The Boyz NSFW Scenarios
Lee Juyeon - Tear
bottom! Juyeon x top! girlfriend! reader
Warnings: choking, mentions of smoking, noona kink, angst, seeking comfort, a lot of crying, Juju says 'love' a lot
Title is a reference to BTS' Tear (a.k.a one of my all time fav songs). Self-indulgent. Written in the dark.
Juyeon is there to kiss your tears away, and put you back together when you feel torn apart.
Juyeon wakes with a start. Shit, how long had he been asleep? He blinks, trying to adjust to the darkness, barely making out the time shown on his phone screen. 3:45AM. His brows furrow in confusion when he realizes the other side of the bed is cold and untouched. Your side of the bed. It wasn't unlike you to still be out so late, unless it's with him or your friends. But as far as he'd known, you were only at work today. He's worried, especially because you've been acting strange the past few days, keeping your words to a minimum, and often lost in your own world. Juyeon is never one to pry, but he wants to know how to help you out of your funk, but you've been carefully sidestepping his questions with chaste kisses and telling him "it's nothing, babe, don't worry."
How can he not worry? You two are similar in the way that you tend to bottle things up inside, masking your troubles and pains, and he knows from experience that that's not healthy. He's about to press the call button on your contact when the door opens and floods the bedroom with dim light from the hallway. "You're home," Juyeon exhales, releasing a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. You stiffen, not expecting your boyfriend to be awake at this time of night. "Did I wake you?" you wince internally at how harsh your voice sounds from disuse. You've been withdrawn all day today as well, speaking only when necessary, and choosing mostly to remain in your workspace alone.
"No, you didn't. But where have you been, love?" Juyeon asks softly, keeping his voice gentle once he caught on to your distressed state. You feel horrible, and now you feel worse because your dear boyfriend pities you and is worried sick since you decided to disappear for hours with no prior warning. It feels selfish, even, to hide your problems from your boyfriend, one of the most understanding people you've ever had the pleasure of meeting. But it feels too difficult to vocalize your problems. You've tried. But you couldn't get past 3 words before you began choking on your tears, sobs ripping so violently from your chest that you had to run from the meeting room, and hide in the ladies' room until you've stopped crying.
"Work," you uttered, working on autopilot. In the darkness you can see Juyeon frown, and it sends another icy stab through your chest. "I'm sorry, babe. I just... have a lot on my plate right now. You should go back to sleep, I'll join you in a bit," you murmur, avoiding eye contact as you hurry into the shower to get away from Juyeon's wary gaze. The hot water does little to soothe your nerves, but you continue to stand under the blistering spray, body feeling like lead. Eventually your skin starts to wrinkle and you shut off the water with a sigh, futilely hoping a good night's sleep would ease the tightness in your muscles. You nearly jump out of your skin when you realize your boyfriend is still sitting up, knees hugged to his chest, eyes downcast and looking pitifully small, despite his considerable height and stature.
You slowly walk over to the bed, running a shaky hand through his shaggy, dark locks. Up close, he looks as haggard as you feel, yet somehow still so beautiful and ethereal. He's just finished his promotions, hoping to finally spend some quality time with you after so long, but you've been avoiding him because you feel terrible inside, and don't want to bring him down with your negativity too. He leans into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand softly when it trails down to cup his cheek. "Won't you tell me what's on your mind, love?" he looks up at you, pupils wide. His large hands come up to rest on your waist, rubbing your skin soothingly. It's a welcome touch, his care and warmth something you've been craving badly but didn't have the guts to ask for. You shake your head gently, offering a smile that hopefully didn't look too much like a grimace, and press a slow, passionate kiss to his lips.
You've missed this. You sigh against his lips as he winds his arms tighter around your body, pulling you on top of him as he deepens the kiss. Your hand runs through his hair again, lips twisting, tongues pressing against each other, and you think you could drown in the taste of his lips -
"Have you been smoking again?" you crack open your eyes to find Juyeon's disappointed(?) gaze upon you. He knows you've stopped a long time ago, but upon tasting the faint notes of menthol and tobacco, he can't help but wonder if your recent stress has caused you to turn back to it. "Are you mad at me?" you mumble, fidgeting with the damaged ends of his hair again. Your boyfriend sighs quietly. "I'm not mad at you, love, I could never be. I just want to know what's been hurting you, and I wanna help you get through this." You lovingly stroke his cheek, tracing his high cheekbones down to his angular jaw. He's the sweetest, and sometimes you think you don't deserve him. (Spoiler alert, you absolutely do.)
"You've done enough just by being here for me, babe, thank you. Let's get some sleep, yeah? It's late," you attempt to clamber off him, but his grip on your waist keeps you in place. "Noona, wait!" The name and urgency in his voice makes your eyes widen, and you turn back to face him, his pleading eyes setting your uneasy nerves alight. "Use me."
"J-Juyeon?"
"Even if you won't tell me what's wrong, just take your frustrations out on me. Vent, yell, hurt me if you must. Just... use me to feel better, noona." His perpetually crescent-moon eyes are now round, wide, shimmering with apologetic tears. He's sorry that he hasn't been there for you all the time, and blames himself partially for your pain. You swoop down to kiss him again, reassuring him that none of this is his fault, but something stirs within you, seeing Juyeon seem so small and fragile beneath you. It's a rare treat to see your tall, reserved boyfriend be so submissive, and maybe this is his way of trying to make you feel better. Nevertheless, now that you've got him like this, it would be a waste to say no to those beautiful puppy eyes.
"Would you really let me do whatever I want with you tonight?" your voice is lower by an octave, and a shiver runs through Juyeon's broad frame.
