synopsis: the guy of your dreams finally asks you on a date. the problem? you've barely had your first kiss—and he looks like he definitely knows what he's doing. panicking, you ask the campus resident playboy, choi yeonjun, for lessons. strictly practical. no feelings. no strings. except yeonjun isn't as experienced as everyone thinks.
✧ pairing: playboy student!choi yeonjun x student!reader
✧ genre/warnings: explicit sexual content (smut with plot, 18+ mdni), rom-com, college au, sexual exploration, coming of age, fwb, teaching trope, sexual themes & sexting, clumsy intimacy, love triangle-ish, smoking, alcohol/party settings, in chapter warnings to apply
✧ total word count: est. 35k~
✧ status: completed
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The sexual tension between user filmsbyun and the 'one-bed' trope is a phenomenon that clearly deserves serious study. Because of my borderline obsession with this delightfully silly trope, I’ve put together a series of five charming one-bed scenarios, each featuring a TXT member. Buckle up, pretties, because this winter is about to get very, very heated... probably. Sorry I'm not used to commentaries chat </3
STATUS: ONGOING
Midnight Spirit || Choi Soobin
⤷ You visit a remote mountain village for a once-in-a-decade lantern festival, a week-long celebration of “paired spirits” where visitors are matched with local guides. Yours is a reserved man, content to walk beside you through the nights without intruding. As the final midnight approaches, tradition requires each pair to share a resting space until dawn to keep wandering spirits at bay. He assures you he won’t cross a line unless you choose otherwise.
Borrowed Walls || Choi Yeonjun
⤷ Your apartment’s being renovated, leaving you without a place to stay for the night. Your childhood friend says you can crash at his place and the catch is he shares it with a flatmate. You weren’t planning on saying yes but it’s the safest and the most reasonable option you have.
Snowbound Affairs || Choi Beomgyu
⤷ A blizzard strands your train in the middle of nowhere, and the only inn with a room left has one bed. You don’t hesitate to book it with the charming stranger who’s been keeping you company.
Corporate Misalignment || Kang Taehyun
⤷ You’ve spent months convinced your impossibly handsome coworker hates you by the way he talks to everyone but you. A “mix-up” by your friends forces you to share a room on a work trip to “fix the tension”. That’s when you find out he’s not cold; he’s hopelessly in love with you and has no idea how to act around you.
Late Session || Huening Kai
⤷ You meet him at an evening writing class where you’re both regular attendees, and what begins as polite formalities dissolves into a friendship so natural that by week four, your classmates assume you’re flirting; you’re not, but also you are. When a transit strike leaves you stranded after the late class across the city, he offers his apartment for the night.
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⋆·˚ ༘ * Casual hookups transcend into more when Yeonjun can’t keep his feelings at bay anymore. With praise on his tongue and dirty words a testament of his devotion to you, he’s determined to show you what he’s been holding back.
✦ Love Language: Words of Affirmation
pairing: yeonjun x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 2.4k
warnings: smut, f!reader, fwb to lovers, dirty talk, praise, reassurance, a lot of dialogue, dry humping, no protection
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Choi Yeonjun could coax an orgasm out of you like no other.
Powerful, blinding, earth-shattering climaxes that left your sensitive body trembling and your mind floating, all while the silver chain around his neck swung low and draped over your skin, marking you as his.
The bite of his bottom lip between his teeth and the scrunch of his forehead, taut with lust. The kiss of his lips to your cheek as your eyes flutter open, drawing light and reality back in. And finally, the slow drag of his hips as he exits your body.
Then he stands up from the bed and puts his clothes back on, already facing the door.
"So I'll text you tomorrow?" Always Yeonjun's last words, barely giving you time to come back to yourself before he's out of your bedroom.
This was the unfortunate nature of your friendship with Yeonjun. Or whatever a sane person might call the predicament you'd found yourselves in. A situationship. A fuckship. A please-don’t-let-me-be-the-only-one-feeling-like-this-ship.
The next day drags on like usual, but this time, you find yourself dreading it—dreading the moment you’ll have to feign a smile for Yeonjun again. He’s already waiting for you at the end of the street like always, ready to walk into your friend’s apartment by your side with another late night ahead.
His arm is naturally slung over your shoulder, keeping you to him, as you greet everyone inside. The proximity never fails to mess with your head. He was always like this around everyone. Touching you, teasing you, making flirtatious remarks that would leave your cheeks rosy. And somehow, more nights than not, it ends with you folded in half beneath him.
You know all too well how it goes. He’d say and do all the right things, painting a picture so perfect it almost felt real. For a moment, it would make sense. Like he wanted you the way you wanted him. Then he’d zip up his pants and leave.
But everyone saw it tonight.
The way Yeonjun stands just a little extra close to you. How your drinks were always shared. His fingers sometimes finding your leg under the table like the flesh of your thigh was calling to him, inviting him to stake his claim.
You hear someone—probably Beomgyu—joke in your direction. “Just fuck already.”
While you choke on your drink, Yeonjun doesn't even blink. “Who says we haven’t?”
The group howled. You laughed too. But you didn’t look at him, not really anyway, afraid he'd catch the frown evident on your face.
