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Middle of the Night
Pairing: Vampire!Yeonjun x reader
Words: 785
Warnings/rating: SFW, Vampire!AU, blood...this Yeonjun is just something else, ya'll.
Author's Note: Wow, look at me, finally writing for TXT and it's not Beomgyu related (who is she?)! This is inspired by the song Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé.
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“Is this okay?”
Yeonjun’s eyes are wild, pupils blown out and irises stained a deep crimson. He’s even more frazzled looking than usual, and you can see blue veins peeking through the thin skin of his face, almost paperlike in its texture. You glance over at your bedside alarm.
3:47am. Sounds about right.
“I’ve told you every time, it’s fine. I would say something if it wasn’t.”
He nods, but his eyes are slightly glazed over as he leans closer to you, a hand moving your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your neck. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat as his gaze falls down your neck and across your collarbone.
“Are you sure?”
You roll your eyes this time, bringing your hands to cup each side of his face, making him look at you again as you nod. His irises seem to darken even further, almost to jet black as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
“I’ve been craving you, you know…” he murmurs into the delicate skin of your neck, licking small stripes under your jawline and close to your collarbone. You feel him smile against your skin as you flush, your heartbeat growing more frantic in your chest.
“Yeonjun, d-don’t do that,” you stammer, even while a smile starts to make its way across your face.
He leans back, concern clouding his features. “Do what?”
“Fluster me on purpose!” you exclaim, lightly hitting him across the arm. He smiles widely, and you can see his canines catch even the dimmest of light in your room as they start to elongate, somehow making his face even more handsome than it already was.
“You know you look even prettier when you’re flustered, though.” He runs a finger delicately down the side of your neck and across your collarbone, grinning wickedly as you turn a shade darker than before. “You ready?” You gulp and give him the go-ahead.
Yeonjun leans forward again into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his canines dragging across your skin, points millimeters away from piercing your jugular. He reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and squeezes as he sinks into your flesh.
You instinctively let out a small yelp of pain, but the feeling is swiftly replaced by one of warmth. It’s almost like you’re buzzed after a night out as you lean against your pillows as Yeonjun takes his fill of your blood, one hand still wrapped around his and the other woven into his hair. You’re lightheaded, but it feels good.
Yeonjun eventually slows down from the greedy pace he had started with, finally backing away after ten minutes. He looks dazed himself, a small trickle of your blood working its way across his lips and down towards his chin. His eyes have settled back to their normal deep brown, and his veins are no longer visible.
You feel like you do each time this happens-it’s like you’re drunk on the man sitting in front of you. You wish you knew his entire life…what he was like as a child, how he ended up this way, did he have any friends? You move your thumb across his lips, removing the blood before it dries there, and find yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him senseless.
“May I?”
Yeonjun’s seemingly unprompted question shakes you out of your thoughts. “What?”
“You just asked ‘what would it be like to kiss him senseless’? I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, so…may I?”
You swallow thickly, and nod. He leans in again, only this time he’s maintaining eye contact the entire time until he’s so close it’s no longer possible. As you close your eyes, you can feel his lips ghost over yours, much more timid than his teeth across your neck. You push forward with insistent pressure, and it doesn’t take long for Yeonjun to match your movements, pillowy lips greedily moving against your mouth, tongues meeting each other sloppily. After a few moments, he pulls away, remembering that you need air to survive, though he would be willing and eager to kiss you for eternity.
You gasp in a few breaths, and immediately start giggling uncontrollably.
“What is it, dearest?” Yeonjun raises an eyebrow at you and pouts, and the combination of that with his antiquated term of endearment makes you laugh even harder.
“It’s just…I’ve wanted to do that for so long, and it was really that easy?”
Yeonjun smiles and his canines flicker again in the dim light.
“I may be a vampire, dear, but I was also human once not so long ago…all you had to do was ask.”
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Middle of the Night
Pairing: Vampire!Yeonjun x reader
Words: 785
Warnings/rating: SFW, Vampire!AU, blood...this Yeonjun is just something else, ya'll.
Author's Note: Wow, look at me, finally writing for TXT and it's not Beomgyu related (who is she?)! This is inspired by the song Middle of the Night by Elley Duhé.
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“Is this okay?”
Yeonjun’s eyes are wild, pupils blown out and irises stained a deep crimson. He’s even more frazzled looking than usual, and you can see blue veins peeking through the thin skin of his face, almost paperlike in its texture. You glance over at your bedside alarm.
3:47am. Sounds about right.
“I’ve told you every time, it’s fine. I would say something if it wasn’t.”
He nods, but his eyes are slightly glazed over as he leans closer to you, a hand moving your hair behind your shoulders, exposing your neck. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat as his gaze falls down your neck and across your collarbone.
“Are you sure?”
You roll your eyes this time, bringing your hands to cup each side of his face, making him look at you again as you nod. His irises seem to darken even further, almost to jet black as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
“I’ve been craving you, you know…” he murmurs into the delicate skin of your neck, licking small stripes under your jawline and close to your collarbone. You feel him smile against your skin as you flush, your heartbeat growing more frantic in your chest.
“Yeonjun, d-don’t do that,” you stammer, even while a smile starts to make its way across your face.
He leans back, concern clouding his features. “Do what?”
“Fluster me on purpose!” you exclaim, lightly hitting him across the arm. He smiles widely, and you can see his canines catch even the dimmest of light in your room as they start to elongate, somehow making his face even more handsome than it already was.
“You know you look even prettier when you’re flustered, though.” He runs a finger delicately down the side of your neck and across your collarbone, grinning wickedly as you turn a shade darker than before. “You ready?” You gulp and give him the go-ahead.
Yeonjun leans forward again into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his canines dragging across your skin, points millimeters away from piercing your jugular. He reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and squeezes as he sinks into your flesh.
You instinctively let out a small yelp of pain, but the feeling is swiftly replaced by one of warmth. It’s almost like you’re buzzed after a night out as you lean against your pillows as Yeonjun takes his fill of your blood, one hand still wrapped around his and the other woven into his hair. You’re lightheaded, but it feels good.
Yeonjun eventually slows down from the greedy pace he had started with, finally backing away after ten minutes. He looks dazed himself, a small trickle of your blood working its way across his lips and down towards his chin. His eyes have settled back to their normal deep brown, and his veins are no longer visible.
