As The Smell Of Alcohol, Drunk Crowds Of People And Loud, Noise Music Consumes You Everywhere, You Just

as the smell of alcohol, drunk crowds of people and loud, noise music consumes you everywhere, you just broke up with your ex in this club and as you're walking away from the argument, you felt his eyes are still on to you. you might as well give him a show. you grabbed that stranger who you've been eyeing for a little while you were waiting for your ex to come. you started dancing with him along with the huge crowd as your back faces him, waving your hips from side to side slowly against his crotch, closing your eyes in the process with a naughty grin. the man seemed to enjoy this as he places his right hand on to your waist, guiding it as you move through the music and tilting his head to stare at your face from behind. his other hand found its place on the side of your thigh with fabric of your dress. aside from loud music, heavy breaths can be heard from the both of you. he caught a glimpse of someone staring at you both furiously which happened to be your ex. smirking, he tightens the grip on your waist and stared back at him intensely, he gives few kisses on your bare shoulder. you responded with a chuckle due to how it tickles you before leaning his face forward to your neck, you tilted your head to the side as few giggles emitted from your lips, pressing your body against him even more, the smell of alcohol and men perfume on him being clear to you before he grins and started licking from your neck straight to your earlobe in one swipe, biting it gently while staring at him with his high and tired yet siren eyes, his smirk never left and still very evident from his lips.

(ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ -) The boy smiled. You finally took a moment to really look at him. He was slightly older than you. Dark hair tussled over his hooded eyes. His lips were full. Even in the dark, you could see that his smile was genuine towards you, but it did not reach his eyes. Who was this boy?

Before you were able to say anything else, his hand grasped yours and he was pulling you to your feet. “Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You didn’t argue. Where did you have to go anyway?

【cｏmｉnｇ　sｏoｎ】

…𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♥︎

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OT5 TXT x Reader 🔞 Smut With Plot, Fantasy, Reverse Harem Chapter 1 ✯ Darling ✯ 1.8K Mature Themes, Casual Sex, Recreational Drug Use, Nongraphic Violence

The magic keeping Neverland ageless broke years ago and now, Taehyun is fishing buddies with Hook and 'Pan' is just a lingering nickname since Yeonjun's bread cheeks melted to handsome features.

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He entered his demon era and never looked back.

𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

PART TWO.

pairing: bad boy!beomgyu x fem reader x yeonjun.

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: profanity, mature themes, abuse, violence, alcohol consumption, jealousy, kiss between underage characters.

a/n: hi guys! this story will have two parts, a before and an after. originally, this was going to be something else, but when i started writing it, this whole other thing came out, and i mean who am i to stop it lol but pls give it a chance, i promise the wait for the second part will be well worth it! ty 🤍

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

In your little town, with the waterless river, and the train station with no trains—time didn’t exist there. You seemed to always remain that ten year old girl, that had run away from home. The one that got lost in the forest for three days, and came out someone else.

Summer would always be for them. The ones that found you—your boys. Filthy, bruised, scrawny boys with scratched up knees, and wide smiles. The brothers that shared no name. When the police saw you emerging from the woods close to the highway, they immediately took them away, and wrapped you in pastel blankets.

You had screamed then, cried and begged. Your mother was devastated, taking in your shocking state, unable to shake the feeling that her daughter had died. The you that stood there was a different beast.

And it belonged to them. The ones being led into the police vehicle, the ones that had been staring at you the whole time with serious eyes—eyes that spoke of your time in the trees, eyes that had promised to take you away one day.

No one ever spoke a word about those three days. Your mother had tried psychiatrist, after psychiatrist, but to no avail. Your mouth was zipped. Middle school passed by in a blur, your mind occupied completely with the thoughts of bright greens, and blackberry bushes.

You didn’t see them again until your first day of high school. They had been older than you, already in their fourth year. Rumors about them being in a cult ran rampage—others said they were drug dealers for the local gang. So many stories, told like fairytales; your boys were infamous characters, with many adventures.