There was always a line neither of you dared cross. In public, you let the world think it was just a little playful recklessness.
Behind closed doors, it was different.
He touched you like worship. Fucked you like he was starved—afraid you’d vanish the moment he stopped. He’d murmur things against your skin you weren’t supposed to remember, call you his, tell you how good you were, how only you made him feel like this. You’d cling to his shoulders like you believed it, too.
Lately, after those doors closed, Yeonjun had been acting off. Sex was still intense. Mind-numbing, even.
Yet something would shift the moment he came. How he'd untangled himself from your limbs like it hurt. The way he whispered a soft “Later,” like he was trying not to say something else.
He never used to leave so fast. You never used to care. Not until the cold, empty space next to you began begging to be filled with his warmth again. You wish you'd known what changed.
So when Yeonjun asks if you want to go upstairs, just the two of you, you don’t even question it. The apartment is too crowded, too warm, the buzz in your chest a little too strong to ignore. You nod, letting him lead the way, even though you already know how it’s going to end.
It only takes mere minutes before you're both stripped down to your undergarments, with you face down in the bed as he traces your skin like a canvas.
Yeonjun is straddling your thighs, admiring every inch of your body lying on your stomach before him. His fingers begin just behind your ear, tucking some hair away. Slowly they drag further down your skin—neck, shoulder, spine cascading with goosebumps, waist, hips, the plump skin of your ass and the lacey material that hugged it.
He finally grips you with both his hands, squeezing tightly before bending over your body and biting ever so softly on your earlobe. Your thighs press together, desire pooling in your thin panties already.
Then his voice is whispy and needy against your cheek. “You feel like home to me. I could look at you like this forever.”
It’s unclear what about this that makes you snap. But you’ve had enough being misled, enough of the unkept promises.
“You always say things like that when we're like this. It doesn’t mean anything.” You call him out, only half joking, mostly defensive.
Yeonjun stills—his gaze heavy on only your face. His response pulls the air straight from your lungs.
“It means everything. You just don’t listen.”
It’s then that you realize your eyes have begun filling with tears, which you refuse to let spill. The weight of the situation comes to a head
"Hey," Yeonjun coos. His hands are on your shoulders, forcing you to turn onto your back so he can see you properly. His eyes widen at your red eyes looking back at him, noticing the way you suddenly closed off. He slides next to you on his side.
"Yeonjun, what is this?" You huff, tears gone and replaced with anger. "Because I do listen. That's the problem. I listen to you and I believe what you say. And then you're gone."
He thinly smiles, but there's a layer of shame behind it. “There’s a reason I had to stop hanging around after. If I stayed any longer I might’ve scared you away.”
"Why would you scare me away?" You're nose to nose with him now. You don't know if it was you or he who scooted closer.
"Because I’d stop pretending. I'd ask you to stop seeing anyone else. I'd want to be enough for you. And if I wasn’t, I don’t think I could take it."
You freeze, finally seeing Yeonjun for all that he is now.
He speaks again when you can't find the words. “You think I tell just anyone they’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me while they’re falling apart under me?”
Your voice is quiet, but sure. "Then stop pretending. Yeonjun… I want more. I just didn’t think you did." Your hand drifts up his chest, resting over his heart. "You're more than enough.”
Yeonjun’s breath stutters. “Then let me show you what I’ve been holding back.”
He surges forward, capturing your mouth with his. He finally lets himself feel everything he’s been holding back.
Your legs tangle instinctively as you both remain on your sides, facing each other, bodies pressed close. His hand is on your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard line of him, twitching through both your underwear, pressing right where you need him.
His forehead rests against yours as he begins to move—subtle rolls of his hips that grind his cock against your center, dragging friction with each pass.
“Feel that?” he breathes dreamily. “That’s what you do to me. Every damn time.”
You gasp, your own hips moving now, chasing the pressure, the closeness, the heat. Your fingers clutch at his flexed bicep, needing something to hold onto.
A broken moan catches in your throat. “You think I don’t feel the same?” You whisper, your tone shaky. Your hips roll to meet his, earning a low groan from his lips. “You leave and I lie in that bed wishing you’d just… stay. I don’t want anyone else, Yeonjun. Just you.”
He lets out an uneven breath like he’s been waiting to hear that for months. His hand slides down to your ass, splaying wide across the flesh to drag you even closer, like he could mold your bodies together.
“Say it again,” he begs, grinding harder now, lips brushing your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “Say it while I make you cum like this.”
You’re already gasping, forehead pressed to his, needing more and loving that this finally means something.
Every slow grind of his clothed cock against your soaked panties sends shocks through your core. You cling to him, overwhelmed by how good it feels.
“O-only you, Yeonjun.”
The second the words leave your mouth, he lights up like a match to gasoline. He groans and grips your ass even tighter, rutting against you now with less restraint. This sends pleasure coiling through your gut.
“Fuck,” he breathes against you, panting now, almost angry with need. “You’re always so perfect for me.”
His hand slips between your bodies, cupping your pussy over your panties and pressing down just enough to make the pressure unbearable. Your head falls back, body shaking as he rocks against you harder, dragging your panties across your swollen clit.