You feel like you do each time this happens-it’s like you’re drunk on the man sitting in front of you. You wish you knew his entire life…what he was like as a child, how he ended up this way, did he have any friends? You move your thumb across his lips, removing the blood before it dries there, and find yourself wondering what it would be like to kiss him senseless.
“May I?”
Yeonjun’s seemingly unprompted question shakes you out of your thoughts. “What?”
“You just asked ‘what would it be like to kiss him senseless’? I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, so…may I?”
You swallow thickly, and nod. He leans in again, only this time he’s maintaining eye contact the entire time until he’s so close it’s no longer possible. As you close your eyes, you can feel his lips ghost over yours, much more timid than his teeth across your neck. You push forward with insistent pressure, and it doesn’t take long for Yeonjun to match your movements, pillowy lips greedily moving against your mouth, tongues meeting each other sloppily. After a few moments, he pulls away, remembering that you need air to survive, though he would be willing and eager to kiss you for eternity.
You gasp in a few breaths, and immediately start giggling uncontrollably.
“What is it, dearest?” Yeonjun raises an eyebrow at you and pouts, and the combination of that with his antiquated term of endearment makes you laugh even harder.
“It’s just…I’ve wanted to do that for so long, and it was really that easy?”
Yeonjun smiles and his canines flicker again in the dim light.
“I may be a vampire, dear, but I was also human once not so long ago…all you had to do was ask.”
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Mommy & Daddy
Yeonjun has had enough of your parents, so he marks his territory.
word count - 1.6k
warnings - dom!yeonjun x afab!reader (as usual no pronouns are used but the reader is called gendered terms such as princess & mommy), daddy kink, mommy kink, marking, breeding kink, raw penetration x2 (wrap it up!!), cum tasting, finger sucking, overstimulation, praise, light dumbification, dacryphilia, size kink
a/n - yall who are aware of my kinks may be a lil surprised to read this, but really. something about this concept gets me. and it turns out that when possessiveness comes from a place of care its actually pretty hot. julia's character development story?! :o. anyways, this is a lil filthy but still overall soft vibes as usual, enjoy u whores >3<
TW for a lil bit of possessiveness!
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This was wrong, it was beyond wrong. You knew it felt wrong to enter your parents' bedroom without permission in the first place, and you knew it felt wrong when you laid on their bed with your boyfriend. It felt wrong when he pulled your body close to his and slipped his hand up your shirt as you made out with tounge, and it felt wrong when you pushed him against the headboard straddled him, and even more wrong when you started grinding on his hardening cock. But now, as you were bouncing on his dick, all those feelings of wrongness had escaped your mind, as there wasn't much you could think about other than how fucking good he was making you feel. There was no way something could feel this good and not be right.
Your relationship with your parents was nothing short of a mess, and after endless nights of hearing you cry over how they've fucked you over, Yeonjun grew to despise them. He knew he took care of you better than they ever could, and it infuriated him when they still claimed you as their baby. Because you weren't. You were his. So when he found out they were out for the night, he just had to get you on their bed to fuck you.
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Yeonjun's fingers grip onto your waist, holding you upright as you rut yourself on his dick - tomorrow you could examine the little bruises that were going to show on your waist. You'd be sure to take a picture ; maybe even a polaroid, if they're clear enough, because you like to take pretty pictures of the pretty marks that your daddy leaves on your body.
"D-daddy, fuck," you squeak out, your voice shaken by the movement of your body.
"That's right baby, I'm your daddy. Fuck your parents, I'm your daddy. You belong to me."
Yeonjun almost growls as he speaks, but his aggression doesn't threaten you, it just turns you on ; actually, upon hearing his words, you moan even louder. He decides he wants more friction, so he tucks his fingers underneath your thighs to help support your weight, allowing you to bounce faster. The increase in pace brings you closer to your limit, and you feel an incredible hotness burning up from underneath your skin.
Your walls begin pulsing around his dick, causing him to throw his head back and yell your name ; you're both way too loud in bed, shamelessly moaning and whining like sluts. It heightens the atmosphere of desperation, and is half of the reason why it's so enjoyable.
"Please daddy, w-wanna cum-" you beg, but Yeonjun shakes his head.
"Just wait, doll, wanna cum with you. When I say cum, cum."
You nod obediently, straining to hold in your orgasm, your eyes beginning to sting with desire. You dig your nails into his shoulders and he yelps - it was exactly what he needed to be pushed over the edge.
"Now, cum," he utters out, cutting himself off with an obscenely loud moan as he releases inside you. You whine out his name as you release around his cock, almost collapsing into his chest as your face distorts with pleasure. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs and onto his, and it felt amazing.
"Colour?" he pants, still coming round.
"Green, daddy... want more..."
Yeonjun smirks.
"Then I'll give you more, pretty. Don't you worry."
He brings his arms up to cradle your back, then leans you backwards and hovers over you, drinking in how tiny you look beneath him ; you really are his little baby, his precious little one. So fun to protect, so easy to ruin. Your tight little cunt is all stretched out because of him, your cute cheeks are ridiculously flushed because of how he'd handled you, and your soft lips are all pink and swollen because of his kisses. You still have that dumb, curious glint in your eye that he adores as you stare up at him now. He loves how he's making you a mess - his mess. His sweet little mess that he was dying to breed.
"You ready?"
"Please, daddy."
"Begging for me?" he lets out a chuckle. "That's my good little slut."
Your tummy heats up at the nickname, and the feeling is immediately multiplied by a thousand as he slides into you, inserting his full legnth into you. You let out a long whine, allowing your face to fully distort with pleasure. With all the cum in you, he could easily slide in, but there was still a slight stretch. And it felt beautiful.
Yeonjun was soon lost in the feeling of your pussy, slamming his cock in and out of you, pinning you down by your shoulders. You found yourself overwhelmed with pleasure, saying whatever came to mind without a second thought.
"I'm yours, I'm yours, breed me, fill me up," you babble. It feels like you've been lifted to another planet, and that every last bit of sense in your brain had been pounded out of you. You swing your legs up and wrap them around him, forcefully pulling him closer to you by his waist. He looked taken back, and nearly fell on top of you, but you didn't care. You were just desperate to feel him closer to you.
"Breed me Junnie, fuck!"
"Gonna breed you, princess," he grunts, staring down at your dripping cunt as he fucks his cum back into it. There was so much of it at this point that your pussy is coated with sticky white liquid, and it feels amazingly gross.
"You're mommy and I'm daddy, hm? That's right, isn't it?"
