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just so y’all know we are not dead lol, just disappeared for a few weeks 😍 but 1/2 of us is back and ready to write some good ass (i hope) fics so yeah stay tuned
- padfoot <3
works in progress:
• married - kang taehyun
synopsis: you finally get to experience what you've always wanted as you finally get intimate with your beloved husband Kang Taehyun on your wedding night.
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(also gonna make a master list soon so it’s easier to navigate through our profile)
my pretty boy - c.s.b.
- written by padfoot ♡ (3.6k words)
warnings: subvirgin!soobin x dom!reader, slight fluff, reader is afab, handjob, brief mentions of hentai, soobin is titty drunk, praising, unprotected sex (practice safe sex ya'll), reader lowkey had corruption kink, unestablished relationship, college au
synopsis: soobin, the shy, quiet, anime kid who never seems to make an impression suddenly catches his crush Y/n, the popular girl's attention.
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Choi Soobin, infamous for being the shy, quiet, anime kid at the back of the classroom who's always observing instead of speaking, and something he has observed quite a lot recently is Y/ln Y/n.
He would be lying if he said he didn't find Y/n pretty, I mean who wouldn't find her attractive? Anyone with eyes would know that Y/ln Y/n was very beautiful, hence her being one of the most popular girls in uni.
Every guy wanted her, but only a few she actually found worthy of her time. She typically went for guys like Kang Taehyun and nothing less.
Kang Taehyun was your typical college jock who was extremely attractive and popular amongst all the college girls. He could get anyone he wanted and he chose to go for Y/n.
Great. He chose to go for Soobin's crush since his freshman year of high school, just splendid.
He was convinced he had absolutely no chance to be with Y/n with guys like Taehyun as his competition. He knew he lacked compared to him and he had learned to accept it, but that doesn't mean it hurt any less.
There he was, sitting in his usual spot all the way in the back of the class, seeing the same scene unfold in front of him for the hundredth time by now, Taehyun whispering something in your ear that makes you erupt in a fit of giggles. Soobin rolled his eyes in annoyance and went back to typing in his computer, silently hoping that one day that could be him making you laugh.
What Soobin didn't know was how badly you also wanted him. How you wanted to see his pretty fucked out face, and him begging you to touch him. His eyes glisten with desire and pure lust as you proceed to ruin him, oh how it drove you crazy to think of him like that. His sensitive body squirming under your touch, you were absolutely down bad for Choi Soobin and he was down bad for you.
teenage dirtbag - c.b.g
- written by moony <3
warnings: smut, softdom!beomgyu x sub!reader, virgin reader, experienced gyu, reader and beomgyu are at senior year of high school (both are 18), the reader is afab, mention of knife kink and choking kink, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex y’all), dumbification, mentions of blood, mentions of fighting, mentions of bruises, smoking, hair pulling, mention of face sitting, and manhandling (please lmk if i missed anything).
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“You’re staring at him again.”
You snap out of your train of thought, turning to look at your best friend, “Hm?”
She sighs, “You’re staring at Beomgyu again. I’ve already told you, y/n, he’s a bad influence.”
“I'm not staring at him.”
“Yeah right.” She closes her books and stands up from her chair, starting to pack up her things inside her backpack, “Y/n, you have to understand.. just look at him! he urgently needs a haircut, his shoes are always dirty, he gets into fights, he’s tattooed, he’s got piercings... he’s rumored to carry a knife around with him. He's literally emo.”
You start to stand up as well, detaching your eyes from the boy and picking up your stuff, “I said I don’t like him.”
Your friend just rolled her eyes and swung her backpack onto one shoulder, “I just don’t think you should be wasting time on a guy like him. Besides, he probably doesn’t even know you exist. I have chem. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She walked out of the classroom, and you walked to your next class, history. You took your usual spot at the back of the classroom and sat down, taking out your notebook and history book. Although you can barely hear the teacher if you don’t sit at the back you feel like everyone is watching your every move and that makes you very anxious.
“Everyone please take your seats,” the teacher spoke, “we’ll be starting a new project about the Russian Revolution. In this project, I’ve paired you guys up into pairs and you’ll be choosing an important character to make a presentation on. This is due next week, so please don’t waste any time. The pairs are listed up here,” she pointed to a sheet of paper pasted on the board.
Everyone started to stand up and walk towards the board, so you decided to stay back for a while until everyone had left. Beomgyu shared history class with you and stayed back as well, however, you are a thousand percent sure that he didn’t even know what was going on and was watching an anime (or even porn) in the other back corner of the classroom.
After everyone started to sit down, you finally decided to get up and go check the list. No one had approached you yet to tell you that they were your partner, so you just assumed that your partner was absent.
it didn't take long for you to find your name, however, your partner…
Y/l/n Y/n - Choi Beomgyu
Well fuck.