“You sound so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “Every moan—fuck—it’s going straight to my cock. Wanna fuck you slow after this. Real slow. Wanna feel you pulse around me ‘til you’re crying.”
"Please keep going. I need you." You whimper.
“You gonna cum for me like this? Just from grinding? Look how fucking needy you are. I know your body better than anyone, don’t I?”
You nod frantically, already there. The build-up has been burning in your gut since the moment he touched you, and now it’s crashing down in waves—your orgasm slamming into you so hard your knees buckle.
“Yeonjun—” you cry, nails digging into his arm, your hips jerking helplessly against his cock as you cum.
He holds you through it, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other still cupping your cunt, letting you ride the high out on his palm. You’re soaked, panties ruined, your whole body trembling as he whispers filth against your ear.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You cum so good for me.”
And then you feel it, how soaked he is.
The front of his boxers is soaked with pre-cum, the evidence of how hard he’s been holding back nearly obscene. He doesn’t even ask. He pushes his boxers down and tosses them aside, freeing himself. You’re still recovering, but the second his fingers hook into the sides of your panties and peel them off, the heat returns.
You don’t even think—your body moves on instinct. When he comes back down beside you, you grind against his thigh this time, and his jaw clenches at the feel of your bare, soaked folds dragging against his skin, leaving a trail of arousal in your wake.
“Holy shit,” he bites back a moans, watching you with heavy eyes. “Greedy girl. Get on your stomach again.”
You obey, letting him guide you down. He straddles your thighs like before, but this time, everything is different. This time, he knows you’re his. You know it, too.
“Ruin me, baby,” you whisper into the sheets.
He strokes himself slowly behind you, lined up and leaking, watching the way you lie flat before him. He lowers himself, chest and stomach pressed to your back, the weight of him trapping you.
“I meant every word I’ve ever said to you in bed,” he says softly before proceeding, brushing your hair to one side. “Every.” A kiss to your temple. "Single." To your neck. “One.” To the corner of your mouth.
Then he pushes in, sliding into your sensitive heat inch by inch until he’s fully buried. You choke on a moan.
“God, you’re so tight,” he whispers. “Still clenching from that last orgasm, huh? You’re gonna give me another, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”
He starts to move slowly at first, grinding into your sweet spot with every stroke. Your body reacts on its own, already building again. He keeps you flat against the bed, one arm cradling your waist, the other laced with your fingers when you reach back for him. He intertwines your fingers without question.
You’re gasping now, high-pitched whines escaping your lips, babbling about how good it feels, how full you are, how close you are again.
“Don’t stop, please, fuck—Yeonjun—gonna cum again.”
“Shit, baby, you’re so good,” he grits out, rutting into you harder now, hips slapping against your ass, the sound filthy and wet. “So fucking perfect. So tight around me I can barely think.”
You sob into the mattress, your whole body vibrating with pleasure. His cock taps that perfect spot again and again, and you can feel his rhythm falter, his breath hitch. He’s close, so close.
“So sexy like this. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want me, baby?”
“On my ass,” you whimper. “Wanna feel you.”
That’s all he needs. His hand slides into your hair, gripping tight, pressing your cheek to the mattress. His thrusts grow frantic, your clit grinding against the sheets, the pressure sending sparks down your spine.
“I love you,” he gasps, voice raw. “I love you so fucking much—”
And then you’re both coming.
You first, spasming around him, thighs shaking uncontrollably as the friction sends you over the edge a second time. He pulls out quickly, stroking himself fast as thick, hot ropes spill across your ass and lower back, his body trembling above you.
Neither of you moves. Your face is still buried in the sheets, breathing hard. He leans down, kissing your spine, your shoulders, your cheek. He's extra tender now.
But the fire in both your bodies hasn’t gone out. Not even close. Yeonjun knows it, too. Not when you two are finally on the same page.
His lips brush your ear. “I think we’re gonna need a bed we can ruin properly.”
You smile, still breathless. “Then let's get out of here. I want more of you."
"Come on," he chuckles, rolling off the bed. He extends a hand to you, gently tugging you up with him. "Yours or mine?"
You hesitate to say yours, and he senses it. His hands cup your face on each side, lowering his head to meet your eye line. "It's okay. You’re not sleeping alone tonight. I won't make that mistake ever again."
You don’t say another word. There’s no need to.
Clothes are slipped back on in silence, the air still thick with everything that just passed between you. When you head back downstairs, hand in hand, you don’t miss the wide eyes and gaping mouths staring after you. Yeonjun tosses a few half-hearted goodbyes over his shoulder without slowing down. You stay close behind him, face tucked shyly into his back as he guides you out the door.
But behind your flustered smile, pride, giddiness, and relief are all wrapped in one. Because finally, Choi Yeonjun was yours.