Your mouth is gaping from the force of his hips and the feeling of his cum being pushed back into your hole - you can't even manage out a simple 'yes', so you just nod, as enthusiastically as you can in your state. Yeonjun just smirks, slowing the pace of his thrusts to tease you. You groan in response, your hands wandering around his body to find their way to his hips.
"You're a mess, mommy. Such a slut for daddy. You've let me fuck you dumb, I'm turning you into my own personal slut."
You nodded again, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head. You could feel yourself about to cum again, and you couldn't even manage to ask for permission. You just let it flow out, your walls squeezing and pushing against Yeonjun's cock, accidentally pushing some of his cum out of you as you came.
"That's right, mommy. Cum for daddy." he whispers, tracing his hand up and down your trembling thigh. "All for me, you're mine."
Tears begin spilling from your eyes, and your loud, whiney moans settle into small groans and whimpers. Yeonjun wipes the tears from your cheeks, his libido melting into feelings of softness as he watches you weep in pleasure.
"Dad-daddy..."
He pulls out and finishes himself off with his hand, deciding not to cum inside you when you're this dazed and unaware.
"Good, baby, that's right." he moans out, squeezing your thigh lightly. "You always take me so well, so good, fuck, "
He cums on his own fist, gripping your thigh as he does so, whining with sheer pleasure. He was beginning to get overstimulated too, so he decided it would be best to call it a night ; he's more than satisfied, and by the look on your face, he's sure you are too.
When he's sure you've come around from your final orgasm, and he's finished too, he drags a finger through your folds, collecting a mix of his and your cum on his fingers. He holds it out to you, looking at you expectantly.
"Taste it, doll."
You stare up at him through glassy eyes as you wrap your lips around them, and he stares down at you in adoration. The way your tounge flexes around his thick fingers is soothing to you, but not as soothing as the feeling of your boyfriends hot cum dripping off his fingers inside your mouth and trickling down your throat.
"That's my baby."
You can smell it, and it smells sour, but it taste like the perfect mix of salty and sweet. He slides his fingers out of your mouth and caresses your thumb with his cheek, staring down at you with pride and adoration.
"I didn't go too hard on you did I, baby?" he cups your face. "You know I'd never wanna hurt you, you're too precious to me..."
And there he was.
Your sweet daddy, always protecting you and having your best interests at heart. He makes you feel so cared for, unlike anyone ever has before. Especially your parents.
He assists you in slipping his hoodie - which you absolutely drown in since it's even oversized for him - over your head, then wiggles back into his own underwear. He hooks his arms under your knees and your back, lifting you up to carry your tired body from your parents' bedroom back to yours.
"I'll get you back into your bed, princess, and I'll clean this up later. You don't have to lift a finger, my sweet baby. You know I'll always look after you."
Your heart swells at his sweet words, enjoying how you felt so small and protected in his arms, and grateful that he helped you out ; even though the walk to your parents bedroom is only around 15 seconds, you felt wrecked, so you're not so sure if you could make it very far. Not without at least limping, anyways.
You feel satisfied with the mess you had made on your parents bed, and you couldn't stop thinking about if they somehow came home and caught you. Maybe next time.
"You're the best daddy ever...." you mumble, an absent minded smile occupying your face as he sets you down. He just chuckles before climbing in your bed with you, desperate for cuddles, as you both always were.
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PS5 (Yeonjun Version, One-Shot, Angst)
Disclaimers: I don’t own the gif I used for my header (obviously) 😁 Creator is credited. Any and all lyrics from “PS5” belong to Salem Ilese, Alan Walker, and Tomorrow x Together.
A Note from Kutemouse: This one-shot is inspired by the song “PS5” that Yeonjun and Taehyun collaborated on with Salem Ilese and Alan Walker. When I first heard the song, I wasn’t sure if I liked it, but after a few listens, I came to appreciate it, and now it’s running on repeat in my head 😂 It seemed like a fun project for Yeonjun and Taehyun. I enjoyed the creative wordplay and the banter between the two voices in the song, as well as hearing the gamer’s point of view.
I can’t tell you how many people I’ve heard complain about their partners constantly playing video games. Most notable was my old roommate who complained that her boyfriend wouldn’t even bother letting her play with him. I totally get that. I’ve had partners who ignore me for their game, and it’s hella frustrating. My husband loves video games, but so do I, and he always invites me to play with him. That’s why he’s my husband 😁 A couple who games together wins together ❤️ Seems like Yeonjun needs to learn that lesson 😉
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Rating: PG
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Hella angst, swears, more angst, yelling at each other, ALL CAPS type dialogue (it gets bad okay), Yeonjun being a supreme jerk
Word Count: There are words.
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PS5 (Yeonjun Version, One-Shot, Angst)
You turned your key in the lock, sighing. Finally. Holy hell, it had been a long day. Between your boss and clients giving you the runaround, you couldn’t seem to get off work before 10 pm these days. But upon coming inside your home, you wished you could’ve worked longer.
Crushed, empty cans were strewn about the floor, half-full ones perched on various furniture. A couple of grease-stained pizza boxes littered the corner, and a pile of dirty hoodies, gym shorts, and socks covered every part of the couch your boyfriend wasn’t sitting in. Even the air smelled unclean, heavy with the stench of fast food, sweat, and the sandalwood-scented cologne used to cover it all up. A cologne that could belong to none other than your boyfriend, Choi Yeonjun.
You precariously made your way through the front room, where you could just make out your boyfriend hunched over against the blaring light of the tv, to deposit your bag on the kitchen table. Dishes stained with food nearly covered its entirety, forcing you to pull out a chair just so you could have a place for your bag to sit in.
“Yeonjun!” you called out as you opened the fridge.
No response.
“Yeonjun!” you called out again, louder.
“What?” His normally playful lilt sounded annoyed.
“Where’s dinner?”
“What?!”
“Oh, for fucks’s sake-” you muttered as you headed towards the living room.
Your once-sweet, handsome-as-fuck boyfriend didn’t even turn as you walked in, his dark eyes glued to the screen, his soft, plump lips pursed in concentration. He had one headphone on still, the other perched behind his ear. You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Yeonjun.”
“Oh, hey jagi. I didn’t realize you were home.”
You bit your lip to stop from snapping at him, letting out a huff. “Yes, I just got home. Where’s dinner?”
“I actually haven’t eaten yet. Could you order us some food?”
You scoffed. “Are you serious?”
Sensing your irritation, Yeonjun spared you a .2 second glance before returning to his game. “Yeah. We gotta eat, don’t we?”
