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. · : * ¨ ✘ 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 ꗃ (𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒) ✘ ¨ * : · .

𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ･｡ﾟ

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

‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

❗️ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ❗️

╰┈➤ 𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✘ *.・˚✦

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𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟭 ⟡

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 ⟡

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟯 ⟡

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟰 ⟡

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heaven and back

pairing: soft dom!yeonjun/sub!afab reader

summary: you and your friend yeonjun get high and decide to try something new :)

warnings: drug use (weed), mutual masturbation, oral sex (f. recieving), corruption kink maybe?, use of color system, squirting, overstimulation (but really only bc everything is overstimulating when ur high HAHA)

word count: 2k

a/n: i love yeonjun and weed <3

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚 || 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 (𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒) ✘¨*:·.

𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ･｡ﾟ// 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 2.5𝘬

‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ (ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ

╰┈➤ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ✘ *.・˚✦

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𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯! <3 ♡✧˖*°࿐

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You felt numb. You didn’t know what happened to them. The police escorted you home. Your parents acting as if they were oh-so worried about you in front of the officers, later revealing their real selves once you three were alone.

Your mom gripped your arm, manicured nails puncturing your skin. “Don’t you dare make us look bad like that ever again!”

You ripped your arm away from her. They don’t even care about you, of course. “Leave me alone.”

You turned in the direction of your room, but was abruptly shoved back by your father. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Where’s my knife, huh?” Another shove which backed you against the wall. “And my money you stole, you fucking thief.”

“You’re so ungrateful, Y/n.” Your mom added. “We work hard just for you to steal from us and run off?”

You knew better than to keep fighting. You’ve received many bruises from doing so in the past. But you had finally found something, something truly incredible. Two boys who rescued you, took you in, and actually fucking cared about you. And they were taken from you. “Go to hell.”

You didn’t even flinch when your mom’s palm flew to your face. In fact, you’re not sure if you even felt it, only knowing it happened from the SLAP that rang out upon contact.

You stayed silent as you let them rage on. The faces of the boys, your boys, kept haunting your mind. Where were they right now? Was Yeonjun going to be okay?

Once their tirade was over, they finally dismissed you. You isolated yourself in your room, and that was where you stayed.

The days were bleak, the nights full of restless sleep. You left your room for school, but not much else. You picked up some bad habits, like stealing alcohol from your mom, or smoking weed in the park on your way home. You felt more hopeless and alone than ever before, but somehow, life went on.

⟡

What felt like both a blink in time and an eternity later, you entered high school. Waves of teenagers flooded the halls. You ghosted through the crowd just like you’ve ghosted through life for the past 3 years. The day passed by you like every other had, grey and uninteresting.

On your walk home through the park, you stopped to smoke. You found a bench tucked away near the trees, pulling out your joint and lighter. You slipped the end of the paper between your lips, bringing the lighter up, ready to become numb with a flick of the flame.

“It is you.”

Your heart stopped, your body froze. That voice.

Arms enveloped you. Hugs strong enough to break you. But you knew you were safe.

The joint fell from your lips, completely forgotten as your world suddenly brightened.

There they were. Your boys.

They were older, stronger. They had found you again.

You cried. You cried and cried in their arms. They held you and let it happen. Yeonjun rubbed your back, Taehyun stroked your palm with his thumb. You noticed they were both taller than you now.

When you finally calmed down, breathing even, Yeonjun held your face in his hands. “We thought we saw you in the hallway, we had to be sure.” His thumbs stroked your cheeks and his eyes bore into yours. There it was, that stony seriousness his eyes always held. “I still plan on keeping my promise.”

You didn’t even try to stop yourself. Your lips met his, light but still sharing the years of loneliness. His lips lingered for a moment before pulling away and kissing your forehead.

“Damn, did you not miss me?” Taehyun teased from behind you. You giggled in Yeonjun’s arms before pecking Taehyun’s lips. You never thought you would feel this way again. Safe, happy, complete. You were meant to be in their arms.

“Since when do you smoke?” The elder inquired, eyeing the neglected joint on the grown. You only replied with a kiss to his cheek, smiling so wide it almost hurt. You haven’t smiled much since you lost them.

The memory of that night haunted you. But you were older now, too. Smarter. You wanted to know every detail of what happened to them after that night. The sun was starting to lower, reminding you that your parents were expecting you home soon. Taehyun noticed the change in your eyes. “Don’t go back to them.”

Tears threatened to spill over your eyes. “I don’t fucking want to.”

“Then come with us.” Yeonjun offered. “We’ll run away again. It’s what we know. We could make it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Please, take me away.”

