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[tyuns-world]

Wing in the moonlight

pairing: neighbor!fae!kai x fem!reader

preview: your mysterious upstairs neighbor has always felt a little too perfect. then one summer night, you see something you weren’t supposed to. wings. and nothing has felt real since.

tags/warnings: fem reader, fantasy au, wings, light peril (falling), fae lore, kai has wings y’all

wc: 1.1k

You'd always thought Huening Kai was too good to be true.

Perfect hair, effortless charm, that rare smile he gave everyone in the hallway like it was a secret just for them. The type of neighbor who held the elevator, helped old Mrs. Lang carry her groceries, and remembered the names of people's cats.

He lived on the top floor of your apartment complex, one floor above you. You didn’t know much about him—only that he always smelled like summer, and moved like he was dancing, even on his way to the trash chute. But between you two, there was a tension so obvious that even old Mrs. Lang noticed, cheering you on one day.

You liked watching him. That sounded creepy, you knew. But not in a weird way. Just in the way that anyone would when someone that pretty lived a floor above them. He had this whole quiet mystery about him, like he was always about to say something magical and then thought better of it.

You didn't expect to find out he actually was magical.

It started like any other late summer night. The city heat hadn't fully died even though it was past midnight, and your little window fan was doing a pathetic job of keeping your room bearable. You'd gone out to your balcony for air, tank top, cotton shorts, bonnet still tied tight, your water bottle dripping condensation on your knee.

Then you saw him.

Or rather, the back of him. Huening Kai was crouched on the edge of the rooftop, your rooftop, technically, silent, still, and entirely out of place. There were no stairs leading up there, no fire escape. Nothing that explained why he had gotten up there unless he

You ran too fast, dropping water bottle.

It clanged against the rail. Loud. Stupidly loud.

His head turned.

Your heart tried to escape through your teeth.

"Kai?" you called, halfway between a whisper and a scream.

He didn't answer.

He just looked at you with the softest eyes you'd ever seen. And then

Then he stepped off the roof.

You screamed.

Without thinking, you vaulted your leg over the railing, ready to climb. You had no plan, no thought other than oh god, oh god, he jumped. The fire escape was two windows down, but if you could just get high enough, if you could see

Your foot slipped.

It happened fast. Concrete wind, your body weight tipping forward, the metal of the railing scraping your side. And then

Nothing.

Not death. Not even pain.

Just the softest pressure of arms catching you midair and a sound like silk tearing through the sky.

You opened your eyes.

The stars blurred around you. You weren't falling anymore. You were flying.

No. He was flying.

Purple wings. Wings. Curved out from Huening Kai's back, huge and iridescent, like a dragonfly had whispered secrets into the folds of violet dusk. They shimmered in the moonlight, glittering and delicate and impossibly strong. They moved with practiced ease, flaring wider as he floated down toward the alley, your body held effortlessly against his chest.

His hand curled just below your thigh, dark skin against his hoodie sleeve, and for a second you forgot to breathe.

He landed in the shadows behind the building, where the streetlights couldn't reach and no windows faced down.

Your feet hit the ground.

You didn't move.

Neither did he.

For a long, long moment, you just stood there, trembling with adrenaline and disbelief and the lingering echo of death.

And then you whispered, "You... have wings."

Kai looked away. "You weren't supposed to see."

"You jumped off the roof."

"I didn't jump," he said softly. "I was leaving."

Your voice cracked. "Leaving? What are you ta—what are you?"

He winced, and his wings folded tightly behind his back, curling in like they were embarrassed to still exist.

"I'm a fae," he said at last. "A fairy. Technically. But I don't like that word. It makes people think of bells and glitter."

You blinked. "So what should I think of?"

He smiled faintly. "Something older. Something quiet. Something that hides in plain sight."

That made no sense, but then again, none of this did. You stared at his wings again, trying not to gasp. The way they caught the light was like they weren't entirely real. Like they were stitched from light and air and secrets.

You stepped closer.

"Can I touch them?"

His breath hitched. His wings shivered once and flared out again without warning, catching you in a soft gust of wind. You froze, wide-eyed, and he laughed. Just a little, nervous and sweet.

"You're not scared?"

"I should be," you admitted. "But you caught me."

His face softened.

"I always would."

There was a strange ache in your chest. "Why are you going?"

Kai hesitated. "I moved here to get away from home. From rules. I've been hiding for almost two years. I use a charm. People don't really notice things they're not meant to."

"But I noticed you."

He looked at you, eyes like amethysts in the dark.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "You did."

You reached out, hesitating just before your fingers touched one of the wing's translucent edges.

"I've never seen anything so beautiful."

He looked like you'd slapped him and kissed him all at once.

"You should forget this," he whispered. "It's safer. Fae things... we don't belong in your world. And you almost died."

"But I didn't."

You stepped forward again, and this time, he didn't flinch when your fingertips met the edge of his wing.

It was cool and soft, and it hummed faintly beneath your touch, like a living instrument.

"You're not going to leave, are you?" you whispered.

His wings drooped slightly, the light fading.

"I’m suppose to. It's what I do when i like a place too much and get too close. It's what I'm supposed to do."

You were still touching him. One hand on his wing, the other now curled gently into the front of his hoodie.

"But you caught me."

"I couldn't let you fall," he said, almost to himself. "I would've broken the sky to catch you."

You didn't know what to say to that. It felt like something too big to hold with words.

Instead, you just whispered, "Stay."

His eyes fluttered shut, and when he opened them again, the wings were gone. Folded into nothingness like a dream slipping between fingers.

But he stayed close.

He stayed with you.

Later that night

when he walked you back to your apartment door, your legs still shaky, he hesitated in the hallway. Just like always, the picture of the sweet, polite neighbor you'd known.

But this time, when you turned back, he said, "If you want to see them again..."

You nodded.

"I do."

His smile this time wasn't secretive. It was luminous.

"I'll show you."

[tyuns-world]

🕯️Whispers after midnight 4 🕯️

pairing: ghost!reader x soobin

preview: she comes to him last, but soobin isn’t the type to waste his turn.

tags/warnings: fem reader, ghost!reader, soft supernatural elements, shy but bold ghost, possessive soft dom!soobin, body worship, nipple play, oral (f. receiving), wrist pinning, clit play, dirty talk, praise, face-down sex, ghost flicker/phantom touch imagery, deep penetration, multiple orgasms (f), overstimulation, creampie (m+f), light breeding talk/joke, post-sex intimacy, bittersweet ending

Wc: 1.8k

A/n: This is the last part of the four part series! I hope you all enjoyed

Soobin had been quietly listening from the sidelines. He heard every whispered story, every teasing comment about the ghost that had been visiting his friends. When it was finally his turn, a flicker of frustration crossed his face.

Last.

He'd have to make it count.

Then, as if she'd read his thoughts, she appeared.

She stood in the doorway like she belonged there. Like she'd always been there. Her curly hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her eyes were wide with something soft and searching. Something hopeful.

Soobin smiled slowly, stepping forward, his voice low and teasing. "I know what you're here for."

Her cheeks flushed deep pink. She glanced away, biting her lip, but the faint smile tugging at her mouth gave her away—shy, but pleased.

"I'm kind of pissed I was last," he murmured, gently tilting her chin until their eyes met. "But you're so beautiful, I'll let it slide."

The air in the room shifted—dense with anticipation, heat rising like steam.

He reached out slowly, letting his fingers hover just above her skin before settling lightly on her arm. He traced soft, idle circles, and she shivered beneath the touch.

"You're even more breathtaking than I imagined," he whispered.

But then the calm cracked. All the held-back want, the frustration, the late nights pretending he wasn't listening from his room—all of it surfaced at once.

His hands weren't careful anymore.

They grabbed at her, greedy and unsure, pulling her close like he was afraid she'd vanish. One hand slid over her thigh, fingers digging into soft flesh; the other cupped her breast, thumb swiping her nipple until she gasped.

"Fuck do that again." She arched toward him, brushing against his mouth this time.

"You don't know what you're doing to me," he muttered—half to himself, half to her. There was a wildness in him now.

He latched on with a groan, sucking her nipple through the thin fabric until it was damp. One hand braced beside her, the other slid lower, trembling slightly.

Then he grunted and grabbed the hem of her gown with both hands, fisting it hard, dragging it up and over her hips and waist—baring her slowly.

He didn't speak, didn't praise, didn't rush.

He just stared. Lips parted. Eyes wide. Like she'd knocked the breath out of him.

"So beautiful," he whispered

His fingers dipped between her thighs and came away slick, and he choked out a ragged moan. "Shit... you're this soaked already? I haven't even—" He broke off, jaw clenched. "Fuck."

He moved fast after that. Almost too fast. He laid her back like he couldn't survive another second without touching her the way he needed.

But first—his mouth.

He kissed down her clothed body slowly, then again, faster. The desperation slipped into every motion, every hot breath against her skin. He licked across her neck, over her hip, nipped at her thigh. She trembled, and he moaned.

"You're going to kill me," he groaned, dragging his mouth over her stomach, lower. "I can't be gentle. I don't think I can go slow."

She nodded, breathless.

That was all he needed.

He dropped to his knees and yanked her to the edge of the mattress, spreading her wide. Then his mouth was on her—hot, filthy, relentless.

He licked like he was starving.

Sharp flicks of his tongue turned into messy, desperate laps. His mouth sucked at her clit like it was the only thing keeping him alive. She moaned loudly, hips jerking, but he only gripped harder.

"Stay still," he panted. "Let me—let me make you fall apart."

She whimpered, threading her hands through his hair.

He didn't stop. He couldn't. He devoured her, moaning into her cunt, rutting his hips against the mattress like he could fuck the tension out of himself if he just kept tasting her.

And when her thighs began to tremble—when her back arched and her cries turned sharp—he still didn't stop. His tongue flattened, then circled, then flicked again.

She came hard.

A raw, broken moan ripped from her chest, and Soobin groaned like he felt it too—his whole body shuddering. He kept licking until she sagged back onto the mattress, almost lifeless and gasping.

He pulled back slowly. His face was slick, lips swollen, pupils blown wide.

He looked ruined.

Soobin climbed over her, moving slowly now—less frantic, more deliberate. His cock pressed against her entrance, heavy and leaking.