“Fine.”
You stormed back into the kitchen and yanked your wallet from your bag. You knew the only place open at this hour was the Thai place across town, and they charged extra for deliveries so far away. “Fucking hell,” you grumbled before dialing their number. They took your order, but it wouldn’t be delivered for an hour much to the agony of your rumbling stomach.
You went and changed into pajama shorts and a tank top before deciding to clean up a bit. You loaded the pizza boxes in your arms, placing empty cans on top of them, trying to get as much of the trash cleaned up in one trip as possible. What you didn’t anticipate was the one pizza box that didn’t make it into the pile in the corner yet did end up right in your way. You shrieked as you tripped, cardboard and aluminum cascading down on your head.
“Jagi?” Yeonjun asked, not bothering to turn his head. “You alright?”
“That’s IT!” You picked yourself up and marched over to the tv, yanking the power cord out of the wall.
“Hey, what the fuck?!” Yeonjun shouted before finally noticing you.
Week-old soda dripped from the ends of your hair, staining your top, and doing nothing to quench the anger blazing in your eyes. “Yeonjun, I have HAD IT!” you bellowed. “You’ve barely looked at me for a fortnight now! Ever since you got that PS5, all you’ve done is play video games all day, every day! I understand PS5’s are hard to come by, and you’ve been anticipating this for almost a year now, but FUCK! You could at least acknowledge me when I come in from work! Or, I don’t know, order dinner? Clean up the place? Do the FUCKING DISHES?!”
Your voice rose higher and higher in volume and pitch as you ranted, finally getting the feelings you had been holding in off your chest. Yeonjun stared at you in shock, rose-red lips parted, eyes wide, headphones hanging loosely around his neck. “Jagi, I-”
“I’m not finished!” you snapped. “I don’t recall agreeing to be in a three-way relationship with you and your gaming console, Yeonjun! So you decide, it’s either me or the PS5!”
“What do you want from me, jagi?!” Yeonjun shouted back. “I’m here, aren’t I?! I’m still going to bed with you every night! It’s not like I’m going out and acting shady as fuck, hitting on other girls and shit like other guys! You know exactly where I am, sitting here, online, playing with my friends!”
“As if that makes it better!” you spat. “Just because you’re physically here doesn’t mean you’re emotionally here! Hell, you’re not even mentally here with me, you’re off in some fake world, enjoying the company of the voices in your headset over your hard-working, loving girlfriend!”
Yeonjun didn’t reply, his dark eyes boring into yours, narrow with anger. The speechlessness between the two of you grew until it pressed against your chest, causing your throat to tighten and tears to spring to your eyes. “This isn’t what I wanted,” you choked out before running to your bedroom.
You slammed the door, sliding down until you hit the floor, buried your face in your arms, and sobbed. You didn’t know how long you cried for, you just know you cried until your head ached and your eyes stung. You cried for all the time your boyfriend had wasted gaming instead with you. You cried for the mess your house was in. You cried for the hard day you had at work. But mostly, you cried for yourself. For how stupid you felt as you realized that fucking black and white box was more of a priority for Yeonjun than your relationship. If you could take it outside and run it over along with your love for him, you would.
After your sobs had subsided, you wrapped a blanket around yourself and curled into a ball on the bed, your entire being numb. The door opened, casting a strip of light over your face. You groaned, turning away. “Jagi?” Yeonjun’s voice was filled with remorse. “Jagi, I’m sorry.”
You didn’t bother replying, tightening the blankets around you so Yeonjun couldn’t see the pain on your face. He sat on the bed beside you and stroked your shoulder, his fingers dancing over you. “You’re absolutely right,” he murmured. “I let myself get carried away, and you forced me to look around and realize what the hell I’ve been missing. You’ve been the best girlfriend ever, buying me the PS5 and letting me spend hours on it… And I haven’t even bothered returning the favor.”
You sniffled, fresh tears running down. Yeonjun pulled you upright, concern lacing his dark eyes. “Jagi, please,” he said, running his thumb over your cheek. “Please don’t cry. I’m so, so sorry. I can’t believe what an asshole I’ve been.”
“I didn’t think you loved me anymore,” you sobbed, letting yourself melt into his arms. “You’ve never gone so long without paying attention to me.”
“I know, I know, I’ve been a total jerk,” he said, his voice cracking.
You sat there for a while, letting him hold you as you cried a bit more. Yeonjun chuckled darkly. “What?” you asked, sitting up and drying your eyes.
“I was just thinking,” he said, stroking your cheek. “No matter how much I game, the greatest prize I’ll ever win… Is you.”
You finally allowed yourself to look into Yeonjun’s eyes. “Really?”
The corner of his mouth turned up. “Really.”
Then his lips were suddenly on yours, enveloping them in a kiss. You hungrily devoured each others’ mouths, lips pushing and pulling at each other until you were practically dizzy. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmured, pulling you in for more.
“I love you too,” you groaned between kisses.
He smiled, relishing the effect he had on you still. “And jagiya?”
“Mmmm?”
“If it were a choice between you and the PS5, you know I’d always choose you, right?”
You smiled and blushed, burying your face in his shoulder. It took two seconds for you to lean back, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “Well, I know how you can make it up to me… Starting with a long shower.”
Yeonjun smirked. “Only if you take one with me.”
You playfully smacked his arm, rolling your eyes. “I’m serious!” he protested. “After our shower, I’ll clean our place up, and then? I’m gonna teach you how to play.”
Your eyes widened. “Seriously?”
Yeonjun nodded, placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Seriously. There’s nothing more I love than being with you.”
Do you know who I am?
Yeonjun x female reader
Warnings: a few curse words, and I’m pretty sure sneaking inside a school is illegal
Word count: 1k (1071 words)
Summary: You were outside with your friends, when a cocky guy that everyone knew except you, came up to you to introduce himself. You must have hurt his pride, being so disinterested in him.
A/N: This is a true story, I had a cocky guy come up to me exactly like that and those were exactly my answers.
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You smiled at your reflection, finally ready to go out with your friends. You agreed to meet up outside their school, so you could sneak inside and just chill on the school’s playground area.
Your friends are two years younger than you, so while you are a university student, your friends are still in high school. It’s okay, though, because you love these little demons and wouldn’t trade them for the world.
You didn’t go to the same school as them, so sadly you couldn’t have met them earlier and you didn’t know their classmates, so there were many times that they talked about a person that you didn’t know.
