soph

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[koqabear]

all mine

a silly continuation of "pretty privilege", but can be read as a stand-alone.

"showing off your incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend is fun until you realize that others also want your incredibly hot and sexy boyfriend. the mere thought of it is enough to make you murderous."

taehyun x fem! reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, smut, pwp

Word count: 2.2K

warnings: not proof read im sorry, dare i say the softest switch x switch… mc kinda doms for two seconds before it switches to soft dom!tyun x sub! mc, dry humping, raw sex, pet names (honey, love, baby, etc), hair pulling, scratching, breast play, creampie, mc is possessive it's kinda scary, but tyun matches her freak so it's ok, extreme fluff ahead they're so in love and it hit me like a bag of bricks,, i didn't see it coming (lmk if i should add anything!)

notes: another one thank you

posting taehyun was the best and worst thing you've ever done— you always knew your boyfriend was hot, itching to show him off to the world, but you never expected other's to be so… vocal about the shared sentiment.

"baby," taehyun's voice has managed to become distant, biting your nails as you scroll through the comments section of your newest video— it was a transition video you took during your trip to the beach, an attempt to show off your newest bathing suit and the pretty dress you got for the day out; instead, you're scrolling through endless comments yelling and drooling about your boyfriend— the reaction pictures, the emojis, the 'can you fight?' comments— it's all enough to bring your blood to a boil, your teeth grinding down against your acrylic nails.

"honey," taehyun's hand comes up to snag your nail from your teeth— you look up to find equal parts amusement and concern on his face, "stop it, you're gonna bite the charms off."

even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.

"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"

at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.

you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…

taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.

it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.

"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"

you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"

"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."

you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!

"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."

taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.

"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"

your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"

"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."

"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"

you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."

you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"you're all mine, right?"

"of course my love," he purrs out.

"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."

leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"

"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."

"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.

pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.

"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."

"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."

"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"

"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.

he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"

it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.

"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"

"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."

"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"

you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.

"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."

your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.

his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"

"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."

"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"

"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.

♡♡♡

the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.

get home now.

i need you.

your response comes back instantly.

yes ma'am.

be there soon.

taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.

"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"

his words are enough to get you going again.

[vivvangel]

BABY FEVER (among other things) — C.YJ

synopsis: after appearing on a reality tv show where txt took care of a child for a hundred days, choi yeonjun starts wondering what it would be like to have his own.

› pairings & contents: choi yeonjun of txt x fem!reader

✧ warnings: smut with plot, both hard & soft dom yeonjun, HUGE breeding kink!!!! unprotected sex, creampie(s).

FIRST EVER MUSIC CORE WIN.

• the "txt parenting diary" series was a trap. a cute, giggling, 15-month-old trap named yoojun. yeonjun walked in thinking it'd be wholesome content. he walked out filming all the episodes, a changed man.

• anyone who's watched the show could tell yeonjun LOVES yoojun. the way he learned to warm the bottle perfectly on his inner wrist. the way he whispered silly stories while feeding him. the absolute focus when trying to get his clothes on. the members had never seen him so soft, so domestic. well, except for maybe when he was drunk.

• txt's first win on music core nearly right yess after debut was nothing short of euphoric. but the real highlight for him? when the staff brought yoojun out for the encore stage. holding that baby in his arms, bouncing him gently to the celebratory music, seeing yoojun bow to the crowd, yeonjun's heart did something terrifying and permanent. he looked out at the sea of moas, felt the weight of the child in his arms, and thought: i want this. for real. with her.

• he doesn't say anything that evening. he's buzzing, but he hugs the members, thanks the staff, goes through the motions. but his eyes keep finding you in the crowd backstage, and there's a new, profound heat in his gaze.

TENSION SO THICK, YOU COULD CUT THROUGH IT.

• it starts subtle. i mean, he’s always been touchy, but now his hands linger on your hips, your lower back, with a different kind of purpose. when you’re cooking in his dorm, he’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and just rest his chin on your shoulder, his palms spread wide over your stomach. he doesn’t say a word. he just… holds. like he’s imagining it rounded with his child.

• he starts buying things. not baby things—that would be insane—but family things. a ridiculously soft, large blanket "for movie nights." two matching, sturdy coffee mugs. he looks at apartments with an extra room, "for an office or something."

• the dirty talk shifts. it used to be about how good you felt, how pretty you looked. now, it’s laced with something deeper, more primal. "you take me so well, fuck, you feel like home." "i could stay inside you forever." once, in a haze of pleasure, he groaned, "you'd be so beautiful pregnant," and immediately clammed up, as if he’d revealed a state secret.

• watching and taking care of yoojun for a hundred days unlocked a specific, visceral kink: breeding. he never expected himself to be into something like that. he thought of finishing inside you is a sacred, claiming act of creation. the risk, the potential, is the biggest turn-on of his life.

• he becomes obsessed with your cycle. he’d never ask, but he notices the subtle signs. he even downloaded a tracker app. when you’re tired and crampy, he’s unbearably tender, massaging your belly with a warm palm. when he suspects you’re ovulating, or the app tells him so, he’s a different being—possessive, insatiable, his touches loaded with a desperate, hungry intent.

• he stops pulling out. it happens the first time after the music core win. he holds you down through his climax, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, and stays there, panting against your neck. the silence afterwards is thick with what he’s just done. the unspoken question hangs in the air: was that okay? the answer is in the way you cling to him, in the lack of protest.

IS THIS A DREAM?

• it’s a quiet night at his place. you’re curled up watching the parenting diary episode on his laptop. he’s pretending not to watch you watch it.

• on screen, he’s making yoojun laugh, tossing him gently in the air. you let out a soft, "aww, he’s so cute with you."

• that’s the trigger. he quietly takes the laptop, closes it, and sets it aside. his movements are deliberate. he turns to you, cups your face, and kisses you. it’s not hungry at first. it’s devastatingly sweet, full of the emotion he saw on screen.

• "i want that," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick. "ours. i want to see you holding our baby after a win. i want to come home to you both."

the confession hangs there. it’s huge. it’s terrifying. it’s the hottest thing he’s ever said.

• the sex that follows is slow, deep, and unbearably intentional. every kiss, every touch, every thrust is infused with that yearning. he makes love to you with his eyes open, watching every flicker of emotion on your face.

• he guides your legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle, going deeper. "right here," he breathes, his rhythm becoming focused, potent. "this is where i’d put my baby in you."

• when he gets close, his composure cracks. the sweet, yearning boy is swallowed by the primal man. his thrusts become urgent, erratic. his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise.

• "gonna put a baby in you," he chokes out, a ragged, desperate promise. "gonna see your belly swell with me. please. let me. i need to." it’s half plea, half vow.

• he comes with a broken sob, collapsing over you, his body trembling not just from release, but from the sheer magnitude of his want. he doesn’t move, keeping you pinned, filled, as if willing his desire into reality.

• later, wrapped around you in the dark, his hand splayed possessively over your lower stomach, he whispers the most vulnerable thing of all: "would you? someday? with me?" it’s no longer just a kink. it’s a dream, and he’s handing you his heart, hoping you’ll choose to build it with him.

💌 viv's note: literally nobody asked but here's a little something before i go back to writing anton and sunghoon again lol

[errorhnnnearby]

Req from twt

[beomere]

𓍯𓂃 The other women 3

Parings Taehyun x reader / Slight Yeonjun x reader? Contains Established rls, mentions of proposal, cheating, cursing etc

part 1 , part 2 , m.list

Taglist! @sleepystar0304 @saccharinezennie @chocomoas @applepicker2 @kiraaa143 @tubatuxx @fairfootedflekk

[kiminchae]

💋 ASSHOLE ART PARTNER p6

PREVIOUS ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı NEXT

choi beomgyu tomorrow x together txt smau

warning kms jokes

@page-yerin @txtworlddom @slushybeomz @mymelodying @auroririe @i34gyu @mouldyvoldysworld @taegyyu @ferociouspapa2 @saccharinezennie @chwerinni @thoughtsforsoob @swo07sh @yawnznzznnz @flytomyro0m @nanilis @cinnamorollhyuka @nainai112 @moarmy7 @hueningaholic @cutenessheartness @bakudon

[kiminchae]

🌷 ASSHOLE ART PARTNER p5

PREVIOUS ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı NEXT

choi beomgyu tomorrow x together smau txt

@page-yerin @txtworlddom @slushybeomz @mymelodying @auroririe @i34gyu @mouldyvoldysworld @taegyyu @ferociouspapa2 @saccharinezennie @chwerinni @thoughtsforsoob @swo07sh @yawnznzznnz @flytomyro0m @nanilis @cinnamorollhyuka

[kiminchae]

💭 ASSHOLE ART PARTNER p4

PREVIOUS ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı NEXT

choi beomgyu tomorrow x together smau txt

@page-yerin @txtworlddom @slushybeomz @mymelodying @auroririe @i34gyu @mouldyvoldysworld @taegyyu @ferociouspapa2 @saccharinezennie @chwerinni @thoughtsforsoob @swo07sh @yawnznzznnz @flytomyro0m

[kiminchae]

🎨 asshole art partner p3

in which your art partner is a bit less of a dick.

part one ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı part two

a/n: i have nothing to say but. this part is kinda boring

tags: choi beomgyu txt tomorrow by together smau @page-yerin @i34gyu @txtworlddom @mymelodying @mouldyvoldysworld @taegyyu @ferociouspapa2 @saccharinezennie @chwerinni @auroririe @slushybeomz @thoughtsforsoob

featuring: sophia laforteza, huh yunjin, stella, hokazono iroha, the remainder of txt

[soobvns]

c. sb ღ duality

Summary: Your boyfriend — despite being naturally leading, is pretty submissive in bed. It comes as quite a shock when he decides to take control once but who are you to say no?

⤷ smut!!! p in v, softdom!soobin. established relationship. soobin spits in and on you a couple times. lowk size kink. big dick!soobin agenda. few praises thrown in.

a/n: fem!reader (afab so implied), inspired by my dream & requested kinda 🫡 soobin nation rise up. not proof read ><

Being intimate with Soobin has never felt this heavy and hot. His bigger, more intimidating frame easily envelops your body and naturally leads the progress of your connection. You’re not sure when you ended up in his lap, swallowed by his broad stature as you struggle to keep up with the prodding tongue exploring your mouth. Your heart is dizzy with lust-fuelled excitement and your stomach starts to clench and sends sparks of passion towards your lower body. Your hips rock subconsciously against his own as you chase relief for the pressure that’s built up in your sensitive clit from his actions.

You’re practically panting as Soobin continues his ministrations. The usually passive and quite submissive man clings to you needingly, pressing his mouth against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues as if trying to prove a point to someone in his head.

Your hands which dig into the skin as the base of his neck falter and squeeze at the wisps of hair as he pushes you impossibly closer by the small of your back. Your lips disconnect slightly so his hot, heavy tongue can lick a daring stripe from your neck to just above your jaw.