You didn’t see them again until your first day of high school. They had been older than you, already in their fourth year. Rumors about them being in a cult ran rampage—others said they were drug dealers for the local gang. So many stories, told like fairytales; your boys were infamous characters, with many adventures.

Adventures—you knew of one. A girl, lying in mud, scared and teary eyed, saved by two knights that fed her berries, and played castle with her. There had been kisses, soft and stolen, but you’d rather not think of those. You understood none of it—not how you felt, or what you did.

You had been alone before. Never again after meeting them.

You learn their names through whispers of girls with nothing better to do than giggle about teenage boys. You’ve never giggled in your life. Your father was made of the blackest nightmares, you carried your mothers stinging hand with you everywhere.

Being lost hadn’t been nearly as bad as living in your house. Sometimes you wonder what is the point of any of it—the roof over your head, the dinner time. The pretending, and the beaten into silence.

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

Beomgyu, you write on your window sill one night. Yeonjun.

Your echoes.

They had noticed you, of course.

You looked the exact same, but taller. Hair always covering your face, walking along corners, careful not to alert anyone of your existence. Quiet as still water, sky with no wind.

Yeonjun had wanted to go to you, an utmost force pulling him towards you. He had wanted to apologize, to explain their disappearance, words ready to spill out, eyes to meet yours, see the softness, the clearness of them. No judgement, no bashing.

A clean slate—his second chance. He’d never stopped thinking about you once. His mind was already running—Beomgyu halted him, hand on shoulder.

“She’ll come to us.” A look between brothers.

An understanding deeper than shared blood—a pact.

For the next weeks, both boys had become your shadow, though you had no idea. You’d tried to carry on with living life as it was, dark and desolate. As far as you knew, the knights had forgotten you, or did not care anymore, and that realization had hit you like a ton of bricks. Your castle in the forest had crumbled.

You had to find your own escape now. Beomgyu had felt the change in you—he’d followed you to your house every night, had seen the deep sigh, the shut of your eyes, before you turned the key, opened the door.

He had pictured, since that day your mother had hugged you, muddy and fighting against her, that you had loving parents, a big house with a white fence, and a dog that had been in the family since before you were born. Perhaps a sibling. He had held onto that make believe fantasy throughout the years, behind walls, convincing Yeonjun along with himself.

He had wanted to believe that, because he brought you back. He had taken your hand, leading you out, believing that was the right thing, because you had been so kind to them. A girl as kind as you had to come from a good family, a family that loved you very much.

If that had not been true, the guilt would be unbearable. He had only given you up, because your words were a warmth he’d never felt. Because those three days had meant everything to him and his brother; they had been boys that knew nothing but blood, and misery. Boys that had travelled a long road, nothing to their name, exhausted and starved.

In a way, you had guided them out of that forest, too.

Beomgyu spent entire nights in his car, parked across from your place, watching, observing. Your bedroom was the one on the far left, and the light turned off around two am—what he assumed to be the other bedroom, your parents’, went dark earlier, the entire neighborhood under a thick blanket of silence.

That’s how, one night, he came to see your father slapping you across the face. It happened downstairs, by the big window, shadows moving fervently behind the curtains, and then suddenly—the smack. He recognized it clear as day, recalled it in all his memories.

He had left you to the wolves. Yeonjun had been right all along—no girl willingly stays gone, no girl begs stranger boys to play with her, bruises covering her body, dried tears staining her cheeks.

You disappeared from view, and the two figures went after you. Beomgyu was on the edge of his seat, hand on the door handle, ready, phone speed dialing Yeonjun.

“What happened?”

“That son of a bitch—her fucking father. He abuses her.”

Pregnant pause, static. “Fuck—fuck! I’m on my way, go. Fuck, Beom, I fucking told you, goddamnit—I’m on my way.”

