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Healing

pairing; yeonjun x reader

warnings; fluff, insecurities, angst, reader feeling not good about themselves, physical appearance, boyfriend yeonjun being cute, words of affirmations, comforting, showering, negative thoughts, cuteness!

words; 1k

a/n: for myself and everyone else who feels the same way and need comforting. ❣ likes/comments/reblogs are appreciated ☺

summary; you've been neglecting yourself, crippled by insecurities which causes you to distance yourself a little from your boyfriend yeonjun. but for how long?

You don't remember when your own thoughts started to consume you. Little by little, a staggering gush of water that carried each of your insecurities forming a tremendous flooding.

A flooding that doesn't require people to let notice of prior nor detects its danger. Why?

Because it's made way to your vessels, the comfort of your body, building it's way up until it feels uneasy. Sinking each of your organs and most of your brain. Alas, it's nothing new for you. These types of flooding have always occurred within you many times.

Slowly you've welcomed these moments of floods, some particularly more usual than other days. And today was one of those days too.

I feel ugly

I feel worthless

I'm not good enough

I'm never pretty enough

I don't fit the standards of beauty

Do I deserve to feel happy

Ugly

Your mind is corrupted by these thoughts so often. Some of your own and some of others. Growing up, always experiencing the rough side of things which includes your appearance. Attacked constantly for how you looked, being told you're not good enough and you'd never find anyone to be with you.

Although it's been years, they still visit you. Sometimes when you just admire your boyfriend Yeonjun, they creep up and deliver whispers inside of you. It doesn't help with your boyfriend is the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on.

The one that steals everyone's attention by just simply existing, whereas you were the one who people acted like didn't exist.

It's not his fault, no. As much as he's attractive as ever, he has his moments of insecurities too which you've always kissed away.

You haven't realised you've slowly neglected yourself. Sure, you still get up and do certain things in the day but it feels burdensome. Though, you may have unknowingly distanced yourself from the one you truly loved.

Yeonjun

"Yeonjunie wants cuddles," Yeonjun babbled with his soft voice. His arms already making it's way to your waist, pushing his warmth on to you your back. He moves his face on your neck, trying to get a reaction out of you.

It's a bit late in the night, with Yeonjun just returning home. He had practice and today he felt so knackered. All he thought of was running back to you and cuddling.

He nozzles his nose further more, hands tightening at your waist, "Y/N, are you sleeping?" He quietly asked.

No response.

"I'm sorry I came home late we had so much to learn today," He explained whilst yawning mid way, "All I kept thinking of was coming home to my princess and giving you a big fat cuddle."

He noticed you gave no movements yet still spoke on, "But seems like you already sleeping," Yeonjun kissed the back of your head, "Good night baby have the sweetest dreams."

After a while, you opened your eyes. A tear escapes as it sinks down your face. You weren't sleeping. You was awake. You felt guilty with a heavy heart. The fact that your boyfriend wanted to cuddle you and you resisted, purely because your stupid mind thinks you don't deserve him.

He's way too good for you.

Even though his touch made you falter for a minute, you froze to talk. And then it all come flooding down.

Your behaviour only becomes apparent as days go by. When he initiates touch, you somehow redraw yourself or make yourself so busy that he doesn't have to ask. And somehow, you thought it'll work.

Not today.

You was walking until you heard Yeonjun calling out your name, "Y/N, I need help." He shouted from the bathroom. So you made your way there thinking what could be happening.

As you entered the room, you saw him in the shower with a hand on his eyes, "What happened?" You asked in concern. Making your way closer to him until he drags you inside with him.

"Yeonjun-"

"I missed you princess." He murmured against your neck, with his body engulfing yours. You almost forgot how nice it felt having him this close. Hearing the words come out of your boyfriend's mouth instantly forming guilt.

You tried to change the subject while you looked to the side, "I thought something serious happened with you-''

He lifted his finger above your chin, making sure your facing him directly. Something you've been avoiding these days too.

"Is you not running away from me serious, Y/N?" He asked, holding your gaze. You felt a sharp pain in your heart hearing these words come out from him.

He wasn't annoyed but more so had a worried look, which softened as he goes on. "What's going on, my beloved? Speak to me, let your thoughts flow like this water, I promise you won't drown, I'm here."

You know you can't escape him for any longer. The soft nature of your boyfriend has yet again made your heart burst. How dare your mind play these tricks on you when someone cares about you so deeply?

"I'm sorry Yeonjun, I'm s-o s-sorry." You stuttered, bursting into tears instantly. You knew this was wrong of you to do yet you listened to your mind all these times. "The thoughts i k-keep having, not feeling good enough, feeling ugly, not deserving of you." You blurt out, letting the flood in your mind out once and for all.

Yeonjun's heart broke hearing your words, knowing you've been carrying this weight all by yourself. He instantly grabbed the shampoo pouring it over his hands, then lightly massaging your scalp.

It felt relaxing, probably the best you've felt for all these days you've had.

"It's okay to have these thoughts," He affirms, continuing to massage in deeper with his bare hands. "But do you know they ain't coming from you but someone else?" He questions, making you confused.

"Coming from who?"

"Donald trump." He replied, making you open your eyes and laugh out loud.

"Babe that makes no sense, how?" You chuckled, seeing the glint in your eyes made him so happy so he continues further.

"Well, think of each negative thought that comes. Imagine Donald trump is the voice in your head saying these things, what would you respond to him?" He asks.

"I'd tell him to fuck off-"

"Exactly! Tell that orange oompa loompa to fuck himself!" He giggles, letting his hands make it way to your body, applying soap all over.

His hands felt so heavenly on your skin, all you could think of was the feeling of comfort and the laughter of what he mentioned surrounding you both.

For once, your worries that were huge waves become quiet. The flow decreases vastly, instead of feeling like a flood it passes you gently like a simple wave in the ocean.

You let the wave pass through your entire body, acknowledging what it is and letting it go.

Yeonjun knows of your insecurities, yet he's never let you feel alone with them. He noticed you've been neglecting yourself with everything being untouched, including your skin products. So he planned this out, to shower you with his gentle comforting and soft kisses he grazes against your skin as the water washes past.

That's how much he loves you.

You both got out and he grabbed a towel, patting you dry before you put your fresh pajamas on.

He sits in front of you as he grabs your moisturiser, rubbing it against his hands before he applied directly on to your face.

What did you do to deserve a sweetheart like him?

His hands delicately touch your face, removing away any tensions or stress within your mind. Almost like his hands have the power of a healer, anything he touches he heals.

This moment he's healing you. He's your healer.

"Thank you so much." You whispered, feeling ever so grateful for having such an attentive boyfriend. "I've been so terrible with you, babe."

But Yeonjon just smiles.

"I love you Y/N, so much that you're all I ever think of day and night. You consume my mind and thoughts even on the lesser brighter days and in those moments, I hold on to them stronger. Because when I see your smile and cute giggles, I instantly feel better." He expresses out loud with joy, his expression becoming softer. "Share your sadness with me Y/N because I'm selfish, I never want you to feel alone. Even in your bad thoughts."

Your eyes began to tear up hearing the confession of your boyfriend. He has a heart of pure gold, whatever he says or touches turns to a positive light. Sending warmth all over your way like a ray of sun.

You immediately leaned over and hugged him. His scent from the shower still lingers radiating comfort. You let yourself embrace fully into him for the days you couldn't, how soft and cute your boyfriend feels.

He pulls back, making you stay seated infront of you as he shares contact with your eyes intensely.

"Look in to my eyes." He orders.

Your expression was confused yet cute to him, he knows how much you struggle to look into his eyes but today he will make sure of it.

"B-but why?" You hesitated.

"Sweetheart just look, come closer." He responds with a small smile, watching you lean in to him but not so much. So his hands grab on to you, pulling you faster against him. Now all you can see is his mesmerising eyes.

"Do you see that?" He asks, patiently waiting.

You felt like you was in a trance, his eyes were extremely magnatising you as each second passes. He was shining, He was so beautiful.

"The way your reflection shines through my eyes, the sparkle of yourself in me that's only visible through my eyes, that's how you look to me. Multiple stars that rush their ways into my eyes just to witness your beauty, because you hold my universe."

You gasped hearing the sweet words laced with honey by your boyfriend. His eyes smiled and grew more in admiration of your beautiful self. All you could see yourself in his eyes was, you.

Feeling butterflies forming already, "Yeonjun, you are so so cute. And adorable and my god I have no words but thank you ever so much for being so kind with me and gentle. For understanding me and taking care of me."

He admires the way you speak, he does this all truly because he loves you. A lot. "You're cuter." He teased, "Y/N you mean the world to me. I'd do anything to make you feel ease." He comforted.

His eyes continue to linger down to your lips, as he places a quick peck on your lip. Then above your nose and to your forehead. Your heart was racing, feeling fuzzy from the gentle kisses.

"I love you, Yeonjunie." You embraced him tightly within your hold, as he did with you too. Never wanting to let him go ever again.

"I love you, Y/N."

do not copy, plagiarise translate my works or ideas. copyright ©2023 softie00

— play with me (m)

↬ pairing: gamer!yeonjun x f!reader

↬ genre: gamer!au, pwp, fluff, smut, angst, established relationship.

↬ type: one-shot

↬ summary: you just want your ‘gamer’ boyfriend to play with you instead of the stupid game he’s been playing for hours.

↬ rating: 18+

↬ word count: 5.5K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content: dom/sub undertones, ddlg themes (daddy kink), size kink (reader is mentioned as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’ by yeonjun), pet names, manhandling, dirty talk, breast play, oral sex (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering, subspace, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie — this work is fictional and it doesn’t represent yeonjun in any way!

↬ masterlist

↬ a/n: welcome to pt. 3673 of me being self-indulgent 🤷🏽‍♀️! this was really fun to write (for obvious reasons) *cough* 🤭 err— anyways, i hope everyone enjoys reading this <333! i know nothing about gaming tho, if there are any mistakes pls tell me

Time seems to be running really fucking slow today. Or maybe it’s just you feeling bored and lonely.

With a soft sigh, you unlock your phone again. Tiktok has to help you feel better somehow. And it really does, for a few minutes, until you get annoyed for an unknown reason. Letting the device slide down from your hands onto the bed, you follow suit. The moment your head hits the soft pillows, you turn over and groan.

What can you possibly do to pass time? Why is this so hard?

On any other day, the answer would’ve been Yeonjun, your beloved boyfriend. You would’ve run up to him with a whine and all your problems would immediately be solved. Yeah, his warm embrace and kisses are the easiest solution for your everyday struggles. Not to mention how effective it is, too.

Purely tragic that it’s “gaming with my best buddies all day long” for him today, and he has forbidden you to visit him in his game room unless he calls you or it’s an emergency.

You look at the digital clock resting on the bedside table, the time reading nearly two pm. Gosh, it’s been four hours already?! How can a human possibly look at a screen for so long without getting tired? No idea. You barely know anything about gaming, but you do know that Yeonjun is really good at it. His friends call him “aimbot” — and apparently that equals to a pro.

You wonder what’s so important about today’s game. He loves gaming, so if you’re coming over, you often find him in his gaming room. Although, Junnie lets you sit on his lap and cuddle with him while he plays on most days. Which is so unlike the stories you’ve heard from other girls about their boyfriends. They complain that their boyfriends don’t pay attention to them at all. And you find yourself silently thanking your luck because Yeonjun is not like that. He probably loves you as much as he loves gaming.

Your boyfriend is, what people would say, ‘a gamer’, and apparently when he has time, he does twitch streams too (but you’ve never seen him doing it)! He loves gaming, and you try your best to be supportive about it. After all, he has always done the same for you, no matter what or how bad the situation is.

Today, though, you feel incredibly neglected. And you don’t like feeling this way. You had hoped to wake up to his kisses and maybe morning sex (not your fault that he hasn’t fucked you in a while). But instead, all you got was a kiss on your cheek and his strict voice telling you to not disturb him. You haven’t seen any traces of Yeonjun since. And yes, you feel hurt. Fourteen months of your relationship with him, and this is the first time that he’s been so distant. You wonder if this is how it’s gonna be from now on. Maybe he was just trying to build a good impression at first, and now that you’re completely consumed by the love you have for him, he’s finally doing what he has always wanted to do. Gaming alone in his room without you being there to interrupt him. Is that what you are to him? An interruption he doesn’t wanna put up with?

The sudden turn of your thoughts leave you anxious. In the past year, you’ve grown to be extremely attached to Yeonjun. Maybe dependent too… but that’s a whole nother conversation.

Damn this bullshit. A shower sounds really nice right now. And some lunch too!

You get out of the bed, stripping out of his baggy t-shirt that is clearly a bit too large for your smaller frame. Shimmying out of your white cotton panties, you head to the adjoining bathroom. Who knows? Maybe you can get up to some fun in the meantime.

The shower helps you feel relaxed and fresh for sure, but it also makes the emptiness in your heart grow. You could only think about the times Yeonjun had held you close while standing beneath the calming spray of water, taking care of your body and sometimes having his way with you. Even though you tried to let off some steam by playing with your sensitive parts, it didn’t help. Because it wasn’t him. He’s an attentive and passionate lover, there’s no doubt about that. And maybe that’s why you’re so obsessed.

After entering the bedroom, you brush your wet hair gently, deciding to let it air dry. While thinking about the possible lunch options, you start to yearn for your boyfriend more. Adding more to it, the mirror reflects your sorrowful face which makes you even sadder.

With a sigh, you apply moisturizer on your warm skin before putting on a sheer white shirt from his closet. It smells like him. A small smile tugs on your lips at that. Yeonjun really likes to see his clothes on you. “Aww, look at my babydoll, she looks so pretty and tiny in my clothes… makes me wanna ruin her so bad.” His words come back to you in a flash.

You rub your thighs together unconsciously, feeling flustered. That was a pleasant morning after your first night with him. He had showered you with affection, practically worshipping your body. Warmth floods your inside as you briefly remember your first time with him, too. Gosh, you were so shy… and somehow he actually enjoyed it. He enjoyed corrupting you.

The vivid memory of that night plays in front of your eyes.

“You’re doing so well for daddy, just like that,” Yeonjun watches you with fire in his eyes, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. He hasn’t been able to fit his cock entirely inside you yet, but you’ve already come thrice now, crying a little from overstimulation. “You’re such a pretty little thing, what am I gonna do with you, hm? Daddy is so scared of hurting you, baby,” he mutters huskily.

“Da–daddy… I can take it.” you huff with a pout, clenching around him helplessly. A growl reverberates in his throat in response.

“Is that so? Do you really want me to go all the way in?” Yeonjun chuckles at your eagerness. You nod desperately, the urge to be a good girl for him being sky high.