Then he pushed in—just the tip at first, then deeper, inch by inch. The stretch made her gasp, and he groaned right along with her, forehead falling to her shoulder.

"Fuck. You feel insane," he panted, voice cracking. "I need you—every inch of you."

He thrust forward hard, bottoming out in a single, brutal stroke. She cried out, legs wrapping around his waist. His hips stuttered before catching a rhythm—deep, steady, sharp.

Soobin gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head. He needed something to hold, something to anchor him so he didn't completely ruin her.

"I can't stop," he whispered raggedly. "You feel too good. I don't want to stop—"

Her moans spurred him on. He fucked her harder, every thrust chasing the high, every sound she made sinking into his bones.

"Say my name," he groaned. "Please. Say it."

"Soobin—oh my god—Soobin—"

"That's it," he breathed. "That's it, baby. Let me have you."

Her walls clenched tight around him and he broke. His rhythm turned erratic, breath coming in gasps, sweat dripping from his temple.

"Gonna fill you up," he moaned. "Please—take it. Take all of it—"

He came hard, buried deep inside her. His whole body locked up, groaning through gritted teeth, hips rocking through every last pulse of pleasure.

He didn't stop moving, didn't let go. His hands stayed on her thighs, his mouth pressed to her neck, his cock still buried deep, grinding more weakly now.

He panted against her skin, then kissed her once, soft and slow. "You're not going anywhere," he whispered, voice hoarse.

He was overstimulated, but he was still so hard, and she was still so wet. He needed more—almost as if addicted, as if possessed. He needed to fill her again, to feel her again, and more.

He pulled out and finally asked, "Take your dress off, please."

The ghost knelt on the bed and pulled the dress over her head. He could finally see her in all her curvy, beautiful glory, and he was hooked. He never imagined that seeing her naked would feel dirtier than fucking her with her dress on.

"You're godsent... or a devil. I'm not sure which," he murmured.

She blushed, a little shy under his intense look, but found a spark of boldness and pulled him into a hot, heavy kiss. Soobin was so wrecked and still hard that he whined and moaned into it.

As they slowly parted, he softly maneuvered her so she was face-down in his bed, her ass pressed flush against his cock. He almost came again at the sight.

He mashed and squeezed her ass as she rolled her hips back against him, wanting more. She had been so close to a second orgasm earlier, and she didn't want to let it go.

He kneaded her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft curve just above her ass, and she arched for him—arched in that way that seemed impossible for someone with bones. Her body moved like water, fluid and weightless, her skin cool against his fever-hot palms.

"Soobin..." she breathed, and even her voice had that faint echo, like it was coming from the edge of a dream.

He slid back into her in one slow, deliberate push, and she gasped, the sound catching in her throat. Her body clung to him like silk soaked in heat, impossibly tight despite the way she seemed to flicker around him.

"God, you feel unreal every time," he groaned, hands gripping her waist hard enough that, if she were flesh and blood, she'd bruise all over again.

He drove into her, hips snapping forward, and each thrust sent a ripple through her. She clutched the sheets, fingers curling like she could anchor herself to the living world just long enough to take every inch of him.

Her breath quickened, sharp and shallow. She pushed back against him, desperate, chasing that last trembling thread of release.

"So close," she whispered, the sound hitching into a moan when his hand slid between her thighs, fingers circling her clit with ruthless precision.

"Soobin—"

"That's it. Come for me," he urged, voice low and wrecked. "I want to feel you lose it."

Her body clenched hard around him, a shudder rolling through her that made the air in the room feel colder and heavier. She cried out, every pulse of pleasure making her finish all around him.

Soobin held her through it, fucking her slow and deep until the aftershocks had her trembling. He bent over her back, mouth at her ear, murmuring, "Me too... I wanna finish again. Please. Fuck."

He gripped her hips tighter, pulling her back onto him with every hard, deep thrust. The bed shook beneath them, her form rippling faintly in the low light with each snap of his hips.

She didn't just take it—she met him stroke for stroke, fucking herself back onto him, rolling her hips so he hit her exactly where she wanted. Every time he sank to the hilt, she clenched down on him like she was trying to pull the release out of him by force.

"Soobin..." she breathed, her voice curling in his ears like smoke.

"Fuck—don't stop," he groaned, forehead pressed to her spine, sweat dripping onto her cool skin. His thrusts grew harder, messier, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.

She gave him everything—tight, pulsing, unyielding—until his hips stuttered and a guttural sound tore from his throat. He came hard, buried deep inside her, holding her flush against him while his release spilled into her. His grip on her waist trembled as he rocked through the aftershocks, refusing to let go until the last wave faded.

When he finally pulled out, chest heaving, he collapsed onto the mattress beside her. A crooked smile tugged at his lips as he asked, breathless, "Ghosts can't get pregnant, right?"

She smirked faintly, settling on her side to face him. "Not that I've heard of."

He chuckled weakly, the exhaustion settling into his limbs as they lay there, their breathing slowly syncing.

Soobin's eyes drifted shut, sleep pulling him under almost immediately. She stayed beside him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, the calm that replaced the wrecked desperation from minutes ago.

Her gaze softened. "I'll miss this dorm," she whispered to herself

[tyuns-world]

🕯️Whispers after midnight 3 🕯️

pairing: ghost!reader x beomgyu

preview: it starts with steam and skin—beomgyu fresh from the shower, towel slung low, all smirk and suspicion. he doesn’t believe in ghosts. not until he sees you.

tags/warnings: fem reader, black-coded reader, soft supernatural elements, shy ghost, cocky soft dom!beomgyu, body worship, oral (f. receiving), nipple play, vibrator use, orgasm denial (multiple), begging, overstimulation, fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), creampie, cum play

wc: 1k

a/n: This will be a four-part series, with each member receiving a special visit, so stay tuned.

It started with disbelief.

Beomgyu hadn't believed a single word of it.

Taehyun and Hueningkai had been whispering for days, voices lowered behind half-closed doors, snickering about some ghost who'd done more than just haunt their dorm.

Yeonjun hadn't laughed at all. Just secret knowing smirks.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, had rolled his eyes. The idea of some sex-crazed spirit floating through their dorm like an incubus in a white nightdress? Hilarious. Entertaining. Totally fake.

At least… until she showed up.

He'd just stepped out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, hair dripping onto his collarbones, when he saw her. She was standing timidly near the window, bathed in moonlight like she belonged to it.

Curly hair, soft eyes, a full body wrapped in that infamous white gown he'd heard about secondhand for too long.

Beomgyu blinked, then smirked.

"Well, shit," he muttered, dragging the towel up over his head to dry his hair, leaving him stark naked without a hint of shame. "So you are real."

Her eyes flicked downward instinctively — and immediately darted away again. Color rose to her cheeks, her hands curling at her sides. She looked like she’d bolt if he moved too fast.

He grinned wider, unbothered by her shyness. "Ah… so you're the sex ghost."

She looked down, clearly flustered, the nickname making her squirm. Beomgyu laughed softly, light and teasing.

"Hey now," he said, stepping forward with deliberate ease. "Don't get all shy on me. You've been making your rounds, haven't you? Why skip me?"

She blinked up at him, lips parting slightly. "I didn't skip you…"

"Oh?" He tilted his head, now standing toe-to-toe. "Then what took you so long?"

She looked like she didn't know how to answer.

He used the silence, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear, fingertips grazing her cheek with slow, unhurried precision.

"You're prettier up close," he murmured. "Soft, too." His fingers traced the curve of her jaw, then down her throat. "They didn't do you justice."

She shivered under his touch, eyes fixed on his mouth now.

"You don't talk much, huh?" he asked, voice low. "That's okay. You don't need to."

He leaned in, lips brushing her earlobe. "I'll make you loud."

She gasped, breath catching.

Beomgyu stepped back just enough to slide her nightdress off her shoulders. The fabric slipped slowly, revealing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her thighs. Every inch of her was glowing in the moonlight.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You're unreal."

He led her toward the bed, not gently but not rough either, just enough pressure on her hips to let her know he was in control. When she hit the edge of the mattress, he pushed her down, flipping her so her back bounced against the mattress, curls fanning out like a halo.

Beomgyu climbed over her like he had all night.

"Let's see what you're hiding," he said, dragging his tongue along her collarbone. "Bet you're sensitive everywhere."

She whimpered when he pinched her nipple, firm and deliberate. He chuckled, then leaned down to take one between his lips, sucking slow and wet until it peaked. Then he moved to the other, giving it the same treatment.

"You like that?" he asked, smug. "God, you're easy. One touch and you're already squirming."

His hand moved down, grazing her stomach, settling between her thighs. He spread them wide, making her gasp.

He reached into the drawer beside his bed and pulled out a slim, pale pink vibrator.

She stared at it, then at him, and whimpered.

Beomgyu smirked. "Aw. Scared?"

She shook her head.

"Good. Because I'm not being gentle tonight."

He turned it on. The hum started low, steady. He dragged it up the inside of her thigh, just enough to make her twitch.

But he didn’t give her what she wanted.

Instead, he teased the crease of her hip, the edge of her stomach, the sensitive skin near her folds — but never her clit.

She moaned softly, hips lifting.

"Ah, ah," he said. "No moving. You don't cum until I say so."

He let the toy graze her clit for a split second, and she gasped, body jerking.

He laughed under his breath. "Sensitive there, huh?"

Then he pressed it back, more firmly this time.

She shuddered. Her breathing changed, thighs tensed, back arched.

He pulled it away.

"Nope," he said flatly. "Too soon."

She whimpered.

"Aww," he mocked, leaning over her to pinch her nipples again, rolling them between his fingers. "You're shaking already? I've barely even started."

He turned the toy back on, pressing it between her folds again, this time a little longer, letting it buzz against her clit until her legs trembled — then stopped. Again.

And again.

By the fourth time, she was crying, real tears slipping down her cheeks, a sob catching in her throat.

"Please," she whispered. "Please, Beomgyu. Let me cum. I can't—"

"Ohh," he groaned, satisfied. "Now that's what I wanted to hear."

He dropped the toy for a moment, shifting forward between her legs. Kneeling now, he gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him, lining himself up. Then he clicked the vibrator to its highest setting and held it to her clit.

He thrust inside her in one deep motion.

She cried out, loud and broken.