You grabbed your stuff and started walking towards their school, since it wasn’t too far away from your house. You finally saw them outside the school and grinned at them, as they grinned back. You greeted each other and climbed up the gate’s metallic railings and got inside.
You all sat on one of the benches and talked about your days and then about random stuff. Suddenly you heard someone yell “good evening” from somewhere outside the school and you looked at your friends, confused.
One of them, Kwangsoo, recognized the voice and got up and walked towards the gate. That’s where a group of 5 guys that you didn’t know was, looking at your little group.
Kwangsoo was busy talking with one of the guys on the far left and the second from last guy from the right yelled a ‘good evening’ again. Jiyoon looked at you and Jiyoung and sighed.
“It’ll be really rude if I don’t go talk to them.” She said, got up and walked towards them. “Are we also gonna be really rude if we don’t talk to them?” you asked and Jiyoung shook her head. “No, we don’t have to talk to them.” She replied.
However, the guy didn’t stop and yelled a “good evening” again. You waved at him, trying to not seem rude, but not wanting to get up and go up to them.
“You don’t wanna come here and talk to us?” The guy asked and you shrugged. “Nah, there’s no need. We’re okay here.” You yelled back.
“Oh, do you really not wanna come see us?” he asked again and you sighed. This guy was really annoying and you were starting to get pissed off. After all, he was two years younger than you, he should be more respectful. And, god, you felt like a grandma after thinking of that.
You got up reluctantly and Jiyoung followed your actions. You slowly walked towards them and stood still in front of the gate, the group of the 5 guys standing outside the gate.
“Hi,” the same guy greeted and the others turned to watch your interaction, except Kwangsoo, who was busy talking with the same guy.
You were sitting really close to Jiyoung, so you didn’t know who he was talking to, but Jiyoung was quick to greet them. It was obvious from the sound of the girl’s voices that they didn’t like these guys a lot.
He suddenly stuck his hand through the gate’s railings and introduced himself. “I’m Yeonjun,” and he waited for your reply. You shook his hand, just to not leave him like that, but didn’t introduce yourself back.
“I’m not telling you my name” you said and he smirked. At the same time the guy in the middle stuck his hand out too. “I’m Taehyun” he said, expecting you to shake his hand, but you ignored it and said “Enough handshakes for today.” He pulled his hand back, embarrassed and the other guy smirked even more.
“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me your name?” Yeonjun asked and Taehyun nudged him and whispered, as if you couldn’t hear him. “It’s (Y/n)”
At the sound of your name your eyes widened. “How do you know that?” You asked, but received no reply.
“(Y/n), huh?” Yeonjun said and you sighed, defeated. “Yes.” You only said. Taehyun nudged Yeonjun again.
“You shouldn’t have done that, man. Now she knows that we know her name and she will ignore us more.” He said and you raised an eyebrow, clearly confused because what he said literally didn’t make any sense. Yeonjun dismissed his friend’s words and repeated your name a few more times and you raised your eyebrow at him.
“Are you gonna say it more times? I’m sure that no matter how dumb you are, it won’t take that many times for you to learn it.” You sassily said. You must have pissed him off so bad, but he managed to not let it show much. “Do you know who I am?” he calmly asked you.
“I don’t care”. You simply replied.
“I’m quite famous around here.” He tried again and when he saw no reaction coming from you he spoke up again. “Have you ever seen my car?” He asked and you shook your head ‘no’. “I have quite the name around here because of it. I got inside the school with it.” He said as if it was a great accomplishment. Your next words however must have really pissed him off because it was now obvious to everyone.
“I don’t give a shit about you or your car. I’m not from around here, I’m not gonna see you ever again, so I don’t know why it would matter if I knew anything about you.”
You were sure your friends were shocked at how ready you were to snap at the guy, especially since literally five minutes you didn’t know him. You must have hurt his ego because after this he dropped your conversation and said something to Kwangsoo.
The girls looked at you with raised eyebrows and turned back to Yeonjun, after hearing him bid Kwangsoo goodbye.
Your friends walked away and so did the 5 boys, Yeonjun staying behind to look at you one last time. “Bye… (y/n)” he said, no trace of any feeling coming from his voice or tone.
You must have hurt his pride, as he didn’t seem to be used to getting ignored and humbled like that. You have to admit you were quite harsh to him, but you just couldn’t stand the cockiness that was oozing out of him from the start.
Your phone buzzed from a notification and your eyes widened, seeing an account with Yeonjun’s name now following you.
sometimes I think of fanfics I read like a year ago, and try looking for them and it’s like they never existed 😭 does anyone know a one shot named pose? It’s abt yeonjun where he’s like a model and his secretary and him go to london and paris for a fashion show and fall in love?? I LOVED IT SM ITS LIKE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND☹️☹️
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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝒸hoi 𝓎eonjun x 𝑓! reader. 𝒢enre angst & fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which the heartbreaker catches feelings for you ! 𝑤𝑐 𐙚ㅤㅤ 914 ⸝⸝ not proof read reader gets slut shamed kissing fist fight ⸝⸝ ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡ — my second tubatu fic hoorayyy <3 !!
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THE AFTERNOON SUN GLEAMED BRIGHTLY AS YOU WALKED ACROSS CAMPUS, your thoughts drifting as you contemplated your upcoming assignments.
the last few weeks have been a quite a whirlwind, contrasting to your usually quiet days, largely thanks to choi yeonjun, the school’s heartbreaker and playboy.
ever since he laid eyes on you, he hasn’t missed an opportunity to ask you out, his relentless commitment both flattering and irritating.
“hey cutie, you free tonight?” yeonjun’s voice had become a constant in your daily routine, his smooth, confident tone impossible to ignore.
“no, yeonjun,” you’d reply, every time, trying to hide the mix of frustration and amusement in your voice. “i have plans.”
his persistence never wavered.
“how about tomorrow? or the day after? i’m not picky, babe” he’d say with a wink, leaning against your locker with that trademark smirk you oh-so wanted to wipe away. — more under cut !
despite his reputation and the undeniable charm he had within him, you couldn’t help but feel wary.
of course you have heard the stories, seen the trail of broken hearts he left behind.
the last thing you wanted was to become another name on the listen of choi yeonjun’s victims.
today, as you make your way across campus, you notice the locker rooms up ahead.
memories flood your mind, and you quicken your pace, eager to avoid the place where your ex-boyfriend jaehyun and his friends usually hang out.
as you passed by, muffled voices and laughter spill out through the slightly open door.