With a groan, he gently pushes the last few inches of his cock to bury himself in your pussy entirely. You cry out, the burning pain increasing before it slowly dies down. Your boyfriend of five months shushes you, gently sucking on your neck in an attempt to soothe the pain he has caused. It feels too good to be true. You feel complete in a way you never thought you’d be.

Yeonjun increases his movements and brings both of your legs to rest on his shoulder. The new angle has you screaming his name, your tits bouncing with each of his hard thrusts.

“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, my little angel.”

You physically shake yourself out of your own imagination, whining. The material of your baby blue panties have grown damp, sticking to your core. Fuck lunch, the only thing you want your mouth right now is Yeonjun’s dick. You’ve sucked him off while he’s gaming before, and it’s always a treat to see him struggling to keep it together.

Feet tapping lightly against the wooden flooring, you walk over to the wall size mirror. Your hair hasn’t dried completely yet, and the messy locks give you a naturally seductive look. Teeth dragging over your lower lip, you unbutton a few buttons of the white shirt to show off your legs and cleavage as you had previously decided to go braless. Yeonjun can’t possibly think straight if he sees you like this, right?

After doing a little twirl, you take a deep breath. This boldness you’re planning to show might have consequences… considering the fact that technically you’re disobeying him. Whatever, you’re gonna go to him anyway. Your pussy is aching with need and fuck, you being deprived of his attention for so long is not helping at all.

You walk outside of the bedroom, thoughtfully looking at the staircase that leads to his gaming room on the upper floor. Your stomach is in knots. What if he gets angry? You don’t like making him angry.

A shudder rocks your body. Think positive thoughts, your mind tells you. Maybe you can just go and take a peek inside? That won’t hurt anybody…

Even when you climb up the stairs confidently, your heart does backflips in your chest. The closer you get to his game room, the harder you struggle to keep yourself together. It’s okay, everything will be okay, you just need to open the door a little bit and peek inside.

With shaky hands, you turn the door handle, the door opening up a bit. Yeonjun is right there, his eyes jumping from one screen to another, controlling his character masterfully. You cringe when you hear a scream coming from the other side of his headset.

“WHAT IS BEOMGYU DOING? BITCH TAKE COVER!!”

Yeonjun has his eyebrows furrowed, a groan escaping him. “Soobin, tone it down, will you? I’m not here to lose my eardrums.”

“Sorry but I’m allergic to dumbness.” The person in question replies.

As the sound of shooting begins again, you start losing hope. He’s way too immersed in the game to actually notice you…

“What is the emergency?” Your boyfriend’s heavy voice snaps you back to reality. You look up to realize that his eyes are still focused on the screen, and you doubt if he’s talking to you. “Can you not hear me, baby?” He presses a few random keys on his keyboard before getting back on his controller.

“Yo who’s there?” A voice cuts in before you can say something.

“My girlfriend, can you please focus on saving yourself instead of meddling with others business, Gyu?”

“I’m trying, okay? You’re so rude.”

With a sigh, he presses another key on his keyboard before addressing you. “Why aren’t you answering, baby? What is the emergency?”

You swallow nervously. “I– um, I just wanted to see you… I miss you!” His jaw contracts, and you immediately regret your decision.

“So that is your emergency? Did I stutter this morning, babygirl? Which part of my request did you not understand? I told you to not visit me unless you have an emergency.” He jabs his fingers into the buttons of his controller, growling. “Is this a joke to you?”

Tears gather in your eyes, and you whisper brokenly, “Am I a joke to you?”

“Do not talk back to me.”

You let out a sob as his harsh voice reaches you, leaving the door slightly ajar to run away. You hear him say, “AFK, I’m sorry.” And the next thing you know is that his hands are gripping onto yours to halt you. You squirm, trying to get away, but he’s too strong. “If you try to move around, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs.” Yeonjun hisses. You stop immediately after the realisation, still shaking gently from your snivels.

Once he has guided you back to safety, you try to get away again. Unfortunately, that only causes his grip on you to tighten. Your head hits his chest and you whimper in pain, giving up against him. “Is throwing a tantrum really necessary, baby? I told you beforehand, yet you’re doing this.”

You sniffle, “Le–let go of– of me. You play yo–your stupid game, I– I’ll go back to my p–place!”

“Stop being such an inconsiderate brat! What has gotten into you, huh?”

More tears escape your eyes, and you dare to turn around this time. Yeonjun’s expression visibly softens when he notices your tear streaked cheeks and puffed out lower lip. “Oh baby…” He reaches to wipe them away, but you put a hand before your face before he can touch you. He sighs. “I just don’t understand why you are mad…”

With the back of your hands, you dry your face partially and pout at him. “You left me all alo–alone! I’ve been sad all d–day an–and you don’t e–even care! It’s li–like I don’t exist!” Your breathing is uneven, tears continuing to run down your cheeks. “I mi–missed you so much and– and I just wanted t–to be with you… but you–” you whine with a cry, “You were so mean to me. You– you– gaming is more im–important than me to you.” Hiding your face in your hands, you snivel, feeling utterly stupid for breaking down like this.

“Oh no, babygirl, I’m so sorry for hurting your feelings.” Yeonjun pulls you in his arms, rocking you side to side. “You do know that gaming is my side hustle, right? And today is very important… I– but still, I’m sorry for making you feel like that. It’s not like that, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore, my angel baby, you know that I love you so much, don’t you?” He cradles your face in his hands, touching your foreheads together.

“All me–men do is lie.” You whine, sniffling. His face falls, arms pulling you in his chest.

“I love you, I love you, I love you. You might be my whiny little crybaby but you mean the world to me. Do you understand?”

You huff, leaning into his embrace. He’s quick to realize the subtle change in your mood. After a bit more, he stops rocking you, offering, “Do you want to cuddle with me when I play? Is that what you want, hm?” You nod after a few moments, a smile playing on his lips. How are you so adorable? It’s been more than a year and he still finds each of your antics very much endearing.

Yeonjun picks you up, heading straight to his game room. He’s been away for quite a long time and he wonders what has happened. Taking a seat on his gaming chair, he gently places you on top of him. Each of your knees rest by the side of his legs, your hands curling around his chest as you snuggle up to him. He helps you get comfortable, his hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear. “Where are all your clothes, baby?” His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You suddenly remember the real intention behind you coming up to visit him, your wet panties still sticking to your skin.

“It’s… it’s more comfortable like this, that’s why.” You mutter shyly, hoping that he won’t be able to catch your lie.

Yeonjun nods, understanding what you mean. “It’s okay baby, I know how uncomfortable bras are. And knowing that you prefer my clothes over yours for some unknown reason, I get it. I’m gonna turn on the mic and go back to playing now, try to keep silent, yeah?”

“Okay…”

He pecks your lips, wearing the headset and then you hear the sound of him clicking some keys on his keyboard behind you. Sighing, you nuzzle his chest. Maybe you shouldn’t disrupt him so soon.

The headset hums to life, several voices cutting in together. “Bro I thought you ‘d’ worded for real.” Soobin grunts.

Another voice intervenes, “Is everything okay with your gf?”

Yeonjun sighs, “So you guys joined another battle… I’m gonna assume that we lost the previous one?”

“Yeah well what else did you expect? Tyun was already out, and Beomgyu was barely surviving. Me and you were left but you decided to vanish into thin air because your girlfriend was disturbing you. God, I hate women so much. They never fucking understand. Anyways, what the hell happened between you two? She was fighting with you about gaming, wasn’t she? Did you break-up with her? Because I would have.”

Your hands turn into fists, grabbing a handful of your boyfriend’s hoodie. Yeonjun immediately feels your distress, kissing the top of your head before he replies. “Soobin, I get it. You’re single and you don’t know how relationships work. Refrain from babbling like a child, please. She’s here and she heard everything. Apologize.”

Someone guffaws at that, and a different voice chimes in. “Hey, Yeonjun didn’t tell me your name but I’m sorry on Soobin’s behalf… the second hand embarrassment I feel right now is unexplainable, lord. I’m Taehyun, by the way.”

You look up at Yeonjun for permission, and he nods. His eyes are focused on the screen, and he seems already invested in the new game. “Um… hi, Taehyun.” You try to not sound too awkward.

“Hey, as I said, don’t— Beomgyu! Watch behind you— yeah good— So what I was telling you, don’t mind Soobin.” Taehyun says back.

“Where is your apology, Soobin? I’m waiting.” Yeonjun skillfully handles his controller, a series of shooting noises ringing through the room. You look up at his headset confusedly, are the sounds supposed to be heard like this too?

“Yeah… um, well, I’m sorry, Yeonjun’s girlfriend. I’m really sorry. Women are cool. And I’m sure you are lovely! I take back everything I had previously said, please forgive me. Ooh a double pump, nice one, Yeonjun! Err, I— please don’t do anything, I’m still a virgin…” Soobin sounds scared, and you resist the urge to giggle. Others, however, burst into laughter, including Yeonjun.

A deep voice, which probably belongs to the guy named Beomgyu, manages to speak between fits of his laughter. “Oh my god, did you think your words through or did you just blurt out? I can’t, this is too funny. Wait, oh my god I need meds immediately.”

Yeonjun shakes his head with another laugh. “Soobin, I assure you that you’re safe, she can’t even hurt a fly. And about you being a virgin… you gotta take care of it yourself, man!”

“I hope you find someone who can be your first time!” you add on, earning another round of laughter from the guys.

“Aw, no, she’s a softie!” Taehyun comments and Beomgyu agrees. On the other hand, Soobin stutters out a ‘thank you’.

“Of course she’s a softie, she’s my angel baby.” Yeonjun says proudly. “Nice crack, Tyun!” He adds soon after.

“Holy fuck! Yeonjun you are so whipped! I can’t believe that you call her angel baby…” Beomgyu teases. Feeling flustered, you hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest.

“I guess I am… but she’s an angel baby either way. So pure and so baby.” Yeonjun tuts, enjoying the pleasant warmth radiating from your body as you bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.

The conversation has shifted back to strictly game related stuff for a while now. And you hate to say this, but you’re feeling impatient. Being this close to him, you can feel and listen to his heartbeat. And his cologne, intoxicating as usual, leaves your mind in a haze. You feel so incredibly sensitive, pressed up against his firm body. And your core pulsates with desire.

Desperate for some friction, you start rubbing yourself against him subtly. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, sucking on the skin in a hungry manner. Yeonjun stiffens up immediately. You feel his tense arms closing around you, but he refrains from making any sounds. Unhappy with his reaction, you grind your hips against his, letting out a whine, “Daddy…”

“Whoa, whoa, what—” Yeonjun mutes his mic and the speaker before Beomgyu can finish his sentence. However, he still focuses on the game, a growl escaping him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You’re basically rutting against him at this point, whimpers and whines falling off of your lips. “Want daddy…” you tease his earlobe with your teeth before whispering. It’s clear that he’s being affected, his semi-hardness now pressing into your clothed pussy.

“Not now, please, baby, don’t do this now.” His voice cracks at the end. But you only whine, slowly dragging your core against him. Yeonjun growls, putting his controller away to grip on your waist. “Why are you being such a brat today?”

You silently guide his right hand to your panties. He swears under his breath, feeling the moist warmth of cloth. Needy for his touch, you grind against his calloused and large hands. Biting his lip, he uses his left hand to bring you closer by your neck. Your nipples, hard and sensitive under the sheer cover of his white shirt, brushes against his chest in the process. A moan escapes you, his other hand massaging your clothed pussy.

“You think I can’t see through your naughty little tricks, dollface? I knew you were cockhungry the moment you opened the fucking door.” Yeonjun presses a hard kiss on your lips, slipping his hand past the waistband of your ruined underwear. A groan slips past his lips.

“Daddy, please… I just want you to play with me.” You rest your head on his shoulder. Two of his fingers glide across your drenched slit, avoiding where you need him the most. He retracts his hand from your neck, undoing the two buttons that were helping the shirt cover you. You arch your back as the cold air comes in contact with your hot skin.

“You’ve made such a mess, baby. What were you doing when you were alone downstairs?” Yeonjun finally lets his thumb press onto your clit. You gasp in pleasure, hands winding around his neck.

“I– I was lonely and– and I was thinking about you… aah– I thought about our first time. And–” You struggle to form coherent sentences. His thumb continues to stimulate your clitoris, his mouth on the nape of your neck.

“Mhm, go on,” he mutters before resuming his ministrations on your sweet spot.

“I was needy… I’m so sorry, oh god, I touched myself but it was not enough.”

Yeonjun trails hot, open-mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. For a moment you think that he’s gonna kiss you, but his lips stop moving before it can reach yours.

“Did I hear that correctly? Angel baby played with her pussy while thinking about me fucking her dumb on our first night?” He smirks, feeling around your entrance with his middle finger.

You whine out of embarrassment. “It’s– not my fault!”

“I’m not blaming you, babygirl. It’s just so cute that you’re a whiny, wet mess for me. Can’t go without daddy’s cock stuffed in your little pussy, can you? I couldn’t even play the game. You would’ve started crying if I kept on playing.” Yeonjun removes his hand from your core, getting rid of the only piece of clothing left on your body. He cups your pussy with his right hand.

“Play with me instead… I’m better…” you trail off nervously at the end. Knowing you like the back of his hand, your boyfriend jumps to reassure you.

“You are, baby! That’s why I ditched the game for you. Daddy will never choose gaming over his pretty babydoll.”

“Really?” You give him the large, doe eyes, his heart melting. Gosh, he loves you.

“Really, really.”

You lean down to kiss him, your lips finally meeting for the first time today. Yeonjun hums in approval, cupping your face to take control. His mouth sucks on your lower lip, and you moan. Taking the advantage of the situation, he slips his tongue inside your mouth. He smiles in the kiss when he feels you pressing yourself on him eagerly. Before you can comprehend anything, he picks you up and changes your positions, never breaking the kiss. You’re pressed into the comfy chair as he hovers over you. Wandering hands find your perky breasts, kneading them roughly. Breathless, you pull away from the kiss, crying from both pleasure and pain, the lines blurred because of the euphoria surging through your veins.

“Daddy… fuck! Please, I need you…”

“Shhh, let daddy take care of your little body.” He moves to your breasts, immediately attacking one of your nipples with his mouth. Yeonjun alternates between licking and sucking, his hand tweaking the other nipple between his fingers. A vibrating sound comes from somewhere in the room, but you ignore it. Your body seems to be on fire under his touch.

When he’s satisfied with his work, he pulls away and blows cool air on your wet areola. You shudder from the feeling. Yeonjun focuses on the neglected nipple now, determined to leave you in a dazed state.

“Nngh– more!” Your cry echoes through the room. He presses butterfly kisses down your stomach as he gets down on his knees. You clench your thighs from anticipation. A smirk plays on his lips. Oh, he fucking adores you.

