I Read Nature Boy And Omg I Loved It So Much! Its So Weird That Literally Like 2 Days Ago I Was Thinking

I read Nature Boy and omg I loved it so much! It’s so weird that literally like 2 days ago I was thinking of a fae concept for txt, specifically yeonjun and I thought it was like such a great idea and then I stumble across your one-shot and it was so similar to what I had in mind, even down to some little details, it’s scary lol I guess I really can’t have an original idea. You executed that concept perfectly though!!

AWE I really appreciate you taking the time to tell me this 🥺🖤💞 I think even if you write the same concept it could still come out different enough and I bet it’d still be really good! I’d definitely read it! <3

KINKTOBER DAY 1 — MIRROR SEX

PAIRING: soobin x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, mirror sex, fingering, unprotected sex, usage of nicknames.

WC: 556 words

A/N: hello my precious angels <3 the day has come, it’s finally the time for kinktober! are you all ready for a month full of filth? it’s my first txt fic, i hope y’all enjoy this :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <3

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Soobin was undoubtedly one of the sweetest boys you had come across, his dimples and soft demeanor only added to his good boy persona, so you were having trouble comprehending how you got into your current situation.

The said boy sitting behind you, a hand snaked up your neck, the other hand rubbing your slit in an agonizingly slow caress, your eyes closing at the feeling of his chest pressed against your bare back, his lips close to the shell of your ear.

“Oh no, baby. I told you to keep your pretty eyes open for me, didn't I?” he inserted two digits in your cunt without any warning, simultaneously forcing your face up for your eyes to see how his long fingers disappeared inside you, courtesy of the wall sized mirror fixed on his closet.

You didn't peg him to be the kind who would be so commanding once you saw him downstairs, enjoying the party. Perhaps calling him a 'good little virgin' wasn't something you should have done, however, you didn't regret any bit of it, since he was adamant on providing you with proof that he, indeed, was not the inexperienced virgin you thought he was.

“Look at yourself being a puddle in my arms,” he mocked your state, your whimper only adding to his amusement as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, his eyes fixated on your figure, scanning every reaction that you gave out, mesmerized by your fucked up appearance that the mirror reflected.

He nipped at your neck, noticing how your legs shook, a loud moan of his name rolling off your tongue as you felt his rock hard cock against your ass.

“Needy, are we now?” he amused, and you nodded fervently, wanting him to fuck you to your orgasm, “I'll need words, sweetheart.”

The nicknames made you swoon, however you were quick to speak up, “P—please! Want your cock inside me, ah—”

With one swift motion, he held you up, pumping his cock a few times, your breath hitching at the sight of his length as you observed him through the mirror which was slightly fogged up, courtesy of your activities.

He pushed you down his length, bottoming out fully as you spasmed around his length, him fucking you from underneath and making sure your eyes stayed fixated on the mirror throughout as his thrusts got sharper and deeper inside your cunt, loud sounds of your pleasure resonating the room.

“I'm—” you gasped as he slightly slapped your clit, the action sending a wave of shiver up your body.

“Not so quick, princess,” he chuckled near your ear, holding on to your waist and slamming you down on his cock.

He took his sweet time with you, the faint noise of music filling the room from the party downstairs, the room misty with the essence of sex all over.

Your eyes roll back as he groans lowly, filling you up with his warm cum as he rubs your clit with the soft pad of his thumb, sending you into a state of bliss, your walls clenching around him in a frenzy, helping you ride your orgasm.

“Fuck!” you breathed out, resting your head on his shoulder. However, your eyes snapped open with his next statement.

“Bend down, princess, I'm not done with you yet.”

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song: 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 - 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 🫦 Yeonjun x afab!reader // 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✦ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃

‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, oral (f!receiving), mentions of drug use (weed), dirty talk, use of the word slut once

©𝘆𝗮𝘄𝗻𝘇𝘇𝗻𝟰𝟮𝟬 <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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✧༺♥༻∞Kinktober Day 4

Yeonjun ft. Jeon Jungkook

Squirting +Mirror sex + Voyeurism

warnings: smut, squirting, mirror sex, unclear sex boundaries, there is slightly dubious consent about JK sitting in

Taglist: @taekookstata @owjohny @dickdeprived @lvefoolishh

word count: 1374 words

a/n: ik this is late. i'm shifting to my college dorm this week so it's a bit hectic. i'm gonna catch up though (hopefully :P)

༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺༻✦༺ ༻✧༺ ༻✦༺༻✦༺ ༻✧༺

“They’re gonna know,” you whimper, glancing at the door, the wooden flooring cold under your ass, contrasting with the heat of the man behind you.