Beomgyu growled, pushing the toy back against her clit as he started to move. Both sensations hit her at once — cock and vibrator — overwhelming.

"You're gonna cum for me now," he said, hips snapping hard. "You're gonna fall apart on my cock like a good fucking girl."

Her hands clawed at the sheets. Her legs shook with every thrust. The vibrator buzzed mercilessly against her swollen clit while he drove into her again and again.

He leaned down and bit her nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he groaned against her chest. Her body was heat and sweat and trembling limbs.

"Fucking take it," he snarled. "Take all of it. Cum for me now."

She shattered.

Her orgasm hit so violently she screamed, back arched, thighs locking around him. She sobbed as her body convulsed beneath his.

Beomgyu cursed and slammed into her deeper, groaning as he came inside her with a rough moan, hips jerking as he emptied himself.

He stayed there, still hard, still inside, breathing heavy.

The vibrator buzzed softly between them, her body twitching in the aftermath. When he finally clicked it off and tossed it aside, he looked down at her, flushed and wrecked and shining with sweat.

He grinned, smug and gleaming.

"See?" he whispered, brushing her damp hair from her face. "Told you I'd make you loud."

[tyuns-world]

🕯️Whispers After Midnight 2 🕯️

pairing: ghost!reader x Yeonjun

preview: She was supposed to be a dream, something the others made up in whispers and fantasies. But when Yeonjun sees her for himself, all soft curves and wide eyes, he makes it his mission to show her just how real he can feel.

tags/warnings: fem reader, black-coded reader, soft supernatural elements, hard dom yeonjun, shy ghost, oral (m. and f. receiving), no protection used

wc: 1.2k

a/n: This will be a four-part series, with each member receiving a special visit, so stay tuned.

It started with whispers.

Not from the boys — though Yeonjun had noticed how weirdly soft and smug Taehyun and Hueningkai had been acting lately. Inside jokes. Shared looks. Like they were hiding something.

Whatever it was, it had Yeonjun irritated.

Not jealous. No, definitely not that. He wasn't the type to get jealous over... well, over nothing.

But still — when he found himself awake at 2:13 a.m., scrolling through his phone for the fifth time, he couldn't help but think about the rumor Taehyun had started. The ghost girl. The one no one else had seen.

"She's real," Taehyun had said, eyes dark, too serious. "And she's hot."

Yeonjun had rolled his eyes then. But now...?

He sighed and flopped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, arm resting over his forehead.

That's when he felt it.

The change in the air.

A hush.

Like the moment before a storm — or a kiss.

Yeonjun sat up slowly, skin prickling. "...Hello?"

Nothing.

He shook his head, scoffing at himself.

But then she appeared.

No creak. No cold draft. Just... there. By the door. Her white gown glowing faintly in the moonlight leaking through the blinds, wild curls casting shadows over her face.

She looked shy. But not scared.

Yeonjun blinked.

"What the fuck," he whispered, stunned.

And she smiled.

Her smile was slow — small at first, like she wasn't sure she should be there.

Yeonjun stayed frozen on the bed, gaze locked on her. His heart kicked hard in his chest.

"You're real," he said quietly. "You're actually fucking real."

She nodded once, curls shifting over her shoulder.

His throat worked. "And you're the same ghost Taehyun wouldn't shut up about, huh?"

"I didn't think you'd see me," she whispered, stepping a little closer. "But after last time... I wanted to try."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Last time?"

A flush bloomed across her chest. "With Kai. And Taehyun."

His breath caught, and suddenly all those looks, the smug little grins, the inside jokes—it all clicked.

Yeonjun licked his lips slowly. "So that's what they've been hiding."

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything," she said, fidgeting with the hem of her gown. "I just wanted to see you. Just once."

He tilted his head. "Why me?"

She paused. "Because... you're always the hardest to read."

That made him smile, slow and dangerous.

"You wanted to figure me out?" he said, voice low. "That why you showed up in my room wearing that?"

She looked down at the white nightgown, sheer enough to reveal the soft swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, the shadows between her thighs. "I don't exactly get to choose."

Yeonjun slid to the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, smirking. "You sure about that? Because it really looks like you came here to be touched."

She shivered.

"You can be touched, right?" he asked, already knowing the answer, eyes traveling down her body.

"I can," she whispered. "If you want to."

He stood, tall and slow and controlled, crossing the small distance between them until he was right in front of her. He lifted his hand, brushing a single finger beneath her chin. Her skin was soft — so warm it shocked him.

"Then be a good girl and let me," he said.

She gasped.

He slid his hand along her jaw, then down her neck. "They fucked you, didn't they?" he murmured. "Taehyun and Kai."

She nodded, lips parting.

"But not like I will," he said, hand fisting gently in her hair to tilt her head back. "You have no idea what you walked into tonight, do you?"

Her thighs pressed together. "Then... show me."

He grinned. "Take off your gown."

She hesitated — but only for a breath.

Then she slid the straps down her shoulders and let the fabric fall, leaving her bare under the moonlight.

Yeonjun's eyes dragged over her. "Fuck," he said under his breath. "Look at you."

His hand came up to cup one heavy breast, thumb brushing over her nipple, watching it stiffen. "They don't make ghosts like you."

She moaned softly, leaning into his touch.

"You're already needy, aren't you?" he said, squeezing her breast harder. "Already dripping."

Her breath hitched.

He took a step closer, pressing her back until her spine met the wall. "You want to be touched, used, ruined by me?"

She nodded.

"Say it."

"I want you," she breathed. "I want you to ruin me."

"On your knees," Yeonjun said, his voice calm — too calm. "Now."

She dropped to the floor like gravity pulled her, eyes wide, breath trembling. The hardwood was cool beneath her knees, but the way he looked at her? That burned.

He stepped close, slow and steady, unbuttoning his sleep pants just enough to pull himself free — thick, flushed, already heavy with need.

"Open," he ordered.

She did.

He groaned at the sight of her lips wrapping around his tip, tongue flicking softly, then sliding deeper. One hand gripped the back of her head, fingers threading through her curls. The other cupped his shaft, controlling the rhythm.

"Fuck, that mouth..." he whispered, hips rolling forward just enough to feel the heat of her throat.

She sucked harder, taking more of him, moaning softly like she was the one getting off. Yeonjun tilted his head, watching her — and that's when he noticed.

Her hips moved. Subtle, at first. Then more deliberate.

He followed the motion down and saw it: one leg bent, heel dragging up between her thighs, rocking slowly against her soaked center. She was fucking herself on her foot, desperate and quiet, all while sucking him deeper into her mouth.

Yeonjun laughed low — not mocking, just in disbelief. "You really are filthy."

She whimpered around him.

"That desperate to cum you'll ride your heel just to get off while sucking my cock?"

She moaned again, louder this time, and he pulled her off with a wet pop, staring down at her flushed, needy face.

"You think Taehyun and Kai ever watched you like this?" he asked, eyes dark. "Think they could've handled it?"

She blinked up at him, dazed. "No—"

"Damn right they couldn't," he growled. "You need someone who knows what to do with you. Someone who knows how to use every inch of that needy little body."

He hauled her up without warning, pushing her back onto the bed. Her legs fell open automatically, desperate, aching.

"Look at this pussy," he said, spreading her lips with his fingers, watching how she clenched around nothing. "Fucking soaked. For me."

She writhed. "Please—"

He dropped to his knees between her thighs, mouth already claiming her. His tongue was hot, precise — curling over her clit, then sliding down to her entrance, fucking into her with slow, filthy strokes.

She gasped, hips bucking, thighs trembling.

"You taste like sin," he muttered into her, then sucked hard on her clit until her back arched.

She was close, so close — hands tangled in his hair, heel digging into the mattress, her cries spilling out louder with every second.

And then he pulled away.

She almost sobbed.

Yeonjun climbed over her, stroking himself, lining up. "You want it?"

"Yes," she begged. "Please—please, Yeonjun—"

He slammed into her with one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed — back arching, nails clawing at his shoulders.

"That's it," he snarled. "That's what you needed, right? Not soft fingers. Not gentle hands."

He fucked her hard, deep, unforgiving. Each thrust pushed her higher on the bed, and she took it all — whining, moaning, begging.

"Tell me they didn't fuck you like this," he demanded, hand around her throat, not squeezing — just holding. "Tell me they didn't stretch you like I do."

"They didn't—" she gasped. "God, Yeonjun, no one—fuck—no one feels like you—"

"Say it," he growled, hips slamming into hers. "Say you need me."

"I need you—need your cock, need the way you fuck me—"

"Damn right you do," he hissed, leaning down to bite her shoulder, his pace brutal. "You think this pussy belongs to you now? It's mine. You come to me when you want to be filled."

She cried out, falling apart under him, pleasure crashing like lightning through her whole body.

He wasn't far behind — grinding deep, groaning against her neck as he came inside her with a curse, hips jerking until he was spent.

When he pulled out, he watched it — his cum dripping from her swollen folds.

"Next time you get curious," he said, brushing hair from her face, "you come here first. Understand?"

She nodded, barely able to focus to keep up her breathing.

He smiled. "Good girl."

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🕯️Whispers After Midnight 🕯️

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyun x hueningkai

preview: it starts with a chill at 2 a.m.—then a figure in the moonlight. soft curls. flushed cheeks. a nightgown like fog. taehyun sees you first, and he can’t stop thinking about it. about you. the girl who shouldn’t exist but keeps coming back.

tags/warnings: fem reader, black-coded reader, soft supernatural elements, voyeur moment, shy ghost, body worship, soft dom!taehyun, eager!kai, double worship, oral (f.receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (m+f), handjob, cum on body, creampie, praise, overstimulation, soft aftercare

wc: 1.6k

a/n: This will be a four-part series with each member getting a special visit, so stay tuned.

It started with the cold.

Not the kind that crept under doors or leaked from old pipes — this chill had weight, presence. Taehyun noticed it first, standing barefoot in the dorm kitchen past 2 a.m., sipping water under the hum of the fridge. The air shifted behind him.

And when he turned, he saw her.

Not a shadow. Not a blur. A woman.

She stood near the hallway, bathed in moonlight — her figure solid, her hair falling in rich spirals down her back, her body wrapped in a thin, white nightdress that clung like dew on skin. She wasn't floating. She was there. Breathing. Her full chest rose and fell gently. Her thighs peeked from beneath the hem of the gown with every movement. Taehyun blinked, and she blinked back — startled, like she didn't expect to be seen.