You can’t help but whimper at the feeling. You feel like you’re going insane as Soobin continues to have his way with you. It’s not like Soobin to practically jump on you and have you sit pretty in his lap as he does what he wants to you. Usually, he’s staring at you with eyes blown large with desire as he asks you want you want him to do. What he can do to make you feel so good. Usually the control over someone so much larger than you makes your legs clench but the way Soobin is practically treating you like a doll has you drenched in a way you didn’t think was ever possible.

“Mhmph — Soobin!” You mewl as he presses heavy kisses against your cheek, travelling up your face to press them into your hairline before he lands back at your mouth. He snakes a hand from the small of your back to clench your chin between fingers, pulling his face back so he can stare at you with dark eyes. You swear your eyes almost roll to the back of your head at the sight of his plush, bruised lip. They’re slick with saliva and a small string still connects your lips.

He breathes heavily but the way you’re panting at having your breath stolen from you is undeniably hot to both of you. Your hands slip from his neck to hold his broad shoulders. You must look crazed — hair messy and lips swollen from the nips caused by Soobin.

“What’s gotten into you?” You question under pants, eyes darting around your boyfriend’s face. His hooded eyes drink in the details of your wrecked face. Soft eyes, furrowed brows and parted, kiss bitten red lips that glisten under the dull light in the bedroom like a crude layer of lipgloss. Soobin’s dick twitches at the sight.

“Need you.” Soobin mutters honestly as his hand drops from your chin. You swallow thickly before letting out a small puff in surprise as Soobin swiftly scoots back to lay you flat against the bed. Your stomach flutters as he easily manhandles you in a pliant position he wants to see you in.

“H-Hah..” You exhale shakily as Soobin’s hand runs down your body. His large plans envelope your tits, squeezing and pushing them together under the fabric of your top. He uses his thumbs to rub over the protruding tips, revelling in the way you shiver and bite your lip at the feeling. Your legs greedily rub together, ignoring how your knees knock into his legs and give away what you’re doing.

Wriggling and twisting, you reach after his touch. He curses as his hands trail further down your body until he reaches the hem of your shirt. His head dips as he pushes the material up, lips pressing wet searing kisses to the exposed skin of your torso. When he lifts away to press more, tongue darting to lap at the skin, the cool air causes a nipping sensation that makes your back arch.

Your head falls further back into the pillows as your hands grasp at the sheets. Soobin pushes your shirt up to the point it bunches over the swell of your breasts, pert nipples facing the cool air without much cover. Your legs press together as his head rounds up to the flesh of your tits. His tongue leaves a hot trail of desire, mapping his ministrations as he finally targets your breasts. He swirls the tongue around the perky bud, lips suctioning down as his teeth graze at the sensitive surface. You mewl and yelp as his other hand comes to twist at the neglected nipple.

“A-Ah, Soobin..” You moan wantonly, back arching and twisting. You try to pull away from the pinching of your right nipple but it leads you to push against Soobin’s face causing his teeth to dig into the soft flesh. You hiss and mewl as you feel yourself become more needy at the opposite sensations.

“So needy.” Soobin mumbles around the flesh as he moves to suck the skin just under your areola. You seizes his pinching to lightly roll over the bud with his thumb. You sigh as he separates from your tit with a soft ‘pop!’

The skin presents with a slight red tint. Soobin exhales as he realises the mark will slowly darken over time.

You release your hands from the sheets to weave your fingers into Soobin’s dark strands. He follows your lead until his face connects with your again. Your lips jut into a pout as you motion for him to meet you halfway with another kiss but he stills despite the pull on his hair.

“Jus’ kiss me, already.” You whine, feeling slightly lightheaded by the change in dynamic. Soobin’s lip flips into a smirk at one corner, the expression sends a flutter straight to your cunt. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips.

You relish in the soft kiss. It’s different from what he’s inflicted upon you tonight.

He pulls away softly and his eyes almost seem a little lighter. They’re still clouded with unwavering desire but his expression seems just a fraction smaller.

“..My beautiful baby.” Soobin practically whispers as his eyes take in the features of your face. You turn hot under the appreciation. Soobin presses a soft kiss against your jawline, eyes dazzling with love.

“Soobin..” You whine with embarrassment laced into your words, “Just fuck me already.”

If the room wasn’t hot before it was hot now. As soon as the plea left your mouth Soobin was stripping his shirt and unbuckling his belt. The visual of the taller man sat on his knees above you as his belt clacked and jiggled as he whipped it off and threw the accessory to the side with a metallic thud made your thighs clench. The way his brows furrowed slightly as the belt fumbled a little and the groan of relief once he was able to undo it and throw it to the side made the everyday action just a little hotter.

You shuffle and pull yourself up to fully take off the shirt that was uncomfortably bunched around your chest. Soobin’s eyes shamelessly stare at your tits as they shake a little when you readjust the strands of hair that fell into your face.

“Shit. Baby. Let me eat you out.” Soobin asks as he hurriedly pushes his trousers around his ankles. If you weren’t so turned on you’d probably laugh at how he swears when the material bunches on his thighs and he’s forced to hop off the bed to fully take the denim off. The strain of his cock against the black material of his Calvin Klein’s makes whatever humour die in the back of your head as you zone in on the print.

“Jus’ need you in me.” You reply earnestly. Soobin crawls back on the bed, leaning over you like predator to prey. His eyes meet yours softly, “I’ve been dying to taste you, baby.”

You almost moan at his words. Soobin uses a hand to trace your features with delicate fingers. Your hand raises to softly hold at the hand. Not to stop him but just to simply touch him.

“I just need your cock, ‘Bin.” You say it so easily Soobin feels himself twitch in his underwear. The fingers tracing your lips lead themselves to your lips, slightly pressing down on the pink flesh to open your mouth silently. You let him use you, opening your mouth so he can press down on your tongue.

“Get my fingers wet, my love.” Soobin hums as he zones in on the way your tongue twirls over the long digits. He wills himself to not teasingly press a little deeper. If he was feeling a little meaner maybe he’d see how far he could go before you gag against the prodding digits. He hooks a thumb on your chin so he can rub his pointer and middle fingers against your tongue.

You hum, voice bordering on a whine as your mouth salivates from his actions and face alone. Soobin pulls his fingers away but taps on your lips to tell you to keep your mouth open. You flinch a little when he spits but you can’t help but smile when the droplet of saliva lands on your tongue neatly. He dips his fingers back in to scoop it up and really coat his fingers.

He lets you breathe when he pulls away. You swallow thickly as Soobin shifts his attention to your needy cunt. The cool sensation of his fingers prodding as your hot, gushing pussy is enough to make your eyes roll back. He circles your clit a few times — the way you like — before dipping the tips of his fingers into your needy hole. He glances up to gage your reaction before pushing in his fingers, wiggling a little to ease them in.

“Didn’t even need you to drool all over my fingers.” Soobin laughs a little as your mouth falls open. You let out a breathy exhale as he scissors you open, fingers slowly spreading against your gummy walls to get you used to the feeling.

“Ha-ah, told you I need you.” You retort as your fingers curl against the sheets. Soobin hums and bends his head so he can leave a small kiss at the top of your thigh. The muscle twitches at the sensation but the loving action next to the pumping of his fingers makes your stomach feel warm and fuzzy.

It’s not long before the usual dirty sound of squelching fills the air. Soobin manages to wiggle in a third finger despite your little huffs when it stings as he introduces the third. He hums as he shifts back on his knees so he can use his other hand to circle at your clit.

Your thighs begin to shake a little. Your head lolls back as you whimper. Soobin’s long fingers and strikingly ability to find the spot that makes you see stars is a lethal combo, but one that makes you moan like a bitch in heat.

“Soob, ‘m gonna cum.” You warn. Soobin continues, twisting his fingers just slightly as he rubs a little faster on your clit. You should be embarrassed at the wet sloshing sound that fills the room but you can’t focus on it when the familiar warm tugging sensation starts to pull in your lower stomach.

“Gonna cum for me?” Soobin asks as he looks at your face. Your hair is disheveled from throwing your head back but it falls around your head like a halo. He presses a fingers a little harder against the spongy spot inside your cunt as he continues to coo little praises that makes your walls clench against the fingers.

“Pretty baby.” Soobin cooes as you cum. Your back arches with your pretty tits pointing perkily to the air. Soobin wills himself to not grab at the flesh as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in your squishy walls to help you ride out the orgasm. Your hips chase after the fading sensation before eventually stopping.

Soobin takes the signal to slowly detach his fingers from your cunt. Your pussy clenches as he pulls out.

Your head feels dizzy as you turn your head to look at your boyfriend. He’s slowly peeling the elastic band of his boxers away from his hips. You’d offer to help if you weren’t still a little breathless from whining for Soobin to keep going.

He rolls the material down his thighs. His quads tighten as his hand wraps around the base of his cock. He uses the juices from the hand he used to finger you to spread it across the sensitive skin.

He hisses at the contact. Despite being sexually active Soobin still swears he feels like he could cum from one touch alone as he looks at your body. He feels like a dam teenager who just got their hands on their first porn mag as he drinks in your vulgar position.

“Roll over for me, baby.” Soobin commands. You nod, slowly rolling yourself over so you can plant yourself on your hands and knees. It used to feel embarrassing to present yourself so freely to Soobin but you’ve gotten used to this man and his libido to realise he’s way to horny to care for slight imperfections you’ve decided you’ve got in your head.

Your back arches as Soobin places a palm on the skin of your ass. You feel the bed dip as he shuffles forward, stomach clenching when the head of his cock taps against your weeping hole.

You hear Soobin inhale before pausing. He shifts backwards before a hot, wet trail of liquid meet your puffy lips. The needy moan that erupts from your mouth when you realise Soobin’s spat on you again — specifically your pussy, turns you on immensely.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Soobin comments as he guides his cock with his hand. He use the fleshy tip to spread the wetness over your folds, gathering them on the bulbous tip so it makes it easier for him to press into your fluttering hole.

The hand on the palm of your ass smooths to your lower back. You instinctively arch further into the mattress, proving him a better view of your messy pussy. He groans as he presses in, relishing in the way your wet cunt immediately sucks him in.

The stinging is delicious. The way the tears poke at your eyes as you clench them shut would make Soobin cum on the spot if he could see your face. You press your face into the pillows, gasping as he inches in slowly.

“Doing okay, love?” Soobin asks as he stops halfway. You nod against the pillow, biting your lip to swallow any hisses. The stretch does burn but the reward after is too enticing to stop him. Soobin leans forward a bit, accidentally pushing in more as he tries to catch a glance of your face, “Words, baby.”

“G-Good! Keep going, Soob. Need it bad!” You squeal as he inches in more. Your legs want to flail but you ground yourself by biting at the pillow you’ve forced your head into.

Soobin bottoms out swiftly. The base of his hips sit snug against your ass as he allows you a moment to breathe. The way your walls clench rapidly around his cock makes the hand on your back slip to grab at your waist. He holds the flesh firmly between his fingers.