This wasn't going to be a partner project, you’re 99% sure you’re going to have to make and present the whole presentation by yourself, which makes you cringe at the thought. You can’t explain a whole presentation by yourself!
You hesitantly make your way to Beomgyu’s desk, still trying to form any phrase inside your head. You reached his desk… nothing.
He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow. His bangs were covering most of his eyes but you were still able to notice the gesture.
“Um... Beomgyu? My name’s-”
“I know who you are,” he said taking you by surprise. He paused on the anime he was watching and closed his computer to give you his full attention, “You’re y/n. Can I help you with something? or…?”
“Oh… um, yes.. actually... y’know, t-the teacher paired both us up to make a presentation.. about an important character from t-the Russian Revolution-n.”
Beomgyu lets out an amused smile, “I don’t bite y’know. relax.”
Your cheeks go flushed red, “I-i..”
He checks his watch, stands up from his chair, and starts packing his laptop inside his bag, “Come over to my house today to work on the project. six works for me. I have something to attend to right now so I have to go, but I’ll text you my location.”
He grabs his backpack and sends you a wink, heading out of the classroom.
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Time skip - 6:17 p.m.
You ring on his apartment door, waiting around 5 minutes until you hear shuffling from the other side and you’re greeted by Beomgyu.
“Well, you’re early..” Beomgyu starts, letting you in. You walk inside, expecting the whole place to be in ruins, But it's not that bad. Some 'My Chemical Romance' and 'Green Day' posters here and there, many guitars aligned against the wall, and some clothes scattered around, but overall pretty well maintained.
“Oh, um... I thought you told me to get here at six..? I’m around 15 minutes late, even.” You tell him as you followed him down towards the sofa in the living room and sit down, dropping your backpack beside you.
Beomgyu just ignores your comment and says, “Let me just get my stuff from my room and I’ll be right back at you.” He walks down the hallway and disappears, however reappearing after a couple of minutes with his backpack.
He sits down beside you and leans down to take out his laptop and history book. He brushes away his bangs from his eyes, “Okay, so I don’t-“
“Oh my god what happened to you?!” you shriek, what Beomgyu didn’t notice was that when he brushed his bangs away he revealed his prominent black eye. it was incredibly swollen and purple. you unconsciously get closer to touch around the area, “did you already apply ice?!”
“Um... no.” He smiles sheepishly.
“Where is your first aid kit?” you ask him, starting to stand up.
Beomgyu stands up with you, “I can deal with it by myself-”
“That wasn’t my question,” you reply boldly.
His eyes go wide, however, he simply says, “The cupboard on top of the toilet inside the guest's bathroom. The bathroom is down the hallway, second door to your left.”
You start making your way to the hallway but turn back at him, “You go to the kitchen and get ice inside a bag and a glass of water, I’ll go for the kit,” you don’t even let him respond and go find the bathroom.
You come back to the living room with the first aid kit to find Beomgyu already applying the ice bag to his eye.
“Wait! You’re supposed to put the cream first, then the ice pack.” You sit down beside him and open the first aid kit, pulling out some painkillers and arnica, “here, take a painkiller and put on the arnica after.”
He pops down the painkiller with the glass of water, grabs a ton of arnica, and starts to harshly rub his eye which would probably make his eye worse.
“You’re not applying it correctly,” you state.
He lets out a sigh, bunches up the end of his shirt, and uses it to take off the cream from his eye, accidentally exposing a part of his bare stomach. He tosses the cream to your hands, “Fine then. you apply it.”
You hesitate a little and try to position your arm to be able to apply it.
Unexpectedly, Beomgyu takes hold of your hips and lifts you to sit on his lap, straddling him. This takes you aback causing you to let out a shriek and making your face completely warm up.
“Better?” Beomgyu asks, his hands not leaving your waist.
You just nod and try to focus on anything but him, which is complicated when you’re on top of him and trying to heal the wound on his face.
You take a small amount of the cream and start to gently tap and massage the swollen area, losing your train of thought. You admire his facial features; his smooth and pale skin, the mole beside his lips, his lips…
“You’re staring at me,” he says with an amused smile, making you snap out of it.
“N-no I’m not,” you mutter under your breath, just now noticing you started to apply the cream besides where you were supposed to be applying it.
“Yes you are, you were looking at me the way you do in class just now..” Your eyes widen and he just smirks. You look down to avoid his gaze and pick up the first aid kit again.
“What happened to you?” you ask, trying to change the conversation, which he falls for.
“Oh! I got into a fight,” he states as if nothing.
You widen your eyes, “d-did you get hurt anywhere else?!”