“They won’t,” Yeonjun’s tongue is sticking out between his teeth, a tiny peek of pink in the mirror which you glance at. “There are no cameras in this room, it’s for our personal use.”

“They’ll hear,” you gasp as Yeonjun’s fingers shove deeper in your pussy, two fingers deep already having worked you open already, slick fluid dripping down, pooling on the hardwood floor as Yeonjun fingers you, your body coiling tighter with each brush of his fingers against your nerves.

He nuzzles your ear, your back pressed against his chest and watches in the mirror as you lose your composure under his touch, watches your pretty thighs tremble when he presses the pad of his middle finger to your clit, rubbing tight circles which has you arching your back, falling against him, your skirt bunched at your waist, your panties hanging off your left ankle, a pretty baby pink thing.

“Fuck- ju-junnie!” you moan, your hand scrabbling at his wrist, to press closer, to push him off, you don’t know. The knot in your belly is so tight, you’re on the verge of coming undone. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and the sight really hits you.

The practice room, Yeonjun’s concentrated look, the furrow of his eyebrows, how dark his usually soft brown eyes are, the sweat that sticks to both of you. The smell of his deodorant, the tense muscles in his biceps as he hitches you higher into his lap, makes you spread your legs more in the mirror like a wanton whore, putting yourself on display in your boyfriend’s company building knowing anyone can walk in, knowing that the door doesn’t lock from the inside, not after Kai got stuck in one of the rooms and missed a schedule.

Your fingers wander from Yeonjun’s wrist to his knuckles, your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Inside me, please,” you whisper, a choked moan following right after.

You pray no one comes here, especially not one of the juniors. You don’t want to scar them mentally for life. Yeonjun’s fingers plunge into your sopping wet hole again, a slick squelch audible as he curls his fingers inside you. That was your last straw.

You cum, toes curling in your shoes, body tensing as your pussy flutters around Yeonjun’s fingers, eyes fluttering shut when you see a sliver of black in your periphery.

Someone coughs behind you and then you freeze.

Yeonjun stiffens too, his arms snapping your thighs close with undue strength, making you wince and you turn, eyes widening in horror.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun’s voice is shaky, dumbstruck. Scared.

“You should lock doors, you know? Or do it in rooms that actually lock,” Jungkook states, fiddling with the broken lock on the door. His doe-eyes flick up. “Oh, don’t be scared, I’m not gonna tell anyone, kid,” he grins mischievously, keeping his eyes firmly away from your compromising figure, even now that your legs are closed, you are still acutely aware of your underwear on display for Yeonjun’s sunbae. The Jeon Jungkook.

You want to laugh. You also want to cry and bury your head in Yeonjun’s chest, ashamed. You move to tug up your underwear and hopefully walk away like this never happened in the first place. At least that’s what you try to do but Yeonjun’s hand catches your wrist.

“Do you mind if hyung watches?” Yeonjun asks abruptly, eyes flickering up to meet yours.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jungkook’s swagger falter as well at Yeonjun’s intonation.

“What- watches what-,” you stumble over your words, gaze whipping back and forth between Yeonjun and a dumbstruck senior standing by the door.

“Yeonjun I don’t thi-,” Jungkook begins but is silenced at the pleading look in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Okay,” you say. “I don’t mind.” And though your hands tremble, a thrill runs through you.

The grin on Yeonjun’s face is Cheshire like, the way his eyes crinkle in an almost unfriendly way. Once, this had been a fantasy he had discussed with you and you had said yes.

“Do you mind watching, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, voice so honeyed, the way it only got when he was at his absolutely depravity.

Jungkook’s lips pursed up but he shook his head, taking long strides across the floor, coming to stand in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of what you have only ever watched in fancams or in passing before, the way the muscles in Jungkook’s calves shift as he crouches down in front of the mirror before sitting against it, eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Open your legs for hyung now,” Yeonjun’s hands press on the inside of your thighs, opening you up again. You see Jungkook swallow reflexively as Yeonjun pulls your skirt up, tucking it back into your waistband so it doesn’t fall.