Face to face with your cute pussy, he groans. Starting from the puffy and wet lips to your eager hole and swollen nub — he is seeing heaven. You look at him with hooded eyes. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you are doing to me.”

“Daddy… please…” You move your legs impatiently, pouting. Yeonjun shakes his head with a laugh. But he decides to indulge in your little desire anyway. Flattening his tongue against your slit, he drags it upwards. The motion coaxes a mewl from you.

“Always so responsive.” He pushes your legs further apart, burying his face between them. For several seconds he just lazily licks all over your wetness. But then, he wraps his lips around your nether ones, suckling onto them soundly. Your hands immediately find his head, fingers threading through his dark hair strands. Yeonjun laps you up this time, his growl sending vibrations through your core.

The sounds you make are music to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face. He’s so good, too good at this, your mind unable to think properly. The wet muscle repetitively enters you, eager to gather your nectar. It feels like you’re high, stomach tightening with each second.

“You taste so amazing, baby, you are so good for me.” Yeonjun moans, plucking his tongue out of your wet heat. You shiver and whine, wordlessly begging him for a release. He places both of your legs on his shoulder and bends you in a weird angle. Your body immediately complies.

“Ooh– oh, daddy!” you whimper, his mouth on your clit and two fingers inside your cunt. Your inner walls stretch immediately to give him space. He watches you with care, experimentally moving his fingers to gauge your reactions. “Mmm, yes…” you mewl softly, squeezing his fingers. Yeonjun picks up his pace eventually, wet sounds filling in the room. Your eyes are closed as you suddenly come undone, body going limp. He continues to finger your cunt throughout the orgasm, overstimulation soon blinding your senses.

“No– daddy, no more…” your thighs shake uncontrollably. You are unable to move but you try thrashing your legs, tears gathering in your eyes. Your nerve endings are over aware of every little thing happening to you at the moment. Yeonjun pulls away from your clit with a loud popping sound, his fingers coated with your slick all over.

“Shh, you’re doing so well for daddy. I just want to make sure that you’re well prepared for my cock.” He adds a third finger after that, pumping you mercilessly. Hypersensitive and body out of your control, you come once again, body shaking from the intensity of it. Yeonjun grunts, stopping his movements. “Open your mouth for me, angel.” You do as instructed. He retrieves his fingers from your pussy, shoving them inside your mouth gently. “Taste yourself,” he orders, your tongue gliding along his digits and sucking on them. Once you’re done, he replaces his fingers with his mouth, kissing you senseless. You tug on his hoodie, desperate to feel his bare skin against yours.

“Do you want that off, sweetheart?” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands stroking your sides. You nod eagerly. Yeonjun, as keen as you, pulls off the hoodie in one single tug, your eyes immediately drinking in his fit physique. Firm chest and defined abs… paired up with that face and his huge dick — he surely is a walking wet dream. Your hands reach out to him and he chuckles, pulling down his sweatpants before coming closer to you. “Is my baby happy now?”

You cling to his body, and to your surprise he picks you up in his arms once again. You only realize why once he presses you up against the nearby wall. Your legs wrap around his waist automatically. “Daddy,” you gasp, the cold surface pressing on your back spreading goosebumps over your skin. Yeonjun nuzzles your neck affectionately. “I want you in me, please,” you give him puppy dog eyes.

“Anything you want, love.” He pulls down his boxers with his left hand, his rock-hard member springing out of it’s confines and slapping against his toned tummy. Your body is cradled in his other hand. With a hiss, he strokes himself a few times, looking into your eyes with lust. “You know what to do, babygirl.”

“Please fuck me, daddy! I– I need your cock in me… my pussy is aching and I can’t— ah!” The rest of your sentence dies down in your throat when you feel the bulbous head of his cock penetrating you.

“I don’t know how you are still so fucking tight. Fuck, oh my god.” Yeonjun rasps, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Your back arches slightly, welcoming more of his thick and long cock inside you. As usual, it takes you both a few minutes to adjust, his cock buried all the way inside you.

“You feel so good, baby, pussy taking me so well.” He mutters as he starts moving slowly. His moves are slow and calculated, building up pace with each roll of his hips. You moan and whimper, already on cloud nine from the pleasure.

Yeonjun holds you close, his cock now slamming into your cunt. He manages to hit all those right spots inside you, often brushing against your cervix. Your moans and screams, paired up with his groans and the sound of skin slapping create a sinful melody of their own. “Oh, oh, daddy— I’m gonna come— ugh, ‘m—”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, I got you, angel.” His words are completely opposite of the crude things he’s doing to you right now. You shudder, unable to move in any other way. Your orgasm builds up rapidly, suddenly flooding you with ecstasy as you cry out. Gummy walls clench around his cock helplessly, making it harder for him to move inside you. But Yeonjun is no quitter. He increases his pace, rutting into you roughly.

Completely spent from your back to back orgasms, you babble a string of incoherent words. “You have to give me another one, sweetheart, I know you can.”

“No– no, daddy! I– can’t!” you sob, nails digging into his shoulder. He growls like a wounded animal, sandwiching you between him and the wall. It doesn’t take your overstimulated body long to convulse in pleasure once again, a scream tearing itself from your throat. Yeonjun hisses, your walls clamping down onto his cock, and, a hot liquid squirting over his abdomen. His brain malfunctions for a moment before he realizes.

“Fuck it, babygirl.” With a few more thrusts, he reaches his high, emptying his load inside you. Thick ropes of his cum fill you in, some of it running down your thighs. Although you feel like you’ve ascended, you whine appreciatively. You’ve always loved the feeling of getting creampied. And that is the last thing you are able to register.

Yeonjun waits for his recovery from the orgasm, your body entirely limp in his arms. He carries you both to the nearby bathroom once he has regained a bit of his energy. With utmost care, he cleans you up first, holding you close so that you are safe. He freshens up himself after he is done with you, carrying you back to the bedroom and tucking you in. You hum, immediately curling up under the blanket. He smiles, pressing a fond kiss on your forehead. “Rest well, baby. You were so amazing today. I love you.”

You smile sleepily, melting his heart for the umpteenth time. Sighing, Yeonjun goes back up to his game room to retrieve his clothes. After dressing up, he grabs his phone and is immediately shocked to see a lot of texts in the group chat he is in with Soobin, Beomgyu and Taehyun. He opens the chat nonchalantly, blood draining from his face soon after.

[Beomgyu, 3:17 pm] Uh? Turn your mic off? @Yeonjun???

[Taehyun, 3:21 pm] Okay yeah I’m quitting the game. I do not need a boner nor free porno asmr right now.

[Soobin, 3:30 pm] Wow… I’m… I don’t know what to say.

[Beomgyu, 3:33 pm] ??? DUDE ARE YOU STILL THERE

[Soobin, 3:45 pm] Yeah…

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dirty ― c.yeonjun x f.reader

wc: 2.9k

genre: smut, slight fluff

cw: protected sex, fingering, penetration, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader,

summary: you and your friends hang out, and when you get hurt, yeonjun takes care of you. however, things take a different turn with the tension building up between you both, hopefully no one notices.

a/n: my first smut post, hope you enjoy it!

your night wasn't supposed to turn out like this, the initial plan was to hang-out with your friends and watch a movie. however, most of them canceled and it ended up being just you, soobin, and his friend yeonjun.

you had talked to yeonjun a few times, but it never went on for too long. you usually just talked to soobin and made sure to share a polite greeting or small talk with the other.

that wasn't the case today.

after a few minutes of hanging out as a group, soobin left to go buy some ramyeon. meanwhile, you and yeonjun shared a nice conversation while preparing the snacks for the movie. turns out you both had many things in common, and really hit it off!

you never cared about yeonjun that much, although you did catch yourself admiring his handsome looks more than once. especially with his new haircut, a black colored short mullet. it suited him perfectly, and you thought it gave him a wild messy look, which you had to admit, you liked a lot.

"the popcorn's almost ready. we should go get soobin." you inform yeonjun as you check on the pot filled with little popcorn bits.

"alright, let me grab soobin and we can get started with the movie." he agreed, headed towards the door.

a loud yelp erupted from you, making him stop in his tracks, quickly looking back to find you crouching next to the stove. you were blowing softly into your hand, trying to soothe the burn in your left palm.

"what's happened?!" yeonjun ran to crouch by your side, searching after your eyes, confused as to what hurt you.

"i tried to push the pot to a corner of the stove, to move the popcorn into a bowl, but the handle was burning. it's dumb really, i should've known." you admit. then, as you look up, you meet his concerned stare. somehow, the way he showed his concern made you feel better.

"hey, it can happen." he replies, his eyes leaving yours to observe the red spot on your palm.

"i guess." you sigh, gathering yourself and standing up slowly.

"let's go to the bathroom, there's a first-aid kit there." he proposed as he stood back up as well, walking to the hall. you nodded and followed along, thinking it was indeed a good choice.

once you got there, yeonjun told you to sit on the toilet seat in order to treat your wound more easily. he grabbed some bandages and a small tube of cream from the first-aid kit, getting on his knees in front of you.

"show me." he ordered.

reaching your hand out, you pointed at the red spot with a pitiful expression. it was like he was helping a hurt puppy, with the way your eyes shined, tears threatening to spill.

"i'm gonna put some cream on it, and then i'm gonna wrap your hand with a small bandage. okay?" he explained, holding your hand closer to him, his other one holding a small q-tip with cream. again, you nodded and observed attentively.

"ah!" you winced, the light pressure of the q-tip already stinging. this time, you couldn't help but let out a small tear. it wasn't really that you couldn't take it, but your body reacted on it's own.

"shhh. i just started y/n." he said, focusing on finishing the application. once he finished applying your cream, he proceeded to gently wrap a bandage around your palm. what you didn't know was that he sneaked a few glances at your teary eyes, surprised by how adorable you looked. were you always this cute?

"thank you." you say looking down at him while he packs the bandages back into the first-aid kit. he looked really good, kneeling in front of you, his bangs falling perfectly onto his forehead. you weren't sure why, but this moment of his really got to you.

"no problem, just make sure you're careful next time." he answered, looking back at you. as he looked at you, his eyes trailed down to observe you in detail. the way your skirt laid on your soft thighs, covering just about enough to make him want more, the way your delicate hands rested on your lap, every bit of you looked so innocent and sweet.

"is there something on my skirt?" you asked, looking down at it, slightly lifting it to get a better view of it. as you lifted your skirt, ever so slightly, yeonjun catched a glimpse of your underwear. the soft fabric that covered your most intimate spot, made his mind spin, unable to focus any longer. he wasn't sure what it was about you, but everything you did, had him hooked.

"what? no, sorry." yeonjun said as he cleared his throat and looked away, trying his best to maintain his composure. you didn't think much of it and let your skirt fall back down.

you then tried to sit up from the toilet seat by pushing yourself up with your hands, but as you did that, forgetting your wound, you failed and fell down. this clumsy mishap ended up giving you a new seat, yeonjun's lap.

you both didn't say a word as you stared at each other, dumbfounded. you were definitely seeing yeonjun in a different way, but you didn't plan to end up in this position so abruptly. on the other end of it, yeonjun was hoping nothing else that could trouble his thoughts further would happen. nevertheless, things were going differently.

"y/n-" the boy called as his breath hitched, his body reacting at once. he had to admit, he didn't hate how things were going, but he wanted to know you were in the same place about it.

"i- i didn't mean to do that-" you blurted out, your cheeks burning up and your thoughts running wild. if you thought seeing him kneeling down in front you was a nice view, this was a heavenly sight. yeonjun's chest was rising up and down slowly, his cheeks pink, and his eyes shining in anticipation.

"just- don't move-" yeonjun pleaded, grabbing your side to keep you in place, scared of what might happen if you kept moving around. he was already half hard from seeing you earlier.

meanwhile, you were starting to get aroused too. you could feel yeonjun's bulge from underneath you, big and warm. you didn't know what to think or what to do. but you knew you wanted to do something about the growing sexual tension between you both. you had felt it for a little while now, and it was driving you crazy.

"yeonjun... can this go further?" you asked, looking into his eyes in search for an answer.

the moment those words left your lips, something snapped in him. he wasn't gonna stop himself anymore. you wanted him, and he wanted you.his eyes went dark, the noticeable shift in him making you more excited.

"yeah? is that what you want?" he cooed, grabbing your waist with both hands, bringing you closer to him. "for me to fuck you?" he purred into your ear.

"please-" you asked of him, placing your hands on the back of his neck, giving him your best puppy eyes.

"beg for it." he demanded, even though he was just as eager as you, waiting to ruin you completely.

"please yeonjun. please fuck me." you begged, not caring about how pathetic you sounded or looked, needing to be touched by him.

"good girl." he praised before lifting up your skirt, getting an even better view of the underwear he saw before. he smiles, noticing the wet patch forming on them.

"that's cute." he commented, staring at your crotch, planning his next move. you gazed at him, waiting impatiently, until you saw him bring his fingers up to his mouth. he stuck one, then two of his fingers into it, sinfully sucking on them as he stared back at you, not once breaking eye contact.

running out of patience, yeonjun removed his fingers from his mouth to bring them down between your legs, pushing your panties aside. he started to rub his digits against your core, he was desperate, but he still wanted to have his fun. you immediately reacted to his touch, sucking in a sharp breath.

"please don't tease-" you implored impatiently. you also had your fair share of waiting and built up tension, especially with his whole finger sucking act, you couldn't bear teasing right now.

taking the hint, yeonjun pushed one of his fingers inside you moving it in and out slowly. your pussy was a wet mess and it drenched his fingers as he added another one. his eyes fixated on them, entranced by the way you kept sucking him back in.

"fuck. all for me?" he inquired with a frown of his eyebrows, fascinated. his dick twitched in his pants as he kept working his fingers inside you, enticing soft whimpers from you.

"yeonjun —hah! so good-" you moaned, pulling him by his shirt, needing him closer to you, as if he would get separated from you any second.

"baby, look at the mess you made~" yeonjun commented as he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact, until he brought them up to your face. "wanna help me clean them up?"

you hesitated for a second, surprised by the lewdness of it all, you hadn't really done things this messy before. it all felt so dirty, and it turned you on even more. you approached his fingers and started to lick them, moving them inside your mouth to suck on them. the sight was delightful, yeonjun getting amazed by this lewd image of you, his cock aching for release.

"shit-" he cursed as he kept his eyes on you. he moved his other hand down to his sweatpants, lowering them just enough for his cock to spring out, slapping his abdomen. he took a condom out of his pocket, opening it and dragging it on himself smoothly.

once he moved his hand away from your mouth, you immediately peered down to see his cock, finally freed. his tip was red and leaking a bit of pre-cum, his dick was so pretty, you couldn't take your eyes off of it.