“Um..” he slowly starts nodding, “Yeah, I got slashed on my left arm.”
He was wearing a long-sleeved ‘Guns n’ Roses’ shirt, so you couldn’t see anything.
“Oh, um.. do you mind..? Y’know, rolling up your sleeve?” you ask. He rolls it up but you can’t see anything, “There’s no wound.”
“Yeah there is, though you can't see it 'cause it’s up here,” he points to where his biceps are.
“Well, do you mind rolling it up a little higher… please?”
“Can’t. It’s rolled up at its highest.”
“Okay, then… do you mind changing to a tank top or something?”
“Don’t own any.” he shrugs.
Huh?
“What do you mean you don’t have any? Wha-what about a short-sleeved shirt?”
“I don't use any,” he replies, “the only thing I could do would be take my shirt off.”
Your eyes enlarge and your neck is completely red.
“W-what?”
His hands start tugging on the hem of his shirt and start taking it off. You cover your eyes from the sight.
“You need to look if you’re going to heal it, y’know,” he replied.
You slowly peel your hands off your eyes and try not to focus on anything but his arm, however, you can’t help admiring his lanky and skinny figure in the corner of your eye.
You examined the wound, “So, with the looks of it, i-it’s not that deep to require stitches, h-however I will need to put on a gauze and disinfect it.”
Meanwhile, his left arm was being examined by you, his right hand started to wander off to your thigh, which immediately made you sit up straight; his hand going higher and higher, up your skirt.
You try to ignore him as you clean the dried blood that surrounded the cut, but you can't help feeling yourself getting wet.
“Was the o-other guy j-just as wounded as you?” you ask trying to ignore his hand.
“Oh, the man compared to me is like, 17 times worse,” he stated as if it were the most common thing in the world.
“W-what did you use… on him..?” you ask out of curiosity.
“A knife.”
You stop in your tracks, wide-eyed.
“Wanna see it?”
He didn’t even let you respond when he removed his hand from your thigh to dig inside his front pocket and take out a folded red pocket knife and unfolded it out to show it to you. You guess he had already cleaned it since there was no blood left on the blade.
“O-oh,” you stutter out, and he merely smirks.
With the same hand he’s holding the knife, he takes hold of your jaw with the blade slightly pressed against your skin and pulled you in to whisper in your ear, “I know your dirty little secret.”
You were barely able to keep your moan back down, “I-i don’t k-know what you’re- talking about.”
He lets out a laugh, “Oh sweetheart, of course you know what I’m talking about.” he lets go of your jaw, reaching down to his backpack and taking out one of your notebooks that had been missing for over a month.
Your pupils dilate and try snatching the notebook from Beomgyu.
“Oh no honey, that’s not happening,” with one hand he grabs both of yours and with the other one he’s grabbing the notebook.
He lays it beside both of you and opens it with one hand, flipping through the filthiest drawings filling every inch of the notebook’s pages.
“I found this notebook lying on the floor, just right in front of your locker,” he starts speaking, his eyes not leaving the book and his hand still flipping through the pages, “the moment I opened it, the thought of you drawing all of this left my mind.. because how could such a shy and innocent girl draw, or even think, about all of these filthy drawings? I saw choking, reverse cowgirl in front of a mirror… but what caught my eye was that this man that is doing all of these things to you has my physical traits.”
He stops flipping the pages to the reverse cowgirl drawing, “See that shag of hair leaning on your shoulder? That looks a lot like my hair. It's got the wolf cut and everything.”
He flips three more pages to the girl being choked by a man, “Here? This girl is obviously you; although the face is being cut out, she’s got the same hair length, same necklace… then the hand wrapped around her neck has the same safety pin tattoo I have on my middle finger.. see?” he said pointing to all of these characteristics.
You were in utter shock. You didn’t know what to say or what to do. Your face was completely red and your heart beating incredibly fast… somehow what was happening right now is making you wetter and wetter with every passing second.
“Here I’ve also noticed you’ve got a thing for knives,” he continues talking, “I saw one that would be pointed against your chin, or angled sideways on your throat, I even saw one where the handle was being fucked into you… but the one that caught my attention the most..”
He remained quiet for a short period, flipping and examining pages, trying to find that one drawing.
He finally stopped to a drawing of a pair of thighs pressed together, with one of them having written three different letters with little blotches of blood, “Those are my initials. And right below the drawing says ‘fuck me’.”
‘c.b.g.’
“And now, you may be wondering, how do I know for certain that it’s yours?” by now he’s grinning like a maniac and let go of your hands, only to grip your neck to bring you closer, “you signed all these drawings with the same signature that you used to sign the yearbook.”
