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[gyutie553]

- my blondie

🐠🐈‍⬛ gongfourz drabble wc 342

a/n: took a big break… this was inspired by bnd’s doorjanchi ep 🥹

contains: anal sex, semi-public sex, top taesan, bottom leehan

“taesan..” leehan groans, attempting to muffle his sounds of pleasure.

“hm?” taesan drawls out, “feels good?” he whispers in his ear, gripping the younger boy's hips harder. he delves deeper into him, the tip of his dick abusing leehan’s sensitive prostate.

“uh-huh,” leehan whines, leaning into the desk beneath him. the two of them had originally come here to produce a song for the upcoming album, unexpected tension bringing them to this outcome.

“mhm. taking me so good.”

the statement makes a rush of arousal run through leehan, a whimper escaping his plump, reddened lips. taesan grabs a handful of his soft blonde hair, the fluffy texture slowing his fastened heart rate.

“you look so pretty with this,” taesan mumbles, cheeks flushed as he gently moves his hips. repeatedly he thrusts into leehan, his stomach pressing against leehans back.

breathy sighs from leehan fill the small producing room. he’s so full of taesan, his mind starting to feel all warm and fuzzy from the sensation. leehan moans out his name, cum beginning to leak from his tip onto the desk he gripped on below him.

“that’s it, my blondie,” taesan smiles, petting leehans head as he climaxes beneath him. taesan allows himself to finish, seed stuffing the light haired boy.

“oh..” leehan breathes shakily, the warmth of taesan slowly leaving his body. a part of taesan remains, the wet feeling a new experience.

the two stay close together, the proximity feeling necessary after the intimate moment. taesan gives leehan soft kisses along the back of his neck, occasionally sniffing his blonde hair that still holds that strong shampoo scent.

“look at me,” taesan says suddenly. of course, leehan doesn’t think twice, turning to face the dark haired boy. taesan examines his face, eyes sparkling despite the dark of the room.

“god, i wish you were a natural blonde,” taesan states softly. at his comment, leehan can’t help but giggle.

“i’ll keep it for you,” he responds with a smile.

“yeah, you’d better.”

and honestly, leehan would do anything for this in return.

[spookyji]

at the same damn time. all of them.

[spookyji]

love that soobin is basically an admitted pervert masochist oversharing loser nerd in a hot body

[gyutie553]

umm... I was thinking... soft!dom!taehyun smut + fluff where's he's our hubby?? I'm just basically craving his time and attention

— Sweet As Sugar !

🐿️ taehyun x reader wc: 1203

synopsis — finally, you can spend a night with your workaholic, yet ever so caring husband. what starts as a cute movie night turns into more, because why waste the chance?

contains — fingering, cunnilingus, aftercare

“you tired, love?” taehyun chuckles from above you. the movie you two put on was long forgotten by you, your head resting on taehyun's chest. the gentle motions of his fingers playing with your hair had you dozing off, lashes tickling the skin beneath your eyes.

“just a little bit,” you respond, shifting in his arms. you didn’t want to seem bored, you just felt so comfortable with him. he knew everything you loved and hated, hence the quiet movie night you two were having currently. 

taehyun nods, eyes continuously switching from you to the frankly inferior film. 

“we can head to bed if you want,” taehyun says, reaching for the television remote.

“no, it's okay,”  you sit up, wanting to stay awake with him for just a bit longer. instinctively, your hand grabs his wrist, not wanting the background noise the movie provides to end.

“you sure?” he says, putting the remote back in it’s respective place. whatever makes you happy, he’ll do.

“mhm,” you reply, eyes looking up at him. the light from a nearby lamp made his dark, round eyes sparkle in the dimness of the living room. the feature made you stop for a second, so simple, yet so endearing. you swore that the highlights resembled hearts, making a smile form on your face. 

you leaned in to give your dearest a kiss on the cheek. although you’d been married for some time, he still had the effects of a school crush on you. every time you caught a glimpse of his handsome face, your heart couldn’t help but flutter.

“huh?” taehyun laughs, hands instinctively grabbing your waist. you hoist yourself using your knees, moving onto his lap. you smile softly, looking down at him with mischief written all over your face. looking up at you with a grin, taehyun’s hands travel to feel your hips, leaning in to kiss your longing lips. you were certainly awake now. maybe you were bored earlier?

the kisses continue, slow and meaningful. it had been a while since you and taehyun had a chance for an intimate night together. his time consuming occupation kept you two separated for so long, sometimes for months if he was touring.

for a moment, his kisses stopped. he leaned into the couch, eyes trailing over your face. every feature of yours was admired by him, especially your reddened lips. he smiled at that, knowing it was his fault.