"enjoying the view?" he questioned with a small smirk to the side, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. god, he was unreal.

"you have such a pretty dick, yeonjun." you smiled at him, having a flash of confidence. his cheeks turned into a deeper pink, and his confidence was instantly boosted. he was going to ravage you.

"go to the sink and bend over." he commanded, standing up and taking his shirt off, revealing his toned abdomen and supple skin. you followed his command without hesitation, starved for his touch. you couldn't wait any longer.

yeonjun placed himself behind you, his pants still on but lowered just enough for his member to comfortably be out. he grabbed your hip with one hand, using his other one to align himself with your entrance. you sighed at the moment you felt his tip prod at your entrance, feeling yourself grow even more wet by the second.

"ah- fuck y/n-" he moaned once he allowed himself to fully sink inside you, without giving you time to adjust to his size, his hips started top snap rythmically against you. "i-i can't hold back any longer-" he stuttered as he rammed into you mercilessly.

unable to mutter a single word, you managed only to moan disconnectedly, grabbing onto the sink for leverage. his pace was rough, and he hit you deeper with each thrust he landed. you started to think he was gonna break you with how hard he was hammering into you.

looking up into the reflection of the mirror, barely being able to hold your head up, you were met with a lewd expression on yeonjun's face. he was staring back at you, his brows furrowed, his mouth slightly parted, the corners of it lifting up in a barely noticeable way. it felt obscene to watch as he pounded into you from behind, making you recoil with every push and pull of his dick.

suddenly, the sound of the front door opening up made you both freeze, looking at each other in the reflection, your eyes wide open. your breaths were erratic and you were both glistening in sweat, but as much as you admired the state you both found yourselves in, you couldn't help but panic at the thought of soobin being back.

yeonjun reached behind him with his arm and locked the door silently. neither of you said a word, fearing that soobin might hear something.

"guys?" soobin called out from the living room, confused as to where you both went.

just as you were catching your breath, doing your best at staying still, you felt yeonjun buck up into you, hitting you deeply.

"mmh-" you moaned softly, your eyes almost shutting close.

"shh baby. you don't want him to hear you, do you?" yeonjun whispered after grabbing a fist full of your hair, pulling you close to him. his chest pressed up against your back, his dick still pulsating inside you.

"jun- please-" you plead in a barely audible tone.

his lips crashed against yours, devouring you like a starved man. his tongue made its way into your mouth, exploring it carelessly. his kisses were rough, making you whine into his mouth as he resumed his abuse to your drenched core, hammering into you savagely.

"hello?! are you guys here?!" soobin called out again, starting to get annoyed.

but soobin was kicked out of your thoughts, you could only focus on the rough fuck that yeonjun was delivering to you. using his dancer skills to his advantage, his hips slapped yours without a stop, keeping a steady rythm. the knot in your stomach started to feel like it was going to snap, and you were not going to last long.

"you gonna come angel?" he whispered as he noticed the trembling and erratic jolts of your legs. "do it. fucking soak me."

your orgasm hit you like a truck, the knot snapping as soon as he commanded you to do so, as if it was yeonjun that controlled your body completely. your moans were fortunately muffled by yeonjun's hand covering your mouth, all while he still fucked himself into you, not letting you ride out your high correctly.

"they really left without telling me..." soobin groaned, grabbing his keys and leaving.

"you're so good baby- so fucking good-" he praised, his voice breaking up as he felt his high approach him too. his pace started to falter, his hands grabbing onto your sides with bruising strength. "'i'm sorry-" he apologized, being aware of the fact that he was fully overstimulating you.

with one last sharp thrust to your cunt, he came. filling the condom up with his seed, making you feel it deep inside you., his hot breath unstable against your neck as he came down from his orgasm.

he pulled out of you slowly, allowing you both catch your breaths. then he took the condom off carefully, throwing it in the trash next to the sink.

"i guess this means we won't be eating any ramyeon tonight." he chuckled softly while leaning against the door and zipping his pants up, admiring you as you re-arranged yourself.

"oh shit! soobin! i forgot!" you exclaimed, remembering your poor friend who you left alone. you finished checking yourself in the mirror, trying your best to look polished, even though you inevitably looked like a fucked out mess.

"yeah well, he won't forget. we basically abandoned him for all he knows." he laughed as he ruffled his hair, unconsciously mimicking your "cleaning myself up" actions.

"yeah, poor soobin." you laughed, turning to look at him as he opened the door. "hey, so about this, we won't be awkward or anything, right..?" you asked.

"i'm cool with it. although it's probably best not to make something big out of it too soon, you know? wouldn't want them to start making things weird.." he replied.

"yeah! i mean- oh, i have to go. my friend's picking me up" you smiled apologetically as you followed him into the living room, looking at the new text on you phone while picking up your things from the couch.

"i guess i'll see you next time?" yeonjun asked as he grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge, going up to you to hand you one too. "you can also call me, if you wanna hang out again."

"yeah, for sure." you agreed, taking the water bottle with a sweet smile, leaving towards the door.

yeonjun followed you, making sure to see you out. he really was enchanted by you, and he was never going to be able to forget you after this. he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms as he watched you say your goodbyes and nodded along.

"i'm looking forward to next time y/n. i bet it's gonna be even more fun." yeonjun commented as you walked off into the building's hall, you turned around one last time, to see him flashing you a teasing wink before taking another sip of his water.

©kiztae | 2023

just a little tipsy!

Includes: Taehyun calling you to pick up your wasted boyfriend after their videoshoot with Suga!

a/n: pbbbt this sucks but enjoy :P

“Is he really that drunk?”

“Do you not hear him? He can barely stand up.”

“Ok ok I’m on my way.”

Arriving at the place, you could see Taehyun deadpanning as Yeonjun talked in his ear. You laugh at his drunken state, exiting the car. “Finally Jesus Christ he won’t stop whispering in my ear.” Taehyun narrowed his eyes, Yeonjun lighting up at the sight of you.

“Baby! Oh my god I missed you so much.” He goes to walk to you, swaying side to side. You grab his waist, holding him up. Yeonjun shoves your head in his chest, giving you a big hug. Pulling away from you he holds you by your shoulders. “Hi.” He boops your nose with his finger, making you shake your head in amusement. “Hi junnie.” Turning to Taehyun,“You okay to drive?”

“Yup all good, I’m good with liquor unlike some people.” He pokes at Yeonjun, his face forming into a pout. He grumbles at him as you lead him back to the car. When your strapping his seat belt on, Yeonjun stops you, holding you by your cheeks. “I love you~” He pecks your lips, pulling away and tracing them with his thumb. You peck his forehead, “love you too.” Making him blush, and smile drunkly at you, not knowing if it was because of the alcohol or because he was just so in love with you.

The whole car ride Yeonjun was blabbering on about how the food they ate was so delicious and he wanted more. “I wish you were there so you could try some. It was the best meat in the world.” You loved when Yeonjun was drunk, he never really had filter but when he was drunk he was so carefree, anything coming to mind would be spoke within the next second.

Arriving home was a little tricky because he did not wanna drink any water. “Jun baby please you need to drink water.” He shook his head no a big pout on his lips. “I want a kiss.” He puckered his lips, pulling you closer by the waist. “If you drink I’ll give you a kiss.” He grunted, snatching the cup of water in your hands and chugging it. Wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, he kissed you.

Yet instead of a long kiss he kept leaving pecks until he eventually deepened it by holding the back of your head. Sighing in content, he traces your bottom lip with his tongue, making you pull away. “Heyyyyy.” He whines, chasing your lips, only to be met with your cheek. “I’m not making out with you junnie. You need sleep.” He dramatically sighs, rolling his eyes. “But I just wanna kiss you.” He rubs your lips again. “I know but you also need to sleep. Come on.”

With protest, he lets you drag him to your shared bedroom. You try to get him changed, pulling his shirt off he gives you a look, making you roll your eyes playfully. He only let you put a pair of shorts on him, flopping onto the bed with you in his arms. “Hold on baby I have to get you a painkiller for the morning.” He smiles dreamily, tracing your cheeks. “I love it when you take care of me, you make me feel so loved.” He’s smiling hard, his eyes flicking between your lips and eyes.

“You’re so pretty baby. Did I ever tell you that?”

“Every day Jun.” You giggle in his embrace, “Mkay good because you’re my pretty girl.” He pecks your lips, then your cheeks and lastly your forehead. Whilst tracing your lips, he lays his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat. With your hands in his hair and the calm beat of your heart, he slowly flutters his eyes close. But before letting the sleep consume him he whispers. “I love you baby.” “I love you too Yeonjun.” He smiles, his breathing turning shallow, you following soon after.

When it’s morning, Yeonjun groans, caressing his head. “Ugh my head.” You stare up at him, tracing shapes on his chest. “You wouldn’t let me grab the pill for you so.” “Im never drinking again.” You both share a look, bursting into laughter right after. He doesn’t say anything, just grabbing you and once again kissing your lips.

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(give me that) can't sleep love | cyj

you’ve been managing yeonjun flawlessly for a few good years now, but there are just some things you can’t keep under control. the obvious solution? a blind date that skews towards the unexpected.

pairing: solo idol!yeonjun x reader rating: T genre: romance warnings: none! like the narrative has a swear word like idk once? word count: 3.5k 

author’s notes: yeah it’s not actually valentine’s day but we write for a completely new fandom because we simply have no restraint !! just kidding, i’ve actually been hoping to extend my writing for other groups, but i haven’t yet because i’m extremely slow and a bit fickle. this is my first time writing for anything txt, but i hope to do so a bit more in the future! 

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Maybe your mom was right. Maybe the entertainment industry just isn’t for you.

She’d actively warned you against dedicating your time to, well, anything involving the glitz and glam, but you just hadn’t listened. There had been good opportunities, great experiences you’d never get anywhere else. For the most part, your choices had helped that expectation become that reality; you’d met people not just anyone got to meet, and you’d definitely had a substantial amount of unique encounters.

Still, you were aware that the only reason you’d ever gotten the chance to taste a little bit of the high life was because you had Yeonjun on your side. Choi Yeonjun — the rising star of the idol world, with a better career trajectory than the guy who owned Apple, it seemed. His job was the access pass to everything you enjoyed. Unfortunately, your ticket to all the good things was also the key to your prolonged misery.

As his manager, you have a ton of roles to play — logistics coordinator, scheduler, alarm clock, wardrobe checker, and, on one unfortunate incident, last-minute make-up artist when the original girl had been a no-show. You were supposed to be busy at every turn, but Yeonjun on the job was something of a well-oiled machine, learning how to feed himself while you were on the phone and follow the line-up to the letter as long as he was awake enough to do it. It’s possible you could blame him for all the downtime you got that had led to the bulk of the problem.

Actually, you aren’t sure when it started or even how. Maybe it had happened somewhere in the middle of all his showcases and shows, sandwiched between the constant fever of communication and movement. Maybe it had come up in those hectic car rides where you’d spent a ton of time reminding him of what to do and what to expect. Or maybe it had grown with every time you had to wake him up in one of many lonely hotel rooms, with his head half-buried in the pillow to muffle the sleepy groans he’d use to respond to your soft voice.

Whenever it was, all you could be sure of was that you liked him. A lot. Maybe even with the time you’d come to know him, after all these years, a part of you was ready to say you loved him.

But that was the biggest barrier in the job, wasn’t it? Managers are supposed to stop their idols from dating, not want to do it with them. For the most part, you’ve been successful in holding yourself back from doing something stupid, which is technically the bare minimum for you. These days, though, you aren’t sure what it is; maybe you’re just on edge from all the work in this year’s promotional stint, and that kind of contributes to a weakened mentality, or some kind of wack explanation like that, but you find yourself more often losing your train of thought when you’re with him. Even without detailing the specifics to your friends and co-workers, they’ve noticed something was bothering you. They’d urged you to relieve yourself of your duties a little, maybe hire a co-manager to do all the menial stuff, but you know that’s not really the issue. Only one person — Sunyoung, Yeonjun’s wardrobe stylist — had managed to hit the nail on the head semi-accurately.  

“Look, I get it,” she’d said one evening, after she’d shooed Yeonjun out of the dressing room so he could strap on his in-ear piece and prepare for the stage. You were supposed to be running around like a headless chicken, making sure everything was in check, but you were just slumped on the couch in the dressing room playing some dumb shark game your nephew had downloaded onto your phone. “You’re tired. You’re lonely. You can’t even go out for a cup of coffee without worrying about Yeonjun. But he’s fine. You can relax a little.”

“I’m totally relaxed,” you’d mumbled, watching your shark devour a poor surfer on your screen. “I’m fine.”

“Then you should get out more. Leave all of this behind and meet new people. Go on a date. Listen,” she’d covered your phone with her palm, and you heard the telltale music of your game coming to a bitter end. “Do something fun. Go on a date, seriously. I can set you up. It doesn’t even have to be anything serious, ____________! Just do something not work-related for once next week, and get this toxicity or whatever out of your system.”

You didn’t have the heart to say no or the courage to admit that nothing really would happen if that date wasn’t with Yeonjun, considering how far gone you were, so you’d just agreed.

Sunyoung had set you up for a Valentine’s Day date. Ironically, while the point was supposedly to get your mind off of Yeonjun on that day, he had a scheduled fan sign in Sinchon that you couldn’t miss out on. You had to pack an extra set of nicer clothes and a make-up bag that Yeonjun had eyed questioningly but silently as you’d entered the van.

“So how long is this fan sign?” He’d asked instead, immediately turning his attention to his phone the moment the van had started moving.

“Until six.”

“Then I don’t have another schedule, right?”

“No.” You don’t really ask why he’s curious; Yeonjun enjoys his personal time, as any celebrity does. “You’re free after. The van can take you home, or wherever else you need to be.”

He’d hummed appreciatively, fixated on his phone, and the rest of the ride is consumed in silence until you’d arrive at the venue.  

Yeonjun is whisked immediately into hair and make-up, and Sunyoung emerges from his dressing tent a few moments after he disappears inside, portable clothes steamer in hand. “Hey; did you get my text?”

You shake your head; you’d spent the car ride irresponsibly ignoring your phone, opting to gnaw on one of your nails instead.  

“I sent you the details of a reservation slot in this nice Italian place near Dongdaemun. Just drop my name and they’ll lead you to the table.”

“Look, I don’t really know if I want to do this,” you mumble sheepishly. “Blind dating isn’t my speed.”  

“Just go. It’ll be fine. If you don’t like him, you don’t like him. Just give it a shot. If all else fails, just enjoy the pasta,” she’d said with finality, bopping the nozzle of the steamer on your shoulder as she walks away.  

