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Happy Birthday 💜💜

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YANAN 🥳🎂💜💜

#펜타곤 #PENTAGON

#옌안

#YANAN

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*insert shinwon crying in the corner*

Yanan: lady gaga was right. stop telephoning me.

AHHHHHGG SH-

oh yanan… 😭

Hi !! 💗 Can I request 60 + 277 + 331 (smut) for Pentagon Yanan? Just some fluffy smut with a virgin sub reader and her soft dom bf 💞 Thank you in advance 🥰

Yanan is perfect for a virgin sub reader :’) Enjoy!

60. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” 277. “I can’t hold back anymore.” 331. “If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

Yanan’s lips are so soft, not just in the way they feel but in the way they move against yours. You sigh into his mouth, his hand kneading your hip as his long, lean body hovers above you. You close your eyes as his lips wander from yours to your jaw, turning your head for him naturally. His lips begin to travel down your neck before you feel his strong arms wrapping themselves underneath you tightly, holding your body snug against his. He rolls you over with him, pulling back to smile at you and placing you on top of his lap. You smile back shyly, one of his hands loosely clutching where your hip meets your thigh.

His other hand drifts to your face, holding your cheek gently and brushing over it with his thumb. “Love you.” Butterfly wings create a storm in your stomach as they always do when he says that. “Love you too,” you mumble back, an adoring smile on Yanan’s face. He seemed to look at you like that whenever you were coy with him and you often were. His hand leaves your face, sliding up your back and pulling your top half down to meet his. His lips press against yours instinctually and you melt in his hold.

You shiver when you feel his fingers inch into the back of your shorts. You liked when he would do that, his nails gently scratching at your skin just inside your waistband. You wanted him to push further but he never would, not unless he knew for sure you wanted him to. He was well aware that you were a virgin and could not have been more respectful if he tried. It made you love him even more. It made you want him more.

You push your tongue between his lips and he welcomes it with his own, snaking them together with so much ease it makes you dizzy. Your hips roll with a mind of their own, yearning to be closer and closer to him. He feels so good against your clothed core and you’re thankful he can’t see the blush on your cheeks when you realize how aroused you’re getting. It happens so quickly when you’re with Yanan. Maybe it’s because you love him and you’re aching to be with him and maybe it’s time you finally join your bodies as one.

Your hands fist his shirt for leverage as you grind yourself on him, moaning softly against his lips. You’re no longer kissing, just two pairs of lips touching as you try to get yourself off on his increasingly stiff lap. His eyes are on your face, graciously observing the way you look and sound when you’re experiencing pleasure through him. It makes him ravenous but he concentrates on maintaining his composure. He doesn’t want to ruin this for you by letting his own desires upset the moment.

“Feel good, princess?” His lips nudge the neck of your baggy sweater, placing feather-soft kisses along your shoulder. You hum in response, your hands gripping his hips to pull them up against yours as you lose yourself on him. He hisses at the feeling, trying not to focus on how good you’re making him feel too, even though he’s sure you can tell from the way he’s straining against his jeans. He’s never seen you this needy. When you let out a particularly desperate whine, his nails dig deeper into your flesh. He pushes them deeper inside your shorts, groping your ass firmly in an effort to satiate himself.

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.” He warns, his hands not allowing your hips to continue their quest for release. The frustrated whimper you give him in response makes his heart ache and he pulls back to look at you, tucking a strand of messy hair behind your ear. “I’m sure you can feel how much I want you. It’s killing me.” His tone is direct but it is also obvious that he does not expect anything from you. He never does. He just wants you to know how this moment is affecting him too.

You chew on your lip nervously, blinking at him as you ponder your options. You don’t want to sexually frustrate him, but you want to keep feeling him. You want to be with him, but it’s a big step you’ve never taken with anyone else before. But he isn’t just anyone, is he? You love him and he loves you. He dotes on you everyday for no reason other than it makes him happy to do so. The only thing that has been stopping you from being with him completely all this time is the nervousness that burns in the pit of your stomach. You don’t feel that right now.

“I want you too,” you finally whisper, your cheeks burning bright red at the admission. He takes a moment to digest. He expected that you would shyly agree to stop and just cuddle for the rest of the night. He wasn’t prepared for you to say that. “Mhm? What is it exactly that you want, princess? Tell me and I will give it to you.” His hands glide up and out of your shorts, rubbing your lower back soothingly.