“you’re so beautiful,” he says suddenly, the hands on your waist gently moving up and down, the calm rhythm soothing both of you.

your cheeks warm at his honesty. you don't know if you could ever get used to that.

you open your mouth, preparing a thankful response, but before you can speak…

“eh–?”

when taehyun stands up from the couch carrying you bridal style, the sudden lift makes you shriek. 

“what’re you doing?” you giggle seeing the humorous grin plastered on his face. despite the adorable way he smiles, eyes all shiny, teeth on display, the muscles on his arm are rock hard. you almost couldn't believe both attributes belonged to him, but the firm forearms on your back said otherwise.

“taking you to bed,” he replies, walking to your shared bedroom. the dialogue of the characters in the movie decrescendoes as you travel farther away from the television.

a tinge of disappointment rushes through you as taehyun places you onto your bed. you’ve started claiming the mattress simply as yours, as it wasn’t uncommon for you to sleep alone at night. thankfully, tonight seemed to be going differently.

soon after putting you down, taehyun towers over you, lips grazing yours. you grab his cheeks, delighted to continue what you started. 

you place your hands on his shoulders, balancing yourself as the kisses gradually turn messier. naturally, taehyun grinds against your thigh as the kisses prolong. his high pitched, needy moans quickly have you rubbing your thighs together.

breaking off the kiss, taehyun sits up, tugging his shirt up over his head. you couldn’t believe the muscles that toned his stomach. after running your hand over them, your lips return to his, pulling him close to your body. 

your breasts push flush against him, making his blood rush.

“i need you,” taehyun whispers, thumbs already under your waistband of your pants. he hated to admit it, but that movie seemed agonizingly slow to him. ever since your head laid against his chest, he’d been struggling to try and hide his boner.

you lift your hips, giving him a wordless approval. hastily, your legs are bare for him to take in. he sinks down, giving the inside of your thigh gentle kisses. 

he stares into your eyes, each move he makes intentional. slowly, he licks a stripe up your thigh while holding your hips. he works his way up your leg, sneakily sliding your panties to the side. 

he presses his thumb against your clit, smiling up at you sweetly. you feel the grooves of his fingerprint against you, the texture having you throw your head back. in a way, you feel special. you’re the only one that could feel his personalized thumbprint right against you like this.

taehyun moves his thumb in a circular motion, receiving a low moan from you. instinctively, your hand moves to the back of his head, locks of brown soft against your palm. he connects his mouth to your cunt, tongue teasingly grazing the pink flesh. 

taehyun puts his index and middle finger together, delving deep inside your cunt. your grip on his hair tightens, yet taehyun wouldn’t dare complain about the stinging sensation. 

“fuck,” you breathe, his simultaneous actions having you on the verge of an orgasm already. you’d grown sensitive, rarely touching yourself, and basically never having taehyun around.

his fingers enter and leave your core repeatedly, knuckles deep. pleasure tingled from deep within you up to your back, arching into the bed. 

with one final thrust of his fingers, they become soaked in your white, sticky release.

your head somehow sinks deeper into the pillows beneath you, one final groan escaping you.

when you’re able to lift your head and look at taehyun, his head rests against your thigh, looking up at you with those glowing heart eyes. 

“i love you,” he whispers, sitting up to grab a tissue from the nightstand besides you. he wipes off the slick covering the insides of your thighs attentively, making sure to clean you up dutifully. his strokes of the tissue are slow and intentful, treating you as if you were delicate as glass.

once he’s done, he cleans his own hands, then tosses the soiled wipes in a nearby trash can.

“do you want to hop in the shower?” he asks, returning to the bed, laying beside you.

“that’s okay,” you respond, head plopping on his shoulder.

“alright. good night, sweetie,” taehyun smiles once more, caressing the back of your head. he kisses you once more, a peck on the cheek. you smile brightly back, his acts of affection making you all warm and gushy inside. 

with his unusual warmth next to you, you’re able to fall asleep much quicker than usual nights. how grateful you are for your love. <3

divider by @angeliicide !