Beomgyu went. He knew he could get arrested for trespassing, thrown back into juvie for what he was about to do, but this was you. This was about you; the kind, pretty girl that’s bled through his entire life. The one he played knight for—the one that showed him there’s love somewhere in him, despite the holes, and rot—despite the weeds, and storms.

The one that held you when you cried yourself dry, begging for them to take you with them, wherever they went, whatever they were.

“I’m done, I’m done—” You came rushing out, hands flailing about you, face contorted in hurt, a big red mark on your cheek.

Oh, hell no.

“Hey!” He called out, running towards you.

You turned to his voice, eyes widening, recognizing. Your father appeared after you, arm extended, grabbing you by the hair, forcing you back. You screamed, and almost tripped, trying to get away.

“Let her go!”

Beomgyu was not proud of who he was; he had a very erratic personality, always did did did without thinking, which nine times out of ten cost him big time. He blamed it on his childhood, and possibly his genes— his father had been a raging alcoholic, abusive to his mother, angry at the world, and his mom—his mom was an airhead, a good for nothing whore. Together, they made him—years of abuse, and neglect, until finally he found Yeonjun, and even then that gaping hole he had been born with, never filled, never closed.

Sometimes Beomgyu made bad decisions. This was one of them.

“Who the fuck are you, boy?” Your father dragged you in the house, eyes red, an animal waiting to pounce.

He knew this person well. This was his dad, and Yeonjun’s dad, and every other good for nothing piece of shit, that abused their children. They all had the same face, and they all deserved to die most painful deaths.

“None of your fucking business, old man.” His fist flew, no second thought, landing on your father’s jaw.

The man groaned and almost fell back, but quickly regained his balance, and grabbed Beomgyu by his shirt. The young boy knew what came after that, had lived it a thousand times, so he smiled a bright smile. A manic smile.

“Who the fuck,” punch “do you think,” kick “you are, you little punk?!”

Blood shot in his mouth, back raw against the pebbled driveway; he took all your dad had to give, all his anger, all the filth, so you didn’t have to. So you’d be safe, at least for tonight.

“Dad, no, get off him!” A flicker of your hair from his peripheral vision.

He wanted to call out to you, wanted to tell you it’s okay, he’s here now, he’ll be there from now on, always—but his head got smashed against the concrete, and it was getting hard to focus.

Police sirens went off in the distance, and tires screeched. Yeonjun couldn’t run fast enough. It was all happening in slow motion it seemed—your mom trying to take your dad off Beomgyu but getting pushed away, you, sobbing, grabbing on the old man’s shirt, pulling, ripping—neighbors coming out of their houses, curious, shocked to see the scene playing out—after all you had been such a quiet household—Beomgyu refusing to fight back, in fear of hurting you.

A fuming Yeonjun, tearing your dad off his brother, throwing him across the lawn, panting, seeing red.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her again, you fucking prick. Be glad your daughter is in front of you. If we ever see you again, you’re fucking dead, you hear me? Mark my words, old man.”

He picked up his brother from the ground, bloody and half unconscious, and supported his weight, walking him to the car, sprawling him across the back seat. The sirens appeared closer then.

They had to leave.

You never moved from your place, too shocked, too drained to react to any of it. It had gone so wrong—the one time you managed to retaliate, to run, and even then, unsuccessful, fucked beyond imagination.

And your knights—back, ready to defend. Real, and coming to the rescue. They didn’t forget about you, they came. Nothing had ever mattered as much as this. This was everything.

“We’ll come for you,” Yeonjun promised you, that night, a hand stretched out to you, pulling you up and on him.

A cool kiss against your forehead, your mother’s mouth hanging open, a sizzling anger taking over her features.

“I swear to you, we’ll take you from here.”

“I knew it was you!” Your mother yelled, as one of the neighbors held her back. “Bring me back my daughter! Take this monster with you! She is not my flesh and blood…”

A panic attack wrapped around the woman, squeezing out tears and hysteria. Yeonjun watched as every word coming out stabbed you in the chest, hit you in the gut.