“What would you like to see hyung?” cat-eyes flick up to Jungkook who glances between the bared pink slit and the hungry, almost feral glint in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Finger her like you were doing before,” Jungkook says, keeping his voice as steady as he could.

Yeonjun nods, tracing your folds with a cold index before coming to circle your clit the subsequent pleasure having you buck your hips into his hand.

“Look at hyung while I get you off, okay?” Yeonjun instructs pushing a finger in you. You could cum right now if Yeonjun sped up the slightest bit. Could cum with Jeon Jungkook’s eyes on your, so doe-eyed and yet no innocence, the clench of his jaw an indication of the restraint he was exercising.

Yeonjun kisses your neck, licking behind your ear; you shiver, more wetness pooling on Yeonjun’s fingers. He pushes in three which has you gasping, once again right where you were before Jungkook walked in, so close to orgasm. Yeonjun fingers brush against your g-spot again. And again. And again and you’re moaning, the pressure in your belly unrelenting and there is this other need. You feel like you’re gonna pee. And you really don’t want to in front of two guys.

“Ye- stop, Yeonjun,” you bite your lips, muscles tense, threatening to release you into an orgasm. But Yeonjun is too far gone, to indulged in the way his fingers glisten in the mirror when he pulls them out of you and then pushes the milky arousal back into your cunt, so fucking wet, wetter than he has ever had the pleasure of seeing you.

“Stop- junnie- I’m gonna cu-“ you whisper voice cut short by the fuse going off in your body. You cry out, mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ while Yeonjun still continues fingering you unrelenting.

You hear a soft gasp from Jungkook, the unforeseen amount of wet you feel gush out of you as you climax, vision darkening, heartbeat thundering in your ears and so much fluid coming out of you, you are sure not all of it is just your arousal.

“You squirted,” there is wonder in Yeonjun’s voice. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His hand squeezing your thigh, massaging it while your limp body tried to regain its senses, utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know either,” you whispered, breath heavy, only now realising that the feeling of wanting to ‘pee’ was simply instinct to squirt. Oh my god Yeonjun made me cum so hard that I squirted-

Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, eyes on the puddle of clear liquid before flicking back up to your face.

“That was… fucking amazing,” he nods as though confirming his conclusions to himself and you feel suddenly even more mortified sitting in front of him with not a single piece of fabric covering your ass and yet dressed in shoes and socks.

“Next time I’m not just watching,” Jungkook says voice deep; promptly getting up and walking out the practice room, but not before you see the imprint of his cock in his joggers.

“I’m gonna make you squirt every single time now,” Yeonjun nips at your ear, massaging your thighs. “Gonna make Jungkook hyung watch again if that’s what it takes.  

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𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - 𝒮𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓈 🖤 ✧.*

-

This life would be a nightmare to others, but it is a dream come true to you. Your boys were your home. Going from motel to motel, surviving off gas station sandwiches and coffee, this was the life you chose. You chose them, the smell of tobacco once again making you feel safe.

The three of you ended up settling in a town far away, staying in a final motel. Taehyun got a job flipping burgers at a neighborhood diner. It didn’t take long for him to convince the owner to hire you on as a waitress. Yeonjun never said if he had a job or not, though there were occasions in which he’d disappear for hours at a time. But since moving here, he always had money, so no questions were asked.

A few months went by and you three finally moved into an apartment. It was a little cramped for the three of you, only a single bedroom, but you liked it. You liked the little couch Taehyun bought off his coworker, the mini fridge that was stuffed to the brim with takeout, the same two board games you three played because you couldn’t afford a tv yet. You loved making new memories here, forgetting your old, sad life.

That is, until Yeonjun didn’t come home one night.

You and Taehyun sat up all night for him, sitting close to each other on the small couch, eyes never leaving the door. Worried thoughts softly shared between the lengths of silence and hands held tight for comfort.

He didn’t come home until the next night, clothes tattered, a black eye, and bandaging all around his waist. Taehyun was furious. “What the fuck, Yeonjun?!” He grabbed the elder’s shoulders, taking in his roughed up face and bandages. “What happened? Where were you?”

Yeonjun was hesitant to speak. At least until his eyes met yours and noticed the shine of tears. Then finally, the elder sighed, ready to admit the truth.

Yeonjun was involved with drugs and has been for years. “A deal went wrong and the fucker stabbed me.” He glanced down at his waist, reliving the night. “Thankfully, my partner took them out before things could get worse.”