[moesthinking]

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[gyutie553]

every moment counts with you

🐰 soobin x reader fluff wc: 1190

synopsis — as a dedicated chef, you spend most of your day at the bakery, leaving soobin alone at home. but, what happens when its valentine's day and you're still set to work?

a/n — happy valentine's day! a little special for the holiday <3

for a couple weeks now, soobin had been talking about spending more quality time.

he’d recommended countless activities, painting, watching a movie, even just strolling around town would’ve satisfied him.

but to soobin’s dismay, baking took up all of your day.

you’d wake at five in the morning, rushing to get ready before driving to the infamous bakery. your mornings, afternoons, and sometimes nights consisted of crafting top notch cookies, cakes, loaves, you name it.

by the time you’d get home, soobin was washing up for bed, and you’d be apologizing for not being able to see him all day. of course, he never made you feel guilty, but seeing the sadness in his face made your heart hurt.

and as valentine’s day creeped up, you knew it’d be the worst of all.

you wished you could spend the day with soobin, you really did. but you already had four cake orders in for the dreaded holiday. unfortunately, you were aware you wouldn’t have time to spend it with your lover. 

quickly, the days passed. the twelfth turned into the thirteenth, and before you could comprehend it, the fourteenth had come.

it was now valentines day morning, and the familiar beep of your alarm shook you out of your comfortable slumber. despite his secure arms wrapped around you, you wriggled out of soobin's grip, as you always did.

you quietly waltzed around your room, changing into clothes you didn’t mind getting dirty, putting your hair back in a ponytail, grabbing your car keys. the routine you’d gotten so used to, even if deep down you resented it.

the car ride to the bakery was silent. your cheeks warmed to a soft pink as you blasted artificial hot air through the car’s vents, fighting off the february chill. you wished your blush was because of receiving flowers or chocolates instead. 

tiny bells chimed as you opened the bakery’s door, entering the dark, vacant room. you’d always be the first baker there, alone as you prepped and got pastries in the oven. time to get to work, you thought, sighing to yourself.

you switched on the lights, the bakery growing brighter than it was outside. the sky was just turning a dark blue, many still asleep. as you entered the kitchen, the scent of flour antagonized your nose. every day, flour scattered about the kitchen, sprinkled to roll out bread dough or measured for cake batter.

you began with your cake orders, intently measuring each ingredient. the vanilla mixture dripped gracefully off your spatula as you poured it into a cake pan, then placing it into the pre-heated oven.

sweet scents of sugar and vanilla wafted in the room. the cake slowly rose in the oven, changing from a batter to a moist, fluffy treat. your job may take up lots of time, but there’s a reason you’re working here. 

as you baked the rest of the cakes, other bakers began filing in, working on their own treats. buttercream filled a piping bag that you decorated with, white swirls and spirals accessorizing the sides of each round cake. each cake had their own personal frosting, but the final touch was a pattern. 

with each cake, you spelt out “happy valentine’s day” in pink icing. 

sometimes the phrase was surrounded with red hearts, sometimes you added a name beneath it, but the phrase lingered. the cakes you spent so much time decorating all had someone waiting for them. not unlike these baked goods, you had someone waiting for you too.

you worked like a machine, placing the cakes in boxes, then handing them to the customers who ordered them. your eyes continuously glanced at the ticking clock: will you be able to get out of here soon?

the time read twelve o’clock. you’d already spent too many hours at this bakery, despite noon just having arrived. likely because of the holiday, a scant amount of customers had come and gone. now you were both bored due to the lack of customers, and saddened imagining soobin spending the day alone.

you rested your elbows against the granite countertop, staring outside the window next to you. unlike when you first arrived, the sun was out, making the sky a light blue.

hills of white snow piled on the sidewalks, sparkling in the sunlight. despite the small mountains, you saw a boy and a girl walking alongside each other, arms linked as they treaded the snow. you sighed, instead focusing on the cars of many colors passing by. perhaps couples filled them, driving off to the date spots of their choices. 

“y/n, can you get started on those croissants?” a coworker asked, bringing your daydreaming to a halt.

“of course,” you replied, rushing back to the kitchen. you were starting to feel like you spent more time there than your own home.

but as you made your way to the kitchen, the familiar tinkle of bells made you turn around. what you saw made a loud gasp escape you.

soobin stood in the entrance, clad in a white button up and jeans. the clothes were ironed to perfection, not a wrinkle in sight. he held a bouquet full of yellow roses, white lilies, and baby’s breath. each flower you’d called beautiful in the past. a knowing smile graced his kissable lips. he knew you’d been thinking about him, hence his presence in the first place.

“soobin? what are you doing here?” you ask in excitement, forgetting about the croissants completely, instead rushing over to him.

“what do you mean, what am i doing here?” soobin laughs, wrapping his arms around you. “it’s valentine’s day, my love. it’d be ridiculous for me to not see you.”

after speaking, soobin broke up the hug to hand you the cluster of flowers. you happily took them, raising the bouquet to your nose. sweet, floral scents of pollen and petals radiated off the arrangement. the warm smile on your face only grew at this; you loved everything sweet.

soobin watched you in anticipation and a tinge of worry. he had searched for the flowers so diligently this morning, he hoped his efforts were worth it.