You try to bury your face in your own shoulder as if it would make you invisible. “Want you. Want all of you.” Your voice is barely audible but he hears you, smiling to himself as he turns your face back to him. “Don’t look away, princess. Let me see those pretty eyes when you’re telling me that you want me, hmm?” He pauses and the seconds-long silence feels never-ending. “Are you sure? I need you to be sure.” He holds your chin firmly between two fingers, not daring to let you look away from him this time.

“Y-yes. I’m sure.” Your hands play with the fingers on his free one to distract yourself. “Really want you, Yanan.” You add with a sparkle in your eyes that he can’t miss. “Good girl,” he praises, sending another flood of arousal towards your already dripping core. Without another word, he scoops you into his arms again and carefully flips you into your original position. Him being on top of you feels different this time, your walls clutching around nothing from anticipation alone.

He takes a few minutes to lay his body on yours, exploring it with eager hands as he kisses you with a stupefying passion you’ve not experienced until now. His hands are under your sweater, brushing over every inch of warm skin until they cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples. You can feel him grin against your lips, his hands lingering on your breasts, kneading and flicking bolts of ecstasy into you. He eats up your every pretty moan, pressing his hips into you when you arch into his touch. “Spread your legs wider for me, angel.” He instructs and your body complies automatically.

His hand releases your breast and glides down your stomach, your muscles tensing from excitement. Instead of entering your shorts, he moves over them, pushing them to the side with his fingers that dance along the crotch of your panties. You gasp at the feeling, having never felt him so close before, only a thin piece of fabric separating his fingers from where you want to feel him most. “You’re so wet for me,” he muses mostly for himself, tracing the damp patch in your panties up and down until he can’t take it anymore. He taps your hips and you know he means to lift them so you do, your shorts making their way down your legs and onto the floor. You lift them again when his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties but he pauses before they’ve made it past your ass. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

He sounds earnest and you believe him entirely. He always takes care of you. He finishes removing your underwear and marvels at how your cunt glistens for him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, his middle finger finding its way to your clit where he rubs slow circles, his other hand undoing his jeans. You whimper, your sensitivity at an all time high, your eyes fixed on his zipper reaching the bottom of its track before he pushes his jeans down with his boxers. Your hips raise impulsively at the sight of his cock. He’s long and hard and you’re sure you must be drooling. He smirks at how needy you are for him, pressing your hips back down into the mattress. “Patience, princess.”

You start to whine but you don’t want to be ungrateful. He knows more than you do, afterall. All you know is that you want him desperately. Another finger joins his middle one on your clit and then they’re gliding up and down your folds, prodding at your entrance each time they travel down to it. You squirm, moaning and tilting your head back, making it difficult for Yanan to take it as slow with you as he had intended. Pushing your sweater up to your shoulders, he dips one finger inside of you to test your stretch, cursing under his breath when he feels the way you clench around it. You can’t help but whine this time because he feels so good but you want his cock inside you already.

“Yanan, please,” you whimper, fighting the urge to buck your hips into his hand. He fucks his finger into you slowly and hums. “Please what, princess?” He looks so pleased with himself and it’s almost infuriating how sexily he wears that smugness. “Want you, please— want all of you.” His tongue glides over his bottom lip and he slips another finger inside of you, noticing how quickly you lose your words with his fingers curling inside of you. His free hand is pumping his cock, the head leaking with precum as he aches to feel you around him.

“What did I say about patience?” He taunts you but his touch is full of love. “Reach into that drawer and grab a condom for me, pretty girl.” His head nods in the direction of his nightstand and you somehow summon the brainpower to do as he says with his fingers sliding out and back to your clit where they busy themselves. You hand him the condom and lay back again, watching with dazed eyes as he pulls off his shirt before he rolls it onto himself. He inches closer to you to let his length slide between the lips of your cunt without entering.

The sight of his cock thrusting through your folds alone is enough to make you insane. The feeling of it is even better worse. “Are you ready for me, princess?” He trails kisses across your chest as he waits patiently for your confirmation. You nod your head, your hands running down his sides until they settle on his hips. “Want you so much, Yanan. Please.” He lifts his head to smile at you and plant a kiss on your lips, guiding himself inside you at the same time. He swallows the louder moans that fall from your mouth and into his just as you swallow his groan when he feels you tight around him.