He closes the notebook and lifts you off of his lap to sit beside him. He stood up and got on his knees in front of you to be on the same level, “Say the word baby, and I’ll make those two words come true… fuck you so well you’ll only remember my name.”
Your thoughts were all over the place, so drunk by his words that you were only able to nod.
He wasn’t satisfied with your answer, so he took hold of your thigh and chin, making you look at him, “I need you to say it, y/n. You need to vocalize it... please.”
“Y-yes..” you were able to stutter out, which seemed enough to Beomgyu. He pulled you by your legs to the edge of the couch and pulled your face down to smash your lips together.
Beomgyu massaged your bottom lip with his own, his tongue entering your mouth soon after. Your hands found his shoulder blades and went to the back of his neck, gently tugging on the ends of his hair. His lips started traveling down your chin to your jaw and around your neck, sucking on your skin, and leaving red blotches and bruises behind.
His hands started traveling up to your thighs and wrapped your legs around his torso, standing up and carrying you around the couch and to the hallway. You couldn't see much of what was happening, since you were distracted kissing and sucking around his neck until you heard a door opening and closing. A few steps later you were being laid down on top of a mattress with Beomgyu's body between your legs, connecting his lips with yours.
This kiss was softer, not as passionate and harsh as the ones before. he started kissing down again, now tugging down on your shirt so he can kiss your collarbones.
He looked up at you with siren eyes, not letting go of your shirt, "is it okay if I take this off?"
You nodded shyly and looked away, but Beomgyu wasn't having it and took hold of your jaw to make you look at him, "whenever I ask you something, I expect a verbal answer."
"Yes," you muttered shyly, guiding Beomgyu's hands up along with your shirt still being gripped by him. You let go of his hands right before uncovering your chest, so he ends up doing it himself, leaving you in your white bra.
He tossed your shirt to the side and his hand immediately attached to your waist while the other fondled one of your breasts.
"Are you a virgin?" he asks in all seriousness. He slowed his hand movements while waiting for your answer.
You avoided his gaze by looking to the side. You felt his hand leave your breast, only feeling it caressing your cheek softly. You turned to look at him and he gave you a soft smile.
"I'm okay whether you're a virgin or not. I just need to know so I don't go too far with you if it's your first time," he explained, brushing the strands of hair away from your face.
You tightened your lips and nodded, but you remembered what Beomgyu had said to you before, "I-i am."
"And are you sure you want me to be the one that takes it away?"
"I'm sure," you mutter, barely even audible, but Beomgyu caught the memo.
He planted a kiss on your cheek and slightly lifted himself up, "would you rather keep this on?" he asked while pulling and letting the straps of your bra go, causing a small slap sound that emitted from the contact and making you slightly wince.
"yes please.." you responded airily. Beomgyu just gave a small nod and started crawling down until he was face to face with your clothed core.
"Is it okay if I take off your skirt and underwear sweetheart?" he asked while looking up at you. You nodded, biting your lip lightly.
After leaving you completely naked and sprawled on the bed, he wrapped his arms around your thighs while giving them butterfly kisses, down until he reached your core. He started to circle around your hole with his tongue, making you leave out a sigh. His tongue came up to lick around your clit until finally attaching his lips to the bud and gently sucking on it.
"oh..." you whined lowly, your hands making their way to Beomgyu's hair and gently tugging on it. You could feel the smirk on his lips while he continued massaging the little bundle of nerves.
You'd let out some breathy moans here and there, only feeding Beomgyu's ego.
"Fuck Gyu..." you moaned out when you felt one of his fingers rubbing your slit, finally plunging it in with slow in-and-out movements.
"Fuck!" your grip on his hair tighter, your toes curling a little. Your moans started getting louder and louder. Beomgyu felt your orgasm getting close, so he added another finger to prep you better for his dick.
"Beomgyu- ngh..." At this point you were already grinding your hips on his face, feeling the knot on your stomach getting tighter.
"Shit Gyu I-i think-k-" You weren't even able to finish your sentence when your first orgasm of the night washes over you hard.
He helped you ride out your high and detached his mouth and fingers from your core, both lips and chin glistening with your cum. He brings his two digits over to his lips and sucked them clean.
Beomgyu stood up from the bed, getting rid of both his belt and jeans, and when he finally got rid of his boxers, his dick sprang out and slapped against his stomach to which he let out a low groan.
He climbed onto the bed again and took his place between your legs. One of his hands was holding him up with his hand beside your head while the other one lined up his cock against your entrance, teasing your folds.
"Are you sure you want me to-"
"F-fuck! Beomgyu, please put it in already.." you moaned out, grabbing his face and bringing it down to kiss his plush lips. When he pulled away from you he said, "It's gonna hurt at first, okay? We can stop whenever you need me to, just let me know."