“soobin, thank you so much,” you smile, heart swelling at his meaningful actions.

“it’s the least i could do,” he replies, softly pecking your cheek. he tucks your hair behind your ear, loving when he can see your beautiful face better. 

“you’ll be off work by 5:30?” he asks.

“yeah, why?”

soobin grins at your response.

“oh nothing..”

you smack his arm playfully at his cryptic words. 

“hey, what are you planning?” you laugh, seeing the bright, cheeky smile on soobin’s face. 

“well… i might be making my lovely girlfriend to the diner?” 

your mouth turned agape at his confession. although the diner seemed like a simple location, it was the place you went on your first date with soobin. had he really remembered such a small detail like that?

you smiled warmly at the boy in front of you. you felt he truly admired you.

“i love you,” you whispered, hand cupping his cheek.

“i love you too, baby. happy valentine’s day.”

divider by @viviansturns !

[gyutie553]

keyboards and kisses ^_−☆

🐰 soobin x reader wc: 1085

synopsis — that ridiculous game, league of legends, has your boyfriend ignoring you for hours on end. now, he has to make up for lost time.

warnings — p in v, coming inside, very little angst

“just one more game, baby,” soobin repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time.

you sighed at the phrase, frustration beginning to cloud your mind.

soobin’s been ignoring you for an hour now, just too busy to hang out. and by busy, he means playing league with beomgyu.

at this point, just the title of the game had your blood boiling.

you looked down at the boy before you, seeing how his eyes were stuck to his monitor. you were tempted to shut off his computer, but you kept your composure.

you waited another second, seeing if he’d come to his senses and turn to face you, but his defiance angered you even more.

defeated, you left his room without a word. you returned to your lonely room, the dim lights sharply contrasting the fluorescent ones brightening soobin’s. the golden glow of your bedside lamp didn’t give you the typical warm welcome, instead intensifying your dull mood. you walked over to your bed, sinking into the soft blankets.

with your hands clasped around your bended knees, your previous irritation ebbed away, shifting into teardrops that rolled down your cheeks. your room was always cold, but you felt a stronger urge to shiver without the warmth of soobin.

you hated getting so upset over this, but how could you not? you wept quietly, hoping the skinny walls wouldn’t give you away to soobin in the room next to yours. with the hem of your sleeve, you wipe away your tears, alone with yourself and your sadness.

a jolt of surprise strikes you when there’s a knock at your door.

“yeah?” you shout weakly.

soobin enters your room, an upset expression painting his face.

“my love,” he starts, making his way over to you. “I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, sitting at the end of your bed. at his remorse, you shake your head.

“soobin, it’s fine. i know you just want to spend time with beomgyu.”

soobin reaches out to you, his hand cupping your cheek.

“it’s not fine,” he says strongly.

his free hand moves to your waist, massaging your side through the thin fabric of the shirt you wore. your hand moves to his, gently holding it.

“can i make it up to you?” he whispers, leaning in so close that his lips touch your ear. you can't help but quiver at the action.

“please,” you respond quietly. truly, you’d want nothing but for soobin to make up for his recent ignorance.

at your approval, soobin’s hands travel upwards towards your shoulders. his gentle touches are so familiar, yet they still leave goosebumps on your skin.

soobin tugs down your shirt, exposing your shoulder. his kisses are slow, his eyes closed shut. he knows the way of your body so well, his eyes don’t need to be on you.

you sigh at the sensation of his lips against you. each gentle peck patches the anger rushing through your untouched body. you’ve been longing for this affection, the previous tension in your muscles relaxing.

soobin urges you further into the springy mattress, hovering above you. his intention isn’t dominance or control, instead he wants you to rest as he pleases you.

soobin slides his soft fingers under the waistband of your sweats, exposing the cotton garments that cover your anticipating core.

“i really am sorry about earlier,” soobin murmurs, rosy lips grazing the inside of your bare thigh.

he wraps his thumbs around your panties, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. at the sight of your glossy cunt, soobin feels a straining sensation against the polyester of his pants.

he lifts himself, pulling his pants down to his calves. too much excitement fills him, stopping him from fully taking off the clothing. your eyes travel to the raging bulge in his black boxers, so obvious even in the dim of your room.

“c’mere, baby,” he says softly, the hands on your waist pulling you closer to him.

you sit up, still staring at his crotch. looking up at him, you grab the band of his briefs, pulling them down at an agonizingly slow pace. inch by inch lower reveals the hard muscles just above his cock, not to mention the veins connecting the places.

once his dick is finally freed, the both of you long for the sensation of each other's bodies.

soobin grabs both of your wrists singlehandedly, placing them above your head. his grip is powerful, yet the cushy pillows they’re placed on restrict any pain.

soobin keeps his eyes glued to yours as he lines himself up with your sticky folds, the thick, peachy tip of his cock penetrating you. you hold your breath as he enters, a loud sigh passing your lips when the majority of his shaft is inside you.

soobin starts to move repeatedly, the length of his cock quickly having your eyes rolling back. with every thrust, the end of his length kissed your cervix, despite the two of you just having begun.