Then she vanished.

The next morning, he could barely keep it in.

"She was gorgeous," he said, pacing. "Like, painfully gorgeous. Thick curls, full lips, everything soft and—God—right there. I thought I was dreaming."

"You're saying we're haunted by a hot ghost?" Beomgyu asked, grinning wide, shirtless and unbothered.

Yeonjun raised a brow. "What kind of hot?"

"Like... pin-you-down-and-ride-you hot," Taehyun said, dead serious. "But she was shy. Blushed when she saw me looking."

"Blushed?" Soobin echoed. "She's corporeal?"

"She had tits," Taehyun said, hands gesturing wildly. "You don't blush if you're a projection."

The others didn’t buy it—joking that maybe he’d just had a really vivid wet dream. But Taehyun knew what he saw.

The dorm was quiet. Hueningkai’s side of the room was cluttered with plushies, his nightlight casting a soft glow. Taehyun lay awake, staring at the ceiling, heartbeat loud in his chest.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Then — a breeze. Cold but soft. The faintest creak.

She was standing near the foot of his bed.

That same nightgown, translucent in places, the hem floating just barely above the floor. Her curls framed her face, soft, and beautiful. This close, he saw how her lips parted when she breathed — if she even needed to breathe.

Taehyun sat up slowly, gaze locked on the ghost standing near the foot of his bed, bathed in the soft gold of Hueningkai's nightlight.

She looked at him. Not through him. At him.

“Kai,” Taehyun said gently, “don’t freak out.”

Hueningkai stirred, blinked, then jolted upright.

“What the—! Who—”

The ghost stepped back slightly, startled.

“Wait,” Taehyun said, hand out. “It’s her. The ghost. I told you.”

“You weren’t kidding?!” Kai whispered, half-hiding behind his blanket.

She tilted her head, curls swaying, watching them curiously. A little nervously.

“She’s not scary,” Taehyun murmured, staring at her. “She’s beautiful.”

Her cheeks flushed. Her gaze dropped.

“You’re not here to haunt us, are you?” Hueningkai asked cautiously.

She shook her head. Her voice, when it came, was soft. “I just wanted to see you again.”

That made Taehyun’s lips curl. “Me?”

"Can you... see me?" she asked quietly, hopeful.

"I really can," Taehyun whispered back. "You're real. You're... here."

She took a shaky step closer, eyes wide with wonder. "Can you feel me?"

He hesitated — not out of fear, but awe. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out. His hand hovered for a beat, then touched her cheek.

She gasped.

Her skin almost felt warm beneath his palm, smooth and soft. She wasn't some flickering illusion. She was solid, hot, blushing.

"You're... touchable?" Hueningkai said from the other bed, voice small and unsure.

"Try," she said, breathless, blinking down at him like she couldn't believe it either.

Kai reached up tentatively, brushing two fingers along the side of her throat.

Her reaction was immediate.

She sucked in a sharp breath, knees almost buckling, lips parting around a soft, desperate whimper.

Both boys froze.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, wide-eyed.

"I—I'm sorry. That spot's... it's... sensitive," she mumbled behind her fingers, cheeks warming.

Taehyun swallowed hard. His hand was still on her face. "Don't apologize."

Hueningkai looked stunned. "That was... really hot."

She blinked, flustered, backing away. "I should go. I didn't mean to—"

"No!" Taehyun moved fast, catching her wrist. "Don't. Please stay."

She looked down at where he held her.

"I didn't know you could feel like that," Kai said softly. "That we could... make you feel things."

"I didn't either," she admitted. "I've never—no one's ever seen me. Touched me. Not in a long time."

Taehyun's voice dropped. "Do you want to be touched?"

She hesitated. Her thighs pressed together subtly. Her lashes dropped.

"I want to know what it's like.” she said, almost ashamed.

Kai was still watching her like she was made of starlight. "We could show you."

Her breath hitched. She didn’t need to breathe but it was comforting to.

"I meant what I said," Taehyun murmured, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "You're beautiful. Curvy. Real. Every inch of you makes me want to touch more."

Her lips parted, trembling.

Kai stood slowly, walking over. She turned toward him, nervous again. "You really don't mind?"

"I can only think about that sound you made right now," he admitted, cheeks flushing.

She laughed, flustered but delighted. "I didn't mean to—"

"Can you make it again?" Taehyun asked, voice low, teasing.

She looked between them, chest rising and falling. "Only if you touch me again."

Taehyun stepped behind her, palms sliding around her waist, fingers digging gently into her soft hips. She shivered.

Kai stood in front of her now, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Can we take off your gown?"

She nodded, breathless.

Taehyun lifted the hem slowly, the fabric cool and ghostly, but the skin underneath warm and solid. It slipped off her body like mist, pooling to the floor.

Both boys exhaled.

She was fully nude. Glowing in the low light. Breasts heavy and flushed, hips soft and thick, thighs that begged to be touched.

Kai reached for her first this time — both hands on her waist, then sliding up to cup her breasts. She gasped again, hips jerking forward.

Taehyun leaned in, kissing the back of her neck. "You can tell us what feels good. We'll listen."

Kai bent slightly, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She whimpered, fingers digging into his hair.

"Like that?" he asked.

She nodded, moaning again when Taehyun's hand slid down between her thighs from behind, brushing over her already soaked folds.

"You're dripping," he whispered, stunned. "You really can feel it all."

"It's so much," she gasped.

"Too much?" Kai asked, lips gliding down her belly.

"No," she breathed. "More."

Her body trembled as Taehyun kissed up her spine, holding her close from behind. His hands slid down her soft waist, over the gentle curve of her hips, until his fingers found her soaked folds again.

"Still so wet," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

They guided her to the bed, laying her out between them.

Kai knelt beside her, eyes fixed on her flushed, trembling body, lips parted in awe. “Let me feel you too.”

She nodded, reaching out for him.

While Taehyun aligned himself, sliding the thick head of his cock slowly through her folds, she wrapped her fingers around Kai's length.

He hissed softly through his teeth. "Fuck..."

She gave a tentative stroke — slow and smooth, her grip exploring his size, weight, warmth. Kai exhaled, hips twitching into her palm.

Taehyun pushed forward then — one long, slow thrust — and she gasped, hips lifting to meet him.

"Oh my god—" she cried out, head falling back.

"You feel that?" Taehyun grunted, bottoming out inside her. "How full you are?"

She nodded frantically, eyes fluttering shut. Her hand on Kai didn't stop — she squeezed him again, thumb teasing the sensitive underside.

"Fuck, just like that," Kai murmured, watching her face twist with pleasure as Taehyun started to move.

Her whole body rocked with the force of his thrusts, breasts bouncing softly as he buried himself again and again. Taehyun leaned over her, one hand tangled in her curls, the other gripping her waist hard enough to bruise.

"You're so perfect," he growled. "Tight, wet, taking every inch."

Her strokes on Kai grew slower, more deliberate. She looked up at him, lips parted, breath shaky.

"You look so good," Kai said, groaning when she twisted her wrist mid-stroke. "Your hand feels so good. Fuck."

Taehyun's pace picked up, cock dragging in and out of her with slick, rhythmic sounds that echoed in the quiet room.

"You're close, aren't you?" he whispered, breath warm against her ear. "Clenching so tight around me."

She moaned in answer.

Kai bit his lip, staring down at the way her hand worked his cock — wet now with his own precum, her strokes smoother, teasing. She thumbed the slit at the tip and he gasped.

"Shit—fuck, I'm gonna—" Kai groaned.

"Come on her," Taehyun says, voice low and commanding. "She wants it. Don't you?"

She nodded again, breathless. "Yes—"

Kai barely held back as he gripped the base of his cock and let go, thick streams spilling across her face, her breasts, warm and messy. She gasped at the heat of it, licking her lips without thinking.

Taehyun groaned at the sight, hips slamming harder now, chasing his own high as she trembled beneath him.

"You like that?" he whispered, fucking into her deeper. "Getting used like this? Covered, filled—everything?"

She nodded desperately, fingers clutching the sheets. "I want it—I want all of it."

Taehyun bent low, kissing the side of her mouth, her jaw, her throat, his hips relentless now.

"I'm gonna fill you up," he growled. "You're gonna take it all."

Her walls fluttered around him — and she came, crying out, body jerking.

Taehyun cursed, then buried himself deep, spilling inside her with a moan so low it made her toes curl.

They collapsed together, breathless and flushed — Kai leaning down to kiss her forehead, wiping her face gently with a shirt, smiling when she kissed his palm.

"You're incredible," he whispered.

She was glowing.

And she wasn't leaving this dorm anytime soon

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Yeonjun having a song called ghost girl on the album as I’ve been writing a ghost girl fanfic … fate?

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Bigger for you

Paring: fem! Reader x bf! Beomgyu

Genre: Fluff, smut

Warnings: slightly suggestive, established relationship, size kink

Summary: Beomgyu’s been filling out lately—broader, stronger, quieter in his confidence. You try not to stare. He notices anyway. And when he finally pulls you into his arms, it’s all over.

Beomgyu used to be on the lean side—tight abs, long limbs, soft lines. You'd always loved the way he looked, how his shirts draped just right over his body, how he could wrap himself around you like a blanket when you cuddled. But lately...

Lately, something had changed.

It started small. A little more definition in his forearms when he lifted a mug. A tighter fit in his shirts. A grunt under his breath when he stretched. Then came the gym pics. Then the protein shakes. Then, finally, the tank tops.

And God, those tank tops.

You sat on the couch in one of his old ones now, scrolling aimlessly while he stood in front of the mirror, drying his hair. His back was broad. His arms—those arms—looked like they could pin you down with no effort.

You bit your lip.

"Why are you staring?" he asked without turning.

"I'm not," you lied immediately.

He turned around, grinning. "You're totally staring. Is it the arms again?"

You tried to act cool. "What arms?"

Beomgyu laughed, walking over and flexing just a little as he reached for your hand. "These ones. The ones you keep eye-fucking when you think I'm not looking."

Your face flushed hot. "I do not—"

"You do," he teased, dropping down on the couch next to you and wrapping one heavy arm around your waist. "You like that I've been working out, huh?"