“‘M gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He confesses breathlessly. You whimper out an apology as you try to calm your racing heart.

“Move. It’s okay.” You give Soobin the green light to move.

He rocks his hips slowly. Your eyes almost roll back at how big he is. Soobin doesn’t seem to understand that he is bigger than average because the amount of times you have to tell him he can’t just jackhammer into you from start to finish is astonishing. He doesn’t seem to understand that you barely squeeze him into your cunt before he’s almost breaking into your cervix. Poor guy just wants to make you feel good.

He sighs, both hands finding home on your hips as he finds his rhythm. His thighs slap against the back of your legs, filling the void silence in the room as he slowly speeds up.

Your legs shake. His stupidly big cock practically abuses your gspot, punching and drilling it stupid. Even at the slower pace the mushroom tip makes your toes curl like you’re about to cum on the spot.

“Faster!” You command greedily as you press your hips against Soobin’s. Soobin takes your word for it as he begins to press harder, transferring his weight to the grip on your hips so he can thrust harder.

The bruising placement of his hands makes your mouth water. The thought of him leaving imprints of his hands on the soft flesh like a silent marking of ‘Soobin was here.’ is dirtily tantalising.

“Always so tight. You sure you can take me?” Soobin muses as he thrusts harder. The sounds filling the room are a perverts fantasy. Between the sound of slick skin slapping, obscene squelching and pornographic moans alongside the softest dirty talk would have any person sweating.

You pant and wriggle, hips pushing back to meet Soobin. The plush of your ass slaps against the skin of Soobin’s hips leaving soft little stings in its wake. He slides a hand from your hip to messily play with your clit. You cry as he punches hastily, the force of his thrusts making his hand slip and pull at the sensitive skin.

“‘M gonna cum!” You warn as Soobin continues to draw messy figure 8’s on your clit. He pants as he chases the orgasm, legs and arms burning as he wills himself to keep going.

The sweat that was building on his hairline falls down his face in small streaks and he groans as he flicks his head back. The strands of his hair stick to the sweaty skin, casting a shadow across his face.

“Go ahead, love. Come.” Soobin keens when you clamp down a little firmer than usual. The spasms of your sensitive walls leads him to a quicker release but he refuses to come before you do.

You yelp as a specifically hard thrust makes your vision dot “Fuck! Mhmph!! Soobin — Ha-ah, shit!”

“You sound like a pornstar.” Soobin manages to speak past the whiny whimper that escaped him when the first spirt of his cum shoots into your walls. He spews apologies when he can’t hold it back, fucking you like a pocket pussy as he chases his relief.

You’re practically melted onto the sheets when you come. Whether it’s from Soobin’s off handed comment or the searing hot feeling of his cum costing your walls, one last clench around his bulbous cock and you’re cumming like a whiny bitch.

Soobin lets you ride it out despite his sensitive nature. The sounds that escape him are more adjacent to his usual tone during sex, soft and needy. The slamming of his hips has slowed to a rocking pace. You both hiss as his sensitive heads prods at your spongy spot.

“You did.. so good for me.” Soobin exhales faintly. He slowly pulls out and your walls clench uncomfortably at the feeling. His hands detach themselves from your body as you fully embrace the soft bedding below you. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment made you forget about how hot you are. The warm flush radiates form your body as you both separate for cool air.

You shift, turning so you can face Soobin. He settles against the pillow next to you, facing the ceiling as he catches his breath.

“What got into you?” You ask with a trace of a laugh. Soobin snickers as he rolls his neck softly. He just shrugs.

“Just horny. I guess?”

[kiminchae]

🎨 asshole art partner p2

in which your art partner is a bit of a dick.

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a/n : sorry for taking ages… happy 6 months @i34gyu

tags ; choi beomgyu txt tomorrow x together smau @page-yerin @txtworlddom @slushybeomz @mymelodying @auroririe

featuring : yunjin of lesserafim, stella of h2h, sophia of katseye, the remainder of txt

[kiminchae]

🎨 asshole art partner p1

in which your art partner is a bit of a dick.

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a/n ; this came to me in a dream…… he gets better don’t worry . no part 2 if this flops ok sorry it’s short

tags ; choi beomgyu txt tomorrow by together smau

[yawngnab]

✮⋆˙ starboy i

𖦤 can you be my pretty toy?

୨ৎ main masterlist ⋆ wc. x ⋆ cam collection ⋆ taehyun au ⋆ pairing: camboy!taehyun x female classmate!reader ⋆ +18 mdni !!

contains. classmates to lovers, smut, online content, camming, size kink, exhibitionism, masturbation.

(open) taglist. @missdel @soohashits

𓂃۶ৎ at first your crush on taehyun is a silly attraction thing, but when you find his online content— may god have mercy on you.

⟢ index.

prologue (wc. 876)

▸ chapter 1 (wc. 2.8k)

next chapter coming soon!

monday morning, and your legs are shaking in a desperate attempt to deny what's been eating you alive all weekend.

every morning, you and taehyun meet at the lockers at the exact same time— he's insufferably punctual, and you've made it a habit to wake up early just to catch a glimpse of him, starting your day with a much-needed shot of adrenaline.

"good morning, yn." he says, turning to look at you as you finally reach your destination. your fingers twitch slightly. this time, the thumping in your chest isn't just because of your crush; it's the weight of discovering something you were never meant to see.

to anyone else, it would be funny—like it was to beomgyu—but for you, it has completely changed everything.

you can still feel the way your legs were trembling after your third orgasm that night, visualizing what you had seen on that screen, replaying his moans in your head over and over without a break.

"good morning," you manage to choke out, barely trusting your own voice.

you don't want to look at him—you're genuinely avoiding his gaze while trying to open your locker with clumsy, trembling fingers. but you can feel it; his eyes are lingering on you much longer than they usually do.

you steal a quick glance and find him wearing a half-amused smirk. "need some help with that?"

honestly, you need help with a lot of things.

and he could help you with every single one of them.

"i don't know what's wrong with me today," you try to play it off as a joke, your voice strained as he steps closer to help you with the locker combination. "i think i just had a rough night."

clearly. you spent half of it muffled by a pillow, trying to silence his name as it spilled from your lips.

"yeah, that happens." he replies, focused on getting your locker open.

as if it wasn't torturous enough knowing what you know and seeing what you've seen, the scent of his cologne hits you—it's addictive, and for a second, you feel like you might actually faint.

your eyes linger on his focused expression before involuntarily drifting down. you trace the flexed muscle of his bicep, the veins mapped out across his skin, until you finally land on his hands.

you can't stop staring at them. your mind is flooded with flashes of that night.

the way those fingers gripped his length.

how much you'd love to feel them insi—

"there you go." he says, turning to look at you with a smile that you return almost on instinct.

he goes back to the neat mess of his books, and you finally have something to look at that might distract you from what kang taehyun does to you.

but honestly, the silence feels heavier than usual.

as you pull out your notebooks, you steal a glance at him for a split second and notice the dark circles under his eyes—details you rarely catch, mostly because you can barely look at him without turning into a total mess.

and before you can bite your tongue, the words slip out. "rough night?"

he turns to face you, smiling without a clue of the effect he has on you. "let's just say... it was a long weekend."

he lingers there, waiting for a response—because that's how basic human interaction works—but your brain has checked out, spiraling back to saturday night.

when he arches an eyebrow, you finally let out a nervous laugh to cut through the awkwardness.

"yeah, me too." you reply, turning back to your locker. you hear a soft chuckle escape his lips.

"is it that obvious?" he asks, still watching you, while you effortlessly unravel into a total mess under his gaze.

you turn to look at him again, swallowing whatever stupidity threatens to spill from your lips—now that you're finally having a normal conversation (if you can even call it that) with the guy you like.

you give him a small nod. "the dark circles are a dead giveaway."

"how about now?"

and there he is—kang taehyun, the guy you thought couldn't possibly get any more perfect, wearing those thick-rimmed glasses. he looked like the ultimate honors student, a total nerd—it was over for you.

you hang your mouth open to respond; you just need something, anything— any word your mind can muster. god, yn, anything!

just. say. something.

"heey," beomgyu's arm slides around your shoulders. you've never been so happy to see him in your life. "did you watch that video i sent you the other night?"

you spoke too soon.

your cheeks are burning, but you have just enough self-control to act natural.

well, not really.

"what video?" you look at him, your eyes screaming shut up, please.

beomgyu's smirk widens as he glances at taehyun. "she's the worst; she never watches the memes i send her."

taehyun chuckles, turning his gaze back to you. "that's just bad manners." he teases.

"and it wasn't just any video," beomgyu continues, completely ignoring the way you're pinching his arm so tae won't notice. "it was a magician doing a very... impressive trick."

your nails dig into his skin, desperate to stop this torture, but he's got you trapped under his arm and there's no way to bolt.

"a magician?" taehyun raises his eyebrows. "i'm... actually pretty good at magic tricks myself."

beomgyu's grin widens. "believe me, we know."

could the earth just swallow you whole and spit you out in argentina right now?

"beomgyu." you hiss, giving him a warning look.

"come on, yn. everyone on campus talks about his magic skills." beomgyu says, looking at you as if you are the one misinterpreting the conversation.

taehyun chuckles, adjusting his glasses as he shuts his locker. "well, i could show you guys sometime."

you could honestly drop to your knees right then and there.

your heart is hammering in your chest like you're being hunted by a bear.

a treacherous bear named choi beomgyu.

"she loves magic tricks." beomgyu adds, smiling as if you aren't practically breaking his skin with your nails.

"well, someone has to appreciate true talent." he jokes one last time before heading down the hallway and disappearing into the crowd of students.

you whip around to face beomgyu.

"wow, that was intense," he says casually, stepping aside to inspect the marks your nails left on his arm. "savage. i like it."

"i'm going to kill you," you hiss, raising your notebook to smack his arm with it. "i swear i'm going to end you, choi beomgyu."

"hey! hey!" beomgyu whines, trying to dodge the blows. "is this how you pay me back for sending you a cinematic masterpiece?"

your eyes widen in near-panic. "shut up!"

before you can hit him again, he dodges you, snatching the notebook from your hands.

"please, yn. don't look at me like that. are you really going to tell me you didn't enjoy it?"

"i didn't even watch it!"

well, not the whole thing.

"what?" beomgyu looks at you in pure shock. "you damn nun, don't you lie to me."

you would've loved for the conversation to end right there, but beomgyu wasn't going to stop until he got the truth.

"not even just the tip?" he teases in a low voice, while you're desperately trying to focus on the lecture.

you give him a dirty look. "not a single bit."

he rolls his eyes. "i don't believe you for a second."

"i have some basic decency, beomgyu," you respond, going back to taking notes. "which you clearly lack. and by the way, how did you even find that in the first place?"