“fuck, so deep–” you moan, breath hitching as your spongy pussy wraps around soobin so well.

“too much already?” soobin teases, getting a kick out of how much his inches can affect you. at his flirtatious tone, a bashful shade of red paints your cheeks. soobin always heightened the arousal that pooled in your stomach.

sloppy sounds that only two could make fill the room. the ochre hue of the lamp beside you now felt intimate, not dark and lonely. sweat made your skin stick to your shirt, as the originally cool temperature of the room rose.

“feels so good,” you breathe, fingers barely wrapping around soobins huge hands.

the heavenly sensation of soobin ramming into you began to slow, as both of you started growing sensitive.

with a few more uneven thrusts from soobin, you felt a gooey liquid paint the walls of your cunt ivory. as soobin rode his high, your own climax mixed with his, the gluey substances making soobin’s dick easily slip right out of you.

soobin collapsed, falling into your arms. he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling against your rapid heart.

exhaustion took over you, lazily playing with the onyx hair that covered his head. as time passed, soobin’s breathing evened, falling asleep against your soft chest.

“thank you, my love,” you whispered, even if he couldn’t hear you through his slumber.

your own eyes shut, the two of you cuddled together as you slept.

and despite soobin’s lovely apology, that night you dreamt of smashing computer screens.

[gyutie553]

Smut version of backstage lovin' please?..

🧸 woonhak x reader wc:580

warnings: semi-public sex, box eating, sub!woonhak and dom!reader if you squint, woonhak loooves reader <3

woonhak entered the green room, just returning from the stage. due to his performance, his hair was messier than before, brunette locks in the way of his eyes.

you were anticipating his return, and the sound of his chains clanging made your head turn to the room’s entrance. you couldn’t wait for him to come back, even if his absence was brief.

“woonhak!” you exclaimed, making your way over to your boyfriend.

at your presence, woonhak smiled brightly.

“my love,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your cheek as his hands grabbed your waist.

“you did so good,” you grinned, remembering how you admired woonhak when watching him on the television. “not to mention how sexy you looked on that stage.”

woonhak giggles at your compliments, loving the immense praise.

“just for you.” his lipstick coated lips press against your neck, leaving red marks in their wake. you look around the room, pleasantly surprised when you see no staff surrounding you two.

“now we’re really alone,” you whisper, twirling a strand of woonhaks brown hair around your finger.

“mm, really?” woonhak mumbles against your skin, his mouth busy. he stains your collarbone in crimson, slipping off a strap of your shirt to gain better access to the area.

you let out a sigh, chuckling at the boy below you. he’s so obsessed with you, he relishes intimate moments like these.

“sit,” woonhak suddenly commands. you listen, bending down into the black couch beneath you. the leather’s cold against your azure jeans, cooling down your hot and bothered body.

woonhak kneels beneath you, undoing the silver button of your denims. he revels in the sight of your lace panties as he tugs your pants down, eager for your body.

although you too longed for woonhaks touch, your eyes continuously returned to the white door where anyone could enter and ruin woonhak’s career.

“focus on me, baby,” woonhak whines.

you could laugh at your boyfriends antics. one moment he’s demanding you to sit, the other begging you to pay attention to him.

“i am, sweetheart,” you coo, caressing his round cheek.

woonhak puffs his cheeks in annoyance, the cute action warming your heart. contrasting his sweet mannerisms, he’s pulled down your panties to your ankles, revealing your already dripping pussy to him.

maintaining eye contact, woonhak’s mouth nears your core. he starts with gentle, teasing licks on your clit, already making you bite your lip.

“m’ gon’ make you feel good,” woonhak murmurs, both of his hands coming up to spread your folds. with the better access, his tiny licks morph into long stripes up and down your cunt.

instinctively, your hand covers your mouth as the boy continues. you wouldn’t dare anyone hearing the two of you.

though, as woonhak focuses his mouth on your crazily sensitive clit, your moans become difficult to muffle.

your hand grabs the back of his head, his chestnut hair soft in between your fingers.

“m’ close, hak,” you sigh, breathless from suppressing your groans.

at your words, you can feel woonhak smile against you. his favorite thing in the world is pleasing his favorite girl.

at last, you feel your stomach coil, your release trickling down woonhak’s chin. he licks it all up like a kitten would with milk.

you recollect yourself, previously uneven breaths steadying.