He knew they’d made the wrong choice taking you back, all those years ago. He felt it, like he felt that gravitational pull the day he saw you again. They were important, because they would be the ones to take you away from all this.

But you were too young, and they were about to get arrested again. Yeonjun eased the death grip he had on your hand—your haunted look was killing him, but he would be no help behind bars.

“I’d rather cut my hand off than leave you behind again.”

He was gone, as the police cars circled around your house.

For the next two years, everyone would talk about the incident. It had spread like wildfire, and soon your parents boarded themselves up in that house, forcing you to do the same thing.

You were only to go to school, and come straight back. And school had been Hell on earth—the teachers looked at you with such pity, the secret finally out—poor (Y/N), who could’ve known—but the reality is, they could’ve. They could’ve stopped it, if they had cared a little more. Your classmates avoided you like the plague, but that had always been fine with you. No questions to deal with, no mocking, no false pretenses.

They’d vanished overnight, it’d seemed. Seasons came and went, birthdays with no candles, one endless stream of black and white; you thought you’d lost your mind. Everything appeared to you dull, lifeless. You cared for nothing—even the fighting stopped. No more bruises to blame everything to, no more of anything. Nothing.

It was as if you had buried yourself alive. Your parents acted as if you weren’t there, and day by day, you started believing it—your body had turned into a ghost body. Words never bubbled inside you anymore, you had no desire to speak to anyone.

You counted down the days until they’d come. Sophomore, junior year. You were doing the haunting, you were playing into the horror of semi existing, because one day none of it would matter. You’d be far away from there, with your knights, and the world would regain its color, the sun would shine again.

You’d be aloud to break the muteness, veil lifted, lungs properly used.

But summer of your last year rolled around, and there had still been no word, no sight of them anywhere. You understood—they were already nineteen, and you were still a minor. You’d seen the fear in Yeonjun’s eyes, when the sirens neared.

Any day now, you wrote on that same window sill.

That day didn’t come until after graduation.

Late in the evening of your eighteenth birthday, a black car was parked in front of your school. It was a vintage model, something from an 80’s murder mystery movie.

Standing in front of it, in your gown, you saw them. Both there, real, smiling at you through the windshield.

They had come. They had come. Finally—finally you’d be free.

Running wasn’t fast enough. You stopped next to the passenger window, Beomgyu watching your every move. His hair was longer, darker. Real.

“How was the party?” Yeonjun asked from the drivers seat, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

Your cheeks were wet, heart elated. You entered the car with no hesitation, jumping in the front, limbs awkward, skinning your knee on the way. Your arms wrapped around Beomgyu, his own squeezing you tight against him.

“Boring,” you replied, voice muffled, pressed against his neck. “What took you so long?”

“We’re here now,” Yeonjun said, starting the car. “You’re with us now.”

They helped you through the back of your house, and you sneaked into your room, packing a small bag with a couple things. You didn’t need much, if anything at all. You just needed to get the hell away from there, that small life, that torture house. Going down the window, you noticed the way Yeonjun stared at you—with those serious eyes, like all those years ago, in the forest.

This would be it. You’d follow them anywhere now. You didn’t look back once.

Your parents never searched for you. It would be useless, anyway—you weren’t theirs anymore, not since the woods.

You belonged to them, now. And they’d take care of you with their lives, knights sworn to no one but you.

aftertaste

๛word count: 1.8k, warnings/kinks: dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, language, unprotected sex, rough floor sex (lol), creampie, praising, overstimulation, after care, if i missed anything please feel free to let me know!!

