomen, making a mess.

He leans his head back on the door of the stall with a sigh. Well, that was a first, Younghoon thinks. He’s never jerked off at school before. Admittedly, it wasn’t his first time masturbating to the thought of you, though.

He thinks back to what Juyeon and Sunwoo said to him. They’re right; he has had enough.

—

The shrill chime of the bell signals the end of the school day. A thunder of footsteps echoes through the corridors as students rush out of the building, eager to get home and relax. Younghoon picks up the broom waiting for him in the corner of the classroom and sighs. He wishes he was on his way home right now, but unfortunately, it was his turn on cleaning duty. He gets to work immediately, diligently sweeping the floor. The quicker he gets this done, the sooner he can go home.

You’re walking out with your friends, giggling about a funny incident that happened at lunch, when you realise you forgot something important. Silly you, you forgot to bring your physics textbook! You have a major exam coming up in a few days, and you can’t afford to fail. You wave goodbye to your friends at the school gate, telling them to go ahead without you, and you make your way back into the school. You successfully locate the book in your locker, tuck it under your arm, and turn to head back out. On the way, you pass by Younghoon’s classroom and see him sweeping the floor. He doesn’t seem to notice you, so you stay silent and hidden in the shadows of the hall. After watching him sweep for a couple of minutes, he moves to the front of the room and starts to wipe down the blackboard. At this point, you simply can’t resist the opportunity to annoy him again, so you lean forward through the open door to catch his attention.

"Looks like you are useful for something, huh?"

Younghoon looks up from what he’s doing, momentarily confused after suddenly hearing your voice. You step through the doorway with your arms folded in front of your chest. "I was beginning to think you were hopeless."

He ignores your insult and continues dusting off the board. "What are you still doing here?" he questions.

"Just forgot something. You looked so natural holding a broom and cleaning the room earlier. Maybe I should bring you to my house and make you my personal maid," you snicker. "Get you a pretty little uniform to wear just for me."

Younghoon grits his teeth at your comment and slams the chalkboard eraser down. The abrupt noise startles you, and you take a step back. You drop your textbook in surprise, and it hits the ground with a dull thud. He turns and takes a step towards you, his eyes steely. You feel frozen in his gaze. "You just keep running your mouth, princess. I think you’re just begging for me to shut you up."

Your jaw drops at his unexpected words. What the fuck? This isn’t Younghoon, you think to yourself. What the hell is going on with him? You can’t help but feel a little excited by his words, though.

Each time you take a step back, Younghoon steps closer. Your back brushes up against the cold metal surface of the lockers, sending shivers up your spine as you realise you’re trapped. He’s towering over you now. He raises his arm and carefully wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing slightly and watching your eyes widen in shock.

"Not so chatty now, huh? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?" he retorts, repeating the phrase you had told him earlier with a wicked grin. "Not gonna say anything?"

You pout, feigning innocence. "How can I when your hand is on my neck?" you say in a bratty tone. He tuts in disapproval at your cheekiness.

His hand quickly moves to the top of your head to push you down. Your knees vibrate with pain as they hit the hard linoleum. He looks down at you, expecting to see your face riddled with fear. Instead, you’re still pouting at him and giving him puppy-dog eyes. He thinks it’s because you’re trying to make him feel guilty so he’ll stop what he’s doing; in reality, you’re just contemplating the possibility of your knees being bruised.

With his hand still grabbing the crown of your head, he shoves your cheek against the very prominent bulge in his pants.

"Let’s put that smart mouth of yours to good use."

You scramble to unzip his pants and pull his dick out of his underwear. His cock slaps against your cheek, and you shift to grab it before stopping your hands in mid-air to look up at him for permission. Younghoon smiles down at you, pleased with how obedient you’re being. "Get on with it then," he says.

You lick a fat stripe on the underside of his cock from base to tip, the whole time keeping eye contact. You continue sucking on the tip while using the saliva you left behind as lube to jerk him off with both hands. Your mouth replaces your hands until he’s hitting the back of your throat, and your fingers move to massage his balls. Younghoon tries to be as quiet as he can, but the groans he lets slip has your cunt throbbing intensely.