You tried to play it off, but he leaned in close, voice dropping just a little. "You want me to use it on you?"

You nearly choked. "What—no—I mean—"

"Ohhh," he laughed, his eyes lighting up. "You do. That's what this is about. You want me to throw you around a little."

You covered your face with your hands. "Shut up."

He was grinning like a kid in a candy store. "Why didn't you just say so? Babe, I would've started bench pressing you months ago."

You peeked through your fingers, heart hammering as he suddenly stood and bent down, arms sliding under your legs and back.

"Beomgyu—"

"Shh," he grinned, effortlessly lifting you into his arms like you weighed nothing. "I'm strong now, remember?"

You clung to him, half-flustered, half-thrilled, completely turned on.

"I could totally pin you right here," he whispered playfully, kneeling on the couch with you cradled against him. "Just hold you down and kiss you until you forgot your name."

Your breath caught. "Then do it."

He stared at you for a beat, then smiled like he was already picturing it. "You sure?"

You nodded.

He laid you down gently, hovering over you, his biceps framing your head as he dipped down to kiss you. Soft at first—sweet and teasing—then a little deeper, a little hungrier.

His hands skimmed your waist, squeezing just a little tighter than usual. His thigh slipped between yours.

"You're really into this, huh?" he murmured against your lips.

You whimpered, breathless. "I like feeling small next to you."

"Mm." He kissed your neck, smirking. "Then you're gonna love what I do next time I get you in bed."

He didn't mean to say it like a promise—but the way your whole body reacted said you hoped it was.

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Pairing: fem! Reader × Rockstar! Huening kai

Part one

Warnings: Smut

Summary: He was supposed to sit still and let you do your job. Instead he smirked touched teased and you let him. Now you're pressed against the vanity forgetting every rule you swore you'd follow.

The photoshoot ran long.

You stayed behind much longer than needed, pretending to clean your brushes, organize palettes.. anything to distract from the lingering burn of Kai’s hands on your skin. The room still smelled like him: peppermint, cologne, and something sharper, darker. You weren’t flustered. You were a professional. This was just work.

You just… weren’t used to your clients looking at you like they wanted to ruin you.

The door opened without a knock.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

“I told you this wasn’t over.”

Kai’s voice was smoother now, but no less dangerous. You caught his reflection in the mirror jacket slung loose over his frame, hair messier than before. His eyes locked onto yours, heat simmering just beneath the surface.

“Kai,” you warned, but it came out weaker than intended.

“Relax,” he said, moving closer. “I’m just here to thank you properly.”

Your eyes flicked to the clock. “Other workers will start coming in soon.”

“Then we’ll make it quick.”

Kai tilted his head, stepping closer until your body’s nearly touched.

You felt him before he made contact. His body radiated warmth, his breath ghosting over the side of your neck like a promise. You didn't move. Couldn't. Your pulse thundered beneath your skin, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

His hand found your hip first. He was slow, deliberate, and his rings were cold against your skin where your shirt had ridden up.

“Still tense,” he murmured, fingers tightening slightly. “Want me to help with that?”

You tried to steady your voice. “Is this your thing? You flirt with every stylist who lines your eyes?”

“No,” he said simply. His lips brushed your ear. “Just the ones who look like they’d sound so fucking pretty when they fall apart.”

You exhaled sharply, more reaction than answer.

His hand slid up, under your shirt this time, palm grazing your stomach before he paused just below your chest. Waiting. Testing.

You didn’t stop him.

“Kai,” you breathed, leaning back into him.

“Mmh. There’s that voice again.”

He pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck, open mouthed and lingering. Then another, lower, as his fingers brushed the lace of your bra.

You turned in his grip, facing him fully now. His eyes were dark, pupils blown, mouth curved into that damn smirk.

“You gonna stop me?” he asked, voice low, rough.

Instead, you grabbed a fistful of his jacket and pulled him in, crashing your mouth to his. The kiss wasn’t sweet no no it was wild, messy, full of teeth and want. His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding down to your thighs, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

Your back hit the vanity again, hard. He pulled your leg around his waist, grinding against you in slow, punishing rolls. Your skirt rode up your thighs, and he didn’t waste time. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, dragging your underwear down in one rough motion. You gasped into his mouth, your hands yanking at his belt, fumbling with the buckle until it came loose.

He cursed under his breath, biting your bottom lip before pulling back just enough to look at you. “Condom?”

You reached into your purse without breaking eye contact, dragging one out from the hidden zipper pocket. His brows raised, amused. “You always come prepared?”

“I have a life.” You shrug

Kai huffed a dark laugh, snatching it from your fingers. He turned you effortlessly, pressing your chest to the vanity mirror. You braced yourself on the cool glass, watching him through your reflection as he pushed your skirt higher, teeth sinking into his bottom lip like he was restraining himself.

You felt the heat of him behind you, the sound of foil tearing, the rough glide of his palm down your spine as he lined himself up.

Then—

He pushed in, slow but deep, and your eyes fluttered shut as your mouth fell open in a sharp gasp.

“Fuck,” Kai growled, gripping your hips like he was anchoring himself. “So tight…”

You barely had time to adjust before he began to move, hips snapping against you in firm, controlled thrusts. Each one knocked the air from your lungs, your hands gripping the vanity edge until your knuckles turned white.

You met him stroke for stroke, every drag of him inside you blurring the line between pain and pleasure. He was ruthless, one hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your head so you could see your wrecked expression in the mirror.

“Look at you,” he hissed, voice right in your ear. “You fucking love this.”

Your answer was a broken moan, your thighs trembling as he angled his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot again and again. Your nails clawed at the counter as your body jolting with every thrust.

“Say it,” he demanded, lips brushing your jaw. “Say you want this.”

You moaned louder, arching into him. “I want it. I want .. fuck .. you.”

“That’s more like it.”

His pace grew brutal, relentless, and all you could do was take it. The sounds filling the room were obscene skin against skin, your ragged breathing, his soft curses as he buried himself in you over and over.

Your release crept up fast and sharp

“Kai—I’m—” you choked out, barely able to finish before your body snapped. You clenched around him, crying out his name as waves of heat crashed through you.

He followed seconds later, hips stuttering, grip bruising your hips as he groaned deep and low against your neck, finishing with a final hard thrust.

The sound your heavy ragged breathing filled the room

He pulled out slowly, steadying you when your legs nearly gave out. You braced yourself against the vanity. Your makeup was smudged and your body humming with aftershocks.

“I’ll be expecting a touch-up before my next schedule” he said brushing his lips on your shoulder as he smirked.

You scoffed, reaching for your makeup brush like nothing had happened. “Next time, don’t mess up your eyeliner.”

His smirk widened.

“No promises.”

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rockstar!Hyuka is soooo great, im in love with the style of writing like IS IT REAL <3

Omg, thank you so much! I'm still finding my style and trying new things, so this really means a lot to me.

[tyuns-world]

hii i want to know what you think (nsfw) abt beomgyu begin obsessed with a brunette nerd girl that have long hair and bayonetta glasses and its very very very shy 😞

Beomgyu wasn’t exactly a lost cause, but math? That was a whole other universe. So when she offered to tutor him, the quiet brunette with long dark hair and slim rectangular glasses, he couldn’t say no. Not because he was struggling, but because every excuse to be near her was worth it.

She was all nerves and soft smiles, tucking her hair behind one ear, eyes flickering up through those sleek frames whenever she thought he wasn’t watching. And God, he was watching. Every subtle glance, every little bite of her lip when she explained a problem—he memorized it like a damn anthem.

At first, the sessions were all numbers and equations, the silence between them filled with scribbled notes and tentative questions. But the way her hands moved, light, precise, occasionally brushing his when she corrected his grip on the pencil, sent sparks shooting straight through his veins.

One afternoon, as she leaned in to point at his notebook, her hair fell forward, brushing against his cheek. Beomgyu’s breath hitched, and he caught himself staring a little too long, just taking in the soft curve of her jaw and the way her lips parted slightly when she spoke.

She looked up suddenly, eyes wide behind those glasses. “Something wrong?”

He shook his head, voice low. “Nothing. Just… lucky, I guess.”

She blinked, and the faintest pink bloomed on her cheeks. “For what?”

“You”

The air shifted.

His hand found hers on the table, fingers curling gently around her wrist. She didn’t pull away or even flinch.

“Let me show you something,” he whispered, voice husky, leaning closer.

Her breath hitched as he traced a slow line from her wrist to the back of her hand, thumb circling softly.

The math problems melted away, replaced by the heat radiating between them.

You don’t know who moves first. Maybe it’s you, tired of pretending to ignore the way he looks at you. Maybe it’s him, finally snapping after weeks of holding back. But the moment Beomgyu grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap, the air goes still.

There’s nothing soft in the way his hands grip your body. Nothing patient in the way his mouth crashes into yours.

He kisses like a man starved, all teeth and tongue and desperation. You whimper into it, overwhelmed by the sheer heat of him, the way his fingers grip your thighs through the denim, tugging you closer like he needs you to breathe. And the groan he lets out when you grind against him—low and primal—shoots straight to your core.

"You’ve been killing me," he says against your lips, his voice rough. "Coming in here with those tight little pants. Acting all innocent like you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me."

You try to speak, but he’s already dragging your shirt off, fumbling with the buttons. Your bra is gone a moment later, lost somewhere in the tangle of limbs and breath. His eyes drop to your chest and darken.

"You’re so fucking pretty," he mutters. His tone is more of a growl than a compliment. "Drives me insane."

You barely have time to gasp before he moves you to the bed, laying you flat and climbing over you. His hands move to your jeans, tugging at the waistband with a quiet, frustrated groan.

"These need to go."

He pops the button open and pulls them down roughly, taking your underwear with them. The chill of the room hits you for a second before his hands are back, warm and greedy and everywhere at once.

"Beomgyu—" you manage, but it’s already too late.

He drops to his knees between your legs like he’s done this a hundred times in his head. Like he’s imagined this moment over and over, every night since the first time you adjusted your glasses and smiled nervously at him.

He doesn’t hesitate. Just parts your thighs and dives in, licking a thick, slow stripe right up the center of you.