「 !! 」 slutty txt, they wear glasses, sub!txt, dom!reader, this is a direct jab at the patriarchy, reversed gender roles/misogyny, oral (f.rec), tit-groping, yj gets off on readers shoe (peak), kissing.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ go abc 123 in my inbox for full fics on these because I'm so downnn for it, especially taehyun's, but also beomjun's,, absolute cinema. I didn't proofread this,,
── 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | 𝖳𝖷𝖳'𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳
𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖩𝖴𝖭 who always brings you coffee at 9am sharp each morning. who flirts up his colleagues in the lounge room and lets his gaze linger on the new hires a little too long. assistant!yeonjun who absolutely loves it when you call him into your office thirty minutes later, a stern look in your eyes that he knows all too well. he enjoys this secret little game the two of you play, the one no one else has to know about. with him on his knees before you, the sharpness of your heel digging into his shoulder, causing him to nearly whimper. "you useless assistant, only good for whoring around", you'd tsk as you give him a push with your shoe. assistant!yeonjun who can't help but moan as he presses a kiss to your calf, nodding slowly when he peers up at you through hooded eyes, "you gonna punish me, boss?"
assistant!yeonjun helplessly ruts against your shoe as it presses down on his cock through his clothes, head thrown back and lips parted as he clings onto you desperately. the cockiness has completely washed off, leaving only a desperate mess of the man he perceives himself to be. "s'just meaningless flirting.." he gasps as your heel digs into his crotch, a shudder running through him, "a-ah won't do it again!"
𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖲𝖮𝖮𝖡𝖨𝖭 who works hard and long hours, never asking for days off even during the holidays. you can't help but admire him from afar, the way he sits hunched over his desk, glasses sliding down his nose as he buries himself in his work. assistant!soobin who's tall frame seems to shrink when you walk by, his gaze dropping to the floor. "what's the matter? you got the files back to me in time", you drawl, sharp nail sliding across his jaw. soobin swallows, Adam's apple bobbing as he nods quietly, "y-yes.." he whispers, cheeks flushing pink. assistant!soobin who's too shy to ask for a reward on his good job, all he really wants is for you to pin him down in his chair as you straddle his hips, just the way you had last time.
assistant!soobin who exhales sharply as your hand wraps around his cock, head tilted back against his chair and his glasses discarded somewhere else. heavy breaths filling the office as you let his large hands wander across your chest, groping and squeezing at your tits. "more", he breathes against your neck, unbashfully asking for you to reward him on his work. "you're a greedy thing you know", your fingers clasp around his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze, "you're lucky I like it."
𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖡𝖤𝖮𝖬𝖦𝖸𝖴 who acts like your boss more than your assistant. running his mouth whenever he thinks you won't hear, boasting about how much he's done for the company and how grateful you should be to have someone like him in the building. it all crumbles down the second the door to your office shuts of course. there he's all nervous hand gestures and averted eyes as he coughs up excuses and lies on his late reports and the vastly spreading rumours around the company. "you think it wouldn't get back to me eventually? tch, and to think my own assistant was up to something like that." you fold your arms across your chest, leaning against your desk as you watch him with narrowed eyes.
assistant!beomgyu who spends the next half hour on his knees in front of you, head buried between your thighs as he laps eagerly at your cunt. "m'sorry", the apology comes out muffled between kisses to your skin, "won't happen again." he practically whines when you tug on his hair, hands gripping at your legs in a futile attempt at steadying himself, all the while his hips buck frantically against nothing as his erection strains against his pants.
𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖳𝖠𝖤𝖧𝖸𝖴𝖭 who only really picked this job because of the pay. his excellent work moral caused him to climb quickly in ranks, which sparked jealousy around other hires. he never paid them much mind but as he finds himself in your office, the position as your assistant dangling in front of him like a piece of gold, he can't help but take it. assistant!taehyun doesn't consider himself a sexist man but he also can't help but question your decisions, brows raising a little higher on his head when you propose a new idea unable to hide the hesitation behind his response. you quickly pick up on it of course, how could you not, and you're not one to sit back and let it unfold.
assistant!taehyun is hardly moved when you call him into your office that day, but when you unbutton your blouse his heart stops. "I'm not fond of having my competence questioned, especially not by my own assistant", you drawl as you let your shirt drop to the ground. taehyun grunts when your fingers wrap around his tie, tugging him forward as your other hand finds its way to his pants, a small smile gracing your lips when you find him already hard, "perhaps this lesson will do you good."
𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖪𝖠𝖨 who stumbles over his every other word, blushing furiously when he gets something wrong and apologises over and over. he's endearing in a way, ridiculously smart too, though he doesn't even seem to realise it himself. sometimes you find yourself watching him out of pure intrigue, from the way he bites his lip in concentration or how he straightens his glasses. the best part is when he catches you in the act, and you don't even bother hiding it. he'll clear his throat quickly and pretend he hadn't seen you looking in the first place, and if he had his way, the unspoken tension would have never been brought to the surface. fortunately for him, you take on a different approach.
assistant!kai who doesn't understand why you ask him to stay behind one late afternoon, much less when you push him back against the wall. his glasses are crooked on his nose, tie loose around his neck and his hair tousled as he pants, "w-wait I mean... really?" he gasps between kisses, biting down on his lips as he fights off a moan when your fingers fiddle with the zipper of his pants. "I'd be stupid not to", you murmur as your lips trace along his jaw, "now put those hands of yours to use."