"i told you—no questions," he says, raising his hands in a mock gesture of innocence. but your glare is so piercing at this point that he folds within seconds. "i just... stumbled upon it."

you snort. "you stumbled upon it?"

the corners of his lips curl into a playful smirk. "do you really want to know?"

no, you really don't.

"ew," is all you manage to say, which earns a laugh from him, until you add, "i honestly don't know how kai puts up with you as a roommate."

"about that," he sighs, turning his attention back to the whiteboard. "he's moving back in with his parents. i need to find someone else."

you chuckle under your breath. "good luck with that."

a part of you wanted to avoid taehyun after the interaction that morning. maybe take longer getting to your locker, or just carry your books all the way back to your dorm—

but your feet seem to have a mind of their own, and while beomgyu keeps his mouth running nonstop, your eyes land on the boy standing next to your locker.

here we go again.

he smiles when you open it. you smile back, but beomgyu is still buzzing behind you.

"are you even listening to me?" he asks on purpose, leaning his back against the empty locker next to yours.

"you're asking for a lot, beomgyu." you reply in a low, almost calm voice, shooting him a look as you slide your books into your locker.

taehyun laughs from the other side, though you're not sure if it's because of you two or because of soobin—his best friend, the tall guy he never seems to leave alone.

beomgyu looks offended. "first you ignore my videos and now this?" he places a hand over his heart. "you're cruel, yn."

your ears turn red—thankfully, your hair covers them well.

"drop the video thing, i'm not watching it." you mutter under your breath.

"rude," beomgyu rolls his eyes, his gaze flicking to taehyun for a second before a mischievous smile spreads across his face. "you're going to miss a magic trick unlike anything you've ever seen."

you shut your locker and glare at him in warning. "beomgyu."

he grins. "i just don't get why you refuse to watch it. aren't you curious?"

taehyun glances at you from the corner of his eye, like you wouldn't notice.

"some things just aren't for me." you reply, your tone unmistakably firm.

"i thought you liked magic tricks."

his unmistakable voice makes your heart lurch.

god, you're going to strangle beomgyu for this.

"i do like them," you turn around, clarifying as if it were even necessary, while soobin and taehyun look at you with curiosity. "it's just..."

you can practically feel beomgyu mocking you from the inside.

"beomgyu has this obsession with sending me videos that aren't funny."

ouch.

"hey," the mentioned one replies, offended. you shrug in response. "this one looked really interesting— even the lighting was really good."

damn you, beomgyu.

"i don't care," you turn back to him, widening your eyes to make him stop. "i'm not interested."

"you should give it a chance," taehyun chimes in from the other side. beomgyu's smirk grows, and the blush finally reaches your cheeks. "it might end up surprising you."

if only he knew what you were really talking about.

you shouldn't do it — you know you shouldn't.

beomgyu was an idiot, and even though he'd already dropped the subject, it didn't seem nearly as easy for you to let it go.

your nails tap against the wooden desk, the material in your notebook not engaging enough, and the music failing as a distraction.

second saturday stuck in the dorm — yeonjun had plans with a friend, and beomgyu was helping kai move. your roommate always went to visit her parents on the weekends.

you had the dorm all to yourself.

"just stop thinking about it, yn," you murmur, lifting your gaze to the browser. "it's not right."

and yet, for some inexplicable reason, ever since you found out about taehyun's double life, your interactions with him had only increased.

at least that was one good thing to come out of all this.

your hand drifts to the mouse, your fingers tapping against it softly.

is it something he does often?

you stay silent, staring at the screen for a few seconds, until you finally start typing the name of the site.

just out of curiosity.

when the page refreshes and you spot your crush in one of the thumbnails, you click on it without even thinking.

you didn't expect the image to leave you stunned for a few seconds.

"oh my— ah— fuck!"

his moans are almost high-pitched, yet they still carry that distinctive tone of his voice.

you reach for your headphones, nearly knocking everything off your desk, just so no one else can hear it. ironic.

both of his hands are working his cock relentlessly, his back arching from the natural spasms of his body.

the sight feels wrong and hypnotizing at the same time. your lips part as you watch closely, eyes following the way he touches himself.

the screen is interrupted by donations, messages urging him to cum—when he reads them, he laughs, almost breathless.

“i want you to take all of me.”

it's enough for you to grab the laptop with both hands and take it to bed with you.

his movements slow down considerably, as if somehow he knows you've just arrived and don't want to miss the full show.

"are you touching yourself for me?"

you are.

your fingers brush gently over your clit through the fabric of your panties, easing yourself into what's coming.

his palm grazes the tip of his cock, his hips jerking in an involuntary response.

“i wish i were between your thighs right now.”

the mental image his words create leaves your lower stomach hollow and painfully aware

“you’d look so good like that, wouldn’t you?” a soft chuckle slips past his lips as he reads a comment. he lets out a low grunt and shifts his hips closer to the screen. "s’good.”

his right hand goes back to work, stroking himself again, giving special attention to the tip.

with every glide, his breath breaks, and you forget to inhale.

your gaze flickers between the way he jerks himself off and the way his abs tense, though you can't ignore how the veins in his arm stand out more with the force and speed of his movements.

your fingers pick up speed without you even meaning to, matching his rhythm. your thighs tighten, your body instinctively chasing the friction.

"god, i'm so close," he groans, throwing his head back against the desk chair. another breathless chuckle. “i don’t want to finish without you.”

you're not that far behind—you can feel it. your release is ridiculously close, closer than ever before.

“together?” he bites his lip to hide the smile, tilting his head slightly as if he were looking straight at you through the screen. "are you close already?"

yes, you are.

your fingers move in rough circles over the fabric of your panties, so focused on him that you haven't even bothered to push them aside and touch yourself properly.

but it doesn't seem necessary.

the circular motion of your fingers picks up speed, your hips tensing even more.

“want you thinking about me when you cum,” he says, his voice rough but breathless, bringing his other hand to join the movements. his legs twitch involuntarily. "don’t look away."

you can't.

you force yourself to meet his stare — it’s almost worse than looking away, you can see him slowly falling apart.

the pressure coils tight in your lower body, demanding release.

his brows knit together, his lips part to let out uncontrollable moans, his back arching as his hands move faster—sloppier, desperate.

he squeezes his eyes shut, resting his head against the chair. "just like that, yeah. i'm gonna— fuck. i'm close."

your fingers pick up the pace, you feel heat flooding your entire body, your pulse speeding up in response to the arousal.

just before you cum, taehyun lets out a nearly guttural sound from his throat as his cock spurts over his abdomen, completely falling apart in front of the camera.

the way his hot, sticky cum shoots out is enough to make your own orgasm crash into you just as hard, a loud moan slipping past your lips as your eyes roll back and you collapse against the headboard of your bed.

your chest rises and falls with the aftermath of such desperate intensity—you've never cum like this before, left shaking and oversensitive.

you look back at the screen, and taehyun looks wrecked in his own way—strands of hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, chest still heaving, his abdomen smeared with cum.

it's obscenely attractive.

he leans closer to the camera, licking his lips before letting out a low chuckle. "i'll see you next saturday."

and it sounds like a promise you don't want to break.

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[saturnsfae]

(18+) honestly just thinking about pussy drunk yeonjun ✮⋆˙

jjunie gets so passionate when he’s basically making out with your sweet pussy, gets so drunk on your essence, so desperate that he started absentmindedly moaning while pressing his plush lips over your wet slit, arms wrapped around your thighs tightening and pulling you impossibly closer onto his mouth.

eyes fluttering shut, he focuses completely on your pleasure, mouthing with a deeper meaning as more slick bubbles onto his awaiting tongue. sometimes he gets so lost, that he basically worships the pussy, pressing continuous kisses just on your flower bud, wrapping his pouty lips around it and humming lazily as his eyebrows furrow at how sweet you taste on his tongue, hips rutting onto the nearest thing that can give him a least a little bit of friction.

and yeonjun won’t stop till he’s reached his fill, doesn’t matter if you start to squirm from the amount of back arching orgasms he pulled out from you. doesn’t matter if you start to tangle your hands in his dirty blond hair, fingertips petting over his flickering ears and attempting to push him away.

and sometimes you managed to, suddenly gaining strength, pushing him far enough to just have his head tipped back, watching as slick dripped from his glistening lips. he would stare right into your gaze with an expression that would have your stomach dropping with arousal. he would let his pink tongue loll out, showing how much of your arousal he’s already collected on the pink muscle, still watching for your reaction with a fucked out expression.

once you met his gaze again, you reluctantly give up.

his blissed out expression, his clouded eyes pleading a wordless request, to let him go.

let me have more of you.

sometimes he loses track how many times you’ve reached your mind-numbing high, just greedily licking up the slick you blessed him with every single time.

… seriously. jjunie eats like his life depends on it. ♡

[kamoclub]

ׅ ⨾༊󠀺 DRIVE ⊹ ࣪ ˖ C.YJ

being in the backseat of a car with your boyfriend doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea..

pairing - boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader warnings - smut, car sex, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, groping, kissing, ass smacking, nipple play, yeonjun refers to reader as baby, reader refers to yeonjun as jjun lexi adds - I never thought that I would get so much support in just one year of writing! I am beyond grateful for everyone who has read any of my works, thank you for making this year so special to me. despite the breaks I’ve taken, you guys have never failed to show me just how much you enjoy reading everything I’ve written. I can’t thank you guys enough for your kindness! I adore and love every single one of you! please expect way more fics in the next few days! xoxo merry christmas to anyone who celebrates <333

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”it’ll be fun…” yeonjun purred into your ear, his honey voice sending shivers across your body amidst the loud noise of music and people of the night club. his hands were place carefully on your hip, swaying as he pressed against you, his bulge growing hard with every passing second.

“what do you say? wanna ditch everybody?”

you turn yourself around, gazing up to meet the cocky smirk that played across his handsome face. he lets out a soft chuckle, your hand coming up to brush away the loose stand of hair that hung in front of his face like mistletoe.

“are you sure?” you asked, hesitance coating your words like powdered sugar. yeonjun can only look around the club, spotting his friends who were taking shot after shot and getting drunk like crazy.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything,” turning his gaze in their direction, his face scrunches up into a wince. “plus, I’d rather have you all to myself…” his hands grip your hips tighter as he pulls you closer, your faces only mere inches away from each other.

“then that’s what we’ll do.” you declare, giving him a quick peck on the lips before the two of you are walking out of the pumped up club, entering the silence of the world outside.

leading you to his car, yeonjun leaves a smug smirk on his face the whole way there. “you won’t regret saying yes to this, baby…”

—

you had never been in the back seat of yeonjun’s car — especially when it was just the two of you.

the sleek black car was parked in an empty parking lot, yeonjun was standing outside the car, and you had your hands and knees pressed against the smooth leather of his car’s backseat.