⟡

You had a plan. Go home, grab a couple things, wait for your parents to fall asleep. The boys would be waiting for you in a truck Yeonjun somehow obtained. You wouldn’t be surprised if he’d stolen it. They had parked further along the street, trying to wait patiently for you.

You packed your book bag with some clothes and food before something crossed your mind. You knew it would be risky, but you also knew trucks needed gas. And gas costs money. You crept up to your parents room before cautiously turning the nob. Somehow you were able to pull a $50 from your dad’s wallet before closing the door without a sound. Now, you were ready. You crept down the stares, carefully opening the front door.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

No.

“Think you can steal from me and just leave, again?” You took off, making it halfway through the front yard before he grabbed you. You fought against him, his grip tightening before he threw you onto the damp grass.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Yeonjun. You almost didn’t recognize his voice. There was something lethal in his tone. And suddenly your dad was off you. You turned in time to see him and Yeonjun on the ground, Yeonjun on top delivering blows to your father’s face. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

“What the hell?” Your mother appeared in the doorway. The momentary distraction allowed your dad a chance to hit Yeonjun back, knocking him off.

“Stop!” Your strained cry rang out. You reacted on instinct, throwing yourself in front of Yeonjun to take your dad’s next punch.

It stung and you heard ringing.

“Y/n, Yeonjun, fuck!” You heard Taehyun’s muted voice. Then, piercing pops. You knew that noise too well. Gunshots.

Your mom screamed.

You regained your focus. You were on the ground next to Yeonjun, who was also trying to restore his senses. You looked up to see your dad. The handgun he kept on his hip drawn, aimed at the boy in front of him, who also had a gun pointing back. You weren’t sure whose shots those just were.

Sirens began in the distance.

“Yeonjun, let’s go!” Taehyun commanded, eyes never leaving the man in front of him, gun ready.

“I’m not leaving her!” Yeonjun snarled.

“It hurts me too!” Taehyun countered. “But we won’t be any use to her if we’re thrown back in jail!”

Yeonjun groaned, turning to face you. “I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Tears filled your eyes, but you nodded, getting up to face your father. The look you gave him could’ve poisoned him. He stared back at you, lowering his gun. Still, you yanked it from him before he could react, pointing it at him. His eyes widened in fear as you spoke. “Let them go.”

He nodded. With that, Yeonjun allowed Taehyun to help him up, but his eyes remained on you. He watched as you kept the gun strained on your father, hands steady. You were only 14. Then again, so was Taehyun. Yeonjun wanted to protect the both of you from the harsh reality of the world, but he was failing.

Once Taehyun got Yeonjun on his feet, both boys faced you. Their eyes held the most serious of expressions. “We’ll be back for you, Y/n,” Taehyun promised.

Yeonjun’s hand cupped your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Tears spilled over your eyes, wetting his fingers. His eyes, usually unreadable, were now flooded with emotion. “I love you, Y/n.” He kissed your forehead. “I swear it.”

And with that, they got in the truck, and sped off.

⟡

They were no longer in school. Birthdays went by without care. 15, 16, 17, 18. Then, graduation. Your parents didn’t even show up. They didn’t really interact with you much after that night, but you were glad. Your mom kept drinking, your dad smoking more cigarettes in a day than you’ve ever seen and the stench always burned your nose.

Once the ceremony was over, the parking lot flooded with people. And yet, there they were.

Parked in a red pickup truck, Yeonjun at the wheel and Taehyun in the passenger seat, there they were. When Taehyun noticed you, he immediately alerted the elder. Your eyes met theirs. You couldn’t stop yourself, you broke out into a run. Yeonjun got out and caught you in the biggest embrace, his strong arms almost suffocating you, but you didn’t care. He lifted you into the truck and you scooted into the middle of the bench seat, hugging Taehyun next to you.

Taehyun kissed your forehead. “We missed you,” he admitted. His eyes seemed to have aged twice as fast as his body. What had they been up to? You decided to ignore that for now. They were here.

“I missed my boys too.” You said, squeezing his hand as your lips met his.

Yeonjun got situated in the car, hand resting on your thigh. He turned on the car, not minding you and Taehyun making out beside him. “Let’s get out of here.”

Finally.

The three of you spent days on the road. You had some graduation money and you learned that they had been planning this for a while, as they had built up a decent savings. Enough to keep you all fed, refill on gas, and get a motel room when needed.

As the sun fell behind the trees, Yeonjun told you how in fact they had been planning this. They had to do it in a way to give you the best opportunity. Although both of them wanted to face your parents, especially Yeonjun. He never lost that fire in his eyes whenever your now-past home life was on topic.