Yeonjun is out of the dressing room in twenty minutes, and even then, you’re not sure why it takes that long. You’ve consistently held the belief that Yeonjun doesn’t need make-up to look good, and you can hardly tell when he has it on, anyway. Still, it’s nice to see his stylist pushing his hair up into a neat, tiny quiff, and he’s changed from his standard white tee and jeans to something that resembles a casual suit. You guessed they did it for Valentine’s Day — emulating the coveted boyfriend look, and all that.  

“How do I look?” He asks you, right before you lead him onstage. His eyes follow your hand as you fix the front of his jacket quickly.  

“Great,” you reply. “As usual.”

“So until six, right?” His mouth is lifting into a grin that you can’t really understand.  

“Until six,” you confirm, now a little curious. “You got somewhere to be?”  

“Not sure,” he looks down at you enigmatically. “It’s my off time, so we’ll see what happens.”  

“Don’t do anything stupid,” you warn him, even though there’s no heat in your words. You know he’s not dumb enough to gallivant around doing things that will get him on Dispatch’s radar.  

He just laughs, giving you a small wink before he hops onstage, taking two steps at a time. The voices around you are drowned out by the screams that ensue once his fans see him.  

From then on, it’s just the same pattern for the next two hours — you, standing on one corner of the stage beside a guy from security, watching hundreds of girls in a line titter and scream and fall to their knees in front of the table where Yeonjun is seated at. They’ve all got albums in their hands, offering them to him reverently for a signature, and he takes them all good-naturedly, scrawling his name and some short, practically unreadable message somewhere around it while chatting with them about food he likes and what movies he’s into these days.  

Since it’s Valentine’s Day, a ton of girls come with romantic gifts — flowers, chocolates, goodies baskets. One girl even brings a large teddy bear, plopping it down in front of him unceremoniously and scaring Yeonjun into accidentally miswriting his signature. You and the rest of his management team aren’t really strict about prohibiting gifts, but Yeonjun refuses all of them — nicely, of course, but to the disappointment of many fans. Every time he says no, he glances at you, like he’s worried you’re going to tell him off if he says yes. You’d wondered once before if he was just trying to pin the blame on you, but you know he’s not cruel like that. Today doesn’t make a difference; he rejects people with apologetic looks as he gives their albums back, and you can see their dejection as they trod off the stage. The teddy bear girl had left the toy by the stairs in her disappointment.  

Yeonjun starts his closing ment at a quarter to six, and you tap the security guy next to you to remind him to bring him straight backstage after he’s finished before dashing off and ducking into the dressing room to change. You hear deafening cheers coupled with Yeonjun’s cute little goodbye! that signal the end of the fan sign, and you’ve just finished combing your hair back when Yeonjun walks in, idly patting his hair to see if everything is still in place.

“You look nice,” he observes casually, shrugging off his jacket. You try to avoid looking at him, even if his shoulders are so impossibly broad that you can’t really ever keep them out of your peripheral vision. “Do you have plans?”  

“As a matter of fact, I do,” you admit, unsure as to why you feel so guilty for saying so. You’re not dating, you have to remind yourself. And you’re allowed to go out after work.

“Meeting someone special?”  

“I’m not sure. Could be. I don’t know who I’m meeting, if I’m being honest.”  

His expression is unreadable; his fingers are twirling his marker in quick, hypnotizing circles.  

“Well, have fun,” he finally says, moving to hang his jacket on the back of a chair. “You should take the subway or something. Rush hour, and all that.”  

“Thanks for the tip.” His words sound pretty dismissive, but you’re not sure why you don’t just leave right away. Maybe you’re expecting him to say something, although it’s really more about what you wish he would rather than what he reasonably would, and he just continues to stare quietly, still toying with the Sharpie. “If you… need anything, just call. You know?”  

“I know,” he replies simply. “But I won’t bother you on a date. That’s just plain rude.”

“I’ll still answer. You know you’re more important than a blind date.”  

“Am I?” He looks amused. “Sounds like you take this job too seriously. Don’t worry about me. I’ll probably just go home after all. There’s a wildlife documentary I’m dying to catch.”  

You’re pretty sure you hadn’t meant the job, but you don’t correct him considering how that would out you. “Okay. See you bright and early tomorrow. Remember you’ve got a radio interview at nine, so can you please not stop by Starbucks before you go home? Please?”  

“Sure, sure,” he waves you and your nagging off, and you bolt out of the door, feeling kind of stupid and a little flushed.  

You take Yeonjun’s advice and get on the subway, except the first two trains Dongdaemun-bound are full to the brim and you have to squeeze yourself into the car of the third train by elbowing a couple of annoying teenage boys. The other problem you run into is that the train station exits are a fair way away from your destination, and you aren’t used to running in heels. You clip-clop your way down the sidewalk and hit every red light for the pedestrian crossings, much to your ire. At one point, you stop in the middle of the crossing and consider just storming back to the opposite end of the road and going home, but the subway station is too far away for that choice to make sense at that point anyway.  

By the time you get to the restaurant, you’re about fifteen minutes late and have to sit on the chairs for walk-in customers to give your feet a break. The guy at the front of the house has the decency to wait for you to catch your breath and even quietly point out that a lock of hair is stuck to your lip gloss before he asks if you have a reservation.  

You nervously pick at your dress and comb the ends of your hair as you follow him. You notice someone is already seated at the table, back to you and looking over the menu. You think about all the things that you want to say — sorry for being late, have you been waiting long?, I totally understand if you want to just leave — but there’s a weird nagging in the back of your mind that grows as you approach the table.  

Maybe Sunyoung had known you had a type, so to speak —lean, sharp, nicely dressed. Technically, that wasn’t such a difficult set of characteristics to find, but the fact that they were all rolled up into one package seated at your table, so similar to the guy you’ve pinned as ideal, was just kind of spooky. Even the fact that your blind date was laughing to himself at God knows what, alongside the fact that the way his angular shoulders moved up and down comically the way his would, isjust weird.

That, or…  

All thoughts of apologizing fly out the window once you reach the table. All you can do is stare, your ears ringing and your fingers clutching your wallet tightly. Your mind has completely disconnected from reality, and the first thing that tumbles out of your mouth is loud and a little crude.  

“Literally, what the hell?”  

All the guy at your table can do is laugh harder, clearly because he’s Lee Freaking Yeonjun, and he’s finding this situation sidesplittingly hilarious.  

“Yeonjun,” you hiss, your hand flying up and curling into a fist in an attempt to restrain yourself from grabbing him by the collar. “What are you doing here?”  

It takes him another half-minute to sober down, and he’s still chuckling a little as he answers. “Waiting for my date, obviously.”  

“Explain,” you demand, pointedly ignoring the looks couples from another table are giving you.

“Okay, but you have to sit down first,” he motions to the seat across from him. You pull it back and plop down onto it, gaze unwavering. He pauses, kind of dramatically, before continuing. “So there’s a set course meal, but I know you don’t like shellfish, so I thought—”

“I don’t want an explanation of the menu!” You shut your eyes, trying to block out the scene for a second. This can’t be happening. It makes no sense. “I want to know — wait, is this a prank?” 

“What? No, of course not.”  

“How are you here?”  

“I took the van here,” he says, once again elusive. “I actually thought you’d get here before me, but then I realized you probably had to walk a long way. Sorry.” He has the decency to look sheepish at this point.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m on a date?” He shakes his head. “What’s not clicking, ____________?”

“Don’t sass me. Please. Do me that one courtesy, if nothing else.” He watches you down your water in one go, still looking politely amused. “Did Sunyoung put you up to this?”  

“Actually, I asked her to rope you in.”

“Because?”  

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” He looks incredulous. “Because I like you. I thought that was kind of obvious from the get-go.”

Nothing is making sense to you. Your head is starting to hurt a little, maybe from the situation, maybe from the cold water you’d drunk too fast. “How was it obvious?” You thought you had been kind of obvious, which was why you had attempted to stay distant and pretty aloof for the past few months.  

“I listen to everything you say.”

“You have to,” you point out wearily. “That’s literally supposed to be our professional relationship.”  

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t have done it so well and so frequently if it were anyone else who were my manager,” he tries to reason, then continues when you look unconvinced. “And the gifts. I don’t take them.”  

“So?”  

“So, I don’t have a reason to not take them, technically. I just don’t because I don’t want you to think I’m accepting other people’s affections.”  

“That makes no sense. They’re your fans, so that has nothing to do with personal affections. You’re terrible at this.”  

“Okay, fine — but so are you!” His voice transitions into something a little accusing. “It’s not like you’ve been good at showing me you like me either.”  

He pauses, and for the first time in your life, you see something cross his face — uncertainty, maybe, or anxiety.  

“You do like me, don’t you?”  

The fire of indignant anger fueled by your initial shock dies down, and you’re left feeling a little embarrassed now. The entire walk here, you’d been torturing yourself with the fantasy that you could be somewhere else with Yeonjun on a date, but now that he’s seated across you in the flesh, you have no clue what to do or how to react properly. You toy with your napkin, but you feel his eyes burning into you.  

“Fine. I do, but,” you raise your voice a little at the conjunction; he doesn’t even take you seriously, choosing to look relieved instead. “But I’m not supposed to, Yeonjun. This is bad.”  

“Why? We’re at an old people restaurant. No one’s going to recognize us.”  

“Because I’m not supposed to go on dates with the idol I’m managing.”

“Be honest,” his bottom lip juts out. “Is that all you think of me?”  

Your lips thin out into a tight line; it’s easy to say no if you’re cheeky like him, but you’re pretty sure it’s easier to fire a manager for dating off-bounds than it is to cut off an idol’s career for the same reason.  

“Can’t we be, you know,” he points between the two of you. “Just us? Not manager and idol. Just you and me. Just for tonight. And we can see how it goes.”  

You hate that you cave so easily. You hate that you know you do because you like him so much. Your hand comes up to your face, trying to rub the ache away from your temples. A small, triumphant grin is growing on Yeonjun, like he already knows what you’re going to say. It occurs to you that after all this time you’ve come to know him well, he may have reached the same level of familiarity with you as well.

“Fine,” you mumble, and he doesn’t even contain his joy, pumping his fist into the air embarrassingly. “Fine. Just for tonight.”  

“Just for tonight,” he agrees. “Then we can see how it goes.”  

When you finally decide to meet his eye, you can’t help but laugh softly. He’s looking a little smug, and you want to smack him, or maybe just kiss him a little, but you just nudge his foot under the table. It doesn’t do anything to faze that little shit-eating expression on his face.  

“Don’t think this gets you off of waking up early,” you warn, but you never do get to threaten him effectively with just how soft your words are. “I’m still hauling you out of bed at seven.”

“As long as it’s you,” he grins. “And no one else.”  

“Shut up,” you try to bite back your smile, ducking your head instead to look at the menu when you feel it growing anyway. “Order your food.”  

You know he’s not looking at the menu even as you pretend to peruse it. Still, he falls quiet, eerily so, and you think he’s just staring until you feel something soft land on top of your hand.

Your eyes lift again to his face, and he’s still smiling, albeit a little more serenely, without that joking expression he’s practically trademarked. His hand squeezes yours tightly, and even when he loosens his hold, his palm never leaves yours.  

“You really do look beautiful tonight,” he says softly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, _______________.”  

I Was Wrong. (M)

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Choi Yeonjun

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, oneshot.

Warnings: porn with an angsty yet cute plot, soft dom yeonjun, oral giving/receiving, squirting lmao, cumplay, degration, (with love). just nasty shit.

Wordcount: 3,1k

“I saw the way she looked at you!”

“Y/n you’re being fucking ridiculous, how can I control the way another woman looks at me.” Yeonjun huffs taking off his coat, lazily putting it over a chair at your dinner table. He was done with the argument that erupted on the drive home already and wasn’t trying to feed your anger with more anger.

What was supposed to be a great dinner with Yeonjun’s old college friends, turned to shit once you spotted his ex-girlfriend at the same table.

“Why didn’t you tell me she’d be there?” you turn to face him with sad eyes and angrily furrowed eyebrows.

“I didn’t know.”

“Bullshit.” Your voice cracked when you felt yourself choke up, which made him look at you with pity.

“…Baby don’t look at me like that. Fuck.” Yeonjun walked over to you and softly lifted his hand to caress your cheek but you flinched, avoiding his touch altogether as you took a step back to walk into your shared bedroom.

You left him glued to the floor of your kitchen for a few seconds. He was utterly confused at the fact that you just rejected his loving gesture, and by now anger was slowly starting to boil in the pit of his stomach at your ridiculous behavior.

He scoffed, stepping inside your shared bedroom to see you with your back facing him. You were calmly taking off your jewelry until you spot him in the full body mirror you were looking into.

“Don’t walk away from me like that.” Yeonjun hisses blocking your vision from the mirror by standing in front of you. “Why are you so upset? I left your side to talk to her for two seconds. That’s it! We parted ways as friends so there are no hard feelings. It was a friendly conversation y/n, I promise.”

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sweet shopping surprise

pairing: yeonjun x reader 

situation: you meet the school’s “bad boy” in the mall 

photo: omyeongj on pinterest

Yeonjun is notorious in school as the boy your mom warned you about. Living up to this title, he rides a dangerous-looking motorbike and comes to class with cuts on his face. 

Even though you share many classes with him, you have always made an effort to stay away.

That is, until today. 

You ran into him at the shopping mall — more specifically, at the kiddie’s table in the Lego store.

You were trying to find a gift for your niece’s birthday, and he was completing his castle.

“Yeonjun?” 

He knocked down several pieces when he looked up and saw you from behind his pink bangs. His ears turn the same color as his hair. 

“Hey, Y/N. Of all places, I didn’t think I’d run into you here.” He tries to mask his flustered voice with a sheepish smile. 

“Do you want to, uh, join me?”

It’s only polite to say yes… You thought, pulling the chair out and sitting down in front of him. 

He slid the instruction manual across the small table so both of you could look at it together. In response, you picked up the pieces and started adding them to his castle. 

At first, it was easy to fixate your eyes on the castle. But as time passed, and the two of you moved closer and closer to work on the core part, you couldn’t help but notice Yeonjun’s pretty profile.

Furrowed eyebrows, parted lips, and a focused gaze. It wasn’t difficult to understand why he’s named the hottest guy in school, year after year.

An hour later, the castle is complete. Yeonjun was super proud, whipping out his phone to take pictures and all that. 

You were ready to bid him goodbye and return to searching for your niece’s gift when he shot from his seat and pulled you by the sleeve. 

“Since you helped me with my castle, I’ll return the favor.” 

“Well, I’m gift-shopping for my niece.”

“Then, let’s get your niece the best gift of his life!”

One store, then another. You two only digressed once to eat Bingsu and listen to a song by this group called TXT that he liked. 

Okay, maybe twice.

The second time was when he convinced you to go on the red train that rode through the mall to give people a tour.