“you did so good, woonhak,” you say, petting his head. “such a hard worker, hm?”

woonhak nods as if he’s in a trance. you’re his worst, yet best addiction.

[ilysungho]

oh!

[gyutie553]

😀

[gyutie553]

holey moley, i need a part two of that woonhak backstage lovin’ drabble 😈🫴

you thought you could get alone time with your boyfriend, the maknae of boynextdoor??

🧸 woonhak x reader fluff wc:593

a/n: did a little plot twist and made this fluff, if you wanted a smut ver please tell me! <3

you watched the tv above you, anticipating your boyfriend's entrance.

you smiled brightly when you saw his cheery face come on screen, joining the soloist’s performance.

he danced confidently, leaving you in awe. his sharp eye contact with the camera made your heartbeat fasten. staff watched alongside you, numerous ooh’s and ahh’s filling the green room.

his performance was quite brief, you felt like you blinked and it was over. he was already hugging the dancers goodbye, and making his exit.

though, you couldn’t be more grateful. you’d see the sexy man previously on screen now right in front of you! after watching him on stage, you understood why fangirls thirsted over him.

unlucky for them, you could actually fulfill your desires.

staff cheered as woonhak returned, a huge smile on his face. he thanked the many staff, but there was one person on his mind as he rushed through the crowded room.

“y/n!” he called, “did i do good?” he asks, worry lacing his words.

you giggle at his question. of course he did good! you couldn’t even imagine doing half of what he does.

“woonhak, you did great,” you reassure him, hands grabbing onto his arms.

“okay, as long as you think so.” despite his nonchalant response, his muscles feel tense against your fingers.

“come here,” you laugh, hands moving to his cheeks. you rapidly plant kisses all over his face, making him groan.

“y/nnn,” he complains, pulling you off him. after leaning back, you saw his ears were bright red against his chestnut hair.

“pfft, let them see,” you joke, referring to the staff surrounding you two. woonhak jerks his head, signaling for you to look behind you.

“gross…” a voice jokes.

you turn around, seeing woonhaks band members filing into the room. you stick your tongue out at taesan, the boy who poked fun at you.

his lips curve into a grin at your reaction. he always loved getting one out of people.

“you did so good, woonhakie!!!” an eccentric boy yells, rushing to woonhak and wrapping him in a bear hug.

“get off me!!” woonhak fights, pushing jaehyun away as he tries to kiss his face. the scene is almost identical to what you just did.

“annoying, right?” taesan snickers. you have to fight the urge of hitting him.

before you can register anything, three boys are boxing in woonhak, praising him relentlessly for his performance. woonhak is staring at you with wide eyes, begging for some help.

before you can get the boys off him, you have to stop cackling at the sight. at least you know they mean well.

“alright, alright!” you shout, getting sungho, riwoo, and jaehyun off the poor boy.

“hey, we’re just so proud of our woonhak!” jaehyun argues.

“thank you…” woonhak breathes, hands now enveloping your waist.

“come on, jaehyun, he’s a lover boy now,” riwoo gags. you swear, riwoo had never not had a witty comment up his sleeve.

“so grown up…” sungho pretends to cry.

woonhak groans like a teenager fighting with a parent.

“can you guys leave me alone? i’m trying to spend some one on one time with my girlfriend!” woonhak whines.

“he’s really letting us go…” jaehyun weeps, “come on, let’s go,” he says to the band.

“bye, guys! have fun~” riwoo teases, wiggling his eyebrows as he leaves the room.

woonhak rolls his eyes, just happy they’re all leaving.

“i’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“oh, don’t worry about me. you’re the one that has to endure it.”

“gosh, don’t remind me…”

[gyutie553]

yeonjun x male reader pls 🙏 ?? plot of your choice

first time ?

🦊 choi yeonjun x male reader wc: 837

despite your friends advice, alcohol and your own whims have you showing yeonjun a new way of sex.

contains: blowjob (reader!rec), bi!yeonjun, fuckboy!yeonjun, alcohol consumption, yeonjun’s first time giving a bj

all of your friends told you to strictly stay away from choi yeonjun.

it didn’t matter if you were a boy or a girl. yeonjun would always hit and quit.

and they’d be crazy if they think that would stop you.

your friend had invited you to some party, and who were you to decline? at first, the party seemed uneventful. you slowly sipped on a drink, listening to your friends chat away.

when you started to regret your choice of attending, a certain someone started to change your mind. you’d spotted yeonjun, his hair jet black, lips pink and plump.

impulsively, your mind went to what they’d feel like against yours. to be honest, he was everyone’s dream guy, besides his careless sex life.

the few shots you’d taken began to mess with you, the room starting to look fuzzy, your body getting warm.

despite your friends warnings, you could not take your eyes off of yeonjun.

you don’t know if it was because of the alcohol or your own desires, but your feet ultimately led to you the man.