Your back arches off the bed instantly, a gasp torn from your throat. You reach for something—anything—but all you can grab is his hair, tugging as his tongue moves in hot, filthy circles that make your legs shake.

"You’re so wet already," he groans into you. "All that blushing. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?"

He sounds wrecked. Obsessed.

You nod frantically, but the words don’t come. Not when he flattens his tongue and drags it against your clit like he owns you. Not when he starts sucking just hard enough to make your toes curl. His arms stay locked around your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

"Beomgyu, I—" You try, but your voice breaks as a moan rips out of you.

He hums, lips slick and hungry. "Come for me. Right now. I want it."

And you do. Harder than you expect. The orgasm hits you so fast it leaves you breathless, back arched and thighs trembling around his head.

He keeps going, licking through it, swallowing every sound you make until you’re whimpering, overstimulated and soaked.

Only then does he pull back, panting, mouth and chin wet, pupils black with lust.

He climbs over you again, kissing you hard, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

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Pairing: fem! Reader x Rockstar! Huening kai

Warnings: slightly smutty more like teasing

Summary: A routine makeup job turns into a hard game of don’t fuck your client when Kai sets his sights on you.

Part two

The first time you saw Huening Kai in person, you almost forgot how to breathe.

He was the kind of man who commanded attention effortlessly. The room bent to his presence, like a stage light drawn to its star. Dark waves of hair curled just past his ears, tousled in a way that made it look like he’d just rolled out of bed. His lips, full and perpetually curved into a devious smirk, moved lazily as he chewed on his gum. He'd been trying to quit cigarettes recently. Said the look was cool, but it ruined his voice.

He was all sharp angles and smooth confidence. The leather jacket slung over his shoulders smelled of peppermint and expensive cologne. He looked like trouble, and you were about to spend the next hour inches away from his face.

Lucky you.

“Gonna keep staring, sweetheart, or are you gonna make me look pretty?” His voice was a lazy drawl, dripping with amusement.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way your stomach clenched at the nickname. “You already look pretty. I’m just making you camera-ready.”

Kai chuckled, tilting his head back slightly. “Flattery won’t make me behave.”

You scoffed, dabbing at the liner brush before stepping closer. “Good thing I don’t need you to behave.”

His gaze burned into yours as you leaned in, his breath warm and laced with spearmint. Up close, he was even more dangerous. He was the kind of man your mother warned you about. But as you traced the sharp edge of his cheekbone with a gentle finger, steadying his face, you knew it was already too late.

“Stay still,” you murmured, brushing the first stroke of black eyeshadow against his lower lash line.

To your surprise, he obeyed, though the smirk remained. “You’re good at this.”

“It’s my job.”

“Yeah, but you’re really good at it.”

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way his voice sent shivers down your spine. “I know your game, Kai. Flattery won’t work.”

Kai’s lips twitched. “Oh? What’s my game?”

You rolled your eyes in response.

The tension between you thickened with each passing second. His breath ghosted over your skin, and you could feel the way his body radiated warmth under the dim vanity lights. Your fingers twitched as you swiped the brush along his upper lash line, slow and deliberate.

He exhaled sharply when you finished. "You're awfully close," he muttered, though he did not pull away.

"So move," you challenged.

Kai didn't. Instead, his fingers, cool from the rings he wore, found their way to your waist, tugging you just slightly forward. Your breath hitched, but you didn’t stop him. Didn’t even try. His lips curled as he watched goose bumps grow on your soft dark skin and your eyes darkened, hesitating between pulling away and giving in.

"I don't think I want to." His voice was husky now, more dangerous and alluring.

You should have stopped him when his hands slid up your sides. Should have walked away when his lips brushed against your jaw, featherlight, testing. But you didn't. Instead, you sighed into his touch, letting yourself be drawn into his game.

"We can't," you whispered.

Kai hummed against your skin, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just beneath your ear. "Mhm. Then move."

He repeated your words back to you.

You gave a small chuckle, placing your hands on his shoulders, looking him up and down like you were sizing him up.

Kai watched you closely, his smirk deepening when you didn’t pull away. His grip on your waist tightened just enough to make your pulse quicken. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Your breath caught when he leaned in, his nose barely grazing yours. He was giving you the chance to stop this. To step back. But he knew you were already caught in his web.

Instead of answering, you slid your hands from his shoulders to his toned chest, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his necklace. The air between you thickened, his lips hovering just close enough to make you ache. Kai slowly took the gum out of his mouth, discarding it under his chair.

"Kai," you whispered, but you weren’t sure if it was a warning or an invitation.

He took it as the latter.

His lips met yours in a slow, unhurried kiss, as if he had all the time in the world to play with you. He tasted, of course, like spearmint and something sweeter, something distinctly him. One of his hands slid up the back of your thighs, lifting your skirt slightly to allow him more access.

You sighed against him, melting into the warmth of his touch, the press of his body against yours. Your hands tightened around his shirt, grabbing a fistful and pulling him impossibly closer.

Kai broke the kiss first, but didn’t go far. His lips lingered just beside yours, his breath warm as he whispered, "You're mine now."

Kai’s lips moved against yours once more, just as slow and deliberate as the first, as if he wanted to make you beg for more. His hand slid up from your thighs to your waist, fingers pressing into your skin, hands oh so close to your ass.

You barely noticed when your back met the edge of the vanity, the cool surface contrasting with the warmth of his body against yours. He stood from his chair, towering over you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, and he let out a quiet groan that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaves the kiss, trailing down your jaw to the curve of your neck, kissing and nipping just enough to make your head tilt back.

"Kai," you breathed. That was definitely an invitation this time, your eyes fluttering shut as his hands gripped your hips harder, pulling you closer.

"Do you only know my name now, sweetheart?"

Then, just as he nips at your collarbone and his hand gropes your breast—

A loud knock echoed through the dressing room.

"Kai! You’re needed on set in five!"

You both froze. For a moment, neither of you moved, your breathing heavy in the charged silence. Then, Kai let out a low, frustrated sigh against your skin.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, lightly punching the top of the vanity before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark, his expression laced with something that sent another rush of heat through you.

"You should go," you murmured, though you made no effort to move away.

Kai huffed a quiet laugh, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. "And leave you like this?"

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your body still craved his touch. "Your photoshoot, remember?"

His gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if debating whether to steal another kiss. Instead, he exhaled heavily and took a step back, dragging a hand through his hair.

"This isn’t over," he murmured, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he grabbed his jacket from the chair.

Then he was gone, leaving you aching for more.

[tyuns-world]

🖇️ Mr. Mr.🖇️

Pairing: fem! Reader x boss! Yeonjun

Genre: Smut

Warnings: secret romance, power imbalance, degrading, slight cnc not really but didn’t want to chance it

Summary: What started as a simple internship turns into something more when your boss offers you a part-time position. As you grow closer, the line between work and personal begins to blur, and things quickly spiral out of control.

You had planned to work here only for a paid summer internship. This office wasn't even in the field you truly aspired to work in. Yet here you are, accepting a part-time position offer from the boss. The very boss who lays you down on his table during his lunch break.

He wants you close, and he wants you available. The position is a step back from the internship job—you'd just be his personal assistant—but imagine how much easier it would be to satisfy him, without worrying about who sees you coming and going from his office at odd hours.

He knows you'll accept; he knows how addictive he is, how no one can say no to him, especially you. You couldn't say no even on your first day when he ordered you to bend over, and you just did it, only asking questions after the fact.

"Is this appropriate, for me to bend over your desk like this, Mr. Choi?" you ask, your chest resting on his desk while your backside is arched in the air.

Your tight pencil skirt hugging your curves, the slit on the side revealing more of your long, thick brown legs covered in tights. He almost—keyword almost—drools at the sight.

"You're asking after you've already done it?" Yeonjun chuckles. Despite being confused, you make no moves to get off his desk.

"Why did you follow my order so obediently, Y/N?" His hand slides over your ass, and you arch your back in response to his touch.

"You're the boss. I just assumed it's kind of like a test to see if I'll follow your orders, and I will. I'm very hardworking, so you'll never have any problems with me." You pitch yourself to your boss, but he's wholly uninterested in your qualifications. He just saw how hot you looked in your office wear and wanted to fuck you.

"Mhm, so you'll follow any command your boss gives?" He lightly smacks your ass. You jump a bit, feeling your panties grow damp from the exchange.

"Yes, I've never worked under anyone before, and I don't want to ruin this opportunity." You're bullshitting. You thought he was sexy from the moment you saw him and were more than willing to comply with his every desire.

He had a seductive, fox-like face, his hair was styled down, with the top button of his shirt casually undone, exposing his very inviting collarbones. His attire was meant to give off a more laid-back boss vibe, though everyone knew the tight control he has and his zero-tolerance for errors.

"Mhm, so if I ordered you to take off your tights and panties, you'd do it?" His voice held a lot of amusement. It was clear he didn't expect such a bold move on your first day. He enjoyed teasing, he wanted to flirt with you, make you blush every time he passed by, and then after a while get you bent over his desk.

"If that's what you wish." you stand up, remove your shoes, and drop your tights and now-soaked panties. Returning to your previous position on his desk

His eyes widen in surprise. Either you're really bold or desperate to be in his good graces, either way, he doesn't care. You're offering yourself up to him on a platter. How could he say no?

"You know, you should wear shorter skirts around here; makes for easier access," he says as he rolls your skirt up over your ass. The cold office AC air hits your wet cunt, causing you to shiver a little.

"Okay, Mr. Cho—" he cuts you off. "Just call me Yeonjun."

"Okay, Mr. Yeonjun." That earns you a spank on the ass. "I said just Yeonjun. What happened to never making any mistakes, hmm? I'm not one who takes too kindly to people who can't do simple tasks." He rubs your ass where he spanked, soothing it but also reminding you what happens if you mess up.

"I'm sorry, Yeonjun. It won't happen again."

Oh, how tempted you were to do it again. You wanted him to touch you more, to spank you harder, to bring you to tears. "That's a good girl," his voice deepens, and you moan at his words.

He rubs his finger over your pussy, gathering all your juices. You start panting, moans threatening to escape. You don't know how soundproof his walls are, and you're not trying to find out.