"Y-yes noona, anything you want. Ask me to do anything, I-i'll give it to you. Just wanna make noona feel better," he whispers, eyes glazing over. A proper grin graces your lips for the first time in a while, adoring the way his breath hitches when you tell him "Good boy, Juyeonie."
You kiss him again, slow and passionate, and he licks eagerly into your mouth, hands wandering up and down your sides and waist. Your lips trail down the side of his jaw, down his Adam's apple, and hover above the sensitive skin over his jugular. You sink your teeth in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make a mark and you suck harshly, feeling him shudder beneath you. You continue leaving pretty purple marks all over his chest, feeling him grow harder in his sweats with every hickey you lovingly etch into his skin. You run your tongue down the middle of his pecs, flicking ever so lightly on a pert nipple, and Juyeon whines feebly. You suckle on it, tugging gently with your teeth and he squirms, clutching tightly on your hips as he grinds his clothed member against your core, silently begging for you to stop teasing.
Sitting back up straight, you drag your nails down his chiseled abs, leaving faint red trails as you grind back down against him, making him gasp and arch prettily. "Noona please," comes his ragged breathing. He's desperately rutting against you like a puppy in heat and you decide you've teased him enough. Or maybe just a little more, loving the way his eyes go even wider at the sight of you slowly tugging your tank top off. You help him out of his damp boxers, hearing him hiss as his erect cock is released from the confines of his underwear, slapping wetly against his abs. You climb back on top of him, the fabric of your panties grazing delightfully against his aching cock.
Juyeon whines again, long fingers scrabbling to pull your panties down, and you oblige, letting him slide them down your legs and tossing them aside carelessly. "Ready, Juyeonie?" He nods frantically, his loud moans mingling with yours as you sink down onto his member, the pleasant stretch against your walls sending waves of warmth through your entire being. For a while, the room is silent except for the sounds of labored breathing as you and Juyeon readjust to being so fully connected after so long. Slowly, you start bouncing on his cock, and his face contorts in pleasure, mewls falling from his pretty pink lips, savoring the way your tight heat envelopes his throbbing length.
Picking up the pace, your hand slowly creeps up his body and rests on his throat. Juyeon's eyes spring open, excitedly awaiting the pressure around his throat. He gives you an eager nod, and your fingers close around his windpipe, feeling the vibrations of a low moan that escapes his lips. "Darling Juyeonie, you're always so good to me." Said boy keens, whimpering as he thrusts up harder into you, searching for your g-spot, proving your words correct. Even through his haze of pleasure, he still puts you first, trying his best to please you. He smiles dazedly when you increase the pressure, going cross-eyed as you ride him harder, faster, making the bed creak. His large hands, typically travelling up and down your body when he doms, are now scrambling for purchase on your thighs, your ass, anywhere he can reach as you drive him insane. His tongue lolls out of his mouth when your pussy clenches as it goes down on his cock, and you stick your index finger in his mouth.
He moans sinfully around the digit, lapping at it hungrily, drool spilling from the sides of his mouth and it's such a beautiful sight, the way his spit trails from your finger when you pull it out. You lean down to kiss his neck again, smothering your moans in the juncture between his neck and shoulder as you grind down harder, stimulating your swollen clit by rubbing it against his pelvic bone. Chest to chest, sweat mixing, every point of skin contact set ablaze as you chase your orgasms, Juyeon's wails of pleasure and breathless chants of "Noona I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, wanna fill you up please please please!" sending you into overdrive. You ride him relentlessly, and he's shaking from the effort of holding out his orgasm until you let him. He's sobbing, tear tracks glistening down his cheeks, neck littered with dark purple marks, angry red lines down his chest and abs and yet, he still looks so angelic.
You kiss him hard and a final squeeze of your hand against his throat has him reeling, spurting ropes of hot white cum into your aching core, his orgasm violently rocking through him. He holds you in a death grip, clutching you so tightly to himself that you feel every aftershock of his orgasm rippling through his body. He's gasping desperately for air, hips still thrusting subconsciously, still remembering to help you to climax even though he's exhausted and sore and dizzy from lack of oxygen. He continues to piston his hips, albeit a little shakily, spurred by the feeling of your lips on his neck.
The coil in your tummy tightens, threatening to snap. Another hard grind of Juyeon's tip against your g-spot triggers a physical and emotional release, and the floodgates break open, spilling your cum all over his softening cock, and spilling your tears all over his shoulder as you weakly ride your orgasm out. Juyeon barely notices your sniffling over his own, but when he does, alerted by the warm stream of tears down his chest, he runs a hand soothingly up and down your back, his other hand stroking your hair softly, pressing kisses to the crown of your head. He's no longer in subspace, reassuming his protective and careful self, rocking you gently in his long arms. "I've got you, love, everything's going to be alright. You're home, you're safe here with me, my love. I'll always be here for you," he whispers into your ears, hoping, begging you to believe him, and you finally do.
Minutes pass, and both you and Juyeon's breaths have returned to normal, chests rising and falling steadily. You decide you'll tell him everything tomorrow, rightfully confident that he'll understand, and you know he'll help you as best as he can, especially now that he's got much more free time to spend with you. You raise your head slowly, managing a small watery smile for him, and his heart breaks a little further. Such a beautiful face shouldn't be marred by tears and anguish, and all he wants is to hold you tight and kiss the pain away. And he does, wrapping you up in his warm embrace, holding you together when it feels like your whole world is falling apart.
A/N: It's not really a noona 'kink' per se, but it's a special name that Juyeon uses for his girlfriend when he's subbing? if that makes sense??? help i didn't think this through very well