“hey, yeonjun, right?” you ask, holding a red solo cup with some mixed drink filling it.

“yeah,” he replies, his eyes wandering on your appearance. you smiled at the action.

“y’know, i haven’t heard the best things about you.”

yeonjun snickers at your words. he’s probably heard that too many times.

“not surprised to hear that,” he whispers, taking a glance at your lips. just from his mannerisms, you could tell your friends were right on the money.

“what, you wanna get into something?” you ask suggestively, turning your body towards yeonjun.

time started to pass quickly. you two flirted back and forth for a bit, constantly checking each other out.

with the right play of cards, the two of you had traveled from the noisy kitchen to a secluded bedroom, too tipsy to care who it belonged to.

“mmh—” yeonjun moaned as you kissed him roughly. you pushed him into the cushiony mattress of the bed, looking down at the now needy boy.

you climbed into the bed, hand set on his chin. you leaned in, lips grazing his ear.

“will you listen to me?” you ask, your free hand tracing absentminded circles on his torso. you were pleasantly surprised when you felt the hard muscle on his stomach.

“of course,” yeonjun nods, ready to obey any of your commands. he’d always been the one in charge, and he was seriously starting to enjoy the control you had over him.

“good.” you reposition yourself, unbuttoning your jeans. you mindlessly toss them, caring much more about the eyeful in front of you.

“ever given head?” you question him.

he shakes his head no, and he swallows in worry. why have this perfect scenario and not even be able to please you?

you shrug, doubting he’ll disappoint you.

“you’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

your reassurance helps him gain back confidence. he, too, switches his position, now sitting on his knees.

“you ready?” you ask, toying with the waistband of your boxers before fully removing them.

“yeah,” yeonjun says breathlessly, watching your cock get freed from your boxers.

reluctantly, yeonjun leans down, mouth nearing your member. his eyes are locked on yours, intensifying the moment.

he gives the tip a soft lick, testing the waters. soon, the entire head of your dick is surrounded by the warmth of yeonjuns mouth.

a sigh escapes you, your hand grabbing the back of his head. you entangle your fingers in his raven hair.

yeonjun quickly gets the gist of what he’s doing, his mouth bobbing up and down on your length. keeping him on his toes, you abruptly push his head down, and you hear him suppress a gag in his throat.

“shit,” you groan, yeonjun unexpectedly being great at this.

you can hardly believe it’s his first time. you watch yeonjun intently, a mixture of your precum and his saliva drenching your cock.

he looks back up at you, face flushed. taking his mouth off your dick, his hazy eyes glue to yours. boldly, he wraps his hand around your cock, slowly pumping it.

“fuck, keep doing that. i’m so close,” you mumble, leaning your head back at his movements.

yeonjun chuckles softly at that, happy he’s the reason for your nearing orgasm. as he continues, your grip on his hair tightens, the pleasure coming to a peak.

“fuck, fuck—!” you moan, cum dripping from the slit of your cock onto yeonjuns pretty, slender fingers.

after many deep breaths, you’re finally able to speak.

“so, is this our first and last time?” you tease yeonjun, poking fun at his less than romantic sexual history.

yeonjun shakes his head at your words.

“actually… i was going to ask if we could meet again.”

your face lightens at his reply.

“oh, sure. that sounds good.”

you weren’t expecting that. this didn’t sound like the asshole all your friends described.

was letting him give you a blowjob really all you needed to do?

[gyutie553]

backstage lovin’ ❤️

pt.2 (fluff) pt.2 (smut)

🧸 kim woonhak x reader

yeah, woonhak has a stage to perform, but he also has a girlfriend to satisfy !

contains: making out wc: 488

because you were dating their energetic and clingy youngest, it wasn’t uncommon for you to accompany boynextdoor backstage.

you loved spending time with the six boys, their silly personalities and dynamics always entertaining you lots.

except this time, it was just you and woonhak, alone. he had a solo schedule for an award show, set to dance briefly with two other idols.

you were waiting for him in the green room when he left the changing room with his hair messy, chains dangling around his neck. you gawked at his appearance, wanting to personally thank his stylist.

“wow,” you chirp, looking him up and down.

“what? does my love like how i look?” woonhak says cockily, teasing you. he makes his way over to you, his hands instinctively feeling up your hips.