๛author's note: it's been a while, hiiiii sorry. i've been writing a lot though just haven't been posting, i'll start doing better i promise. (i say that then disappear for another three months)

๛tags: @cha0thicpisces @fluffyywoo

it all started as a bet, a simple one between two best friends at the start of the summer. both you and yeonjun agreed on having a sexual relationship, no feelings attached and by the time the summer was over— if either one of you caught feelings then you could further discuss a serious relationship.

there was really only two weeks left until school started and that frightened yeonjun. he didn't know how you felt, you were hard to read, but he knew he wanted to become something more than just some summer fling and go right back to being besties like before. he hadn't admitted it though because to him it was embarrassing, it also caused him so much anxiety because he thought... what if you didn't think the same and will just laugh at him for thinking you would? snap out of it yeonjun.

the night was cold, you were walking towards yeonjun's apartment complex. it had been a while since you've seen him, you've been busy getting ready for your next year of school— plus you've been working overtime so you'd be able to pay rent. you were exhausted and needed a break. the best break you could get, the one that could keep you at ease and make you forget about the world you were living in, was being with yeonjun even if it wasn't just for the sex but god did that help.

you knock and the door swung open just second later, the tall blonde man stood handsomely in the doorway with the cutest little smirk plastered across his face. yeonjun pulls you in by your waist, closing the door behind you and pulling you into the deepest kiss, not a word being said but both of you making your way to his bedroom, your clothes already began being discarded into the hall on the way. once you made it into his room, you trip over eachother's feet and yeonjun falls flat to the ground, you falling and tumbling ontop of him. you guys share a laugh but continue on with your heated makeout session.

his pouty lips had their way of doing things to you you never thought they could, and it was such a turn on. yeonjun was soon stripped from his clothes but his underwear, as you were as well. he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts with his large hands once they were set free.

"fuck— i missed you," yeonjun admits, kissing your jaw and your sweet spot on your neck.

he pulls you up a bit to began sucking on your bud while his fingers toyed with the other, forcing soft moans to fall from your lips. the wet muscle swiped left and right, sucking harshly as well— fuck, he knew what he was doing.

"don't you think it's a litt— ah~" you start, "a little silly that we're fucking on the floor?"

yeonjun looked up at you and shrugs, licking your nipple one last time before responding, "we're already here, aren't we?" he chuckled.

he's right, you thought. your lips reach for his again, yeonjun working on setting you free from the lace decorating your lower half, "oh doll, did you wear these for me?"

"you wish," you tease.

your hands trail down his torso till they were at the band on his underwear, freeing him as well— he was quick to push inside you too. he wasn't lying when he said he missed you. the feeling of his long cock stretching out your walls was always something you enjoyed, something you could never get enough of. the feeling always felt so euphoric, especially when yeonjun began to get rough.

yeonjun snakes one arm around your waist, as a way of wanting to get you closer, the other moving up to your hair and pushing you head down to kiss him again. the minute he bottoms out, he doesn't waste a second and begins snapping his hips against your ass with a slow and deep pace. moans repeatedly slipped from you into yeonjun mouth, and man did he love it. the way you fell apart for him and him only. this was another thing he thought about, after the summer if you take this any further this could be an all the time thing and he wouldn't have to worry about you fucking around with anyone else.

"so pretty and wet for me, princess," yeonjun praises, "isn't that right, all for me huh?"

"a— all for you," you said breathlessly.

small groans of his own came from him, like he was trying to hold them in but you wanted more. you wanted to hear him. you wanted to hear how you made him feel.

"stop holding them in, i wanna hear you," you say.

yeonjun looks up at you in awe, thrusts becoming faster, "but i can't hear you over me."

you shake your head and kiss his cheek, "please."

yeonjun kisses you again and once he releases, the pretty manly groans left his body— for once, and it just added to the pleasure. it was so hot. the scene was so pornographic and messy, your wetness dripped down yeonjun's cock and to his balls making the nastiest sounds, almost as loud as the two sounds leaving your throats.