"I’m gonna cum in your pretty little mouth, princess. You can take it, right?"

You hum in agreement, nodding as best as you can with his dick still in your mouth. He pulls your hair into a tight grip and roughly pistons his hips. You struggle not to choke as his cock abuses the back of your throat. He cums with a low moan, and his salty essence floods your mouth. You try to swallow as much of it as possible, but some spills past your mouth and down your chin. Younghoon wipes it with his thumb and places it in your still-open mouth. You suck it clean and look up at him for approval. "Good girl," he remarks, and you preen at his praise.

If they weren’t before, then your knees are definitely bruised now.

He stands you up and leans you against the lockers for support. You’re practically dripping through your panties. Younghoon reaches under your skirt and discovers the wetness seeping through the thin cotton. "I haven’t even touched you yet, sweetheart," he says in a mocking tone. You just whine in slight embarrassment. He pulls the obstructing fabric down and helps you step out of it.

Younghoon lifts you by the hips and presses you against the lockers. You lock your legs around his waist and grasp his shoulders for extra stability.

"I hope you’re ready."

Unbeknownst to him, this had been your plan all along. You had only acted out for so long to try to get his attention. Tripping him up in front of other people and spreading baseless rumours about him throughout the student population, all so that no one else would go near him. Yes, it was a very juvenile kindergarten-boy-pulling-girl’s-pigtails kind of method, but you didn’t know how else to approach him. Honestly, you were starting to worry that you’d pushed him too far in the opposite direction. Who knew that it would actually work out the way you wanted it to? And even better than planned.

"Use me, Hoon."

He grins at your response. He lowers you onto his cock, and even the feeling of just the tip spreading your folds open already has your legs shaking. He enters you slowly, wanting to help you adjust easily to the sudden intrusion. When he bottoms out, you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven.

It’s too much and too good. It’s overwhelming, and all you can do is grip Younghoon’s shoulders tighter to try to keep a tether to reality. You’ve never felt so full before. You’re panting heavily, trying to calm your racing heart down, and Younghoon stays still so you can get used to the feeling. But the stillness is just even more torture for you. You can’t take it anymore. "Move, please, Hoon," you whine.

Younghoon’s smile turns wicked. "As you wish, princess." He pulls back until only the tip of his cock is still in you and abruptly slams his hips forward. The sudden movement forces a groan out of you. His smile grows wider at the sound, making it his mission to get you as loud as possible. He sets a brutal pace with his hips, and you can only sit there caged in his arms and take the abuse he’s dealing to your pussy. Your back slams hard against the cold metal surface of the lockers at each thrust but the pleasure Younghoon's giving you overtakes any pain. He’s constantly hitting your sweet spot, which makes broken moans spill out of your mouth uncontrollably. Between garbled sounds of his name and sharp gasps, you try to warn Younghoon that you’re about to reach your peak.

"Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to," he spits.

"Please, Hoon! I can’t!" you cry.

"Wait. Tell me where you want it first, princess."

"Inside! Cum inside me, please!" you scream.

He groans at your answer. "Fuck, alright." He delivers a few more harsh thrusts before putting you out of your misery. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

You succumb to the feeling and let go. Your jaw slacks open, and you claw at Younghoon’s shoulders, trying to find purchase on your sanity. The pleasure hits you in waves, and it feels like you’re drowning in bliss.

Younghoon follows right after, his body flooding with a sense of relief. He slows down his thrusts to guide you both through your orgasms. His warm seed fills you up, and you worry that you’ll get addicted to the feeling.

You both try to catch your breath and get your heart rates back to normal. You slowly unwrap your legs from their crushing grip around his waist, and he lets you down gently. Your legs are jelly, and Younghoon’s arms around you are the only thing keeping you up. He helps pull your panties back up, and the both of you attempt to straighten your uniforms up to look presentable. He cards his fingers through your hair to tame it while you fix his tie. When you’re done, you drop your arms to your sides, and there’s silence for a few seconds, but surprisingly, it’s not uncomfortable. You fidget with your hands for a bit and wonder what Younghoon is thinking about. You’re avoiding his gaze, suddenly feeling a little shy. His hand comes up to gently grasp your jaw.