“y-you’re going to stand outside with the door open?” you turn your head back to look at him, his hands already messing with the silver buckle of his belt. “someone might see us, no?”

yeonjun lets out a low suppressed laugh, shaking his head. “in this empty parking lot? baby, we got more important things to worry about… like this sweet ass of yours.” with that, he delivers a swift spank to your ass, emitting a mewl from your lips.

he flips you over, pressing his lips against yours in a heated kiss, your hands tangle themselves in his blond locks of hair, causing yeonjun to groan in satisfaction.

slowly, yeonjun peels each piece of clothing off of your body with precision, taking his time to admire you to the fullest, his hands explore and grope every inch of your skin until you’re completely bare in front of him, completely at his mercy.

just as he pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavy with his face flushed pink, he unbuckles his belt, fiddling until his fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, pulling them down enough for his cock to finally break free from their previous tight confinements.

the tip of his cock is an angry pink, bulging furiously with precum peaking from the slit. yeonjuns find himself wrapping his hand around his own girth, pumping himself a few times before he presses his cock against your leaking entrance.

a short gasp is heard from you, and you could already feel the stretch he was going to give you. “fuck, yeonjun…” you manage to make into words.

he smirks, leaning down to meet your fond gaze with his own sharp one. “you want me to stretch you out for anyone else, right? tell me that you want it, baby…” his unoccupied hand makes its way to one of your breasts, thumb and pointer finger tweaking and pinching at your nipple to overstimulate you even more.

goosebumps tickles your skin at his words and you find yourself desperately crying out, “I want it! I want it so bad, jjun!”

“that’s the spirit, baby…”

you gasp at the sudden stretch of your hole as yeonjun slams into you, painfully delicious as he fills you to brim with his complete length. your hands fly to his forearms, nails digging into his skin, but not hard enough to hurt him. both of you moan out blissfully, feeling the immense pleasure of finally getting to make love to each other again.

he sets a relentless pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the silent parking lot that no one except the two of you occupied.

his thrusts are sloppy, your gummy walls clenching around him so tightly he almost can’t even function.

yeonjun’s breath grows heavier by the second, deep groans and grunts escaping past his lips. he chuckles darkly at the way you fail to keep your composure and crumble in his arms. “you like that, don’t you baby? like the way that anybody could catch me fucking this tight little pussy?”

you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out except a broken whimper of his name, “j-jjun!”

at this point, you’re seeing stars, the bulbous tip of his cock brushes harder against your cervix with each thrust, a new sensation growing inside of you.

yeonjun doesn’t fail to notice, and that satisfied smirk is back on his face. “you’re close, aren’t you baby?”

you nod your head, too lost in pleasure to even form a coherent thought.

yeonjun’s hand travels and make its way to your cunt, his thumb begins to rub harsh quick circles on your clit, leaving you to let out a gasp as your eyes widen.

“fuck!” you cry out helplessly, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. “I’m gonna-!”

before you could finish your sentence, yeonjun is crashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss, he moans softly, seeming to be taking in the moment.

he pulls away after a long pause, leaning closer to your ear as he whispers the same way he did at the club, “do it. fucking do it.”

yeonjun’s thrusts are now completely inhumane, he set a punishing pace, his balls slapping against your ass as you feel the knot in your stomach is ready to pop.

without further hesitation, your walls clench around him like never before and you let out a loud moan and reach your climax, “yeonjun!”

yeonjun follows your lead, fully burying himself into your cunt before he releases inside of you, painting your walls completely white with his warm milk-like liquid.

“fuck baby…” he says, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “that was so far the best sex we’ve had…”

“you think so?” you pull him into a quick kiss, giggling softly at the look on yeonjun’s face that made him look like a fool in love.

“we should definitely do this more often…”

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ lawyer soobin choi is lonely. why not get a hybrid? easy, right? no. not easy at all.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ soobin choi x hybrid! puppy! fem! reader | word count: 5735 | dystopian-ish themes in a society where hybrids do not yet have rights; eventual smut, eventual romance, eventual angst;  kinda sorta sugar daddy behavior;

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n: first off, thank you so much to everyone who reads, likes, comments, reblogs, even breathes on the screen while reading this...these chapters need to get longer otherwise this series will go on forever. There’s a plot, trust me guys. Do you prefer short chapters or long? I suppose after this chapter, there's going to be more 'real' story line. I HATE expositional sequences but I wanted to start the story where soobin and y/n first meet. i also think it's nicer to see their relationship get started as two people getting used to one another, as opposed to already being a couple. i also got side tracked for forty five minutes trying to find a picture of soobin’s arms. trust that it was for the sake of the story. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ taglist: ⋆｡°✩ @mojicatfatsposts ⋆｡°✩ @gyuuchuuu ⋆｡°✩ @soobvns

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Soobin paced outside your room. 

While he did not want to insert himself to your night of relaxation and settling in, he did worry what happened inside your room. When he pressed his ear to the door, there’s only silence. You seemed genuinely enthusiastic when he’d given you the towel and pajamas. You had taken the stack of his loose, grey tee-shirts and a pair of boxer shorts with a ‘thank you’ so vehement it seemed he’d instead given you hand picked stars in a jewlery box.

Night had fallen long since then. The waterpipes ran for a while-a good forty five minutes-before the squawking in the walls fell silent. He had expected you’d come out any moment. Then an hour had passed. Then two. 

Now it’s nightfall; Soobin hesitated outside your door. Over and over, he found himself with a hand raised over the door. Maybe you did not want to come out and see him. Maybe you’d fallen and cracked your head open. 

However anxious Soobin felt, he tried to remind himself of the more sensible qualities you had. Not that he knew many qualities of yours, but he knew you were alert and aware. More than capable of showering. Hell, you’d obviously showered before. 

Soobin knew that he ought to do better. Try harder. Honestly, standing there debating kicking your door down when you were more than likely asleep in the bed isn’t what he’d qualify as normal person behavior. He’s already hovering. 

You’re not a child. Not a pet. You are totally fine. 

Soobin knows that. 

Rationally. 

Irrationally…well, irrationally, he can’t stop the pacing. He bounced between returning to his own bedroom and pretending to be idle, as if that would trigger you to leave the room. What if you aren’t okay? What if you’re ridiculously homesick? 

Soobin swallowed the thick build up in his throat. He finally knocked. “Y/n? You okay in there?” he asked through the door. He pressed his ear right up against the wood. Not even a stir came from within. “Y/n…I’m going to come in,” he said, louder this time. He turned the handle and pushed it open. He stood at the threshold, peering inside with a remarkable avoidant stance. He dared not to step across the invisible line that allotted your personal space from the rest of the house. While the entire house is yours to loiter in as you pleased, this room was to remain your sanctuary. 

He couldn’t bring himself to sully the space by stepping inside. 

Every worry he’d had dissipated at the sight of your body curled beneath the blankets. You’d moved all the pillows around you. The splash of your hair stands out against the all white bedding. He peered deeper. Are you breathing? 

He took a step inside, then three, and he found himself leaning over the bed. The quilt rose and fell with even, slumbering breath. Your face is practically hidden beneath the pillows and quilt, only your half parted lips visibly among the tranquil palace you’d built around yourself. 

Soobin escaped the room in silence. He closed the door with such care not even a click sounded as the jamb slid back into place. He wanted to ridicule himself; he wanted to point and laugh at his own reflection. What had he expected? 

Soobin deliberated all the way down the stairs, to the kitchen, as to why he’d been so worked up in the first place. Nothing is technically wrong. Why does it feel as though his pulse would burst his veins? 

You’re more than allowed to sleep. In fact, Soobin felt more at ease with the knowledge that you’re comfortable in your bed. He felt jittery as he pulled the fridge open. 

Bastard, he chided himself. 

More than anything, Soobin wanted you to be comfortable. He supposed he’d been so caught up in playing host that he failed to realize the more-than-likely possibility that if you weren’t comfortable, you’d tell him. A matter of hours with you in the house and he’s already having to remind himself not to hover. Lest he become more your guardian…

Well, actually, in a way he is your guardian. Legally he is denoted as such. However, that’s not to say he needed to act like a parent. Or a conservator. 

Soobin popped the cap of a soda bottle. Given that he’d taken such liberties to consolidate everything you’d possibly need, he hadn’t given any thought to the path he’d follow in order to forge a relationship with you. Not the shallow sort where he’d expected you to come crawling. Not a manufactured fake romance. 

No, he yearned for a proper bond wherein he’d not feel alone. If Soobin sought to feel warmth in you, then he’d have to level out the proper way to act. And hovering outside your door like his nosy mother did when he was a teenager was not the way to do that. Ridiculous. 

Soobin is fucking ridiculous. 

Because, again, he’s twenty eight and you’re twenty four, and he can’t even begin to discern what he should or shouldn’t do. He couldn’t grasp the formation of fucking friendship? All the isekai anime he watched in his youth and somehow friendship is still a foreign concept to him. He hadn’t had many in his time. 

Yeonjun certainly doesn’t count. Yeonjun is more a brother than a cousin, a relentlessly annoying one, but a constant. During their youth it was a bit easier. Soobin was able to openly rely on Yeonjun. Now they’re adults.  Yeonjun has a life of his own, a brand new job at a law firm not remotely affiliated with Soobin’s. They’ll always be close. But it’ll never be what it was.  

Soobin hadn’t outwardly expected to end up at the same firm as Yeonjun. Though when they simultaneously attended university for the same subject, a small part of him dreamed that he’d see his cousin every day at work. A childish notion. Soobin would never admit that he’d once hoped…

Regardless, now Soobin doesn’t talk much to anyone at his office. There are three associates which he’d partnered up with at the start of the year. The firm is a great foundational step for him. He got out of school roughly a year and a half ago. He gave himself a month to search for the right firm to start out. There’s the two elderly men who opened the firm about three decades ago, Clark Williams and Edward Porter. The third associate is in her mid forties, Dana Ashwell.  Soobin doesn’t have much to say to them beyond rigid requests for advice regarding clients and cases. Work is just alright. He had at least been given the liberty to appoint his own secretary. His workload is nowhere near the point where he’d require a paralegal, but a secretary had lightened the load. Intake forms, invoicing, the like. Backtrack a moment. Secretaries are meant to lighten the load. Thus far, Soobin had three secretaries, each of whom lasted two and a half months on average. 

Fuck. Why lie to himself?

The last one bailed after three weeks. She hadn’t even learned how to invoice before she phoned in to explain she’d be calling out for the next day and every one thereafter.

He hadn’t bothered to post a new job listing. He’d rather deal with the paperwork himself then pester Mr Porter for a new round of employment contracting and HR bullshit. Soobin could already visualize the look he’d get from Mr Porter when he introduced another new secretary for onboarding. 

He supposed it’s not all bad. At least now Soobin can eat in comfortable silence in his office, as opposed to the dreadfully awkward silence that came with sharing lunch three feet away from someone who didn’t pretend to like him at all. It also enabled him to form a closer bond with clients. Hearing first hand about their financial predicaments, talking payment plans-it all allows him an inside look at the struggles he had to try accommodating. 