”you’re lucky you’re about to go up, because this,” you tug at his shirt, “would all be on the floor,” you joke, mischeviously smiling up at the boy.

woonhak raises his eyebrows at that, chuckling.

“y’know, we’ve still got 5 minutes.”

you both giggle, the thrill of getting frisky backstage filling your minds.

woonhak leans down, his lips meeting yours. you place your hands around his face as you reciprocate. the kiss gets messy fast, teeth clashing, tongues intertwined.

woonhak pins you to the nearest wall, one hand grabbing your hip, the other cupping your cheek. your face flushes as the kisses prolong, one half of your mind on your boyfriend, the other on how much trouble you’ll get in if someone walks in.

”woon—”

”shh,” woonhak protests, knowing your responsible mindset is kicking in.

his kisses travel to your cheek, the skin warm due to you blushing profusely.

“no one’s gonna catch us, love.” woonhak reassures you, his lips pecking down your jaw, towards your neck.

despite the excitement rushing through you, his words don’t convince you. your hands move to grab his face, halting his movements. he juts his lower lip out, not wanting to stop.

“did you forget you have a performance, like, right now?” you shake your head, giggling at where his priorities are.

”no… but you’re too tempting!” he argues.

before you can get another word out, a staff member calls out to woonhak.

“woonhak, you’re on!” she yells, ignoring the position she sees the two of you in.

woonhak lets out a loud, dramatic sigh as his hands leave your body. you can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous reaction.

”break a leg,” you whisper, poking fun at the now spiritless boy.

“yeah yeah, be ready for me after the stage,” woonhak replies, leaving one last kiss on your cheek. he hastily leaves the room, not wanting to be late.

you let out a soft sigh of your own as you watch him leave. the absence of his touch is quite apparent, and disappointing.

all you know is, his stylist sure is lucky if she gets those clothes back later.

[gyutie553]

hellooooo readers! <3

i’m going to start posting/reposting fics on ao3 under gyutie553! ^^

[blankdotcom]

bro got no bitches and made it everyone’s problem

[daisyjay887]

Me to the duffers if Mike isn’t dealing with internalized homophobia and is actually just a shit boyfriend and a shit best friend:

[hyuukas]

i also feel bad for finn wolfhard with how awfully poor mike has been written since s3 because he could have done much more for a character he’s been playing for half his life

[moessecrets]

⭒ ˳ haven’t you heard ? i’m the internet girl !

⠀ ────⠀ online bf ! sungho x fem ! reader

　　◞　　ʚɞ　　cw　　phone sex, nudes, you both are gamers, and lowk losers, masterbation, perv sungho(?), dom sungho

internet boyfriend ! sungho who you met over valorant, subtly flirting with you as the game progressed.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who didn’t waste time asking for your discord, and a few other games for the night. (he got addicted to the sound of your voice instantly.)

internet boyfriend ! sungho who started crushing on you instantly but kept it a secret.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who asked you to play games almost every night to hear your pretty voice.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who muted his mic every time you yelled at a teammate, pumping his length with breathy moans. (He can’t help that your anger turns him on!!)

internet boyfriend ! sungho who was surprised when you confessed first. He watched you with wide eyes as you bit your finger out of nervousness.

nudes. he loves looking at your bare body, wishing he could touch you in person and make you feel good.

Instead he resorts to guiding you on call, with a sugary sweet tone that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He gets so frustrated not being able to finger you himself, he bites his lip watching you pleasure yourself, wondering what sweet spots you have, where you’re most sensitive, he drives himself crazy.

Phone sex after a particularly bad game, you both are riled up and need to blow off some steam. What could be better than listening to your boyfriend groaning so prettily over the phone and watching his hair fall perfectly over his eyes as he works himself up?

internet boyfriend ! sungho who starts spoiling you like crazy. He sends you lingerie sets with the only condition that you send him a photo of you in it.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who teases you during a game, whispering dirty things into his microphone just as you’re trying to clutch a game. He loves seeing your character in game pause along with a shy “shut up” falling from your lips.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who adores matching profiles with you on discord. He also has your initial in his bio on all socials.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who begs you to meet up, how can you say no to your precious boyfriend?

and when he finally visits.. holy shit does he rock your world. His usual gentle demeanor vanishes as soon as your lips collide, his hands instantly kneading harshly into the fat of your hips.

fucks you like he’s in heat, heavily cursing under his breath as he stretches you out like nothing. Not being able to touch you for 5 long months drove him up the wall, of course he’s gonna relish every moment.

internet boyfriend ! sungho who fucks you till you cry but is such a loving partner outside of that, best thing valorant could’ve brought to you!

a/n : hey guys! some short headcanons while I work on reqs (sorry for the wait on some) love u all!

masterlist + req info