“did you see y/n? she’s such a slut, wearing that skirt like some kind of hooker!”
jaehyun’s unmistakable voice sneers, his words dripping with malice and hatred.
your heart clenches, and you freeze, unable to move, the cruel label hitting you like a punch to the gut.
before you can react, another voice breaks through, louder and filled with anger.
“what the fuck did you just say?” it’s yeonjun, his voice simmering with rage.
“take that back, you fuckface.”
you hear the movement before you see it. rushing to the doorway, you peek inside and see yeonjun grabbing jaehyun by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury.
“you heard me, why the fuck do you care anyways, man?” jaehyun snarls, trying to shove yeonjun away.
“she’s a dumb slu—”
jaehyun doesn’t get to finish his sentence.
yeonjun’s fist connects with his jaw, sending him staggering back. the room erupted into chaos as the other players jump to their feet, but yeonjun doesn’t let up.
he punches jaehyun again, the force of his anger evident in every swing.
“stop it! yeonjun, stop!” soobin’s voice cuts through the commotion as he rushes to pull yeonjun back.
“this isn’t helping, man!”
you step into the room, ignoring all the eyes on you as your heart pounded in your chest.
“yeonjun, please,” you say, your voice trembling.
“stop it!”
yeonjun’s eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, the rage in them softens.
but only for a moment. he turns back to jaehyun, his knuckles bloodied from the blows.
“you don’t get to talk about her like that,” he growls, lifting his fist again.
you act on instinct, rushing forward and wrapping your arms around yeonjun’s waist from behind.
“yeonjun, it’s okay,” you whisper, your voice soothing.
“please, calm down. he’s not worth it.”
he tenses at your touch, his breath heavy, but slowly, you feel the fight drain out of him.
his arms drop to his sides, and he turns to look at you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else—something softer, more vulnerable.
“let’s get out of here,” you say gently, guiding him out of the locker room.
the other players watched the two of you in stunned silence, including jaehyun, who cupped his bruised jaw with a glare.
you lead yeonjun to the medical room, your heart still racing.
as you held his hand, cleaning the cuts on his knuckles, you can’t help but notice the way he watches you, his usual aura replaced by a quiet intensity.
“why did you do that?” you ask softly, dabbing antiseptic on his wounds.
“because i care about you,” he replies without hesitation.
“i know i’ve been a pain, always asking you out, but it’s because i really like you. i’m not playing around this time.”
your hands freeze, and you look up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity.
but all you see is honesty and a raw, unguarded emotion that takes you by surprise.
“you’re serious?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.
he nods, his gaze unwavering.
“i’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. i want to be with you. i want to protect you, i just wanna be yours.. if you’ll let me.”
a smile tugs at your lips, and shockingly— you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
you both melted into the kiss, feeling yeonjun grin against your lips.
it’s gentle and sweet, a promise of something more.
“okay,” you whisper against his lips.
“let’s give this a try, choi yeonjun.”
yeonjun’s smile is brighter than you’ve ever seen it, and he pulls you into his arms, holding you close.
in that moment, all the doubts and fears melt away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace.
and as you bask in each others embrace, something tells you that you’d be grateful for making this decision for the rest of your life.
© won4kiss 2024
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5:00pm- Yeonjun
The music from the television plays softly as you propped yourself on Yeonjun’s lap. The pads of your fingers rubbing the product onto his pale skin whilst your fluffy headband held his dark tendrils back to display his face distinctly. You utilize the pallet on the vanity to add foundation on before you begin to gently blend the product across his skin with a brush. He’s silent, closed eyes while he’s content in the position of you sitting on him while his large hands rest on your bottom and you don’t mind slightly poking him when he gropes you causing a smirk to spread across his lips. His chest rumbles against you as he laughs deeply at the feeling of you blending the pink pigment onto his cheeks to accentuate the beauty that is already present. You have wanted to do this for so long. Maybe it was an excuse for you to admire him without him catching you red-handed and you nearly chuckle at the memory of before you became a romantic being in Yeonjun’s eyes how you silently doted over him to mainly yourself, too embarrassed to admit it to anyone of your friends.
“Open your eyes baby.”
A makeup wipe is in your hands wiping the excess foundation that covers the pink of his lips while he pouts them teasingly, stealing a kiss when you pull your hand away. Your eyes widen at him scolding him for distracting you.
“I’m working here.” You mumble, failing at the act of denying him.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
You chuckle, able to tell he’s growing impatient before you assure him you are nearly done in the midst of applying glitter underneath his eyes as he peers up, assisting you greatly. You hand him a mirror for him to view himself and your lip is restricted by your teeth as you gaze at him intently, slightly apprehensive of his reaction.
“Do you like it?”
He smirks.
“You made me pretty, baby.” He places the mirror down on the vanity, cupping your cheek and leaning in to press his lips to yours. The gloss on his lips transfer to yours as you part from him to laugh at the circumstance while he joins you in your laughter completely stunned the things he was willing to do or in this case let you do to him.
bathroom tiles ࿔*࿐⋆
w.c. ⟢ 1.4k
pairing ⟢ yeonjun x afab!reader
synopsis ⟢ a party in which you dragged your other half, yeonjun, and find yourself finding peace and quiet in a bathroom stall. yeonjun finds you after not seeing you since you went off. here you and yeonjun are, on the bathroom tiles - confessing how much you enjoy spending tonight with each other.
genre ⟢ best friends to lovers (fluff)
a/n ⟢ hi! this is a story i had prepared for if i got my tumblr account started and it has! (ty, i’m never gonna stop thanking) and i hope whoever read this, they will enjoy it. <3
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choi yeonjun hated parties.
but because of your popularity of getting invitations, he was always dragged to them. of course he never complained but after every single one, he would express his pure hatred for them walking home together.
you promised that this one would be different, and yeonjun hoped you were right.
he always liked walking to the parties; partially because the parties are always close by but also it gives him time to speak with you clearly before having to yell at each other through the blasting (horribly remixed) music.
“whose party did you say this was?”
“a girl in my biology class?”
he looks at you, unimpressed.
“y/n, do you even know her name?”
“no.”
yeonjun scoffs, and you can’t help but laugh at his disappointment.
“but this party promised good service” you attempt to defend your decision.
yeonjun doesn’t bother responding as you two get to the beginning of the stairs that lead to the party doors.
the music is already giving him a headache, he takes your hand.