You nodded, feeling how the tip started entering your pussy, little by little until he bottomed out.
You weren't going to lie at this point. It hurt badly. Beomgyu stayed still while kissing your neck, letting you get used to his side.
"Y-you may move now. B-but can you p-please go slowly first?" you mumbled. Beomgyu peeled his head from your neck and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, then on your nose, and finally on your lips.
He started thrusting in and out slowly, at the perfect rhythm for you to get used to him.
"Shit y/n, you're so tight..." he gritted out from clenched teeth, making the biggest effort to not lose control by not even letting you adjust to his length.
"C-could you please go faster?" you asked softly.
He didn't even have to be told twice, he started speeding up his pace, increasing it by every ten seconds that passed by. The pain started to subside and be overpowered by the immense pleasure you were feeling.
Your moans started getting louder and louder and Beomgyu let out pretty groans and leave gentle kisses on your jawline while you hugged him close.
Beomgyu sat up straight on his knees, grabbing a hold of your legs and folding them over your chest, hitting deeper down your cunt.
"Fuck- y/n, you're doing so good f'me. My pretty girl taking my dick so well," Beomgyu kept on rambling pure dirty talk trying to get you closer to your high.
His left hand came down to start rubbing circles on your clit, making you arch your back and press your chest against him, "O-oh fuck Beom... Beomgyu-"
Your orgasm hit you hard, unconsciously making you clench around Beomgyu and getting him into a chokehold, "Shit princess- where do you want it?"
"S-stomach."
He pulled out of your weeping hole and finished off on your stomach, painting it and your thighs with his pretty cum. He collapsed beside you and hugged you close.
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Time skip - 10:28
You woke up startled, not knowing where you are. You had nothing but an old 'Rolling Stone' t-shirt. It took a few seconds for your memory to come back, which slightly calmed you down.
It was only you on the bed, so you assumed that Beomgyu had left to take a shower, but you quickly realized you were wrong when you spotted him shirtless beside the open window with a cigarette between his fingers, puffing smoke out from his lips.
You got up from the bed and made your way to Beomgyu and sat down beside him, "didn't you say you didn't have any t-shirts and long-sleeved shirts only?"
He turned to look at you with a smile and burst out laughing, "You actually believed it?!"
He kept on laughing, making you shake your head at him with an amused smile, lightly whipping his shoulder, "Then why did you say you didn't have any?!"
After he calmed down he said, "I dunno, I just wanted to see what you'd say, or how you'd react."
You both sat in comfortable silence, admiring the view from his window. He finished his cigarette and put it out on the ashtray, opening the cigarette box and grabbing a new one. He left the box by his side to grab his lighter, so you grabbed the box and examined it.
"Smoking is gonna kill you one day, y'know," you said, leaving the box down where it was.
He just shrugged his shoulders and let out another puff of smoke, however, ended up putting out his halfway-smoked cigarette, standing up, and offering his hand to you, "C'mon, let's go back to bed."
You took his hand, allowing him to drag you and lie you down on his bed and lie on top of you. His hands snaked around your waist and he rested his chin on your chest to look up at you.
"Can I tell you something?" you mumbled under your breath, barely comprehensible.
Beomgyu seemed to understand what you said and responded with, "Anything."
You looked away to the side out of embarrassment, yet you felt his hand caressing your cheek in a comforting manner.
You turned to look at him, "I-i thought it was going to hurt more, y'know, doing it... and I was also kind of scared t-that you'd recreate those drawings today."
He closed his eyes a little, "that's why I asked if you were a virgin or not. We don't have to make anything serious out of this if you don't want to. I could even ask the teacher to assign us different partners and never talk to you again if you'd like although I'd really hate-"
You pressed a finger against his lips, shushing them, "I'd love for there to be a next time... if it's with you."
He smirked and slightly raised himself from where he was laying on top of you and reached his arm to his bedside table, grabbing the notebook and opening it, flipping the pages.
"What if we recreate these little drawings of you and start with this one next time?"
You turned to look at the notebook, your eyes going wide as you process the drawing of a naked girl sitting on a guy's face.
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A/N: hiii! so, this isn't the first post from this account, however, it is the first time i post! if you notice any spelling mistakes or anything please lmk! requests are open if y'all have any!! if you liked this post please reblog and like <3
secret affair - c.y.j.
- written by padfoot ♡
warnings: smut, yeonjun oneshot, idol!yeonjun au, established relationship, switch!yeonjun x switch!reader, reader is afab, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex y’all), light degrading, praising, (please lmk if i missed anything).
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"Y/n, you're on in 15 minutes!" yelled your manager into your dressing room.