His reasoning was that you would know all the stores and wouldn’t accidentally miss one. 

When the two of you finally landed the perfect gift, it was dark out. 

“Do you want to go eat something?” He asked, standing next to you on the escalator. 

“Sure, I’m a bit hungry.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

But deep down, you know the wild feeling in your stomach is something other than hunger. 

Yeonjun flashes you a wide grin.

“All that walking… I’m starving!” 

After dinner, you agreed to let Yeonjun take you home on his motorbike. He was an absolute gentleman, helping you with your helmet and lifting you to climb onto the seat. 

Though he wasn’t that much of a gentleman when he purposefully accidentally sped so you would clasp your arms around his waist. 

When you realized and tried to unravel, Yeonjun pulled them back. “Let’s stay like this.” Voice deep and warm, rattling your ears. 

Cue: internal combustion. 

In the end, he took you home safe and sound, handed you your gift bag, and wished you good night. 

You didn’t know it then. But it was the first of many more mall dates with Yeonjun.

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(a/n): i miss yeonjun and im feeling particularly upset tonight so i am going to serve hot and fresh yeonjun fluff 😭

his breathing is steady, chest going up and down in slow rhythmic routine that indicates he’s fast asleep. you’ve been talking for awhile in bed, just whispers and conversations of nothing until you wait for sleep to take over. but it seems like you’re the unfortunate target of restless insomnia tonight, your brain refuses to give in to the exhaustion your body is feeling. your eyelids are heavy but refuse to stay closed. so you lay awake in your lover’s arms, ear pressed to his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and your finger is tracing shapes on his forearm.

you find his breathing comforting, he barely gets any rest because of his job and seeing him rest and relax is one of your favorite things to witness in the world. it’s like some sort of privilege that only you and a handful of people get to have. you find solace in his constant breathing, using it as something to ground yourself on and hopefully lull you to sleep soon.

yeonjun isn’t a heavy sleeper so it’s not a surprise when you feel his head perk up, perhaps gaining consciousness because the unrelenting fingers on his skin. though not that firmly pressed, it probably tickled him. you hear him hum, you feel the vibration of his chest on your cheek, you feel his eyes on the back of your head. his opposite hand comes up to weave deft fingers through your unruly hair, strongs finger pads gently massaging your scalp. his head drops on the pillow and finally, “what’s wrong?” his raspy voice sounds nice, they always send tingles down your back.

and it’s so late. it’s probably around 2 am and he should be sleeping, both of you should be. you turn to face him, a frown starting to form. “nothing’s wrong,” there’s a pout is on your lips but you can’t help it, nothing is wrong. “just can’t sleep.” you don’t want him to worry at ass o’clock in the morning when his day is packed and he has other things to worry about.

he smiles, albeit a bit tiredly, as he tucks a hair in place, running his finger down your cheek. “anything particular running through your head?” he asks with such genuine curiosity and tenderness that you want to kiss him and crush him in a hug. you interrupted his sleep and still, he’s concerned and worried and curious about you. you can’t help but smile endearingly, hands coming up to rest under your cheek so you can gaze at him lovingly. “nothing. go back to sleep.”

“you sure?” his brows are furrowed now, obviously won’t take the bait unless he’s made sure you’re okay.

you nod as he cups your cheek, feeling so loved that you’t help but smile stupidly. “i’m fine jjuni.” you insist, feeling a bit ridiculous at the amount of attention he’s giving you. “go back to sleep, you have a long day tomorrow.” you aim to give it a sense of finality, and you’ve won.

“okay baby,” he whispers, giving you a kiss on the forehead that might have lasted longer than normal. “goodnight.” and he settles back to sleep, making sure to keep an arm around you. he knows that it makes you feel safe and secured. provides warmth and comfort.

maybe the lack of extra loving was what’s keeping you up, because not even minutes later, you’re soundly asleep.

a little rushed but i hope it’s still good :(

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Mommy & Daddy

Yeonjun has had enough of your parents, so he marks his territory.

word count - 1.6k

warnings - dom!yeonjun x afab!reader (as usual no pronouns are used but the reader is called gendered terms such as princess & mommy), daddy kink, mommy kink, marking, breeding kink, raw penetration x2 (wrap it up!!), cum tasting, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, light dumbification, dacryphilia, size kink

a/n - yall who are aware of my kinks may be a lil surprised to read this, but really. something about this concept gets me. and it turns out that when possessiveness comes from a place of care its actually pretty hot. julia's character development story?! :o. anyways, this is a lil filthy but still overall soft vibes as usual, enjoy u whores >3<

TW for a lil bit of possessiveness!

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This was wrong, it was beyond wrong. You knew it felt wrong to enter your parents' bedroom without permission in the first place, and you knew it felt wrong when you laid on their bed with your boyfriend. It felt wrong when he pulled your body close to his and slipped his hand up your shirt as you made out with tounge, and it felt wrong when you pushed him against the headboard straddled him, and even more wrong when you started grinding on his hardening cock. But now, as you were bouncing on his dick, all those feelings of wrongness had escaped your mind, as there wasn't much you could think about other than how fucking good he was making you feel. There was no way something could feel this good and not be right.

Your relationship with your parents was nothing short of a mess, and after endless nights of hearing you cry over how they've fucked you over, Yeonjun grew to despise them. He knew he took care of you better than they ever could, and it infuriated him when they still claimed you as their baby. Because you weren't. You were his. So when he found out they were out for the night, he just had to get you on their bed to fuck you.

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Yeonjun's fingers grip onto your waist, holding you upright as you rut yourself on his dick - tomorrow you could examine the little bruises that were going to show on your waist. You'd be sure to take a picture ; maybe even a polaroid, if they're clear enough, because you like to take pretty pictures of the pretty marks that your daddy leaves on your body.

"D-daddy, fuck," you squeak out, your voice shaken by the movement of your body.

"That's right baby, I'm your daddy. Fuck your parents, I'm your daddy. You belong to me."

Yeonjun almost growls as he speaks, but his aggression doesn't threaten you, it just turns you on ; actually, upon hearing his words, you moan even louder. He decides he wants more friction, so he tucks his fingers underneath your thighs to help support your weight, allowing you to bounce faster. The increase in pace brings you closer to your limit, and you feel an incredible hotness burning up from underneath your skin.

Your walls begin pulsing around his dick, causing him to throw his head back and yell your name ; you're both way too loud in bed, shamelessly moaning and whining like sluts. It heightens the atmosphere of desperation, and is half of the reason why it's so enjoyable.

"Please daddy, w-wanna cum-" you beg, but Yeonjun shakes his head.

"Just wait, doll, wanna cum with you. When I say cum, cum."

You nod obediently, straining to hold in your orgasm, your eyes beginning to sting with desire. You dig your nails into his shoulders and he yelps - it was exactly what he needed to be pushed over the edge.

"Now, cum," he utters out, cutting himself off with an obscenely loud moan as he releases inside you. You whine out his name as you release around his cock, almost collapsing into his chest as your face distorts with pleasure. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs and onto his, and it felt amazing.

"Colour?" he pants, still coming round.

"Green, daddy... want more..."

Yeonjun smirks.

"Then I'll give you more, pretty. Don't you worry."

He brings his arms up to cradle your back, then leans you backwards and hovers over you, drinking in how tiny you look beneath him ; you really are his little baby, his precious little one. So fun to protect, so easy to ruin. Your tight little cunt is all stretched out because of him, your cute cheeks are ridiculously flushed because of how he'd handled you, and your soft lips are all pink and swollen because of his kisses. You still have that dumb, curious glint in your eye that he adores as you stare up at him now. He loves how he's making you a mess - his mess. His sweet little mess that he was dying to breed.

"You ready?"

"Please, daddy."

"Begging for me?" he lets out a chuckle. "That's my good little slut."

Your tummy heats up at the nickname, and the feeling is immediately multiplied by a thousand as he slides into you, inserting his full legnth into you. You let out a long whine, allowing your face to fully distort with pleasure. With all the cum in you, he could easily slide in, but there was still a slight stretch. And it felt beautiful.

Yeonjun was soon lost in the feeling of your pussy, slamming his cock in and out of you, pinning you down by your shoulders. You found yourself overwhelmed with pleasure, saying whatever came to mind without a second thought.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, breed me, fill me up," you babble. It feels like you've been lifted to another planet, and that every last bit of sense in your brain had been pounded out of you. You swing your legs up and wrap them around him, forcefully pulling him closer to you by his waist. He looked taken back, and nearly fell on top of you, but you didn't care. You were just desperate to feel him closer to you.

"Breed me Junnie, fuck!"

"Gonna breed you, princess," he grunts, staring down at your dripping cunt as he fucks his cum back into it. There was so much of it at this point that your pussy is coated with sticky white liquid, and it feels amazingly gross.

"You're mommy and I'm daddy, hm? That's right, isn't it?"

Your mouth is gaping from the force of his hips and the feeling of his cum being pushed back into your hole - you can't even manage out a simple 'yes', so you just nod, as enthusiastically as you can in your state. Yeonjun just smirks, slowing the pace of his thrusts to tease you. You groan in response, your hands wandering around his body to find their way to his hips.

"You're a mess, mommy. Such a slut for daddy. You've let me fuck you dumb, I'm turning you into my own personal slut."

You nodded again, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. You could feel yourself about to cum again, and you couldn't even manage to ask for permission. You just let it flow out, your walls squeezing and pushing against Yeonjun's cock, accidentally pushing some of his cum out of you as you came.

"That's right, mommy. Cum for daddy." he whispers, tracing his hand up and down your trembling thigh. "All for me, you're mine."

Tears begin spilling from your eyes, and your loud, whiney moans settle into small groans and whimpers. Yeonjun wipes the tears from your cheeks, his libido melting into feelings of softness as he watches you weep in pleasure.

"Dad-daddy..."

He pulls out and finishes himself off with his hand, deciding not to cum inside you when you're this dazed and unaware.

"Good, baby, that's right." he moans out, squeezing your thigh lightly. "You always take me so well, so good, fuck, "

He cums on his own fist, gripping your thigh as he does so, whining with sheer pleasure. He was beginning to get overstimulated too, so he decided it would be best to call it a night ; he's more than satisfied, and by the look on your face, he's sure you are too.

When he's sure you've come around from your final orgasm, and he's finished too, he drags a finger through your folds, collecting a mix of his and your cum on his fingers. He holds it out to you, looking at you expectantly.

"Taste it, doll."

You stare up at him through glassy eyes as you wrap your lips around them, and he stares down at you in adoration. The way your tounge flexes around his thick fingers is soothing to you, but not as soothing as the feeling of your boyfriends hot cum dripping off his fingers inside your mouth and trickling down your throat.

"That's my baby."

You can smell it, and it smells sour, but it taste like the perfect mix of salty and sweet. He slides his fingers out of your mouth and caresses your thumb with his cheek, staring down at you with pride and adoration.

"I didn't go too hard on you did I, baby?" he cups your face. "You know I'd never wanna hurt you, you're too precious to me..."

And there he was.

Your sweet daddy, always protecting you and having your best interests at heart. He makes you feel so cared for, unlike anyone ever has before. Especially your parents.

He assists you in slipping his hoodie - which you absolutely drown in since it's even oversized for him - over your head, then wiggles back into his own underwear. He hooks his arms under your knees and your back, lifting you up to carry your tired body from your parents' bedroom back to yours.

"I'll get you back into your bed, princess, and I'll clean this up later. You don't have to lift a finger, my sweet baby. You know I'll always look after you."

Your heart swells at his sweet words, enjoying how you felt so small and protected in his arms, and grateful that he helped you out ; even though the walk to your parents bedroom is only around 15 seconds, you felt wrecked, so you're not so sure if you could make it very far. Not without at least limping, anyways.

You feel satisfied with the mess you had made on your parents bed, and you couldn't stop thinking about if they somehow came home and caught you. Maybe next time.

"You're the best daddy ever...." you mumble, an absent minded smile occupying your face as he sets you down. He just chuckles before climbing in your bed with you, desperate for cuddles, as you both always were.

~

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Thinking about watching a scary movie with TXT

☆ gender neutral reader

Half of them have to be talked into it, in the end they agree because they don't want to leave the room and let Kai choose the film - probably not the best idea since he's the most nonchalant person in the group.

Soobin watches most of the movie through his fingers, diving into your shoulder when there's a big jump scare, your ear is likely to be ringing for the rest of the night from his loud yelps. He keeps begging if at least one light in the room can be turned back on, but Kai insists movie nights are better in the dark.

Yeonjun keeps himself somewhat distracted with snacks, getting startled every now and then and being laughed at by Beomgyu. Every now and then he whines about the choice of movie and swears the maknae is never being the movie decider again.

Taehyun is trying to act tough, but his eyes are a little wider than usual as the movie goes on, shaking his head anxiously every time a character goes into a dark room or the music turns ominous, the cushion that was under his arm before it started now being hugged fretfully between his arms and chest. You thought you saw him burry his face behind it once or twice.

Beomgyu is the best person to watch this kind of movie with, his jokes making it easier to stomach the scary scenes. He only gets scared at the climax, and when Taehyun purposely spooks him, which has everyone laughing. He's quiet for a while after that before returning to his comedic role.

Huening Kai is the most focused on the movie, laughing along with everyone but really enjoying the movie. He know he'll probably have to walk Soobin or Yeonjun to the bathroom later, the older boys too scared to walk through the dorm alone at night after this kind of film, but he doesn't mind.

When you’re sick

Warnings: none, one Monsters Inc. reference I hope won't confuse people

Please let me know which is your favourite!

☆ gender neutral reader

Soobin

You'd tried everything, from warm baths to drinking god-awful concoctions people swore by on the internet. But you were still sick. You'd been holed up in your bedroom for almost a week, leaving poor Soobin to have to sleep on the couch. You missed him, but you couldn't let him catch what you had. The only contact you'd had with him all week was through texting, and the meals he'd leave outside the bedroom door for you.

Of course, you'd been apart longer than this before; being in a successful group, Soobin often went on tour for months at a time. But this almost seemed harder, maybe because you felt miserable physically and just wanted to be held and loved on.

"I just wanted to see you," came his muffled voice, a hint whiny. "I won't come any further than this, I promise."

Sighing, you retreated from hiding. You hadn't seen him with your own eyes for what felt like longer than it actually was. There was no helping how good it felt to look at him now. "I miss you."

His lopsided smile gave you a rush of warmth. "Please get better before I go crazy."

You felt guilty. "I'm sorry. You can go and stay at Taehyun's if you-"

Soobin's mouth quirked, his brow creased. "It's not that. I just want to see you, touch you, have a real conversation. I want to hold you until we fall asleep." You felt the longing for him increase. "You always take care of me when I'm sick, even if you might catch it. Please, let me do the same for you."