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader
genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: 1k
warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of masturbation (m), brief mention of sex, implication of sexy time at the end, yj has a boner, they’re both horny idk
synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?
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you and yeonjun are close. really close. best friends and partners in crime, who have no problem letting each other into your lives — even into your phones.
which in this case, however, does not turn out the way that either of you expect.
you and yeonjun aren't unfamiliar with the topic of sex; you've ranted to each other many times before about your different sexual escapades, but of course there are always lines, and the line that yeonjun finds himself accidentally crossing right now as he stares at your open camera roll is something that he does not know what to do with. what he once swore would always be a harmless crush, a secret attraction that he's admittedly sometimes used to get himself off but nothing more, has suddenly just shifted into that something more entirely.
it started out with him coming over for a typical hangout day, letting himself in and plopping down on your bed to wait for you as you stepped into the shower.
he's just scrolling through his phone when he hears the music from your speaker cut out and your following groan of frustration.
"jun?" you call. "can you see what's up with spotify? my phone is next to the sink."
"yeah," he calls back as he trudges over to the bathroom, reaching through the slightly cracked-open door to retrieve your phone. leaning against the doorframe from the outside, humming the song that was playing before the music stopped, he types in your passcode and prepares to locate your spotify app.
the melody catches in his throat and his humming comes to an abrupt halt at the sight that he's greeted with instead.
your open camera roll. your open camera roll with pictures of you.
your open camera roll with pictures of you naked.
he knows he shouldn't look — he knows he should close out of the app, bleach his eyes, carry on to spotify, and pretend this never happened.
but FUCK…
he had no idea you could look this sexy.
slowly, guiltily, his thumb hovers lower and lower until he finds himself clicking on the first picture.
it’s even better than what he’s imagined — he swears his lip may start bleeding from how hard he's biting down on it, the sight of your curves, your tits, your thighs, the hint of your pussy, wiping away all thoughts of anything else. these were pictures you had just taken before your shower; pictures you'd taken mere minutes before he'd arrived to your apartment.
his cock twitches in his pants.
he's getting harder and harder as he scrolls through each photo, enraptured by your body, by the look in your eyes that he's never seen on you before - each new pose sending a lick of fire shooting through his body as he fights the guilt that knocks at the corner of his mind.
who is she sending these to???
jealousy. it takes him a moment to realize that the thought makes him jealous.
suddenly he doesn't want any other man to see you like this, to touch you or kiss you or feel you; fuck, you're naked right now just like this, with only a door to separate the two of you, and he feels no better than a pervy middle school boy caught red-handed as he's yanked from his filthy thoughts when you call out, "jun??? is the app not working??"
with a jolt he's scrambling to put your phone back onto the counter, nearly missing, before slamming the bathroom door shut and rushing back to your bed where his own phone lays discarded.
what the hell am i supposed to-
"jun!!! what the-
.............. fuck."
after a painfully long pause, the realization dawns in your voice at the same time as yeonjun's stomach drops. he freezes as he hears the shower come to a stop.
another long pause.
the bathroom door slowly clicks open and you peek your head out. "yeonjun..."
"i-i'm sorry, i didn't look. i mean i did. i-i mean i'll forget that i did. i'm sorry, fuck, i shouldn't have. i'll uh- i'll just let you, um.. i'll just go."
he's halfway out the door before you can blink and you scramble after him in nothing but a towel, not caring that you're dripping all over your floors as you call out, "yeonjun, wait!", nearly slipping as you tug him to a stop in the hallway by the back of his shirt.
you can tell that he's trying his hardest not to look at you when you force him to turn around, the tips of his ears red and the tent in his pants obvious, his height an advantage as he suddenly finds the wall past your head to be the most interesting thing in the world.
you're the one who called after him and yet you're not sure what to say; how are you supposed to tell your smoking hot best friend that you took those pictures with him in mind?
you're not sure exactly what he's thinking, but the raging boner that he's currently failing to cover up is enough for you to decide that there's only one way to find out.
yeonjun clears his throat. "you-"
"i'm gonna drop my towel now."
"WHAT- w-wait-!!"
"you don't want it?"
"i- i.." your sudden declaration was enough to shock yeonjun into looking straight at you, eyes huge and caught by surprise, and now he can't bring himself to look away at the sight of you standing there — wet hair framing your pretty, bare face, the sweet scent from your body wash wafting over him, skin still glistening and rivulets of water dripping down your neck, down your collarbones, down towards your.. your…
he swallows hard.
the soft swell of your breasts pushed up by the little towel that you're ready to drop for him has stolen all of his focus. everything that he saw in those pictures, everything that's now set him on fire, is standing right in front of him begging to be touched; he watches as a bead of water disappears between the curve of your breasts, and that's the tipping point.
Pairing: Boyfriend!Yeonjun x reader
Genre: Fluff, crack, some spice
Warnings: Slight nsfw
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Something about Yeonjun is so shower sex coded, the way he would pamper you throughout the day, rubbing your shoulders, giving you snacks and kisses, and even offering to shower with you, rubbing suds of your body wash on your back and shoulders before reaching over to your breasts, teasing your nipples with that sick smirk.