You were scheduled to film another weekly episode of Music Bank alongside the famous idol Choi Yeonjun of TXT, who also happened to be your secret boyfriend.
No one knew or suspected anything about you and your co-star being potential lovers, and it came with many pros and cons. Being able to enjoy privacy is one advantage, but hardly being able to spend time alone together is a big disadvantage and frankly, you were sick of it. You wanted to be able to see and spend time with your boyfriend and today you were determined to make it happen.
Right as you were about to reach for the doorknob the door flew open, it was none other than Yeonjun himself.
Even though he has been your boyfriend for some time now, you can still feel your heart thump loudly against your chest at his insane beauty, how can a man be so flawlessly perfect? I genuinely do not know.
"Hey, we are on in 5 minutes and I just wanted to stop by n' see how you were doing," said Yeonjun with an adorable smile, contrasting greatly with the hot-ass outfit he was wearing.
Before you could respond, he engulfed you in a comforting hug, which you obviously gave into.
You missed how his hugs felt, the warmness and comfort they emitted were too good to be true, and as a matter of fact, it had been a long time since you were able to experience any sort of physical contact with him so naturally you wanted more.
You wanted to feel his hands on every part of your body, caressing every imperfection as if it was perfect; as if it was perfect to him. You wanted to feel the fiery passion in your stomach for every movement and action he made. You just wanted him.
Yeonjun pulled away, making you internally whine at the loss of touch. He looked down at you, immediately catching on to what you were thinking, and let out a small laugh.
"Don't worry Y/n, after the shoot I promise I'll be all yours," said Yeonjun, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead and making his way back towards the door, closing it shut.
Fuck, I hope this stupid shoot goes by fast.
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"And... CUT! That was a good show, good job everyone!" yelled one of the producers of Music Bank.
The filming crew all loudly cheered and clapped at the filming going just as planned. A few of them came up to you and Yeonjun to compliment you guys for your amazing on-screen chemistry, some even going as far as to call you "The best MC's Music Bank had ever had."
You both laughed at the exaggerated praise from part of the production crew, thinking it was adorable the way their compliments just kept pouring out.
After the complimenting finally stopped you made my way into your dressing room to change into something more comfortable to get home.
Once you were able to get your hair and makeup off, you went to the parking lot, where yours and Yeonjun's manager had a van prepared to take Yeonjun and you back to the apartment building Hybe had assigned for the both of you to live in.
Before getting into the van you could already see a familiar head of black hair in the back seat waiting patiently for the van to depart from the parking lot. You smiled and made your way toward Yeonjun and nonchalantly sat on the empty seat next to him.
As you were sitting down, you could see the way his eyes looked you up and down, checking you out and then giving you a slight smirk, to which you responded with a cheeky wink.
The van finally started moving out of the parking lot. You look over to see Yeonjun staring out the window quietly, You grin at yourself and start placing your hand innocently on his thigh. Yeonjun doesn't react at first but then jolts forward when he feels your hand slowly creeping upwards, giving away the obvious neediness in your actions.
He turns to look at you, just to find your eyes glued to some random post on Instagram. He can tell that you're up to something, and it pisses him off that he can't get himself to stop what you're doing. He's just as desperate for it as you are, and he hates it.
You try your hardest to ignore your boyfriend's suspicious stare and notice that despite everything, he hasn't done anything to stop you.
Yeonjun finally turns back to the window, silently begging for you to at least do something to help with the tension that's building up inside his sweatpants.
As if you had read his mind, you placed your hand on top of his bulge, pressing down to create a bit of friction. Yeonjun sighed at the feeling that he missed so very much.
He forgot how good it felt to be touched by you, something that his own hand could never replicate.
You started slowly pumping your hand against his clothed crotch. Yeonjun spread his legs further to give you easier access and placed his head on your shoulder.
Yeonjun's breathing started getting heavier and his whines also got louder. Due to his head being right next to your ear, you could perfectly hear every beautiful sound that came out of his precious lips.
You could feel Yeonjun's hips start to subtly twitch at your movements, prompting you to completely halt and remove your hand from his crotch.
"Wha- Why?! It felt so good why did you stop," asked Yeonjun in a sad pouty voice.
You giggled at his whining, finding it absolutely adorable how much he wanted you.
"Because we're already here dummy," you said with an amused grin. He looked out the window to see the familiar apartment building in which you both lived.
He turned to look at you with a devious smirk plastered on his face, "Good timing then, because we're gonna have one long night tonight,"
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As you are both impatiently walking down the hallway, Yeonjun drags you quickly behind him, making his way toward your apartment since the rest of his members would likely be watching a movie or playing games in his apartment.