His eyes held a helpless look that tugged at your heart as much as his words did. You felt your resolve crack, and it must have shown in your face, Soobin crossing the threshold and shuffling towards the bed. Relief flooded through you as he crawled up next to you and tucked you into his arms. His warmth was everything you'd needed for the past week, and he sighed as you buried your face against his neck. You swear you started melting when you felt his fingers in your hair. This was home.

Yeonjun

You weren't sure how long you'd felt like this. Time seems a blur when most of it is spent in bed, falling in and out of sleep and dreams. It took a monumental effort just to roll from one side to the other, so you couldn't remember the last time you'd eaten or showered. One small mercy was the fact that your ears were blocked, muffling the noise of the world outside the window; birds and neighbours dogs and traffic sounds couldn't disturb your sporadic naps.

Suddenly there was soft skin against your cheek, a warm palm and fingertips that you leaned into without question, and a deep sound somewhere close by. It took a few minutes for your mind to kick in and realise that these things were real and not a dream. Opening your eyes to the dim room, you found a face smiling down at you; your Yeonjun. But something was strange about this. Hadn't you been alone? Wasn't there a reason you were in the middle of the big bed, his pillow trapped between your arms?

"Junie?" You whinced as your voice seemed to reverberate through your head, your throat burning as the word tore through it.

"Hey, baby," he replied softly. You felt his fingers swipe the hair off your forehead before his nose was touching your own.

With what little strength you had, you tried to sink further into the mattress to put space between the two of you. "Jun, I'm- I'm sick."

"It's okay." You felt his arm slither under your back and peel you off the bed, pulling you into him. "I'm here."

You sniffled, swallowing against the dryness of your mouth that comes with not being able to breathe through your nose for so long. "Why?"

"'Why?'" He laughed. "Because the tour ended and I came home to you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

You nodded weakly against his chest. "Junie... I'm sick," you said again, half warning and half complaint.

His hand began to rub your back soothingly, and it felt so good to be in his arms again that you sighed heavily, raspily. "I know, babe, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't..." Words were too hard. Instead, you brought your hand to his chest and tried to push him, rather feebly, away.

A large hand wrapped around your wrist, softly pulling your arm up over his shoulder. "I don't care. I missed you."

Not having it in yourself to argue, you surrendered, letting your body totally relax into his. You had pictured him coming home after tour very differently than this. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to talk about his trip, but you couldn't fight your body. You heard the rumble of his voice again. "What?"

"I'll make you some chicken soup," he repeated. But as he tried to turn to leave the bed you grabbed a handful of his shirt. You heard him chuckle, and his arms were back around you again. "Maybe later, then."

Beomgyu

One minute you were studying, the next you were being woken by your phone blasting the most annoying ringtone Beomgyu had set for himself. You scrambled to snatch the phone off the desk where you had evidently fallen asleep. "Gyu? What time is it?"

"Half past the time you were supposed to meet me at the cinema."

Your heart sank. How long had you been asleep? "Oh no. I'm so sorry, I fell asleep."

"Why do you sound like you're talking into a tin can?"

Now that you were more awake, you noticed the feeling in your throat, the pounding of your head. Sure, falling asleep with your head on a desk wasn't the best, but you'd never known it to make your head feel like this. Come to think of it, you couldn't breathe through your nose very well either. You thought back and vaguely remembered your roommate having had a cough before she left for the weekend. There was a knock at the door.

"Hang on," you said into the phone, crossing the small space to open the door and-

"You look terrible," Beomgyu said, to your face and in your ear before hanging up. His cheeks were flushed, telling you he'd walked all the way here, in the cold, probably to check on you.

"Wow, thanks," you deadpanned as you let him in. "When's the next showing? Maybe we can make that one."

Your boyfriend pulled his hood down and looked at you for a moment before pressing his palm to your forehead. Trying not to flinch at the coldness of his hand, you looked up at him, his eyes still studying you.

"You're hot," he told you.

You scoffed, but it came out as more of a cough. "That's not what you were saying a minute ago."

Without another word, Beomgyu's hands were on your shoulders, turning you around and steering you through the small dorm room and sitting you down on your bed. Then he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a towel that he pressed against your head.

"I'm fine," you sighed. "Let's go see the movie."

Beomgyu tisked, gesturing for you to hold the towel before dipping to his knees to pull off your slippers. "The only movie you're seeing tonight is the DVD I got you for Christmas." Standing up again, he shooed you up the bed and pulled the covers over you.

"But we've seen that a hundred times," you whined. You'd been looking forward to a night out with your boyfriend; the movie, popcorn, leaving the confines of your dorm room after so many days and nights of studying.

"But you love it," he retorted, mocking your whiny tone. He handed you the remote for the tiny TV at the foot of your bed. "I'm guessing you haven't had dinner?" You shook your head. "Got any cup ramen?" You nodded.

You opened your mouth again to complain, but the words never came as Beomgyu kissed you on the top of the head and walked over to boil the kettle. Instead you let yourself sink into the comfort of your bed, only now noticing how exhausted you actually were. So you weren't going to get your date, but how could you complain when you had a boyfriend like this?

Taehyun

You were up before Taehyun this morning - an unusual occurrence. You'd woken up with a funny feeling in your throat and quickly but quietly escaped his room to cough without waking him. Then you'd tiptoed to the kitchen to boil water, eyes meeting with Yeonjun's who was sitting at the table eating cereal. His smirk said it all.

You were sat on the couch when Taehyun emerged from his room, tired eyes searching for you. By now, Soobin and Beomgyu were also sitting at the table eating. Taehyun plodded over to you. "Morning."

"Don't get contaminated," Yeonjun called, looking up from his phone. You narrowed your eyes at him.

Soobin, who looked like he could've still been half asleep, whipped his head up in confusion, chewing his toast with a new expression.

Taehyun's eyes swept from his friend to you, scanning your face for signs of anything amiss. "Are you not feeling well?"

"M'fine," you croaked, arms wrapped around yourself inside your hoodie as you tried to hold off a shiver.

"Tried to cough up a whole cat this morning," Yeonjun snitched. Soobin looked between Yeonjun and Beomgyu, still puzzled, his messy bed hair comedically flapping side to side.

You rolled your eyes, looking up at Taehyun with a small pout. "I just have a cough. It's probably the change in the weather."

"Or bronchitis."

Taehyun ignored the oldest boy's comment as he crouched down in front of you. "Do you want me to go to the pharmacy?"

"Really," you persisted. "I'm fine. I feel okay, just an itchy throat." As if on cue, you started to cough again, burying your face into the crook of your arm, then quickly tried to recover yourself. "I don't want you to worry."

"Sounds like a duck," Beomgyu said with a tone that gave away his amusement.

Taehyun sighed and rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly. "I just want to help you feel better, so anything you need, you just tell me, okay?"

You nodded. He stood up and went to the kitchen to start breakfast, giving you a kiss on the cheek first. Suddenly there was a commotion, as Beomgyu grabbed his breakfast bowl and ran from the kitchen yelling, "twenty-three nineteen!"

Huening Kai

The first thing that you noticed was a dull ache in your head. You'd taken some pain relief, thinking it was just a normal headache, and pushed on to get ready for your dinner plans. Kai's parents were always so happy to have you for dinner, and to see him catching up with them and his sisters made you happy, too.

You started to feel a little weak halfway through your meal, participating in conversation less and less, and after dinner you'd slipped away to a quiet room for what was supposed to be a few minutes. Your body felt heavy, more exhausted than what would be expected, and as you sat on an armchair in the dimly lit room, you became aware of the dull ache in your muscles. Eyes closing, the sound of distant chatter and laughter from the dining room lulled you quickly into unexpected sleep.

Kai had thought you were gone for the bathroom, and after ten minutes of your absence, his eyes flicking to the door every so often in anticipation of your reappearance, he thought he should check on you - maybe something you'd eaten wasn't agreeing with you. When he'd knocked on the bathroom door and there was no reply, he'd let himself in only to find it empty. He checked the kitchen, then the garden, then walked back to the dining room to see if you'd returned there while he'd been away. His mother joined him as he went to check the living room.

The two of them found you dozing and lowered their voices to a whisper, Mrs. Huening commenting that you hadn't seemed yourself earlier. Kai gently touched the back of his hand to your forehead and found it clammy. This, along with the headache you'd mentioned before the drive up and how quiet you'd been, probably meant you'd come down with something, and he decided to take you home.

That's how you woke up in Kai's arms, in the cold night air, on the way to the car. "There you are," he said when he noticed you awake. "Have a nice nap?"

You noticed a sore throat was beginning as you spoke, glancing around the street. "We're leaving?"

His soft brown eyes met yours as he continued to walk. His arms kept you steady against his chest, so you barely felt like you were on the move. "You're exhausted. You fell asleep."

You hated that you were the reason Kai's family time was being cut short and that you hadn't said goodbye to anyone. "I'm fine, Hyuka. Let's go back. Please?"

He came to a stop as he reached the car, looking down into your eyes again with a soft smile. "You need rest. We'll go home, I'll run a bath, and then we'll get into bed." Seeing you open your mouth to argue, he added, "Let me take care of you."

You couldn't argue with that.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

I don't think I could write this so ima I just blurt my idea, I don’t even know what member would fit best. It was actually a thought I had for Bangchan of Stray Kids but I didn't know who to give the idea to

Mafia!txt coming home to find the front door of the house open with definite signs of forced entry, throwing the car into park in the driveway without even turning off the ignition, sprinting straight to the front step and listening for a moment, but he can't hear any voices or movement inside. He knows you were home all day with no plan to go out, he knows he's been taking big risks in dangerous circles lately, angering big players. He knew this could happen someday, he just never imagined it would.

He considers calling his boys, but it would take too long for them to arrive when you could be in there, or when you could be out there somewhere needing him. He can't think clearly, his mind just repeating your name like a mental heartbeat. He should know what to do, he should move, but he's grappling with it all. Go inside, risk escalating the situation if someone is upstairs with you? But if they've cleared out and left you and you're hurt...

Steeling himself, he grabs the pistol tucked in the back band of his trousers. Inwardly, he is trembling with panic, stepping over the threshold into the home and fearing what he could find. Which is worse? Finding you harmed, or not finding you at all?

Txt when their partner goes into labour

Warnings: not descriptive or graphic but labour (as in pushing out a baby), fem!reader

note: I promise this will be the last time you see me write about kids! blame Soobin and Beomgyu-

Soobin hears you cry out from another room, rushes to check on you, eyes darting cluelessly from your face to your belly and back again, until you tell him your water's just broken. You swear the man goes pale, stammering, but it's not time! Doctor's advice, birthing classes, everything he's read about what to do, it all leaves his head. Can he drive right now? Soob? you pat his arm, let's go. Yeonjun drives the two of you to the hospital, Soobin in the back-seat with you, squeezing his arm, his eyes growing wider and wincing every time you have a contraction and whimper with pain. He hates that there’s nothing he can do to take the pain away for you. When you are fully in labour, it's as if his instincts kick in, doing the breathing exercises with you, telling you you're so strong, he loves you so much, you can do it. You've never seen him shake his head so hard and fast as when the doctor asks him if he wants to see the baby's head coming. When the little bundle is in his arms, he becomes sniffly, eyes wet with emotion, the rest of the world disappearing around him. Hey, you say tiredly, when do I get to hold her? Soobin turns his body away instinctively, moving your daughter in the opposite direction of you. You got to hold her for nine months, it's my turn.

Yeonjun is pretty fine, following the plan that he's gone over in his head a hundred times in preparation for this moment. It's when he sees you waddling around your hospital room in pain that he starts to get jittery, and he wants to hold you, soothe you, but he knows that right now he has to let you do your thing. When you finally sit down on the bed between contractions, he climbs up to sit behind you, pulling you back against his chest and rocking you slowly from side to side. It's when you have to start pushing that he starts to get teary, seeing you go through so much pain and hearing you cry out in agony is too much for him, and he can't hold it back. Probably tells you he's so sorry for doing this to you, that he doesn't care if he can't use the hand you have a vice grip on for a month, he doesn't need it. As soon as he sees his child, Yeonjun is a mess. And I don’t just mean tears, I mean audible sobs, as he gazes down at this little piece of the both of you. He’s so choked up he can’t speak as he places the baby in your arms, pressing his head against yours as you both peer at the new member of your family.

Beomgyu is pretty anxious and a little protective. His arm is around the back of your chair as you wait to be checked in, his leg bouncing a million miles an hour. He's filling out paperwork at the front. desk when the nurse comes to take you to your room and get changed, where is she going? The nurse laughs; she's used to first-time dads. Beomgyu is very attentive, asking regularly if you need anything - water, food, a back rub - and after the first five hours, when you suggest he take a nap, he refuses. He's here for you. Can't you give her something for the pain? he asks the doctor over your wails of pain when you begin giving birth, and when the doctor assures him that they already gave you something, Can't you give her more? When you are prompted to push harder, he tells you to get angry, and when that doesn’t help, he starts listing all the stupid things he’s done that have annoyed you. This doesn’t really help either, but soon enough your baby is in the world. He’s real? Beomgyu asks the nurses as they towel off the crying baby, not yet ready to let go of your hand. A nurse hands him the bundle, and he looks so amazed. Hi, he says softly before looking at you with starry eyes, You made this. You laugh as he puts one arm around you and you both admire your son, You helped.

Taehyun is the most collected of the bunch. He knows how nervous you are, so he’s glad he can keep his cool for you. On the drive to the hospital, he can tell you need a distraction, so he tells you all the things you all the things you have to look forward to; no more cramps, no more morning sickness, being able to see your feet, not being a human incubator anymore. He stands by your side through the whole thing, feeding you ice cubes, guiding you through your breathing exercises the way he was taught, and when it's delivery time, being a strong arm for you to go to town on, wiping your damp face with a cold cloth, showering you with encouragement. As soon as he hears that baby cry, he absolutely beams, couldn't stop smiling if he tried, telling you he's so proud of you and kissing your tired face as you finally lay back and rest, exhausted. After helping to cut the cord, he's handed the baby, and he brings it straight to you, laying the tiny thing on your chest. His eyes are so full of love and shiny with emotion as he strokes your hair, both of you in wonder of his tiny life you've created.

You're out shopping when your water breaks, and Kai looks at you in distress. The- the hospital bag, it's at home! he frets as the two of you head for the parking lot. Kai, we put it in the car when it got closer to my due date, remember? you remind him, watching him blink adorably in realisation, though this reassurance doesn't do anything for the deer-in-headlights look in his eyes. At the hospital, he's unusually quiet; his whole world is about to change, and he wonders how nine months came and went so fast. He returns your reassuring smiles, takes a minute to answer questions, but when you need him most, he snaps out of it, large hands soothing your back as you rock yourself against the pain, tying your hair up for you, humming songs and breathing with you through the contractions. You won't have this belly anymore, he pouts as he rubs over the baby bump for the last time. When the baby is placed in his arms for the first time, he is speechless, looking from your tired eyes to the tiny pink human engulfed in his arms, overwhelmed with love.