“you look so good, sweetheart.” he’d grumble behind you while moving the soap to your ass cheeks, grinding his hard on against you just to show you just how well you turn him on. “let me take care of you.” He’d say before playing with your folds, leaning himself against the wall so you have a place to rest while he makes you nice and slippery for him.
“Jjunie- please~” you’d softly whine, backing into him with tears in your eyes, he’s going so slow, so soft you can barely feel him on your clit. “Im right here baby, you want Jjunies cock to feel good hm?” He’d tease before pinching at your clit, allowing a loud yelp to come from you. “Please! I’ve been good, please!” You beg, unable to keep your hands off him.
“I’ll take care of you, shh~” Yeonjun says before pushing your top half forward, bending you over nothing while he pushes his cock into your sudsy cunt. Your face is caught under the water of the shower head, making it harder to catch your breath by time he’s pounding into you with no reprieve.
Yeonjun holds his hand on your hip while the other grips your hair while he thrusts, “you like when i ruin this cunt, pretty? Like it when i’m the one making your pussy this wet? huh?” He groans while you struggle to breathe under the shower head, mewls and squeals coming from you as you can only reach back and grab his thighs to hold yourself up. “Gonna cum! nghh please jjunie- gonna- ah~” You struggle while your thighs tremble, tears rolling down your cheeks at the lack of air.
“Wait for me- fuck so tight- wait for jjunie, okay?” Yeonjun pants as he pulls at the base of your scalp, hips moving more sloppy by the second until he’s whining for you to cum with him, finally pulling you out the shower head and pressed against his chest while he cums deep inside you, soft groans coming out as you clench around him and cum as well. “So good to me, love you so much.” He’d praise and press kissed to the back of your wet neck, thrusting slowly to push his cum back into you. Safe to say Yeonjun loved to pamper you no matter what
summary: going in for a simple piercing on a night out with friends was supposed to be a split second decision, but the sexy new piercer you haven’t seen before, catches your eye.
a/n: this is the second fic of my unoffical ‘series’. soobin’s was first, please keep reading and follow!! i’ll be making more!! thank you <3
16 was the number of piercings on your body. 8 in your ears, 4 on each side, lip, eyebrow, 2 on your nose, belly button, 2 on your hips, and your tongue. the exhilaration of getting a new piercing or tattoo was almost addictive, and like tonight, you usually get them on a whim.
your friends have been teasing you about all the piercings you have, yet you don’t have your nipples done and peer pressure is a bitch. “i’ve known reggie for the past 10 years, i seriously can’t believe he’s about to see my nipples,” you squeal while your friends push you inside the familiar tattoo shop you all frequent.
“hey girls, what can i get you today?” the scruffy old man with a bald head and long beard, which was always braided, walks towards the 4 of you. “Y/N is finally getting her nipples pierced today,” one of your friends giggle at the uncomfortable face you were making, the closer reggie walks towards you. “alright, do you mind the new guy working on you? i’m booked tonight with this tattoo, but don’t worry, he’s a natural.”
the thought of an amateur piercer only solidifies your fears but instead of being stubborn you just give in, “sure, i don’t mind.”
“cool, yeonjun, meet Y/N, she’s a regular customer, so take good care of her.” the mystery man yeonjun stands from a chair across the shop and gives a polite bow. “nice to meet you, i’ll be doing your piercing, nipples right?”
the glow that man exuded with his simple actions was breathtaking, he had shaggy black hair and a loose black sweater, his defined collarbones out on display. you didn’t notice your eyes glazing over and mouth wide open until one of your friends snaps her fingers infront of your face.
“huh?”
“he said you can follow him into the room.” yeonjun was standing with his arms crossed and a sly smirk across his face, he was obviously soaking up the fact you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
“oh yeah- sorry,” you fumble with your fingers while you follow him into the sanitized room, looking back at your friends who gave you supportive ‘fightings’.
when the door closes behind you, it was just yeonjun and you in the room, you, who is typically out going, couldn’t find the words. “please take your top off and lay on the chair,” yeonjun spoke while being busy with getting his supplies ready. “not a problem..”
you were wearing a tight black sports bra and a tiny skirt so there was no reason to be shy, he’s basically looking at you naked anyway.
you take the bra off first, then cover your breasts with a protective arm, and slide on the reclining chair, the bright light he needed to pierce, being the only thing you could see.
yeonjun snaps his black sanitary gloves against his wrist and the noise made you slightly jump, “i’m gonna need to see your nipples to pierce them, you know..” he had a teasing laugh that made your heart beat even faster.
“i know sorry, i don’t just show my nipples often to strangers so i’m a little shy,” you whisper while removing your arm and yeonjun shrugs, “well, it’s kind of my job, so i don’t judge, and i’ll try my best to be gentle.”
the feeling of his latex covered fingers rubbing against the small nub of your nipple, made your whole body jolt, “i haven’t even pierced yet, you have to stay still,” yeonjun teases, and you give an unsure nod.
after one was done, you realized there was no reason to be scared, it felt like a small bee sting, and he was on to the next one. “so, i see you’re all pierced up, what would be the next place?” yeonjun was concentrating on the precision in his placement of the needle while you think.