He takes his time to inch his way into you, giving you plenty of time to adjust to him. He distracts you from the burn with tender but messy kisses until he feels you start to relax under him. He thrusts shallowly at first, slow and careful, and you moan in unison as you fully feel each other for the first time. “You feel so good,” he whispers with his lips just an inch from yours, his forehead pressed against yours as he looks into your eyes. “Love you so much.” Your hands wander, over his abs and up his back, wanting to feel every bit of him. “Love you,” you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed as he keeps his slow pace but fucks deeper into you.

You stay like this for a while, leisurely but deep thrusts and contented moans filling the room. Yanan covers every bit of skin he can reach with delicate kisses, his fingers threaded through yours. You feel loved and beautiful as he showers you with praise, telling you how well you’re doing and how perfect you are for him. You’ve entered such a dreamlike state that you’re surprised when you feel the knot inside of you starting to unravel.

You grip at his shoulders, your hips lifting to meet every thrust as your lazy moans pitch up. Yanan knows you’re close and he’s grateful because he’s been fighting himself since he entered you and felt how you squeezed so tightly around him. It’s taken everything in him to not get too overwhelmed by how good you feel. You fucking him back is going to be his undoing. “Fuck, y/n,” he exhales with a prolonged groan. “I can’t hold back anymore. Cum for me, princess.”

As if you had a switch that could be flipped by those words, you do exactly as you’re told, writhing on the sheets as you cum on Yanan’s cock. The moans that accompany your release echo off the walls and are soon followed by Yanan’s as he empties himself into the condom. He stays buried inside you, panting with you as he looks deep into your eyes, intent on sharing this intimate moment with you. The grin on his face forces one onto yours and he melts on top of you, his arms wrapping around you to hold your sweat slicked bodies together.

You lay there together for a few minutes, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he rests his head on your chest. You feel tired in the best way possible, but more importantly, you feel loved. You’re tracing shapes into the skin of his upper back when he lifts his head. “Okay, time for me to get my princess all cleaned up.” He pecks your lips and carefully pulls out of you, standing up and offering you his hand. “Come with me.”

You smile at how cute he is even when he’s completely naked and spent. You take his hand and he pulls you up, your back against his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist and perches his head on your shoulder, guiding you both in the direction of the bathroom. The position makes it a clumsy walk but you appreciate his playfulness. “Love you, Yanan.” “Love you more, princess.”

just reread this and cried omfg

yeah j i’m just want my boys back together :/

hey btw any yanan thoughts? i’m in dee need of some 😣

that's a big mood, I want that too 😭🥺

it's not much but coincidence just so has it that I saw a picture (under the cut) and had thoughts so have this tiny little yanan drabble~

Yanan is sitting at home with you, munching away on a yogurt topped with fruits and nuts and little chocolate chips, while he tells you about his day. He's super invested in telling you about it, maybe he's complaining about a stressful situation or just telling you how busy it was because he had to keep going from one place to another.

You're listening to him, of course you are, but you also can't stop your eyes from wandering to his mouth, a small smile on your face. One or two spoonfuls ago, he'd accidentally gotten a bit of yogurt onto the corner of his lips, and you hands are itching with the need to wipe it away for him.

"Are you listening?" He disturbs your thoughts, his voice a little pouty.

"Yes, sorry, it's just--," you gesture to your own lips, "you have a little yogurt there."

"Oh." His tongue darts out in an effort to get it. "There?" Yanan asks with innocent eyes.

"Wait," you chuckle and lean over the table, "let me get it for you."

You thumb over the corner of his lip and Yanan lets you, not minding the touch one bit. When you're about to draw back, he holds onto your wrist to keep you close. He leans in to leave a tiny peck on your lips.

"Thanks," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Then he let's go, his attention back on his yogurt.

Pentagon reaction to you asking to tie a bow around it pt.2

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wanted to start doing fake texts as they are easier to do then writing full fledged fanfics and i’ve been busy with uni and work so please note fake texts are only open for now! i might open small headcanons later on when i get more used to my schedule!

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