Girl dad Yeonjun who always scowls when you're just holding your baby and she starts crying. You literally didn't do anything, she's just fussing, and he's all, "yah, give her here, you've lost your privilege." His baby crying is one of the worst sounds in the world to him. He'd rather listen to blaring sirens—it'd be less painful.

Taking her in his arms and shushing her gently, holding out his pinky for her to wrap her tiny fingers around. His eyes light up and his softest smile comes out when she quiets, her brown eyes looking up into his. He doesn't care that he'll probably have to sit down and not move for a few hours, because she'll definitely fall asleep on him, because this is his proudest moment.

And when you find him not long afterwards on the couch with your daughter cradled against his chest, you can't help but laugh at the way his own eyes are dipping sleepily, their shared warmth making him relaxed. Your hand falls on his shoulder as you whisper, "I'll put her down."

He looks up at you with his signature sad eyes. "But she won't be this little forever."

Suppressing another laugh, you run your hand through his hair and press a kiss to his newly exposed forehead. "There'll be plenty more cuddles before she's too big to hold, I promise."

TXT with a vampire significant other

warnings: vampire reader, mentions of mortality?, blood not mentioned :)

note: I don't know where they come from, but the vampire thoughts keep coming! More Beomgyu x vampire reader on my 18+ nsfw blog!

☆ gender neutral

Even after you've been together a few years, you still catch Soobin admiring you as if he's smitten; your beauty and grace never wear off for him, and he still gets a little flustered and stuttery. You know he would spend every second of the rest of his life by your side, but you still want him to properly live it, not hide away with you all the time. So you let him introduce you to his friends, hard as it is for you to be around humans, and tag along to spend time with them for as long as you can stand. You find it gets easier each time, and more worth it to see your boyfriend laughing and enjoying time with his buddies.

Though Yeonjun knows you can't cry, he seems to be tuned in to your emotions. It's as if he can sense when you're upset. He knows you're older than him—though you've only given him a ballpark figure of just how many years you've seen—but, you're still his baby. He never lets you wall him out; even if you think it's too disturbing for a human to hear or he won't be able to understand, he wants to try. As the only person who knows your true nature, he wants to be someone you can open up to, tell all your secrets and fears to. He feels he can take it, because he loves you.

Beomgyu wants to hear all the stories—the real, true ones, not legends and lore that he can find on the internet that could just be foktales—and he wants to hear them from you. So many late nights are spent talking, Beomgyu mostly listening and throwing out questions and comments to your information. He listens so intently, eyes growing wider and wider, wrapping you even more around his little finger, especially when he breaks into an impressed smile during your recounts of things you've seen or done. When it's very late and Beomgyu refuses to sleep, too enthralled by the conversation, you retort to a little trickery; you gently brush your fingers through his hair over and over until his eyes start to grow heavy, continuing to talk in your quiet musical voice, until you've lulled him off into a deep sleep.

Taehyun has always been the strong one, but with his vampire partner, he often forgets that he's weaker and more vulnerable. Despite his love being immortal, he still acts in a protective way of them; walking on the side of the sidewalk on which he can shield them from threatening looking oncoming foot traffic, doing the heavier and more dangerous jobs around the house. It's natural to him. He doesn't even consider the fact that you don't need him to do these things. He won't admit it, but he's a little embarrassed that you can lift him off the ground with such ease.

Huening Kai is big and clumsy, while you are graceful and dexterous. You're always catching things he knocks over or drops before they can hit the floor, Kai apologising every time he notices your quick save. You just kiss his cheek and reassure him with a smile. The two of you are so in love, and Kai can't help but think about the future—the one where you live forever and he doesn't. It pangs his heart, the thought of you moving on and finding someone else after he's gone, and he often has nightmares about it. It takes a while for him to come clean about the context of the dreams you wake him from, and you're quick to make him understand that falling in love is not something you do often, with vampires or humans. It's just something that happened because you happened to meet him.

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

I have been meaning to yap to you about this because I am a certified mafia jjun enjoyer but….listen!

two things: one (1) reader is hired by said mafia group to protect the leader (yeonjun) gosh I imagine like enemies to lovers? she hates yeonjun at first, and thinks he’s so so mean. At first he thinks “how is she going to protect me?” but she’s protecting him more than physically. he eventually eases up on her and ends up being mean to everyone but her. gahhh something about meanie jjunie that has a soft spot gets me.

two (2) this might be quick but reader and mafia boss tyun being from rival families, but they cross paths and end up falling for each other. aaaah forbidden romance <3

ASH I LOVE YOUR MIND. Thank you for feeding me with this. I’ve been craving gang txt ever since the new gbgb choreo, the part where it looks like they’re fighting 🫢 Number two (2) with Taehyun is so yummy, just imagine the banter they'd have with each other!

words: 1.8k oops

warnings: a bit of workplace discrimination, mentions of attacks, criminal activity, blood briefly, treating wounds, probably too soft at the end

If there’s one thing you’re going to do, it’s do your job damn well regardless of your personal feelings towards the man you’ve been hired to protect – and especially if said man seems to think you’re not fit for the job. It appeared Yeonjun was not pleased when you first showed up to work, pulling a member of his team aside and having what looked like a tense conversation. It only made you more intent on proving your position. You often butted heads, unable to agree on the right approach to many things. Yeonjun prioritized quick gains, confrontations and aggressive plays, recurrently willing to forgo his security or the safety of the more expendable members of his organisation to get what he was after. On the other hand, you wanted him to undertake less risky tactics, ones that were better for his reputation, his long-term safety. There were a couple of instances where he tried to plan some dealings without you, locking you out of his office and leaving you to stand outside fuming and trying to hear what little of the discussion you could through the crack in the door. The men took you even less seriously after that stunt – if the boss didn’t respect you, why should they?

Using your intel, you cleverly plan out routes for the driver to take that steer clear of trouble. At first Yeonjun is annoyed and questions the detour, but later that night, he learns through his informant that police were doing a random car check on the usual route, due to the crimes of a gang in the area. When he thanks you the following morning, you think you've earned the respect you've been craving. However, the good feeling doesn't last. As the day goes on, not only does Yeonjun give you his drink order, as if you're a simple assistant or coffee runner, he also laughs at a joke one of his men makes about you, right in front of you.

And maybe from time to time you fantasize about the young, stupidly good looking, ridiculously well dressed mafia boss getting what he deserved; about letting his laundering fall through, letting his shipment go to the wrong country, or turning a blind eye to the betrayal of one of his most valuable men that you have discovered. But you're a professional, and professionals don't let their sour thoughts derail their career.

It's only when the truth about the disloyalty of Yeonjun's right hand man is laid out for him that things begin to change. You had supplied all the proof, having hired a private investigator of sorts to get the incriminating photos you needed, accumulating dirt on the man who was Yeonjun's favourite, his oldest friend in the business, until there was no room for doubt in his mind.

What you hadn't expected was for the boss to show up at your place a few days after your exposé, looking more exhausted than you'd ever seen him. The betrayal had hit him hard. He seemed despondent as he glanced around at the place you lived, showing no reflection of his opinion. You weren't even sure how much he was taking in with those tired dark eyes. His hair was not to his usual standard, and his coat which was usually tied fashionably at his waist hung open and loose on his thin frame. You felt more awkward standing before him in this state than you ever had when he'd been laughing at your expense. You offered him a seat but he turned it down. All you could do was stare and wait for him to speak.

“I'm very grateful,” he began. His voice was hoarse, bringing a deepness to it you'd never known. Finally he looked you straight in the eye for the first time since he'd arrived. “I never would have seen it for myself. I was blinded by my… If you hadn't disclosed this to me…” It was the first time you'd seen him struggle to articulate himself. You nodded in understanding, and he seemed relieved.

After that, you were given a raise – a silent one, since he applied it without saying anything to you about it – and an office of your own. Not only did the jokes and snide comments from the other men stop, but they seemed to eye you with caution, some with reverence. You had become the one Yeonjun trusted most, the one he came to with his concerns, and nobody would ever question your value again. Not unless they wanted to face the boss's fury.

Things have been good for a while: you love your job – and maybe, as much as you hate to admit it, your boss, just a little bit? – when something unforeseeable happens. You're busy handling communications when you spot Yeonjun's ride pull up in the underground lot on the security monitor. Watching as the two front doors of the vehicle swing open and both the driver and the ridealong dash to open the back doors, your anxiety is thrown into gear. Then Yeonjun stumbles out from the back seat. You're on your feet before you see them check him over, out the door before he can wave them off.

By the time he's in the building, there are more men around him, asking questions and putting their hands on his shoulders in concern. He shakes them all off in annoyance, ordering them to get back to work. As the men fall away he spots you standing by, and he softens. When he approaches, you see the sharp red lines that are scratched into the side of his face, notice the bloody cuts on his hand as it sweeps his black hair up over his forehead.

“What happened?” you ask when he reaches you, even though you have a pretty good idea in your mind. You need to know anyway, as you keep a record of all offenses committed against him.

“It was an ambush,” he says simply. He watches your hands take his bigger ones from his sides and turn them over, inspecting. His hands suddenly feel cold in contrast to your warm skin as you make contact.

“Are you okay?” You glance briefly up to his eyes, indicating that your question does not refer to his obvious abrasions.

“That bullet proof glass might need a touch up,” he states rather matter-of-factly in reply, looking away from you. He sounds so nonchalant, as if it's not a big deal. Your heartbeat has picked up significantly, an unexpected reaction to hearing about danger that has already passed, and you realise that a threat to Yeonjun's safety means more to you than it should; more than a professional responsibility for his security.

You usher him into his office and locate the medical kit. This is the first time you'll be putting your first aid training to good use, you muse silently as you pull the lamp down close to Yeonjun's face. It's an intimate position you've found yourself in; Yeonjun seated on the large plush sofa while you hover above him, one knee on the seat of the sofa to steady yourself. You don't even register that your knee is between his spread legs, so focused on treating his injuries. You've never touched him before, and yet it feels like one of the most natural things you've ever done as you work instinctively, the fingers of your non-dominant hand along his cheek without your noticing. His warm eyes, which had seemed distant just a moment ago, check your face occasionally, until he abandons subtlety and they unabashedly train on you as you treat him, lit by the glow of the lamp. You try not to notice it, though you definitely do.

“I usually do this myself,” he says quietly as you reach for a new cloth and the bottle of disinfectant once more. The tug of a lazy smile appears on his mouth. “This is much better.”

Your eyes meet his, and all at once you feel much too warm. Now that you're not concentrating, you notice the placement of your knee, and your whole body seems to come alive. Retracting it as casually as possible, you hold your hand out to him, hoping your flushed state will go unnoticed. The feeling of his palm against yours sends sparks through you, making you feel like a stupid high schooler. He's still smiling, which makes it even harder to ignore. You suppose he's used to his life being threatened, used to targeted attacks, and that's how he's so calm after the ambush. Unless the starry look in his eyes speaks of an oncoming concussion.

He doesn't flinch once as you disinfect his scrapes and cuts. You're glad there's no glass to be picked out of the wounds. He watches everything you do quietly, and you find yourself having to remind yourself to breathe occasionally. It's new to be this close to him, and you don't hate it – not in the slightest. Most of his wounds are superficial, thanks to the bullet proof glass, and once you've applied coverings to the cuts on his hands, you're all finished. When you go to move the lamp away, you notice that his face has changed. He looks drained now, all his earlier charm and blasé attitude abandoned, maybe a little paler than usual even under the warm light, and you wonder if he's starting to feel the effects of the ordeal.

“I'll get you some water,” you tell him. Before you can move away, you feel his fingers softly grasp your hand. Your eyes come back to his face in surprise.

“Wait,” he says, a little weakly. His eyes are looking away from you, his brow quirked as though he's trying to figure something out. “I'm fine. Can you- can you just…”

There's only been one other time he's not been sure of his words before, and he'd been through something rough then, too. Something inside you begins to warm up and slowly melt as you realise that Yeonjun is not as unbothered on the inside as he plays on the outside. He may be tough, but he's not invincible. He may have had this kind of attack on his life before, he might even be used to it or expect it, but his body still undergoes the shock, even if it’s a delayed reaction.

His eyebrows are still slightly furrowed as he looks up at you. Without words and with the gentlest, smallest tug at your hand which you may not have noticed in another circumstance, which could probably have been played off as nothing if it had been rejected, he asks you to stay. You can't hide the smile that twitches at your lips. With something that feels like courage coursing through you, you step towards him. Turning slightly, you set yourself down on his lap and feel him relax. His arm winds around you to keep you snug to him and you lean your head onto his shoulder, getting a breath of expensive cologne. He sighs deeply before breathing evenly, dropping into a deep rest.

You're content like this, though you never imagined being this close to him, glad that he's resting when he clearly needs it, and proud that you could help. If this is how you can protect him physically, even if it's only in this small way, you'll take it. Though, in your head you've already begun thinking through methods of retaliation to whichever rival faction made this attempt on his life.

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Pairing: non idol!Yeonjun x fem!reader

Synopsis: Kim Y/N aka Luna is a rising singer in the country. To avoid scrutiny from her parents, she goes to university and meets someone who interests her.

Status: Discontinued, read here

Note: I’m using Choi Yena as a face claim because it’s easier to find pictures that way, plus she’s so gorgeous and I love her sm <3

Chapters:

the mean girls | coffee addicts

1. core core edit

2. fake friends

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character profiles part two: coffee addicts

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yeonjun — apsiring dancer, behind in trends so his friends help him catch up, is the grandpa of the group (rip)

a/n: the typo in his bio is on purpose

soobin — makes fun of yeonjun but claims to be his first fan, constantly bickering with hueningkai, met yeonjun in elementary school and has tolerated him since then/j

hueningkai — number one gg stan, listens to y/n’s music but gatekeeps it, always up to no good on twitter (fighting kpop stans)

beomgyu — banana bread defender (same), has his daily shenanigans, is banned from the cafe yeonjun works at

taehyun — the most sane one (REAL!), always giving the best advice, yeonjun hater/j

a/n: other than soobin, everyone else met yeonjun in freshman year of highschool

just some tweets to show their friendship <3

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1. core core edit

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a/n: finally posted the first chapter! my schedule is all over the place rn so please be patient with me for the next chapter

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2. fake friends

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a/n: i got the tanned pink version of unforgiven and i love it sm 😍 also i need me some friends like y/n’s! and don’t be afraid to talk to me, my inbox is open and i am very bored sometimes!!

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