“hmm… maybe more ear piercings,” you bite your bottom lip hard when he pushes the needle through, “there’s not much room anywhere else..”
yeonjun pulls away from your body after finishing neatly and he hums, “do you have your clit pierced?”
the question stunned you so much you jerk your head up to look at him, “is that a real thing?”
yeonjun grabs a book full of the tattoos/piercings he’s done and flips until he finds the picture he was looking for. “i did this one not too long ago, its actually my specialty..” your face turns red at the picture and glance away at the wall awkwardly after seeing a random woman naked.
“i’ll give you half off if you decide you want to do it,” he politely offers, then rubs cream on your freshly pierced nipples. “see? not so bad.”
yeonjun makes sure you look at your nipples in the full length mirror before leaving so he knew you were satisfied, but you couldn’t even focus on your now beating nipples.
your eyes were glued to yeonjun in the mirror who was behind you in his chair, cleaning up his station. his side profile was more beautiful than you could imagine, his jawline was so sharp it could probably cut through a piece of paper, and the veins on his large hands, that is now gloveless, are intoxicating.
“what do you think?” yeonjun questions after finishing his cleaning and walking behind you in the mirror to admire his work. “they’re great yeonjun, thank you, i think i’ll call you instead of reggie from now on,” you had a flirty hint in your voice and he picked up on it right away, but just walks towards the door with a smirk, “you can get dressed, i’ll wait out here cutie.”
the word ‘cutie’ played over again in your head like a broken record player while sliding your sports bra back on, making sure to be careful with your new piercings that were now protruding through the thin layer of clothing.
it’s been 2 weeks since your session with yeonjun and nothing you did could keep your mind off of him.
the conversation about your clit piercing rushed through your mind several times throughout the 2 weeks but you shook off the idea each time.
even your friends knew something was up considering you made them take the long way home, just so you could pass by the tattoo shop in hopes of seeing yeonjun for even a second.
the slender frame of your new found crush was seen from a few feet away and your friends tease you. “i wonder if he’ll remember you Y/N-“
“Y/N!” all of your eyes widen when yeonjun calls out for you while taking a cigarette break outside of the shop and you gulp, “he remembers.”
“hey yeonjun, are you guys busy tonight?” you had a fake confidence about your voice, when you walk towards him and he shrugs, flicking the remaining ash off his cigarette. “why? do you want to get something else done?” your head shakes but you still needed to make an excuse to be around him, “uh, i think my nipple piercings are rejecting, do you mind giving them a look?”
yeonjun throws his cigarette to the ground then steps on it, “of course, come back with me, girls you can sit in the waiting room,” he politely opens the door for the 5 of you while your friends giggle towards the lounge area.
you walk to the private room with a deep sigh, hearing yeonjun’s heavy footsteps following. “uh, they are hurting quite a lot.” it was a lie, they were doing just great actually, but that didn’t stop you from taking off the thin tank top you wore intentionally, so your piercings would show.
yeonjun puts on his black gloves again and examines your nipples with a hum, “they look alright, not infected or anything, maybe they’re still just healing, i wouldn’t be too worried.” he assures, rubbing one of them with his covered fingertips, a moan accidentally leaving your lips.
yeonjun chuckles under his breath at the noise and goes to your other nipple, rubbing it as well to see if he got the same reaction. you moan again with a bright blush on your face and he focuses on your nipples, giving one of them a squeeze.
“usually, only 2 weeks into the healing process, me rubbing your nipples should hurt, not feel good.. unless me hurting you, makes you feel good?” his eyes dart up to your guilty ones and your lips press together at his pinching. “maybe i just heal quicker,” you smirk, already feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure filling in the pit of your stomach.
yeonjun hums again at your excuse and pinches your other nipple. it was still sore and the wound fresh as hell, yet another soft moan leaves your throat, making your head tilt back. “i’ve been thinking about the other piercing you were talking about… my clit… i want to do it tonight…”
this was a last ditch effort of getting yeonjun’s attention, you are secretly terrified of getting it done, “tonight? are you sure?” a glimpse of excitement showed across his face and you nod with shaky hands. “i’ll leave the room while you undress and get my tools.”
yeonjun comes back with you completely naked on the chair and he pushes it down so you were in a laying position.
he spreads your legs with a lip bite and messes around with his tools, your legs instinctively shutting at the noise. he knew you didn’t actually want it by your reactions and he chuckles to himself, “spread nice and wide for me.” his voice was so relaxing, your legs spread again with his help.
“alright, i’ll get the numbing cream,” he instructs, pretending to apply it to his fingers, “may i touch you before i begin?”
you head nods with a gulp and yeonjun touches the sensitive nub on the top of your pussy, the wetness immediately covering his finger.
he rubs the wetness around with a smirk, giving your clit a few pinches to see your reactions and your body jolts at the pleasure, a few moans come out. “does that feel good?” he asks in an assuring manner, rubbing his finger around faster when you moan out a “yes”.
your wetness trails down your pussy then to the tops of your thighs and you reach your hand down to grab yeonjun’s shoulder. “fuck, i’m about to cum,” you whine out, watching his movements carefully.
yeonjun smirks at your pleasured face and slides a finger in your pussy with his other hand, beginning to pump the long digit faster than you’ve ever felt. “try to be quiet when you cum baby girl, people are still in the shop,” he coos, curling his finger to hit your gummy walls while he never slows his pace.
you nod fast and whine desperately, the orgasm hitting you like a brick while your body shakes. yeonjun continues to pump his finger even after you cum and chuckles at the convulses you have from sensitivity.