The two of you stared at him, processing the information. Taehyun wore a mix of hurt, anger, and fear. But it was you who spoke up first. “Why?” You squeaked.

Yeonjun was quiet for a moment, staring down at his knife wound. He took a deep inhale and you realized just how exhausted he looked. “They were the ones that shot at us that night.” His words turned your blood cold, remembering the night you three had met. You could still hear the dog snarling in your dreams sometimes. Then of course, the night you were forced away by gunshots and your boys were ripped away from you.

“So why would you join them?” Taehyun sneered, balled fists trembling in anger.

“They said they wouldn’t come after you two if I worked for them.” Yeonjun swept a hand through his messy locks. “We killed one of their friends, Taehyun. They wanted revenge. Back then, soon after I got out of the hospital, I got jumped. I guess they liked how I fought cause they offered me a job. In exchange, they would leave you two alone.” A long silence stretched into the night before Yeonjun sighed again. “It started with just little dime bags. I didn’t expect it to become this.”

When you saw the glistening in his eyes, you wrapped your arms around him. He was warm, alive, and that’s all you wanted to focus on. He continued his story, though his voice was strained. “When they heard I was leaving town, they told me they had a job for me here. I would have enough to support us, protect us. Finally give you two the lives you deserve. And I fucked it up.”

“Stop.” Yeonjun was caught off guard when you spoke. “You saved me, Yeonjun. Both of you did.” You looked at Taehyun, seeing the shadow of tears in his eyes.

Yeonjun took a deep breath in an attempt to collect himself, turning to Taehyun. “I’m sorry.”

Taehyun walked over, embracing you two tightly. “You’re a fucking idiot, Yeonjun.” You two glanced up at Taehyun, finding a smile teasing his lips. “You don’t need to sell drugs to support us anymore, especially not at such a risk.”

The night was long and full of tears. The three of you ended up in bed, just embracing and kissing until you fell asleep between them. Your light snoring kept you from hearing their whispered conversation.

“I’m sorry.” Yeonjun told Taehyun. “I have to meet with them again. To stop this.”

“Let me come with you.” Taehyun pleaded, eyeing the elder’s bandaged waist.

“No.” Yeonjun was stern with his reply. His eyes fell on your sleeping form between them. “Stay here and keep her safe. I’ll be back by morning.”

As he rose from the bed, but Taehyun grabbed the elder’s wrist. “But what if you don’t come back?”

Yeonjun faced Taehyun again, attempting a smile that the younger saw right through. “I will come back, I swear.”

-

Yeonjun met with them. A grimy little dock just outside of town, the elder arrived to meet two men. One was much younger and taller, standing behind the shorter man, gun in hand. Yeonjun ignored him, facing the shorter man dressed in a suit, eyes shaded by sunglasses. “I’m not your pawn anymore. I quit.”

“How many years has it been?” A smile ghosted the man’s face. “Did you forget you killed my friend?”

“Your friend was going to hurt my-.” Yeonjun almost snarled. He took a deep breath, composing himself. “And seven years of being your puppet should be enough. You said I just had to work for you, not actually join your gang. I worked my way up to be your best plug in the city. I went to so many parties and fights, I’ve gotten stabbed and shot countless times, I’ve fucking killed so many-,” another deep breath. “I’m done.”

Yeonjun stared the man down, waiting for a reply, while keeping the taller man within his peripherals. Finally, the man in the suit spoke. “You were meant for this life, y’know.”

Yeonjun hesitated for a second. “What do you mean?”

The man tilted his head. “I’ve seen many people who think they’re tough, just to put a gun in their hands and they shit themselves.” He laughed, taking a step closer. “But you, Yeonjun, you enjoyed it.”

Yeonjun let a moment linger before he responded. “I’m done.” The man simply nodded. “And don’t come after me or them.” Yeonjun’s eyes burned fiercely.

The man chuckled deeply. “Like I said, you were meant for this life. You find home in the chaos. Good luck escaping it.”

Yeonjun wanted nothing more than to pull the gun out of his waist and kill the despicable excuse for a human in front of him. Instead, he swallowed, and uttered his next words with upmost finality. “I have a chance to, finally. And I’m taking it.” And with that, Yeonjun turned to leave.

-

You awoke to find Taehyun sat on the edge of the bed, gun in hand, and Yeonjun nowhere to be seen. “Where is he?”