From every failed girlfriend, every friend he never had, and now the empty secretary desk facing his? Each one had thoroughly convinced that he’d been pre-destined to repel his fellow man. 

He worked in solitude for nine hours a day only to come home to nothing and no one. 

It must be why he’s so eager to forge a bond with you. Soobin frankly didn’t care about the more complex details of your presence. He wouldn’t have cared if you were ugly, hunchbacked, and had a glass eye. 

Although he won’t be so willfully ignorant as to pretend you’re not gorgeous.  

It actually wigged Soobin out. He wished you were ugly. Soobin doesn’t want a relationship forged on the basis that you’re reliant on him. He can sense a vast, untapped well of warmth inside you. He can feel that you’re the one he needs to keep from sinking deeper into himself. Unfortunately your beauty is a constant reminder that he’s a guy, you’re a girl, and you’re to be living together. He might have an easier time loosening up to flirt if he weren’t consciously aware of the social discrepencsies between you two. He found it would be cruel, manipulative, even, if he allowed himself to entertain the idea of anything romantic or intimate. 

His major concern was the marred color of his soul.  It’s obvious and ugly; no one keeps close to him. Everyone who’d ever skimmed into his depths ran away. He moreoften than not feels he is a ragged granite chunk in a riverbed of fine, smooth skipping stones. 

If you can stand to be close to him, just enough that he has someone to talk to at the end of the day? That would be enough catharsis to get him onto the end of his days. 

That being said, he determined he cannot push, hover, or fucking pace outside of your door. Ever. There’s nothing to be gained in forming expectations and forcing you-a stranger-to adhere to them. Soobin knows that the idea he has of you isn’t real. In the hours you’d been here, he’d formed his idealistic images of what you might be. Brief had the hours been, but it didn’t stop ideologies from internally dictating how frantic he’d become when you didn’t come out after your shower. 

Selfish, he thought. So fucking self centered. None of this should be about him. He ought to stay focused on taking care of you. Is it really a wonder you’d slunk from the shower to the bed? You’re exhausted, no doubt. While Soobin could internalize with great ease thoughts of how you might fare in the household, he’s got to stay aware that is perception isn’t your reality. He knew this place. You didn’t. 

He hadn’t been the one taken from the singular residence he’d known for the majority of his life and expected to integrate elsewhere as if it was a dormitory expedition. 

Control yourself. Don’t put the weight of fixing you on her shoulders. She might come to despise you. It might happen sooner than you think.  

Soobin eased into the sofa cushions. He found the quiet bitter and unbearable. He needed noise. He’d always had it. His father’s cursing and shouting or the rapid pounding of a washing machine on the wall outside his bedroom. The house of his childhood was ridiculously small-no wonder he felt like silence was a punishment. He’d grown up listening to everything. 

What had you mentioned earlier? Kingsmen? He debated selecting the film. It’s a little loud for his taste. He preferred easier films. He preferred Pride and Prejudice, actually. As if he couldn’t be any more pathetic. He ought to hide the Jane Austen books. The last thing he needed was for you to lay eyes on them and piece together you’d gotten the worst man of all time. 

His eyes go to the cellphone next. The latest Apple phone remained in its manufacturer’s packaging. He bought it for you. Though now he’s regretting it. It’s just a boring, white glass model. You might have enjoyed the lavender better. Or mint green. Hell, maybe you would have rather had the black one. Every time he felt he’d done something good, he managed to retroactively figure ways he could have done it even better.  

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How long had you slept? 

Rays of sunshine pillared through the window, right onto your face. You had woken in an immediate burst of consciousness, as though your brain flipped a switch and decided it was time to wake up. You had only intended to doze for a while. 

You’re surprised you slept so long. The Center had a day to day schedule which had otherwise been ingrained into you. 

Anxiety washed over you. Now it seemed you were a castaway to sea without the usual sense of structure. You sat up, smacking your lips together at the foul morning breath which marinated there. You went to your bathroom. For each one of your anxieties is a corresponding gratitude. As an example, the private bathroom: tfact you didn’t have to grab a toothbrush from a one-by-one locker that had your name on it was a fairly attractive trait  of your new home. A private bathroom seemed both daunting and liberating. A taste of freedom. 

You tidy everything back into the way it had been when Soobin showed you. You want it to remain that way forever. 

From your childhood you’d had a tendency to dislike change even by the slightest degree. You would sit to admire the presents from Santa Clause or the cellophane on an Easter basket brought by Peter Cottontail himself. Your mother and Mrs Cleve had to encourage you time and time again to tear into the gifts. Birthdays were a ritual; unfolding wrapping paper from the seams by which they’d been folded. 

You had been intent to keep your gifts in the pretty presentation you’d found. Just as now you try to adjust the shower curtain along the edges of the tub to be precise. 

You hadn’t thought about Christmas in a long time. Easter, Christmas, birthdays-those aren’t remarkably important in the Center. It was at the time you’d been taken into the Center you learned the hard way that Santa Clause wasn’t real. You cried all night in a bed that smelled like something sterile. 

Your new bed smells sweet. Fresh linen that isn’t rough or thin cotton that couldn’t shield you from the shivers. This linen is a fluffy, cool quilt. The mattress layered with a fluffy topper for extra cushioning, a silky fitted sheet. Not to mention the four huge pillows that seemed as long as your torso. You fretted over the bed after your teeth are minty fresh. Tugging on the quilt edges, bouncing from side to side to determine if the blanket is perfectly centered on your mattress. It’s longer on the right, you think. You adjust. 

A step backwards and-

Perfect. 

There’s not much to do but sit and admire the room that’s all yours. You hadn’t had a proper bedroom to yourself in a while. In those final days at the Center, you did have your dorm to yourself, but that was only because Brittney had gotten booted out of state. You’d hardly say you were used to sleeping alone. 

There’s no point in changing for the day. It would be trading Soobin’s pajamas for a different pair of Soobin’s pajamas. The oversized shirt is butter soft, but the boxers are far too big. You had to roll the hem down four times to keep them upright on your hips. 

You peek out the door. It’s dark in the upstairs hall. You glance down each side, straining to recall the layout of the place, Soobin’s bedroom door is ajar. The landmark directed you to the left, towards the stairs that crawl with the plush carpet into the kitchen. 

“Soobin…?” you called. Rather it was a low murmur, half worried you’d summon someone you didn’t want to see. 

Soobin is there in an instant. He rose from the round kitchen table, as if standing in ceremony. He just watched you creep into the kitchen. “Good morning,” he said. His voice is thin, like he forgot to breathe before speaking. He coughed. “Hi, good morning,” he repeated, trying to fix his voice. 

“Good morning,” you replied. You can’t help the timid lowness in your voice. “What time is it?” 

“Eight thirty, ish,” he estimated. His eyes flicked to the digital clock on the fanciest coffee maker you’d ever seen. 

Ah, perfect timing, you think. By now you’d have been filed into the cafeteria for breakfast. You’re about fifteen minutes behind schedule, however. By now you’d also have taken a morning walk around the fenced in courtyard. 

“Did you sleep well?” Soobin asked. His voice sounded hopeful, as though he genuinely cared to know if you had. “Do you want breakfast? Come sit.” 

You swallowed as he pulled a chair for you. 

“Yes and yes,” you answered the successive questions. You watched for a moment before shuffling over, eyes on your toes as you took a seat. 

Soobin is sitting in front of you in an instant. The chair scraped on the tile as he moved closer. He leaned an arm on the table to peer at you. “Hey,” he said softly. “You sure you’re feeling alright?” 

You nodded. 

He sighed very quietly. “...Then can you look me in the eye?” he asked. It’s a lulled, easy request, like he was hoping you’d say yes and not at all expecting a thing from you. 

You brushed the fringe of your hair back. You sit straighter. 

“Better,” Soobin said with a tiny smile. “You look refreshed. Well rested. I-I was worried,” he admitted. A stammer leaked into his words for such a brief second you didn’t even notice. 

“Worried? About me?” you inquired. Your eyes shifted away as you wondered why on earth he’d be worried about you. He’d given you luxury on a silver platter. You felt as if you’d slept on a marshmallow last night. 

But Soobin nodded, confirming as much. “Yeah. You said you’d come out after your shower. I waited. Not that it’s a big deal, I just worried that you were feeling sick or nervous. I checked on you. You’d already fallen asleep…” Did he sound strained? No, Soobin couldn’t possibly sound awkward or strained. He’s a lawyer. He’s Soobin. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you quickly said. Had he been put out waiting for you? “I was tired after the shower. I enjoyed it. The warm water. I sat there for a long time,” you beamed at him. 

Soobin’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. “You sit down during showers?” he asked, the smile on his lips audible. 

The question sent a surge of warmth in your face. “You don’t do that?” you questioned shyly. You rub your hands together under the table, eyes drifting down. “...You should,” you told him. “It’s relaxing..” 

“I might try,” Soobin grinned at you. He wasn’t lying. “I’ll have to see what’s so spell binding…maybe I can actually get a good night of sleep if I do. I’m glad you slept well,” he repeated finally. “Now. Breakfast.” He rapped his knuckles on the table. “We can go somewhere. Eat out. I’m sure I can find a sweatshirt for you. Pancakes, omlettes, anything you’d like. Or I’ll make something for you. What do you like?” 

“No, no, it’s okay. At the Center I always ate cornflakes for breakfast. And a carton of applejuice,” you explained. 

Soobin’s mouth twitched down at the corners. “Is that what you like, though?” he asked. “I can buy cornflakes. Applejuice, too,” he quickly assured you. “What are you in the mood for, is what I mean. Shall we look at the pantry?” he suggested. Before you can even answer, he’s up, opening the food stores. “Choose anything you want,” he told you in earnest. He backed away, guiding himself across the room towards the coffee maker, as if his absence might encourage you to take a look.

You obliged him. Only because he offered. You scanned the shelves. 

“What are you having?” you asked him without looking over your shoulder. “I’ll eat whatever you eat.” 

He poured his coffee as if on perfect cue. “I don’t usually have a meal for breakfast,” he admitted. “Typically coffee. Do you want coffee?” 

You shrugged. “Eh…I’ve never really tried it,” you admitted. During the course of life at the Center, coffee hadn’t gotten integrated into the daily schedule. For a moment you felt your chest tightening at the idea of eating anything else then a single serve cereal cup and Honest juice. Your nose wrinkled up as you headily snatched the first box you saw. 

“This.” 

Soobin lifted a brow. “...Instant rice?” he asked in a low voice. He released a long, heavy sigh. “Alright. Put it back. I’ll make something,” he said. 

“No, no, I can have cereal,” you argued, beelining for the box of wheaties that gathered dust. 

“Y/n,” he said firmly. “Let me make you breakfast.” That firm voice again. The one that you’d come to understand meant business. He is a lawyer after all. Like Mr Darcy in Bridget Jones. He’s not nearly as rigid as Mr Darcy, though it’s not as if Mr Darcy is entirely rigid to begin with. Isn’t that the beauty of his character? 