“why don’t we have our own party?” he invites you two to get out of this party.
“yeonjun, I promised people I'd be here.”
“break a promise for once.” he begs.
“nice try.” you grip yeonjuns hand and haul him up the stairs to enter the party.
yeonjun and you enter the doors and are immediately taken back. the whole gym floor is covered by students in bright outfits. yeonjun’s black tux and your deep blue dress are giving bridesmaid and groom-man.
by the squeeze of yeonjun’s hand, you know he’s not into this.
“food will make you happier.” you say to yeonjun.
a mumble escapes his mouth as you bring him to the food table. sparkling cupcakes and a chocolate fountain catch your attention first.
yeonjun sees you testing out the chocolate fountain. you cover a marshmallow and bite it. it’s so good!
you can’t enjoy your marshmallow chocolate sensation when yeonjuns thumb rubs the side of your lip.
his furrowed eyebrows made you laugh.
“don’t have too much fun.” he cleans your chocolate on your lips and looks into your eyes.
“well, you’ll realize it’s worth it,” you grab a marshmallow, coat it, and bring it to yeonjun lips. “when you have it yourself.”
yeonjun knew you’d shove it in his mouth if he didn’t accept it, so he opens his mouth and took it.
you watch him closely.
his puffy cheeks were adorable as he enjoyed the marshmallow. you knew he was resisting to admit it was good when his lips shook away a small smile.
“it’s kind of worth it-“
“yeonjun!” you swat his arm, he breaks out in a laugh.
“okay, it’s worth it.”
“you’re being annoying tonight.”
he sighs. “it’s annoying you brought me.”
you two eat a few more marshmallows and then a song you two know well turns on.
“oh?” you look at the dance floor.
yeonjun wipes his hands and looks over also.
“do you want to?” you look at yeonjun.
he meets your eyes with a nod.
you two travel to the dance floor, the music getting louder.
he first dances small and when you begin doing a ridiculous sprinkler. his laughs become music to your ears.
both of you laugh and smile while dancing. he looks at you everytime the song increases in bass.
maybe even 2 minutes in the song you pause. yeonjun dances in front of you without noticing.
the headaches that feel like your brain is bruised, you have only ever heard about from yeonjun, is happening to you. i need to go somewhere quiet, you thought.
“yeonjun, i’ll be back.” you yell.
yeonjun raises his eyebrows.
“bathroom!” you yell.
he gives you a thumbs up.
through the crowd you exit, your headache grows more. you hit the door with your arm and then finally get out into the hall.
yeonjun found no reason to stay dancing so he returned to the snack table. drinking a sweet drink as he waits for you to return.
pounding, your head is pounding. the music was further away as you went down the bathroom stalls. you open the last door and rest on the wall to rub your forehead.
5 minutes, and yeonjun was just by himself. he wondered if you left. yeonjun first decides to check the bathroom.
as he approaches he’s weary to enter the girls bathroom but knew he needed to see if you were in there.
a creek in the door, he pops his head in first. surprisingly, this bathroom was dim. most likely from the bright energy consuming party, yeonjun thought.
he enters and looks down the bathroom stalls.
“y/n?” he first whispers.
he kneels down to see if he can see anything and when he sees the deep blue dress of yours, he heads to the stall.
yeonjun knocks.
“y/n?”
you stood up to open the stall door. yeonjun’s hand stayed in the air from knocking and dropped when you gesture for him to enter.
“why are you here?” “did you go to the bathroom?”
“no.” you sit back in your original spot and yeonjun finds a place in front of you.
resting on the back of the wall, yeonjun asks another question.
“why did you stay in here?”
“the music was killing me. i had to leave.”
“we could have ditched together,”
“but you were having fun..”
he scoffs which grabs your attention.
“fun? i was having fun with you.” “i stopped dancing after you left.”
you don’t say anything, just thinking.
“sorry.” you say.
“what for?”
“this whole party. i’ve never asked you if you want to go or if you like coming to them with me.”
yeonjun rests on the wall, his suit flowing over him. you look at his tie and he adjusts it.
“i don’t mind,” yeonjun confesses.
you furrow your eyebrows. yeonjun has only ever told you how much he hates them.
“we are talking about parties yeonjun?” you ask, in case he’s talking about something else.
“yeah i know.”
yeonjun’s eyes meet yours. he looks at you for a second before speaking again.
“of course i hate them, but spending time with you is so fun.”
“so i don’t mind them.”
you swear he looks like a dream. his suit fit him well and looked very attractive on him. you wonder if it’s because of the headache you are feeling this way.
yeonjun laughs under his breath which interrupts your thoughts. you look at yeonjun, and he sighs.
“you’re not falling for me right?”
you burn up instantly, pink cheeks you attempt to cover.
“what! no!”
“i’m teasing.”
his soft smile grows as his eyes move to the ground. could he read your thoughts? you want to say something but the music is heard through the walls again.
a faint popular love song.
you adore this certain song and it always makes you think of an ideal kiss with someone in your fantasies.
you sigh, fixing your dress “if only my headache went away, then we could return to the dance floor”
“why?”
“so we could, at least, remember tonight..”
“i mean we still can.”
you look up at him and meet his eyes.
the bathroom becomes suffocating, you feel your heart race as yeonjun looks into your eyes. reading your exact thoughts.
as cliché as a romance movie, time slows down in favor of the tension between you two. he’s leaning into you slowly with the chorus of the song leading up.
as he sits up and makes his way to you, his hands crawl on the tile and stop right next to your hands.
yeonjun’s right there. so close that you could count how many eyelashes he has.
“may i?” yeonjun asks, just in case you don’t want this.
but you want this.
“yes.”
the way his lips fit yours, and his hold on your lips made your body go weak. your hands go to his face, cupping him to deepen the kiss.
his hands are comfortably holding your waist. his fingers tickle you as he brings you closer to him.
and to make it better, the song just made the kiss last forever. the passion between you two grows with the flow in the song.
you would have never expected to kiss yeonjun, let alone make out with him.. in a bathroom. this party turned out better than yeonjun anticipated.
𓉸ྀི ©vampirehoon
"I'll Make You Bias Me"
Paring: Yeonjun x Bottom Fan!Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: Yeonjun gets jealous that he's not your bias, so he takes matters into his own hands.
More: Masterlist
A/n: Bro, I can't stop thinking about Yeonjun's 3d cover. It's literally implanted in my head, and I love it.