Younghoon tilts your chin up and looks you right in the eye with a smile. "From now on, you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?"

Warmth spreads through your chest, and you blush at his query. You mirror his expression and give him a big, toothy grin in response.

—

"You jerked off in the bathroom after seeing my panties?"

"Shut up."

"You should’ve invited me."

author’s note: my first fic on tumblr! i hope you enjoyed reading! let me know if you guys have any thoughts or feedback for me :D

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[juyeonszn]

BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT

THE TBZ FRAT HOUSE IS HOSTING THE BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT COLLAB BY @juyeonszn AND @itsbeeble!

YOU’RE INVITED!

PAIRING tbz x f!reader

GENRES smut ﹒fluff ﹒minimal angst ﹒crack

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! mature language, mentions of alcohol, sexual content, more warnings per individual fic!

SUMMARY have you ever wondered what your favorite frat boyz are up to in their personal lives? if so, then these fics are just for you! join us as we take a glimpse into the tau beta zeta fraternity and see what they get up to in their free time!

MORE LETS GAURRRRR i’m so excited to announce this collab with loml reese both as a cute fun little idea we had and in celebration of her 1 year tumblr anniversary! we also realized it happened to be the same day as tbz day LOL so that’s kinda crazy 😭 my boyz have been here for 6 years wow 💔 anyways i hope all of u love these as much as we do! and always, don’t forget to rb if u enjoyed!! send an ask if u’d like to be tagged in these <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies

FALL SEMESTER

TRY HARD — LEE JUYEON (12/6)

Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

EXCITEMENT — JI CHANGMIN (12/6)

You know, when you told your girl friends that you’d never finished before, you were expecting it to blow over like no big deal. What you weren’t expecting was for it to spiral into a whole other mess.

SEEING STARS — KIM SUNWOO (12/10)

It’s slightly embarrassing how Sunwoo is naive enough to take Eric Sohn’s “advice” to heart. Luckily, you like idiots. Especially when they kick a ball into your face and agree to do a semester’s worth of school work for you.

CLUMSY — JU HAKNYEON (12/10)

When Haknyeon ran into you at a TBZ party for the first time, he didn’t think he would fall for you so quickly. Or literally. Or both simultaneously. But there’s a first time for everything, he supposes.

“FRIENDLY” COMPETITION — LEE SANGYEON (12/14)

The TBZ frat had always had a rivalry with the KAT sorority. At least, they did when you and Sangyeon became the presidents three years ago. What happens when you mix a little friendly competition into this rivalry of yours?

JE NE SAIS QUOI — JACOB BAE (12/14)

Jacob thought the concept of fraternities was stupid. So stupid that despite every single one of his friends being in one, he still refused to join. However, after meeting you at one of the TBZ parties, he’s starting to think maybe they’re not that horrible.

SPRING SEMESTER

LET LOOSE — KIM YOUNGHOON (12/19)

Younghoon has hated you. He thought you were stuck up with that better-than-you princess attitude of yours. What better than to just…fuck it right out of you?

(NO) STRINGS ATTACHED — LEE HYUNJAE (12/19)

Becoming friends with Lee Hyunjae after his valiant attempt to save your life (stopping you from drunk driving) was certainly not on your year’s bingo card. Also not on your bingo card? Waking up in his bed every other night following, but it’s not like you’re really complaining.

NO BITCHES? — ERIC SOHN (12/22)

When you met Eric, you’d thought he was just another frat boy, looking to get into any woman’s pants (particularly yours at that moment). You never would’ve thought that he was just a loser who really liked FNAF and just thought you were pretty.

PARTY O’CLOCK — CHOI CHANHEE (12/22)

In spite of being a frat boy himself, Chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. Besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? Enter you and your carefree spirit and Chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER — KEVIN MOON (PT. 1 1/1, PT. 2 1/3)

It wasn’t like you and Kevin hated each other. In fact, you quite admired him despite his somewhat indifferent attitude toward you. Well, now that you’re paired up for the last dance of the year, you guess it’s the perfect time to find out why.

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