Taehyun sighed before responding, not looking at you. “He said he had to meet with them one last time. To end things.” You jumped up, throwing the blanket off of you. Taehyun watched as you pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. “What are you doing?”

“Going to help him.” You replied, lacing up your boots.

“He wants us to stay here.” Taehyun argued. “He said he’ll be back by morning.”

“Taehyun,” you exclaimed. “Do you really think they’re just going to let him go so easy?”

The younger stared at you for a moment before bowing his head in defeat. “Let’s go.”

You and Taehyun grabbed your weapons. Yeonjun had gifted you a knife. Taehyun got you a gun. You weren’t that sad scared little girl your parents ruthlessly brought into this world anymore. You were strong now. All thanks to your boys.

Now, not only did they protect you, but you could protect them.

-

As Yeonjun turned to leave, he heard the rumbling engine just before he saw the truck pull in. His face paled. No.

Taehyun shifted the vehicle to park, halting it. You two exited, running up to him.

“Yeonjun!” Your voice hit his ears, his blood running cold. No!

“Y/n, Taehyun!” Yeonjun yelled. “Get out of here!”

“Not without you!” Taehyun replied, taking hold of his gun from his waist.

The man chuckled behind Yeonjun. “It’s ok! They’re letting me-,” he cut off as you reached them and aimed your gun at the man. “Y/n, don’t!”

You held the gun without a tremble. The mysterious man eyed you curiously. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He walked closer to you, until he was right in front of you, gun pressing into his chest. “Shoot.”

“Y/n…” Yeonjun warned. “They’re letting me walk away. Put the gun down.”

Your eyes never left the man, but after a moment you reluctantly lowered your gun. Until the man grabbed the barrel, pulling your aim to his head, just between his eyes. “Now, c’mon, Yeonjun.” He sneered, removing his glasses. His eyes were like two stones, completely void of emotion. “This girl is so eager, let’s see what she’s about. She might be of use to us.”

The man’s eyes bore into yours, Yeonjun watching the situation unfold. “Don’t involve her.” He snarled from behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist protectively.

“If I’m losing one of my best, I need to find a replacement.” The man said, eyeing you like a starving man faced with a hot meal. It made your skin crawl.

“Not her.” You felt his warmth next to you, his other hand resting on your shoulder.

“Then how about your little brother over there?” The man nodded towards Taehyun. “He’s a hell of a shot.” Taehyun nearly snarled, hand tightening on the gun at his side.

“Stop.” The authority of your voice cut through the air. Your eyes met the man’s, unwavering.

“Tell me, little girl,” the man sneered. “Have you ever killed before?”

“Don’t!” Yeonjun warned him.

You didn’t dare break eye contact, remaining silent. The man gave it a moment before tilting his head and continuing. “Do you even have it in you?”

“Enough!” Yeonjun lowered your arm, his free hand pushing the man aside. He guided you behind him swiftly, facing the man head on. “Let us go. I won’t cause any trouble.”

They stared for a while before the man finally answered. “You made a couple friends during your years with us. I’m sure you’ve made enemies too.” His eyes narrowed as he watched Yeonjun, amused. “You have my word that I will not pursue you, nor will I send anyone after you.”

Yeonjun nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but the man spoke again. “What my people do of their own free will is not of my control.”

Yeonjun reluctantly nodded, giving the man a final glare before turning to you. “Let’s go.”

“Until next time.” The man dismissed the group of you, eyes never leaving you in particular as he watched Yeonjun pull you away.

The three of you boarded the truck, Taehyun starting up the engine. Even driving miles away, you swear you could still feel those cold, beady eyes on you.

-

“We have to leave.” The first words Yeonjun said as the three of you entered your apartment. You and Taehyun didn’t argue. You three packed up the necessities without another word to each other.

After filling the truck with bags, Yeonjun started up the truck as you took your usual spot in the center, Taehyun sliding in behind you. Yeonjun drove to the landlord’s office a few minutes down the road, returning the key with some money and a sincere apology. Next, you stopped for gas. It was while Yeonjun was filling the truck that someone finally spoke.

“Where are we going, now?” Taehyun wondered aloud, staring out the window.

“Far away.” Yeonjun answered. He looked at Taehyun, then at you. Maybe he couldn’t provide you guys with the lives you deserved, but he will keep you two safe if it’s the last thing he does.

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