You couldn’t help but return the instant rice to its designated spot the moment he told you. 

“Good,” he said fondly. “Now, sit, relax. How does a cheesy omlette sound?” he suggested. He opened the fridge to gather his ingredients. 

You shrugged, eyes fixed on him. “That sounds yummy,” you supposed. “You’ll eat with me, won’t you?” 

Soobin swallowed. His throat bobbed for a moment as he struggled to reply-he hoped you didn’t notice. “Of course,” he said happily, turning his back to you as quickly as he could in hopes to hide the blush on his cheeks. 

You watched him bustle around. A pan on the oven, drizzled with olive oil. Butter, salt, pepper, cream whisked into the bowl of eggs he’d cracked open with remarkably nimble fingers. 

“Gourmet,” you said randomly. 

“Hmm?” Soobin cocked his head over his shoulder. 

“You’re making fancy omlettes,” you explained. “Gourmet.” 

Soobin’s head of dark hair shook in exasperation. “This is gourmet?” Soobin guffawed. He grinned over his shoulder. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Remind me to go all out for dinner.” 

Something about the way he spoke sparked a warmth in your belly. Like comfort, but far more raw. You found yourself content in watching him at the stove. He’s already dressed for the day, trousers and a button down tucked in with a belt. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His forearms have vines of blue veins, wrapping up along the inside of his elbow. He’s well defined. You look down at your own hands. Your fingers are small, almost like sausage links. There’s no definition of the tendons that run over your knuckles. Soobin, though, his fingers are long and nimble. Either palm is large enough that you’re certain he could burst a watermelon with only a slight squeeze. 

“I don’t have apple juice,” Soobin interrupted your thoughts. “Lemonade?” 

You nodded. “That sounds delicious,” you said happily. Sometimes it was afforded in the Center to have lemonade parties during the summer. All the females, young and old, would get to watch an outdoor movie. The little girls would be able to run around in sprinkler water, or use a slip-n-slide if the Center’s budget was well topped off. Glasses of lemonade, all day…

Something you’d associated with luxury. Funny how something simple can turn into an icon. Sure, as a child Mrs Cleve kept the fridge stocked with lemonade that you once got griped at for drinking right out of the container. Things vastly changed for you after your mother passed. Mrs Cleve had already been old and fragile. She went three months after mom. So with no legal guardian, the state pulled you out of school and sent you to the Elizabeth Blackwell Females Center (It was later renamed the Elizabeth Blackwell Center for Ladies). 

You practically bounce in your chair as Soobin poured a tall glass’s worth. “Here.” He had a real smile on his face as he brought your plate and drink. A cheesy omlette with chunks of roma tomato and flecks of basil. To you it seemed the overt definition of gourmet. 

You smiled up at him. 

“Well, take a bite,” he insisted. “I want a good honest review.” 

You used your foot to push his chair out. “You said you would eat with me,” you reminded him. Soobin’s mouth pursed for a moment. A brief second more of being alone at the table, then he was sitting down, his own omlette steaming on a plate and his coffee still sloshing at the rim of its mug. 

When he finally settled for his meal, you sectioned off a bite size piece with your fork. Cheesy, flavorful, rich. You nodded excitedly as you chewed your food. “Mhmm,” you vocalized. 

Soobin nodded back, grinning. “Yeah? Good?” he asked. “Well, I’m glad.” And he seemed genuinely pleased with himself as he started to eat, too. 

You’re almost embarrassed at the way you scarfed it down. You wiped your mouth clean with a napkin. Your belly is full. It was a far more satisfying meal than the 0.75 ounces of Kellog’s corn flakes you were used to having every morning. 

You settled back in the chair, smiling unbearably wide. “This is the first omlette I may ever have had in my life,” you admitted. “This is the first breakfast I’ve had in…in fifteen years that wasn’t a cup of cereal.” You couldn’t make yourself sound less giddy even if you tried. 

Something hooded flicked in Soobin’s eyes as he chewed slower. He set his fork down, nodding. “That’s nice,” he said. Reserved. Withdrawn. No more warmth. 

Why? What did you say? You replayed it all in your head. You meant to sound thankful. “Thank you,” you said firmly, intending to clarify your meaning. Soobin shook his head as he poked around at his egg. 

“You don’t need to thank me,” he replied quietly. A distant sadness soiled the shared joy that had sparkled in the dark brown depths just a minute ago. “I’ll make omlettes every morning. No,” he hastily corrected himself. “Every morning will be something different.” The vow is clearcut and unnegotiable. He used it again. The lawyer's voice. 

You could only stare at him, your eyes glued to his face. When he looked at you with vague expectation, you nodded quickly. “Yes, every morning,” you agreed. “Deal.” 

Soobin’s shoulders lifted as he took a breath. “Deal,” he repeated. Soft again. He slowly finished his plate, unable to move or do anything else as you sat there sipping the lemonade, simply watching him eat like it was a hobby. 

“So,” he drawled. He wiped his mouth clean with a paper towel. “Up for shopping?” 

You blanched at the thought. “Uhm…I don’t know,” you fidgeted. You did know. You don’t want to leave the house at all. It’s warm in here. Cozy. It smells of allspice. cinnamon, and him. There’s no real traits of Soobin’s scent. It’s distinctive, however, and quite pleasant. It’s all over you-the pajamas he gave you seemed soaked in his essence. You’d grown accustomed to it in the single night you’d so far lived here. Now that you’re cozy, fed, and happy, he wants you to leave? 

Soobin nodded in understanding. “You just…” he trailed off. He hesitated. “You don’t have any clothes,” he said carefully. 

Your brows furrowed. “Well, you don’t have to whisper it,” you assured him. “I know I don’t. I have my outfit from yesterday, though,” you insisted. 

Soobin’s brow quirked up. “And that’s what you want to wear every single day? Like a cartoon character that has a single outfit? Come on, I think you’d have fun,” he encouraged. You didn’t budge on the notion. 

The thought of having to try on a million things while Soobin sat outside a dressing room was remarkably nauseating . 

Soobin made a thoughtful sound. “Alright,” he decided. He reached over to your place setting, taking your cleared dishes. “Easy work around,” he smiled, staking the plates in the sink. “Online shopping. It’ll give you a chance to use your new phone,” he added. “I didn’t set anything up, yet. I’m not sure if you have an email already…but I charged it overnight,” he added, the final part of his words twined with something hopeful. 

You shake your head. “No,” you said simply. 

Soobin watched you for a pointed moment. “You’re funny,” he said decidedly. “Phone’s there,” he pointed off towards the living room. “Charged and ready to go. Let me know if you need help.” 

You didn’t move from that spot. “What do you mean?” 

“Set up your phone,” Soobin repeated-there wasn’t any annoyance in his words, but he sounded certain in the stance you’d do it on your own. “You’re a big girl,” he added, and you swore his voice dipped into a low tease. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. And if you mess it up, there’s always factor reset,” he assured. 

The distance from the kitchen to the living seems unbearable in that moment as your chest tingled from the lemonade you’d finished off. You shuffled to the sink first, washing your hands with warm water and the plain Dial handsoap. You never liked the way excess food smelled. Your senses are rather heightened when it comes to scents and tastes. You prefer keeping clean and fresh. Excess scents tend to give you a headache. Besides, you don’t want anything clouding Soobin’s clothes. Part of you wants to hide your face into the fabric and lay completely still for hours. 

Unfortunately, Soobin seemed adamant that you do this. His kindness is beyond compare. You’d never known someone so willing to help, so willing to give. It seemed all he’s done for you thus far is give. He carved a space out of his home solely for you, gave you clothes, gave you food. 

You don’t have much to give in return. Therefore it’s the least you can do to follow his instructions. Afterall, being asked to loiter on a sofa and play with a cellphone is among the easiest tasks he could have given you. He could be insisting you scrub the baseboards, do the dishes, or warm his bed. But he isn’t doing any of that. 

Effortlessly kind, and for the most part gentle and soft when he speaks to you. Sure, he pushes you just a tad to break out of your shell. It’s only out of true care and kindness. 

Your situation could be horrible. You could have ended up with a pervert, expected to be an intimacy partner. Or a housemaid. A servant. A person in a space meant to complete menial tasks. Soobin could have brought you home and forced you to be anything other than what you are right now-a curled up ball, subtly rubbing the throw blanket along the isnides of your wrists so your scent can linger in your new home. 

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“Here’s my location,” Soobin explained. “I’d prefer that we’re able to track one another. In case of emergencies,” he explained. “That okay?” 

You nodded, your eyes fixed on the screen. “Yes.” 

You have a rather adorable habit of giving blunt, one word answers and leaving a silence palpable enough he expects a punchline. It always makes Soobin want to laugh. “Right, then. Just double checking. Got your email all set up, got your phone number activated. Seems perfect to me. Pretty soon I’ll compile a list of all the important household passwords,” he explained. “We’ll get you access to the accounts. The internet service, music subscription, Netflix, everything we’ll share,” he explained.  “I think that’s officially everything,” he figured, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hm…here.” He fished his wallet out of his pocket. “For your shopping.” 

He shucked his credit card out, sliding it over between two fingers. He’d already budgeted everything out. Soobin might be pathetic but he’s well prepared. He spent a month readying for your arrival. Now that you’re here-now that it’s you-he’s so glad he did. There’s a wild urge to spoil you rotten festering inside him. 

“Don’t argue,” he said quickly. You had jeered back from the plastic card like it was on fire. 

“I can’t pay you back,” you insisted. “I can’t accept this.” 

Soobin lifted his brows. “...Fine,” he relented. He leaned back, watching you watch him. Like a game of who will break first. “But you know you can’t leave the house in boxer shorts. Let alone my boxer shorts,” he said. 

You shrugged. “I guess I won’t leave the house,” you said. 

Cheeky, he thinks. “DIdn't you mention you enjoy fresh air and exercise?" he teased. "What if there’s an emergency?” he asked.

Leave it to you to have a rapid fire response. “I’ll call you.” 

Soobin leaned forward,his elbows on his knees. He can’t help but size you up. Wrapped in the fuzzy blankets, swallowed into the sectional cushions. “My office is twenty minutes away,” he retorted. 

“I’ll call the police,” you further jousted. 

“And then you’ll have to wait outside with strangers, regardless,” Soobin pointed out. “Don’t comment,” he stopped you when you opened your mouth. “Just. Take. It. You can give it right back when you’re done,” he promised. “I fully intended on taking you to the boutiques in Tribeca,” he added. “You’ve got more than enough allowance to do some shopping.” 

With a great deal of hesitiance, you accepted the card. “Fine,” you said. “Fine…” Your voice trailed off as though you had nothing to rebut. Triumphance swarmed Soobin’s head as he let you be. 

 A few minutes later, he heard your shrill shock. “Clothes are expensive, Soobin!” you exclaimed. “One pair of jeans is fifty dollars.” 

Soobin nodded with sympathy. “Yeah, I know. Get yourself a few pairs. Pretty sure you’ve got eight hundred to spend,” he informed you. 