"shit," yeonjun threw his head back, hitting the ground. eyes glued shut. his hands move down to grab ahold of your hips. you decided it was time you take control, sitting up and resting your hands on his chest and moving your hips to match his thursts, "like that, just like that. such a dirty girl,"

his bottom lip was caught between his teeth watching the way you rode him so passionately. you couldn't help the sounds you made, not worried about anyone under, beside or above yeonjun's apartment hearing. his tip brushed against your gspot at just the right angle, you continued riding in this position— orgasm already so close.

"you're tightening up around me, love. gonna cum?" he asked, he knew your body so well.

you nod, sucking in your bottom lip, nails digging into the skin of his chest. yeonjun takes the opportunity to hold your hips and fuck up into you, skin slapping against eachother hard. you moan uncontrollably and let him take control of you, "fuck, fuck, keep going," you plead.

"wasn't planning on stopping," yeonjun reassures.

he reached a place deep inside of you you didn't know he could ever reach and it set something off inside you. heart beating at a rapid pace and now you were shaking uncontrollably ontop of him, tightening up around him even more, slick dripping from you more than before. yeonjun let out curses of his own along with yours, the feeling of you cumming adding to his pleasure.

"oh— fuck," you say once you come down, yeonjun stopping his thrusts so he can get the 'okay' if he can keep going or not.

"you can give me one more, can't you? just until i finish, baby." you nod in response and with that yeonjun flipped you two over, your back pressed flat onto the ground and he was now fucking into you relentlessly.

he pulls up your legs by your thighs, spreading them a bit wider and leaning down till your chest was pressed flush again his.

"s— so good," you whimper, feeling fucked dumb already so soon but that's what yeonjun did.

words couldn't really express how you felt. out of this world, sure. like you were floating, that too but right now it just felt like so much more than that. yeonjun was using your body like some sort of sex doll and it felt so good, he just never stopped. thrusts picking up their pace by the minute which just brought him closer and closer to his high.

"were made for me, no one can fuck you like i can. no one can make me cum like you can, yeah?"

"no one," you agreed, "you fuck me so good."

hearing those words come from you was all he needed to move at an impossibly faster pace that no human should be able to but yeonjun sure did that, setting the bar high that you bet no one could ever reach. your entire body felt fuzzy and you were no longer letting anything out, it was more of just deep breaths and tiny whines that yeonjun found so cute.

yeonjun shoved his thumb inside of your open mouth, forcing you to suck which you happily did, circling your tongue around it. he smirks devilishly at the action, he loved how naughty you could get, he loved how you could match his energy and he didn't even have to ask you to do so.

"good girl," he praises before kissing you again and looking deep into your eyes.

you tug lightly at the strands of his head, back arching just pushing you even closer against him. yeonjun watched you with wide, lust filled eyes, he could watch you like this for forever. just at the sight he felt himself twitch inside of you and soon painting your insides white, filling you up to the brim. the sensation alone pulled you towards your second orgasm of the night.

you both held each other tight, helping one another ride out your orgasms. your hips twitch, nonstop, never wanting him to stop. the overstimulation was killing you but it also just felt so good.

eventually yeonjun stops, catching his breath and watching your face as you lay there with closed eyes and weak limbs, "i'll clean you up and then i'll lay you down, you can stay here for the night."

yeonjun was so considerate and generous, taking care of you even after fucking your brains out. you open your eyes, looking at his face that looked like it was sculpted by gods. nodding, he slips out and carries you towards his bathroom, setting you in the tub and starting the water while he cleans up the mess the two of you made on the way to the room.

he laid out a shirt of his for you to wear, getting into some comfy clothes and coming back to the bathroom just to be met with you passed out in the bath. yeonjun snorts a little and walks towards you, rinsing your body a bit more before taking you out to dry you off and get you ready for the night. a soft kiss is placed to your temple the moment both of you are in bed, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go— which he didn't he just was too afraid to admit it.

even if this was all he could get till the summer was over, he'd keep this moment with him for forever just like all the others. he'll always be reminded of the aftertaste from the love you made on the bedroom floor.