“i t-thought you were piercing my clit,” you mumble after his finger pulls out and yeonjun shakes his head, “i know you don’t really want it, you just wanted me to touch your pussy, you cum really quickly by the way,” he chuckles again and your cheeks heat up from embarrassment, “i like it, you’re a good girl.”
you giggle at his comment and sit up from the chair so you could see him better, “well you can see how many times i cum if you want.” yeonjun smirks at the offer and spreads your legs again, “sounds good to me.”
the excitement you felt was unmatched, your head lays on the back of the chair, with your eyes facing towards yeonjun and get a chill down your spine when you feel his tongue suck up your prior orgasm.
“if you make me cum 3 more times, you can take me home with you so we can continue,” you giggle, knowing how fast you cum, it would be easy for him. “deal, baby girl, and when i take you home you can see how my dick feels inside of you,” yeonjun kisses your clit and the thought already had you drenched.
he spreads open your pussy lips with his fingers and his tongue enters your hole easily, swirling it deep inside of your wetness. you had to put one of your arms over your mouth and bite on the skin to refrain from moaning.
yeonjun pulls out of you briefly, going to your clit to flick his tongue around the small nub and the overstimulation made your body shake again. he flicks as fast as he could to bring you to a second orgasm which wasn’t very hard.
you cum around nothing, your walls clenching for something inside and as if he read your mind, yeonjun slides two fingers in fast, not letting your pussy get used to the digits before pumping roughly inside. you let out a loud yell accidentally and yeonjun, who was still pumping inside, goes up to your top half.
“i thought i told you to be quite baby girl, you’re lucky this is a tattoo shop,” he whispers aggressively in your ear before taking your lips in his, while his fingers move fast.
“i’m sorry, you’re just making my pussy feel so good,” you whine in a whispering tone when he pulls away from your lips and yeonjun smirks down. “i can tell,” he notes, the sound of his fingers moving inside of your wetness was too loud to ignore.
“cum again pretty girl, cum around my fingers,” he coos, kissing down the nape of your neck and your eyes close when he drags another orgasm out of you. “mmm yeonjun, i hope i can cum again.”
he chuckles and gives your clit a cute slap after he pulls his fingers out, “trust me, i’ll make it happen,” yeonjun confidently assures, then leans down to lick your nipple piercings.
his salvia against your not yet healed wound, made a gasp come out. “do you masturbate baby girl?” yeonjun had a mischievous smirk and tone when he asks, but you nod, “y-yes of course.”
“rub yourself then, show me how you touch yourself at night, when you’re thinking about me.” your hand goes down to your own clit, following yeonjun’s instructions with a smile.
even though you’ve been with a lot of people, especially through your slut phase, yeonjun is the best so far, and his dick hasn’t even been inside of you yet.
your hand rubs circles around your clit and moans under your breath while yeonjun takes one of your nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the metal piercing.
you grab the back of his head with your free hand, lacing your fingers through his locks while you grow in speed with your other hand on your swollen clit.
he sucks hard on the nipple and you whimper again, trying your best not to moan loud, especially after sliding two fingers inside your own wetness but it didn’t feel as good as yeonjun’s long fingers.
“go faster baby girl, imagine its my fingers.” you close your eyes and follows his instructions, fastening your pace, imagining it was him instead. you bite your bottom lip hard and spread your legs farther so you can hit deeper, rubbing your clit with your free hand. “i’m gonna cum again yeonjun, i can feel it,” you whine softly when his lips reattach to your nipple.
your legs shake hard, making the chair squeak before cumming around your own fingers this time, slapping your clit over and over with a grunt. “mmm that felt so good, i loved you sucking on my nipples,” you giggle and yeonjun kisses your lips, letting you stand from the chair so you can get dressed.
yeonjun admires your body after you put your clothes on and pushes you soft against the wall, his dick print prominent in his jeans. “i cant wait to feel you tonight, im so ready for you,” he whispers seductively in your ear, rubbing his dick against your thigh slowly and you giggle evily.
“actually, i said you could take me home if you made me cum 3 more times, i made myself cum on the last one,” you smirk teasingly and yeonjun bites his lip, almost drawing blood. “you can’t be serious Y/N, look at my dick, i cant wait any longer,” he basically pleads, but you shake your head, loving to be a tease.
“you should take care of that baby, i’ll leave my number with reggie at the front, my friends are waiting on me,” you slide out from under his grip and he gives you an angry glare as you walk away, “when i get my hands on you i will show no mercy Y/N, you will pay for this!!” yeonjun shouts from the room and you giggle to yourself at his desperation, while walking down the hallway, “perfect.”