He sinks that finger deep inside your pussy. You moan, your back arching with pleasure. "Mr. Yeonjun, are you sure this is a good idea?" The "Mr." slips out; you weren't trying to test his patience currently.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time, causing it to jiggle from the force. "Mhm, see, I was gonna take it nice and slow—that's what I do for my good, obedient girls. But it seems you're a naughty bitch, and naughty bitches don't deserve nice and slow." He withdraws his finger and quickly replaces it with his dick.

You cry out at the intrusion. He was big and, not to mention, thick. His thrust hurt, but he didn't give you time to recover. No, he immediately starts fucking into you. Tears fill your eyes, the mix of pleasure and pain feeling too intense, too overwhelming.

"This is what you deserve—to be fucked however I like." He emphasizes the "I" in his sentence. He's the one in control here, and right now, he controls you and your pleasure.

He grips your waist forcefully as he snaps his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and squelching filling the room. His grip is so tight it's bound to leave a bruise, and you whimper at the thought.

He wraps his hand around your neck, pulling you close against his chest. "Are you enjoying this?" he whispers into your ear. "Being taken without remorse?" You try to nod in response, but all you can focus on is how he stretches you so perfectly with his cock.

He chuckles softly into your ear, and you groan at the sound, instinctively rolling your hips onto his dick. He spanks you again. "No moving, toy."

Those words excite you. Right now, he sees you as nothing but a plaything to satisfy his desires, and you love it. You crave his dominance, wanting him to use your body however he pleases, whenever he desires.

Yeonjun's thrusts quicken and deepen, his head falling onto your back. "Fuck, I'm close," he mutters.

His grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your flesh, marking you as his. Each thrust grows more powerful. His hand moves from your neck to your clit, rubbing circles that send jolts of pleasure through your body, causing you to tighten around his cock. "Good girl," he growls.

A deep groan escapes his lips as he tips over the edge, biting into your neck, almost drawing blood as he cums, filling you with his thick substance.

He withdraws from you, his seed spilling down your legs. He takes out his phone, snaps a picture of the sight, and comments, "Nice."

"Stay still. I'll get something to clean you up," he says, exiting the room briefly before returning with warm, wet paper towels. He cleans your legs and pussy, planting kisses in the area. "There you go," he says, finishing up and pulling your skirt back over your ass. As you reach for your tights and panties, he stops you.

"You're going out like that. Put your shoes back on." You comply silently. "Well, that concludes your interview. I expect to see you bright and early tomorrow, Y/N." He winks as you leave his office. He pockets your garments for later and sits back in his chair, satisfied.

[tyuns-world]

i was reading pumpkin eater and i saw “brown skin” and i had to pause like woah ,,, it’s so refreshing to see another black moa on here <333

Yesss! I’m excited that my fics are reaching the right audience.

[tyuns-world]

ᥫ᭡ Ghost love ᥫ᭡

Pairing: fem! Reader x bf! Huening kai

Genre: angst

Warnings: angst, sad, mentions of sex but no smut, hopeful near the end (?)

Summary: You alienate everyone around you, including your boyfriend, who continually forgives you. However, he eventually realizes that he can't stay with someone who is so destructive.

Wc: 1k

You and Kai were the breakup-makeup couple in your high school. One day, you were making out in the middle of the hallway, all loved up, and the next, you were rolling your eyes at each other, passing by coldly. It was usually you who started the arguments and broke things up. It was easy to say goodbye, so easy to push him away. He was good for you, too good, and it scared you. You didn't know when he'd wise up and leave, so you always did it first. And he always came back, making sure everything was alright after a few days. Kai was your crutch, your other wing.

This habit was taking its toll on both of you, exhausting you with the heartbreak and the makeup sex. He always watched you walk away in tears despite bringing it upon yourself by questioning his every move and text. You were paranoid that he was dating you on a fluke or dare. This time was the last. Kai was tired of all the drama, of all the breakups and makeups, and he told you as much.

"If you walk away this time, Y/N, it'll be for good. I can't handle seeing you like this anymore, and I won't keep beating myself up trying to get back in your good graces. Dating you feels like walking on eggshells," he said, revealing his true feelings from the past months.

You couldn't stand it. It was the moment you dreaded, seeing that he was over you, that he didn't love you anymore. He realized you weren't enough, and now he wanted nothing to do with you.

"I can't believe you're doing this... I was right," you said, stress making you press your nails deeply into your palm, leaving crescent-shaped marks. You were close to drawing blood, but it didn't get that far.

"You're the one who thinks I want our music teacher just because I spend extra time in the music room. You always want to fight, and it's always over nothing. I can't stand it anymore," he said, exasperated. It broke his heart to see you so shattered, but he couldn't live like this anymore. He couldn't keep blaming himself for things that weren't his fault. He was the older one, and he needed to stand his ground.

You were close to tears. He saw what you truly were: undeserving.

"Well fine then, if you don't want me so bad, then goodbye, Kai!" you screamed, turning on your heel and speeding off, far away from the confrontation.

It had been months since the breakup, and you were deteriorating fast. Not showering, not eating, not going to school often, hanging out with different people every few days to feel a sense of connection, then spazzing out on them, causing a rift. You were in need of Kai's calm words, his worried glance, but you never got that. You only got his cold shoulder whenever you passed each other in the hallways on the few days you actually went to school.

You were ruining your present and definitely your future, and Kai could see it. As much as it hurt him, he had to stay true to his words or the cycle would continue. If he begged for you back now, you'd just find something else to complain about and break up again. You had to learn to be alone and fly by yourself. He couldn't help you anymore. He knew you secretly wanted him too, like always, but he didn't.

He had to worry about his own life, his own friends, and his future, and he couldn't do that if he was always worrying about you and how you'd react to this and that. He tried to tell himself over and over that he was over you and that you were toxic, but no matter how many people approached him with promises of never being like the "psycho bitch" he dated, he always rejected them. You were his one, his true love, and although he couldn't be with you for your own good, he still saw you as such.

He spent more time focusing on his music. He truly wanted to be a singer; it had been his dream since he was young. But he never really pursued it despite his talent because you mentioned how jealous you would get if he got groupies and fans.

You were unhinged, and while that made for a good time and a lot of risky, good sex, it was not good for a future partner or girlfriend. You had to grow up.

By senior year, you finally got the help you desperately needed and began to turn your life around. You attended school regularly, though the loneliness of having no friends lingered. Despite this, you held onto the hope that college would offer a fresh start. There, no one would know your past, and you hadn't burned any bridges yet.

Kai watched from a distance as you grew happier and more approachable. Although he never talked to you or suggested getting back together, he observed your progress. Kai believed that rekindling an old relationship might hinder your newfound growth, so he kept his distance. After years of secretly glancing your way and keeping tabs on your well-being, he finally moved on when he went away for college.

When the time for college applications came for you, you applied to schools far from your small town. You craved new friends, new faces, and a new environment. You were determined to reinvent yourself, shedding the image of the "psycho chick" who used to lash out unpredictably.

Kai settled into his new college life well. It was sophomore year for him so he’s made new friends, made a YouTube channel for his music, and found someone he enjoyed flirting with and might consider dating. He was content with his life. All of his newfound peace almost came crashing down when he saw a cute freshman asking one of his friends for directions.

"Y/N?" he said, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape.

You looked up and saw the handsome boy you once were convinced would be your forever, and you almost fainted.

"What are you doing here?" The words flew out of your mouth before you could process them. You quickly shut your mouth after they escaped and ran up to him, past his friend.

"I'm sorry, I mean... hi Kai, nice seeing you again," you said nervously, extending your hand.

"Nice seeing you too, Y/N," Kai replied with a smile, shaking your hand lightly.

His friend approached, throwing an arm around Kai's neck. "You know this cute freshman? Introduce me, Kai." "Yeah, when pigs fly," Kai said with a chuckle, gently guiding his friend past you. As they walked away, Kai glanced back and mouthed, "See you later," making you smile.

[tyuns-world]

⋆ ༘ Forbidden ⋆ ༘

Pairing: fem!reader x choi soobin x choi yeonjun

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), threesome, stepcest

Summary: The tension between you and Yeonjun reaches a boiling point when he competes with your soon-to-be stepbrother, Soobin, for your attention at a party.

Wc: 2k

You knew what you were doing was utterly wrong. You knew he could hear you through the thin walls of your family's vacation home, but you didn't care. You needed to get off, and the thought of your brother's best friend, Yeonjun, hearing just made it all the more thrilling.

You even drew out some of your moans so he could hear better if he was listening in. Of course, he was. Yeonjun was on the other side of the wall, getting hard and riled up at your sounds. He cursed himself for even thinking about touching himself to this. You probably thought he was asleep, and it would be wicked to indulge in the lovely voice of his best friend's younger step-sister.

He was oblivious to your cunning plan. But after you moaned "Yeonjun," he couldn't take it anymore. He stripped himself of his boxers, his hand immediately gripping his leaking cock and stroking it. God, he could only imagine the dirty things you were doing to yourself, imagining it was him.

The morning after your lewd actions, you found yourself in the kitchen, making breakfast. It was just your step brother, his best friend, and yourself at the family vacation home, so it was practically every man for himself. Despite only the three of you staying there, the boys often threw wild parties during your stay, so you guys were never really alone with each other.

The second person to wake up and shuffle into the kitchen was none other than Yeonjun. A flush of embarrassment crept over you as you remembered your bold actions from last night. You silently prayed he had been asleep. "Morning," he said casually, and you hummed in response, trying to maintain a cool appearance.

"I think this place is haunted. I kept hearing moaning last night," Yeonjun teased as he casually raided the fridge for orange juice. Your eyes widened, and you tried to remain composed. Yeonjun was always teasing you, so you tried to convince yourself it was just his usual antics. "Ah, guess we should call the Ghostbusters," you retorted. It was a silly remark but the best you could come up with at the moment.

Yeonjun sauntered over to you, trapping you by placing his hands on either side of the counter. "I think I can deal with the ghost myself. I have something it needs," he murmured in a low, seductive voice, pressing his morning wood against your ass. He smoothly backed away just as your step brother entered the room, loudly yawning.

As you ate breakfast in silence, eyes scanning your respective phones, your step brother broke the quiet. "Oh right. That cute girl Yujin we met on the beach? Yeah, she's coming over with some of her friends, and we're gonna have a little get-together tonight." You huffed a bit, knowing that by "get-together," your step brother meant a rager.