At the TXT fan sign, Yeonjun couldn't help but notice Y/n. She was beautiful, with hair that seemed to dance in the air whenever she moved. Her eyes were such a pretty color, and her lips were just perfect. As Yeonjun handed her the autograph and poster, he couldn't help but think how hot she was. He smiled at her and whispered, "You're really pretty."
The words sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. She felt her heart race and her cheeks flush with excitement. "Thank you," she managed to squeak out, her voice barely audible over the crowd. Yeonjun grinned wider, enjoying the effect he seemed to have on her. "So, who's your bias?" he asked, teasingly.
Y/n blushed even harder, feeling a mixture of pride and nervousness. "Beomgyu," she confessed, looking down at her feet. As soon as the words left her mouth, Yeonjun felt a strange pang of jealousy. He didn't like the idea of her liking someone else. "I see," he said, trying to hide his emotions. "Well, maybe I can change your mind."He said with a sly smirk and a wink.
After the fan sign, Y/n made her way back to her hotel, not realizing that TXT's hotel room was just across the hall from hers. As she walked down the hall, she heard a commotion coming from the boys' room. Curious, she peeked her head around the corner and saw Yeonjun emerging from his room, looking frantic. "Y/n!" he called out to her.
She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing, before finally walking over to him. "Yes?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Yeonjun took her hand in his and pulled her into a supply closet nearby, shutting the door behind them. "If I'm not your bias," he began, his voice low and intense,
"Then I'll make you bias me."
Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She could tell that he was serious, and that he wanted this as much as she did. As he stepped closer, she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, their lips moving in perfect harmony. Her heart raced as she returned his kiss, her hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
When they finally broke apart for air, Yeonjun looked at her with a smoldering gaze. "Now tell me, princess," he whispered huskily, "who's your bias now?"
Y/n couldn't believe what was happening. This was everything she had ever dreamed of, and more. As she looked up into his eyes, she could see the desire there, the need to be wanted. And in that moment, she knew that he was her bias now, and always would be. "You, Yeonjun," she managed to say, her voice barely audible even to herself. "It's you."
He smiled at her response, his eyes twinkling with amusement and satisfaction. Without another word, he reached down and undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing her lacy black bra. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending shivers through her body. "Then let me show you just how much I want you," he whispered before lowering his head to take one of her breasts into his mouth.
Y/n cried out, her back arching as she felt his tongue circle her nipple. His hands were everywhere, teasing and caressing her body, making her ache for more. She threaded her fingers through his hair, urging him on as he continued to kiss and suckle her breasts, moving lower and lower down her body. She felt his warm breath against her stomach, and then his hands were at her waist, unbuttoning her pants.
"Please," she moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, "please, Yeonjun." The feel of his fingers on her bare skin was driving her wild. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache in her core, and the need for him to touch her there. And when he finally slid his fingers into her underwear, she cried out in pleasure, arching her back even further.
"Now tell me," he growled, his voice low and husky, "tell me who you want right now, who you're thinking about." Y/n looked up into his eyes, her own filled with desire and love, and said the only thing that was true. "You, Yeonjun. I want you. I need you."
As he kissed her again, his fingers found her entrance, slick with her arousal. He thrust his middle finger inside her, filling her up in one smooth motion. She gasped at the feeling of being so completely taken, so owned by him. And then he began to move, his finger thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm, his lips trailing kisses down her stomach and toward her aching center. "That's it, princess," he murmured against her skin. "Just let go and feel it."
Y/n let out a moan as the pleasure built up inside her, the sensation of being so close to orgasm overwhelming her. "Y-You, Yeonjun," she managed to get out between gasps for air. "I'm… I'm so close… please…" He increased the pace, his finger digging deeper inside her, his lips brushing against her clit. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure exploded through her, washing over her in wave after wave of ecstasy.
As her breathing finally began to slow, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "You did it," she whispered, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You made me… you made me forget about anyone else." Yeonjun smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "I'm glad," he said, kissing her softly before pulling away. "Now, I think it's time we get some rest."
Y/n nodded, still giddy from the incredible experience they'd shared. As they made their way back to their separate rooms, she couldn't help but wonder if this was just the beginning of something truly special. Something that would last a lifetime.
«❝ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ❞» - PT. TWO
Yeonjun was the one to break up with you, so why does he want you back now?
➸ check part one out here!
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Pairing: Yeonjun x Reader (female)
Genre: 335 cups of fluff and 3 cups of angst
Warnings: a bit suggestive maybe??? cursing, eating, cheesy cringe stuff hehe, ++ unedited so there may be a lot of mistakes !!
Song: I’ll Never Love This Way Again
(YUH OMG FINALLY I FINISHED THIS REQUEST IM SCREAMING OMG??? i’m so sorry that this took so long, i know a lot of people waited for it 😭😭 and for the anon who requested this bc there wasn’t a notif- keah accidentally deleted it 😭😭. ngl i would die for yeonjun in this. ANYWAY, i hope you enjoyyy~~ i rlly liked doing something like this and yes i have to mention the happiness it gave me at 1am when i finally finished it 😌💕)
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As easy as it was to say compared to real life, Choi Yeonjun was a wreck. A horrible, horrible and you must’ve forget to say- horrible wreck! That is including the duration of time before and after the second time you left.
How he roused one morning to you no where in sight after a vicious night of going out was something he deeply regretted. He would do anything to go back to that day, of course. He wasn’t sure about how you were doing, but jeez did he want to see those bright glints in your eyes whenever you saw him again. To see you smiling like nothing was wrong or giggling when he finally made ticklish contact on those sensitive places or even how you’d frown before him due to his carelessness. His mind drew him back to the ungodly hour of 4am when you scolded him for the scar on his arm he didn’t seem to realize until later and the way you made sure nothing else on his body was hurt. Yeah anyone could tell that didn’t go very well considering he was a boy and you were a girl, but that wasn’t the point!
In simple terms, he missed you more than anyone he’s ever laid eyes upon and the plain truth was that. You weren’t easy to be shaken off his mind after that ordeal of getting you to himself for one, final night. It hurt him most to see the disgusted expression on your face as if you were staring straight at a pile of elephant poop on the ground, not wanting to do anything with it because it was useless and foul. He couldn’t possibly make it your fault too, which meant he shouldn’t have been surprised. Breaking your poor heart by insulting you and taking you for granted, everything was wrong with him for thinking this way!
Whether he liked it or not, his heart said differently about this matter.
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