Once he got to your apartment door, he wasted no time pushing you against the wooden door, aggressively placing his soft lips on yours. Yeonjun's hands went from your face, all the way down to your waist and back, making sure to touch and caress every single part of your body in just the way you liked it.
Your hands made their way to the back of his neck, gently tugging on his hair, causing Yeonjun to let out a breathy moan that made your knees weak and your underwear soaked.
Yeonjun directed his lips down onto your jawline and neck, sucking harshly on the soft skin, leaving behind dark reddish hickeys all over, making you throw your head back, moaning at the overwhelming feeling of his warm breath and plump lips on your sensitive skin.
Without breaking contact, Yeonjun opens the door using the spare key you had given him and placed his lips smoothly right back onto yours.
Yeonjun guided you towards your couch, where he gently set you down under him. You tugged on his shirt, indicating that you wanted him to take it off but he shook his head, ignoring your requests. He swiftly peeled his lips off of yours and stood up with a smirk.
"After the little stunt you pulled in the van, you didn't think I'll let it slide that easily did you?" said Yeonjun with his voice full of arrogance and intimidation. You couldn't lie, he was extremely hot when he was intimidating, and because of it, you found yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.
"Don't just stare at me stupidly, what are you waiting for? Undress."
You wasted no time in following through with his orders, taking off your jeans and tank top, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You felt a little shy at the state of vulnerability you were currently in and tried to cover up a little using your arms.
"You don't have to be shy, you know I find every part of you more than perfect," said Yeonjun reassuringly. You slowly let yourself go and felt comfortable being in this state around Yeonjun, he made you feel safe.
Yeonjun went down to connect your lips once again but this time, it was sloppier and more desperate than before. Both of you could feel the raging sexual tension that bounced off the four walls of your living room, and you couldn't stand waiting any longer. You wanted it all and you wanted it now.
You started to feel Yeonjun's hand ever so slowly making its way from your waist to the hem of your underwear, gently tugging on it.
“May I?” Asked Yeonjun in a alluring whisper. You nodded your head impatiently. “Darling, you’re gonna have to use your words for me. Can you do that?” He asked sweetly.
“Shit, yes, yes, please, YES!” You replied loudly. Yeonjun wasted no time in following through with what you wanted. He briefly lifted your hips to take the thin article of clothing completely off, exposing everything. Once it was off, he impatiently threw it somewhere in the room, happy to not have to worry about it blocking his view anymore.
Yeonjun immediately placed his middle and ring finger onto your clit, drawing slow, torturous circles on it. You audibly gasped and threw your head back at the sudden wave of pleasure that went through your body.
Yeonjun sped up the movement of his fingers and you found yourself practically almost screaming at the sensations that were rushing through your body.
“That’s it, let this whole fucking building know how good of a slut you are for my fingers,” said Yeonjun in a low, raspy whisper.
You began to feel the tight knot in your stomach, indicating your upcoming orgasm. You squirmed and bucked your hips under his sinful touch. There was nothing more addictive that Choi Yeonjun himself, the way he fucks you is like a prohibited drug, only enticing you to want it more and more.
“Oh fuck! Yeonjun, I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out in an almost pornographic way, making it really hard for Yeonjun to ignore his own arousal with you screaming his name out like that.
Right as you felt you were so close to seeing the stars, he stopped his movements entirely. You opened your eyes in shock, confused at why he would do such a cruel thing towards you.
“What the fuck?! I was so close, why would you do that?!” You said in a frustrated pant. Yeonjun ignored your question and stood back up, leaving you dumbfounded.
He then directed his gaze to his right hand that was previously responsible for the immense pleasure it was giving you. He turned to look directly into your stare, eyes glistening with pure lust. He placed his middle and ring finger right in his pretty plump lips, sucking them clean. It was such a filthy sight to see, but it only turned you on more.
“On your knees.” He said coldly while sitting down on the couch.
You quickly did what he instructed, and waited patiently for him to take off his sweatpants and boxers.
Yeonjun took off his pants in a rush, just wanting to relieve the unbearable tension that was going on inside his grey sweatpants. He was finally able to get all the disturbing articles of clothing off his lower body and threw them somewhere in the room where the rest of your undergarments also lay.
Once he had nothing on, Yeonjun let out a sigh of relief and threw his head back at his hardened dick finally being let out of those suffocating pants. Your eyes widened at the sight of Yeonjun's bare body. Although you had seen it plenty of times before, it still never failed to amaze you how it seemed that he was carved by the gods above.
His slender body, his soft-toned abs, his beautiful pale skin, his long black hair, everything about him was so perfect to you, and the best part of it all is that he was all yours. Only you had the privilege to see him in this state and oh how you loved that so very much.