As much as you loved parties, your step brother's were always loud and reckless. "Sweet," Yeonjun said, high-fiving your step brother. You rolled your eyes, and the action caught Yeonjun's attention. "You know, you can always stay in your room if you want," he suggested.

You scoffed at the idea—how could you possibly relax in your room with loud music and even louder people? "Yeah, well, how about I call the cops when I'm ready to enjoy my bed?" you threatened. "Binnie, your sister is being mean," Yeonjun pouted playfully, throwing his arms around soobin and acting hurt.

"Be nice to my friends, Y/N," your step brother Soobin played along. In reality, you and Soobin were practically strangers. Your mother had recently started dating his dad, and you'd only known your step brother for about a year.

This trip was supposed to be a bonding experience your parents had set up, but it felt more like they were tired of having two college kids disagree all the time and had kicked you out so they could honeymoon.

Your soon to be step brother didn't want to waste the trip, so of course, he brought his hot friend, Yeonjun, whom you'd been crushing on for ages. You all attended the same college, but you and Yeonjun were both music majors, so you saw him more often, which led to your hallway crush. You saw Soobin around sometimes when he was with Yeonjun. You even thought he was cute with his bunny like smile, but you disregarded that once your parents started dating.

The party was as loud as you thought it would be—get-together, your ass. You were a few drinks in, wearing a mini pink slip dress with a sweetheart neckline and lace trimming on the top and bottom. It was very flattering against your brown skin tone, and a lot of guys seemed to think so, as you kept getting hit on. Soobin, playing the overprotective brother, shooed them off with a stern "That's my stepsister."

You were a bit grateful for his protective act; the only guy you wished would flirt with you was Yeonjun, who was busy trying to charm a pretty girl across the room. You sighed at the sight and headed to the kitchen to refill your drink.

Your refill was interrupted when someone cleared their throat behind you. "You know I can't scare them all off if you wear clothing like that," Soobin remarked, gesturing toward your outfit. You rolled your eyes. "It's a cute dress, and I'm not asking you to do this," you replied. Soobin was obviously tipsy, leaning against the fridge for balance.

"You know, I thought you were cute when I used to see you around the halls," he admitted. You froze. "Me and Yeonjun had a bet... ah, I actually shouldn't talk about it," Soobin said, taking another swig from his drink. Your curiosity piqued. "So, you guys made a bet?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Well, we bet on who'd get you first. Guess I lost, huh," he said, raising an eyebrow and smirking. You found the action unexpectedly attractive and quickly dismissed the thought. Soobin was admittedly attractive; he looked like a lead in a romance drama. But he was about to be your stepbrother, and that bridge was burning.

You two gazed intensely at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension, until a voice broke the spell. "Hope I'm not interrupting," Yeonjun said from the doorway. "Soobin was just telling me about a bet you guys had," you replied playfully, turning your attention to him. "Oh, I thought that was dropped since I'm obviously winning," Yeonjun said, grabbing your waist, pulling you in front of him, and resting his chin on your shoulder.

The sudden closeness made your heart race. Soobin pushed himself off the fridge and walked over to the two of you. "Who decided that?" he challenged, his competitive nature flaring up. Yeonjun had clearly riled him. You stood there, flustered by the situation. 

"How about we decide that right now?" Yeonjun murmured, holding you tighter and placing kisses along the side of your neck. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more access. "See? She wants me. She even moaned my name all last night," Yeonjun said cockily.

You were melting, powerless against his touch. You'd wanted this for so long, and you didn't want him to stop. Soobin stepped in front of you, trailing a finger up your thigh and under your dress. You let out a deeper moan when he made contact with your inner thigh.

"Well, you couldn't make her sound like that," Soobin taunted, egging Yeonjun on. You knew this was wrong—not only were you being touched provocatively by two guys in the kitchen where anyone could walk in, but one of those guys was your almost-stepbrother.

"Guys, we shouldn't do this out in the open," you warned as Yeonjun went from kisses to biting and sucking on your neck, while Soobin's hand trailed dangerously close to your panties. "Are you getting embarrassed now?" Yeonjun whispered in your ear, causing you to shudder with pleasure.

Soobin, not liking your attention being drawn away from him, traced circles on your already wet panties. You arched into Yeonjun at the sensation. The loud chants of "chug, chug, chug" from the party brought you all back to reality. "Maybe we should move this elsewhere," Soobin suggested, removing his hand.

Yeonjun quickly glanced around, making sure no one was watching before he took your hand and led you towards your room, with Soobin following closely behind. As you entered, Soobin clicked the door locked behind him. The noise from the party became a distant hum, your focus now entirely on the two boys.

"So, how about I have fun with Y/N here and you guard the door?" Yeonjun suggested to Soobin, pulling you into a kiss. Soobin scoffed at the suggestion, walking up to the two of you and positioning himself behind you, rubbing his erection against you. You moaned into Yeonjun's mouth, pressing your ass further against Soobin.

Yeonjun's hands roamed over your body, sliding down to the hem of your dress and lifting it slightly, turning the kiss more desperate and passionate. Soobin's hands traced the contours of your waist, moving up to cup your breasts through the fabric of your dress. His touch was warm, leaving you wanting more.

"You're so sexy," Yeonjun murmured against your lips, his voice laced with desire. He nibbled on your lower lip before trailing kisses along your jawline.

"He's not the only one who thinks so," Soobin whispered in your ear. His hot breath against your skin made you whimper.

You had never experienced such intense pleasure before, and it made your head spin. Soobin's hands continued their exploration, one sliding over your dress to caress your breast, gently squeezing and teasing your nipple through the fabric. A loud moan escaped your lips. You found yourself tracing the contours of Yeonjun's chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

"Let's take this to the bed," Soobin suggested, his voice low and filled with anticipation. Yeonjun nodded, breaking the kiss to lead you towards the bed. Soobin followed, his hands never leaving your body. Yeonjun quickly lost his shirt and unzipped his pants, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

"Looks like I go first," Yeonjun said playfully, laying there half-naked. "I don't think so," Soobin replied, still standing over the bed with you in front of him. He slid his hand up your thigh and into your panties, pushing them to the side as his fingers entered you.

The wet, intimate sound of your arousal, a soft squelch, filled the room as he did so.

Yeonjun chuckled but relished in the sight of your face twisted with pleasure. He crawled over to the edge of the bed where you were being fingered and dropped the straps of your dress, revealing your breasts. He began teasing them with his tongue. Your moans grew louder, and your pussy became wetter as you were overcome with the sensations.

Soobin started sucking on your neck, determined to leave more marks than Yeonjun. You couldn't handle all the pleasure and came all over Soobin's fingers with a loud moan.

"Aw, naughty girl," Soobin taunted. "You've ruined poor Binnie's fingers; they're all soaked," Yeonjun continued, gently parting your lips as Soobin put his fingers inside. "Suck," they commanded in unison. It was hot, and you obeyed, sucking Soobin's fingers clean of your slick.

"That's a good girl," Soobin cooed. Yeonjun moved out of the way as Soobin bent you over the bed, flipping the bottom of your dress up. His hard-on was very evident as he pressed it against your now-exposed ass. "Tsk tsk, don't get greedy now, Binnie. She already graced you with her cum all over your fingers," Yeonjun said. Soobin raised his hands in defeat and moved from behind you, letting Yeonjun take his spot. Yeonjun shoved your panties down and pushed his thick cock inside you. 

Your arms almost buckled under you from how big he was. Yeonjun started fucking into you slowly at first, but with your repeated moans, he couldn't contain himself and began slamming messily into you.

Your moans grew louder, and your arms gave out, but Yeonjun held you up, keeping his pace. "Yeonjun, I can't take it. It's too big," you whimpered, the pace and his cock leaving your body weak.

"You can take it." he reassured you in your ear. You glanced over to Soobin, who was positioned across from you two, jerking himself off at the sight of you. Eyes half-open, fully naked, his red needy cock was in full view.

You mustered the strength to rely on your arms again, sitting up a bit. You made a come-here motion to Soobin, and he obliged. You opened your mouth to suck him off, but he was already two steps ahead and grabbed your hair, shoving his cock in your mouth. Soobin did all the work, rolling and thrusting his dick into your mouth. 

As Soobin thrust into your mouth, you felt a surge of arousal coursing through you.

The sensation of being filled from both ends sent waves of pleasure through your body. Yeonjun's relentless pounding combined with Soobin's forceful thrusting left you in a blissful daze. 

Your moans became muffled around Soobin's cock, the sound vibrating against him, driving him wild. He gripped your hair tighter, urging you to take him deeper.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun maintained his unforgiving pace, his grip on your hips firm as he drove himself deeper into you. As your body was on the edge of climaxing once again, you felt Soobin's cock twitching in your mouth, a sign that he was close.

Sensing his impending release, you redoubled your efforts, sucking him eagerly, wanting to taste his cum. 

With a loud moan, Soobin reached his peak, his hot seed spilling into your mouth. You swallowed, savoring the taste of him as he rode out his orgasm. Yeonjun was close to his own climax; his pace grew sloppier, more needy with each thrust. With a final, powerful thrust, he was sent over the edge, pulling out to spill all over your back. His cries of pleasure mingled with Soobin's sounds of release.

Soobin gently pulled himself out of your mouth, collapsing onto the bed, his body glistening with sweat. Yeonjun planted a tender kiss on your neck before withdrawing.

"I think she said my name more times than you," Soobin teased, As Yeonjun wiped you clean with his own shirt. "No way in hell she enjoyed taking my dick much more than sucking yours," Yeonjun retorted, patting your ass as he finished and pulled your dress down.

"Is that so? She sure seemed happy enough to swallow my whole load," Soobin retorted, causing Yeonjun to scoff. He quickly redressed himself and threw Soobin's clothes at him. "We've deprived the party of its best guest long enough." 

You grabbed a fresh pair of panties from your dresser and slipped on a new dress, taking a moment to touch up your makeup in the mirror.

"Yeonjun, there's a shirt that should fit you in my bottom drawer," you said, leaving the room and stepping back into the wildness of the party.

[tyuns-world]

Are all your readers/yn black? If they are then why does skin colour matter?

Yes they are! I write with black y/ns in mind because I want to make fanfics for black readers. Anyone can enjoy them tho!