Three days of taking turns sleeping and driving before you three finally stopped at a motel. Though there was legally nothing your parents could do now, you wanted to be sure they couldn’t find you. The three of you checked in to a small motel off the highway. The desk attendant gave a strange look when you three asked for a one bedroom, but you paid them no mind.

Finally, they came back. Finally, they took you away.

Once you three got situated in the room, Yeonjun suggested to all get some rest. As you changed into your pajamas, a thin camisole and shorts, you turned to meet a half-naked Yeonjun. Your cheeks blushed but you couldn’t help how your eyes traveled his chest. He was definitely older.

He stepped closer to you, eyes warm, but intense. “Y/n-,”

You cut him off with a deep kiss. It was a long moment before you two broke away. Tears streaked your cheeks. “Thank you for keeping your promise,” you mumbled against his lips.

Taehyun’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his lips grazed the shell of your ear. “No need to thank us.” He kissed your neck with purpose. Goosebumps erupted on your skin at the grazing of his teeth and you let out a whimper. “You’re ours.”

You let them devour you. Yeonjun’s tongue danced along your lips, sending a delicious feeling through your body.This was more than those drunk nights in their hideaway. This time, you were all completely sober. Nothing felt more right than being with them.

Taehyun’s lips trailed your neck before returning to your ear. “Our girl.” His growling in your ear, his possessiveness, his hands needing your waist, had your knees weak.

Yeonjun pulled away from your lips with a pop. “Fuck, Taehyun.” He spun you around, allowing the younger to taste your lips as he took to decorating your neck. “No one touches our girl but us.”

They were driving you crazy. It was almost overwhelming, but you found your body to be really enjoying it. Yeonjun‘s teeth met a bruise Taehyun had just left and the dull pain had you gasping. Taehyun used the opportunity to slipped his tongue between your lips.

Yeonjun wrapped his long fingers around your throat from behind, forcing you to whine into the younger’s mouth. Taehyun groaned, his own fingers tangled in your hair, keeping you close. You felt Yeonjun’s other hand slither up your shirt, gliding his fingers over your stomach. He laughed at your squirming. “Are you enjoying all this attention, Baby?” He whispered into your ear, fingers trailing towards your breasts. You thought you were going to cry with how riled up they were making you.

Taehyun suddenly broke the kiss. Your swollen lips chased after his, but he tightened his grip on your roots. Taehyun‘s other hand dove into your shorts, immediately finding your clothed clit. “Fuck,” he growled, which only ignited your body more as Yeonjun groped your breasts. “I need to see every inch of you.”

In one swift movement, Taehyun pulled off your shorts and underwear. Yeonjun followed by swiftly removing your shirt, the cold air arousing your nipples. Both boys took you in, eyes completely focused on you. They met eyes before each one took a nipple in their mouth. Their tongues and teeth rolled around the buds and you couldn’t hold back the noises they were drawing out of you.

One of their hands, you couldn’t focus on who’s exactly, began massaging your ass cheek. Another hand reached down to stroke your inner thigh. So close to where you needed them. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please.” Your small squeak made them both stop their actions and look up at you. As your eyes went from one gaze to the other, all you saw were pools of dark depths.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun must have been growing as impatient as you, his large hand reaching down to your wet folds. He stuck two fingers in with ease, but the sudden intrusion still made you yelp. Yeonjun gently shushed you as his fingers opened you up. The pain quickly shifted to pleasure and you started rocking against his fingers. “That’s my girl. Use my hand to get off, yeah?”

His words were deeply affecting you, your hips picking up the pace. He began pumping into you at a bullet speed and you nearly screamed, your release building fast.

Without warning, your released crashed through you. You had no time to feel embarrassed as Yeonjun kept pumping his fingers, letting you ride out the high. When your body calmed down and you opened your eyes, he was watching you with absolute awe.

You kissed Yeonjun before turning to find Taehyun stroking himself. You reached towards him, but he grabbed your hand. “We finally have you all to ourselves.” He said, smiling down at you. “No need to rush, Baby. Besides,” he leaned down, lips grazing your own, “I like to watch.”

His lips crashed into yours briefly before he sat back up, but he never let go of your hand. Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun blamed himself a good bit for that night. He shouldn’t have let go of your hand, shouldn’t have let those cops take you. Now, as Yeonjun wrapped your legs around his waist, filling you up and making you feel so fucking good, Taehyun firmly held your hand. He would never let go again.

The boys took turns with you, drowning you in love and attention. They made you feel things beyond imagination and you basked in the warm glow that was them. You and your boys. The night didn’t end until you three were too exhausted to continue.

The next morning, you woke up between them, their warmth blanketing you as their limbs draped around your figure. You wanted more than anything to stay like this forever. But it was time to leave.

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

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