Soobin would pay five times as much if it meant he could see that expression of outrage again.

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BEST FRIEND COMPLEX ─── 최범규

ˎˊ˗ IT'S HARD TO CONTAIN MYSELF WHEN MY BEST FRIEND'S CUTE, LITTLE PANTIES ARE PEEKING OUT FROM BENEATH HER SKIRT! Choi Beomgyu has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. And, for as long as he can remember, you have been a little tease!

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You really shouldn’t be making yourself so comfortable on his bed—especially not with your cute little skirt riding up to reveal your new, lacy panties. He knew that if you were aware of every single thought racing through his head, you’d sit right up and call him a pervert. You wouldn’t be sprawled out so openly across his sheets, feet bouncing lazily in the air, at least.

Beomgyu tells himself not to stare. He does every time you shift, every time his eyes catch on the soft, blue frill that made you look like a doll. It was too painful to look away. You look so sweet like this, evening light pooling from his window and sculpting your thighs so flawlessly. It was all just for him. That's what he wanted to think, though every stolen glance just made him feel guiltier.

“Beomgyu.”

Your voice cuts through the air like like a rusted blade, causing Beomgyu to feel as if he’d been caught in the act. You tell him that he should be present, to pull himself out of dreamland, but he can only focus on the hem of your skirt that was slowly inching higher.

“Gyu. You’re still not paying attention,” you whine, pouting when his answer comes too slowly. Beomgyu huffs out a weak laugh, his throat scratchy from holding his breath. How could he pay attention to your useless, one sided conversation when you looked like this?

“You’re red,” you hum, squinting at him. You sit up and take his face in your hands. His cheeks are hot under your fingers, his eyebrow twitching from your quick pinch. He wishes you knew, now, what you’re really doing to him.

It’s funny to you. Of course it is. To him, it’s torture. With how close you are now, you can feel the puff of air that leaves his nose in a particularly pained exhale. Your hands trail down his shoulders, a landing on his chest. “Why are you so quiet?”

The sudden grasp on your wrist makes you jump, his grip tighter than it should be. “Stop,” he croaks, voice strained. Nails bite into your skin, sharp and sudden. Surprising enough to make you squirm. He knows he should say something, anything. He should play it off, laugh like it was all a joke.

“Do you even know what you do to me?”

The words slip out before he can stop them. They embarrass him before he can even apologize for the rough grip and harsh tone. His heart pounds as the tension builds. It was a make or break moment for him, the flood of desire breaking through the walls he’d struggled to build this whole time.

Eyes flickering across his face, you calculate. Stepping back into your mind, you replay his words, remember his previous silence, trying to put the pieces together. His breath comes out shakily and your gaze drops, snagging on the tent in his jeans. You had been oblivious to it before, but now it was just… so obvious. Like it had been right in front of you this whole time. Which, it had.

Your throat goes dry, but the missing wetness begins to collect elsewhere. Had your fool of a best friend been thinking about you in such a naughty way this whole time? What did you do to him? A heavy fire burned slowly in the pit of your stomach. Now, you couldn’t look away.

It’s perverse, the way you’re thinking of him. It was disgusting to be having these thoughts about a friend. Shameless. However, you couldn’t seem to find a hint of guilt in your heart. You were only worrying about his little problem, wondering how long had he been sitting like this. Pent up in his cold bedroom with no near sign of release? You’d have to fix that.

Beomgyu’s touch still burned against your skin, chest rising and falling too fast. He was panicking, you could tell. He tried searching for a way to retreat, but under your eyes, he felt small. He felt dirty for being like this, so openly aroused over something minuscule. However, the second you looked up at him with those hazy eyes, he could sense it. You wanted him too.

The slow shift of your thighs was all he needed.

“You think I didn’t notice that?” he scoffs, eyes burning into you. “Dirty girl. Here I was, going to apologize for being such a creep, but you like it. You’re glad I’m having these fantasies about you. Maybe you should apologize to me, instead. Say sorry for being such a tease, hm?”

Was he serious? Just a moment ago, he looked like he could burst into tears. Now this?

“…What?”

The crack in your voice gave you away, but so did the heat creeping up your neck. He was right. You did like it. In fact, you reveled in it — knowing Beomgyu had been having these filthy thoughts about you all along.

“I said apologize.” His eyes were half lidded, grip tightening around your wrist. The continued claw of his nails made your brain feel foggy. “Get on your knees and make me believe it. Show me you’re sorry for being such a tease… even though we both know you’re not.”

“I wasn’t trying to tease you.”

Your voice comes out small, wavering, once again. It made you even more unreliable. Technically, you weren’t lying. You hadn’t meant to do any of this — sprawl out across his bed, let your skirt ride up like that. This time, nothing you’d done was intentional. But the way Beomgyu’s eyes bore into you now makes it impossible to explain yourself without sounding guilty. Especially when you may or may not have pulled stunts like this before.

His lips curl into a cocky smirk, your subtle arousal feeding his ego. “Not trying?” he echoes, voice soft but incredulous. His hand moves from your wrist to your thigh, thumb pressed deeply into the soft flesh. “Sweetheart, you’ve been showing off that cute, little cunt all night. Those panties do nothing. Don’t tell me you didn’t wear these just so I might see. I won’t ask you again. Apologize.”

He stands, patting your knee. His tone was sharp, way too pleased. “C’mon. On your knees.”

Part of you wanted to laugh in his face. This was Beomgyu. As cocky as ever, but still, you’ve never known him to get bitches. He never spoke of other girls, never told one-night-stand horror stories. Then again, maybe he was waiting for you this whole time. The other part that lingered on that thought wanted to obey, see how far he would take this. Because you knew, if you gave in now, there was no going back.

Hesitation took hold of your mind, trapping you in disbelief for an embarrassingly long time. You could almost see Beomgyu’s patience thinning. It took away any doubt you had about his seriousness. When you finally slide off of the side of the bed, he hums in approval. For whatever stupid reason, it sends a rush of heat straight to your pussy.

As soon as your knees touched the patchy, carpeted floor, Beomgyu’s fingers are in your hair. Pulling your head back with no doubt in himself, he looks down at you. He was waiting. Expectantly staring as if he hadn’t just told you to do, quite possible, the single most humiliating thing you’d ever done.

“Look at you,” his thumb presses against your mouth, coaxing your lips open just a little. “On your knees, just for me. Prettiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I’ll let you off easy, since you look so cute like this. Just say you’re sorry for teasing me, and I’ll give you want I know you want.”

An almost salty taste spreads across your tongue as the pad of his thumb slips past your lips. You sigh around his finger, embarrassment and neediness blending together into one complex emotion. What did you value more at this moment? Your pride or your desire?

“I’m sorry, Gyu. I’m sorry for teasing you.”

Your throat tightened around the words, wanting to reject him. You know he didn’t even care about the actual apology. He just wanted you to make a fool of yourself in front of him. Especially with you drooling these ridiculous words against his thumb.

“Are you sorry for being such a disgusting pervert, too? Are you sorry for getting so horny, just from seeing the outline of your friend’s cock?”

He was testing you. You knew that. Beomgyu wanted to see how much he could get away with. Fortunately enough for him, you could feel shame grow weaker against arousal. “I’m sorry for being a pervert,” you finally mutter, spitting it out in defeat. He simply laughs.

“What a good girl,” he coos, pulling his hand away and wiping his damp thumb on your shirt. “Listening so well. You must really know what’s best for you, huh? Such an angel. I’ll give you what you want. You know I will.”

His words worked against you in the best way possible. You could feel the slick collecting in your ruined panties, hear your own, desperate heartbeat. Something about his cockiness was so delicious. “Gyu…” you huff, looking up at him with pleading eyes. You were getting impatient, yourself.

“Oh,” he hums, his own hand ghosting over his bulge. “I didn't say you'd get it now, did I?” Beomgyu slowly palms himself, making slow circles over the thickness in his jeans. His cock strained against the rough fabric, friction causing his quiet grunts. “You can be patient for a little while, hm? I’ve been patient for a long time. Don’t you think I deserve this?”

The rub of your thighs was hardly enough to satisfy the pure ache in your dripping pussy. You should’ve known he would do this. You know him better than anyone, yet still expected him to please you before himself. Your own body reacted as he touched his, his eyes never leaving your flushed face.

“Beomgyu. Please,” you breathe, hands moving hastily towards his belt. He was taking it slow just to piss you off. He could see how needy you are and wanted to remember exactly how it felt for the rest of his life.

“Aw, desperate girl. Go ahead, baby. Since I’m feeling generous, you can suck my dick,” he purrs, ruffling your hair. This man just loved to piss you off. Nonetheless, desperation was a difficult call to ignore.

Jingling, his belt buckle hits the floor quickly, his pants following. You rub him through his damp boxers, sticky tip making a mess in his nice clothes. “Gyu. Making a mess.” You tilt your head, pulling the elastic band down towards his thigh.

His thick cock hung heavy. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined it before. Of course, it was much better in person. Soft, fleshy tip. Pretty veins wrapping his shaft like a gift. It all made you way too light headed. He shifted forward, moving a hand to the back of your head.

“Go on. Don’t keep me waiting.”

When his fat tip finally hit your tongue, you felt a slight sense of relief. The satisfaction of at least having one of your holes full was enough to satiate you, even just for a moment. When your lips finally wrapped all the away around his burning length, he let out a groan that felt like its own reward.

“So good. I know you can do it well, you’re such a fucking slut. Fuck, take it,” he tells you, pushing his hips forward. You choke around him as he hits the back of your throat, the intrusion expected, but still somehow surprising. Beomgyu moans, heavily pleased as you gag around him. He tilts his head back, holding you in place for a moment.

The burn causes tears to prick in your eyes, hands planted firmly against his thighs. “Fucking drool around my cock. Holy shit…”

When he finally pulls you off, he barely gives you a second to breathe before he’s guiding you forward again. Your coughing only fuels his eagerness. “Don’t waste my time. C’mon.” Once he finds his way back into your mouth, he allows you to set the pace.

Your tongue drags against the underside of his shaft, following a vein up to his tip. His thigh twitches and his eyes squeeze shut. In that moment, it was clear that he was totally inexperienced. A big talker with nothing to back him up.

The second you add a little pressure, the insides of your cheeks brushing against his tip, he’s cumming. “Ohhh, fuck, I’m….”

Thick, sticky ropes coat your throat, the sheer amount making you gag once more. He keeps your head in place, fingers gripping the roots of your hair harshly as he empties himself. Though you were swallowing as much as you could, the tiniest bit still dribbled past your lips.

Pulling away, he takes a deep breath. “Well. Goodnight, Yn.”

Your eyebrows furrow immediately, looking up at him incredulously as you lick your lips. “Are you kidding me?” You scoff as he crawls into bed, pulling his covers over himself. “Fuck you!”

“Maybe tomorrow. Turn off the light on your way out.”

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