"y/n please do something, please touch me, I need it... I need you." He whimpered desperately, his pretty lips forming into an impatient pout and his eyes glossing with desperation and neediness. How could you say no to him, he looked too beautiful like this, begging you to touch him.
You lowered your head towards his leaking tip. Yeonjun grabbed your hair to keep it from blocking your beautiful face as you suck him off. He has always thought you look drop-dead gorgeous, but something about having you all to him, sucking him off obediently, drove him more than crazy. You were everything he has ever wanted, and he couldn't be happier knowing you were all his and he was all yours.
You started moving your head at a steady pace, trying to fit in as much as you can without choking. You used your hand to stroke what your mouth couldn't reach. Yeonjun contained himself from thrusting into your mouth, not wanting to hurt you.
"Oh fuck y/n-" He moaned out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and his mouth gaping open. He continued softly whimpering and moaning out your name, cursing every now and then.
Yeonjun's hips stuttered, and you could tell he was close to his orgasm as his whines got louder and louder, you were sure the whole building could hear his pretty moans by now.
"Shit y/n don't stop. Please don't stop, I'm so close!" Yeonjun pleaded desperately, trying to finally reach his high after being teased for so long.
You suddenly remembered what he did to you a couple of minutes beforehand and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. You halted your movements and pulled away from his body. Yeonjun's eyes snapped open in disbelief.
"y/n?! What the fuck?! It felt so good, I was so close!" said Yeonjun in a sad frustrated voice. You didn't reply, you just simply looked at him with a cheeky smirk.
"Fine! If you won't stop edging me, I'll do it myself!" said Yeonjun. Not wanting to waste any time with your teasing, he moved his hand to place it on his dick. Before he could start stroking himself, you stopped him, pinning his wrists above his head.
"If you keep acting like this, I will have no problem tying you to this couch and giving you nothing for the rest of the night. It's up to you love, do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave?" you said sternly, inches away from his face. Yeonjun looked up at you with big, shiny lustful eyes that easily could hold the whole galaxy in them.
"No! I'm sorry, please fuck me!" He pleaded, and that was enough for you to climb on top of him, straddling him. You grabbed his dick and slowly lowered your hips onto him earning a moan from both of you.
Once you got accustomed to the burning stretch, you slowly started rolling your hips until you got to a steady pace. Yeonjun sloppily reached to unclasp your bra with one hand, getting it off easily and immediately reaching to grab one with his mouth. You moaned loudly at the feeling of finally having him all for you after being sexually deprived for too long.
"Fuck Yeonjun, you feel so fucking good!" You practically yelled out. Yeonjun only managed to let out a whimper in response, not being able to form coherent sentences or think straight due to the immense pleasure he was experiencing. He then started rocking his own hips to your rhythm, making his thrusts deeper and hitting all your sweet spots perfectly.
"Y-Y/n, I'm so c-clo-" Yeonjun's sentence got interrupted by his own loud moan.
His hips started frantically shaking, his jaw fell in a silent scream, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breathing and whimpering got louder to the point where he was practically screaming out of pleasure.
You weren't far behind, you could also feel your own strong orgasm about to take over your body anytime now.
"S-shit, me too," you moaned out, feeling your orgasm flood your body. Your hips stuttered and you swore you could see stars. Your moans increased in volume, your eyes closed shut and your mouth gaped open.
Yeonjun pulled out and released all over your stomach and tits, decorating them with his warm, white cum.
While you were coming back down to Earth after that much-needed session, you opened your eyes to a completely fucked out Yeonjun, a sight that was too pretty to comprehend. His disheveled black hair stuck to the sweat of his forehead, his lips red and puffy, his cheeks completely flushed, and his bare chest rising and falling, steadying his breathing.
He opened his eyes to meet yours and flashed you an adorably innocent smile that almost made you forget the sinful activities you did a few seconds ago. His eyes diverted down from your eyes to your chest making him widen his eyes.
"What? What is it?" You look down to see the mess he made on your boobs, making you also widen your eyes.
You couldn't lie, that was hot. Very hot in fact.
"Woah, I did that?! I'm sorry I'll go get something to clean it up," said Yeonjun trying to stand up. Before he could fully stand up you grabbed one of his hands, and he turned to look at you confused. Using his hand and looking him directly in the eye, you scooped up a bit of his cum from one of your tits and proceeded to suck it clean. Yeonjun's eyes followed every movement you made as you repeated your actions with your other tit.
"There. I cleaned some of it for you." You said, wearing an innocent smile after doing the dirtiest thing. Yeonjun scoffed in disbelief,
"You're going to be the end of me, Y/n," said Yeonjun with a smile.
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A.N: phew! first post! i hope you guys like it, if you do please like and reblog!! thank you ♡
just a reminder that this account is owned by two different writers, padfoot and moony ♡