yeonjun’s most extravagant form of showing affection is throwing you over his shoulder. he especially loves hearing your protests and squeals when he pats your ass to rile you up.
“jun put me down this instant!” you shout when the taller man tosses you over your shoulder like you’re some sort of rag doll.
yeonjun ignores the beating of your fists against his back as he carries you from the bedroom to the kitchen so he can grab a glass of water.
“don’t fight it, love.” yeonjun laughs at your sigh of defeat, pouring the cold drink into a cup before downing it.
he heads back towards your shared bed, delicately laying you down on your back before crawling up to nuzzle into your neck.
“you’re really annoying, you know.”
“mhm whatever,” yeonjun mumbles, already drifting off to sleep.
You didn’t even know why you were here. Truthfully you’d rather stay home and cry yourself to sleep, but hey, that’s pitiful so you got your sorry ass up, put on the shortest, tightest outfit you had, did you hair and makeup and showed up to your friend’s New Year’s party.
You had downed two double shots of vodka in one go a few minutes ago, which did wonders for your tolerance. Now, all you needed was a cute guy to keep you entertained.
“Yeji, I need a guy”, you tell your friend who’s vaping right next to you, “This dress is tight as fuck and I need someone to take it off of me”.
“Okay”, laughs Yeji, “Girl, we’ll find you someone, don’t worry.”
You pout at the third glass of neat vodka in front of you, “I hate vodka”
“I’ll get you a mixer?”
“Sure”
“Babe, promise me you’ll mingle with someone in the meanwhile. You’re leaving tonight with a guy, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, that’ what I’m here for”
“Okay, be right back!”
However, you were upset and it showed. You had just broken up with Yeonjun a few days ago, and no shit, you weren’t over it. However, screw that guy. You didn’t need him, you could easily get another guy if you wanted to. You sat there for a while, mulling over your tragic love life when your thoughts were interrupted.
“Y/N! Let’s dance!”, a deep voice came from over you.
You look up to find Beomgyu reaching out, wanting to drag you into the free space in the living room where people were now dancing.
“Yeah. No”, you reply, “I am way too sober to be dancing right now”, you tell him.
“Hmm”, he smirks, “You know what you need?”, he grabs a bottle of vodka from the table and brings it over to you, “Okay, open up”, he instructs.
“Um, hello, I do not chug, okay. I am a lady and I drink like one. So, pour the drink into my glass”
‘Oh god. Fine”, Beomgyu rolled his eyes.
Next thing you know, you were dancing in the living room with your deep voiced friend. You had your body sloppily thrown over him, his hands on your waist and yours around his neck. The two of you looked drunk out of your minds. You could barely stand and he was trying his best to keep you from falling to the ground.
At one point, you even thought you saw Yeonjun twirling some other girl near you - which both Beomgyu and you decided to imitate for the fun of it. The two of confused to who was going to twirl whom and hence ended up taking turns to twirl each other.
This went one for an hour or two, until finally, the pair of giggling mess, decided to make way to the couch. He took a seat on one end of it, patting on the space beside him for you to sit down.
“I’m sitting on you lap”, you announce, facing him.
“You don’t want to sit on the couch?”, he slurs at you, ‘Okay, come here then”, replies Beomgyu as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms going around to hold you against him.
Unbeknownst to you, Yeonjun was watching the entire interaction from the opposite couch with a seemingly seething expression on his face. Unfortunately, you were way past drunk to notice his presence in the room anymore. You wanted to be under someone tonight, and if that someone was going to Beomgyu, that’s even better! Beomgyu was as hot as hookups get, and this was just perfect.
Your thoughts were interrupted when a couple of your friends, including Yeji came over to click pictures with you. You had your arms around Beomgyu for most of them and when they were gone, you couldn’t help but want to get away from all the crowd and the music.
“You wanna get out of here for a while?”, you ask Beomgyu.
You had spent the entire night, latched onto him. The guy being no expection to the behavior himself. If this was going anywhere, the both of you knew where exactly that would be.
“Um, sure. Bedroom?”, he breathes heavily, his eyes shifting from yours to your lips.
“Okay”, you reply.
“Okay”
You got off him and the two of you stand up and make your way towards the room at the other end of the hallway. You open up the door and as soon as you get in, Beomgyu closes it and pushes you against the table nearby, latching his lips flush onto yours.
His hand pushes you closer by your waist, while the other slithered down to squeeze your butt cheeks. You had you hands against his chest, which you moved to tug onto his hair as his lips, seeming to have a mind of their own, traces patterns downwards to your neck.
Knock.
You slightly pull back from Beomgyu.
Knock. Knock,
“I’ll get it”, he says
He steps away from you to open the door. On the other side of it stood an an extremely unimpressed, seemingly irritated Yeonjun. He looks past the boy and into the room to glare at you.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink”, he states, before he walks in and drags you out the room with him.
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Guys, I ran out of time. I got finals tomorrow. Lemme know what you think. Part 2? -M
“You wanna touch someone else?”, seethes Yeonjun, his chest against yours, eyes glaring down into your own as tingles ran through your blood - from him or the vodka, you weren’t quite sure of.
warnings & notes: there’s like one kinda suggestive mention but it’s very brief lmao, sorry aish I had to- I haven’t written in a long ass time, so this sucks and I didn’t proofread anything :D oh also hi, lmao, you probably didn’t except this.
happy birthday to one of the best people I’ve met @scintillasofbeomgyu . no words are enough to express how much you mean to me, I hope you know that no matter how little or a lot I say, you’re one of the best things to have come out of my life in tumblr. I love you.
You could feel Beomgyu looking at you.
Staring at you with those love filled eyes under his long eyelashes. You didn’t turn to face him, not yet prepared for this moment to end and another one to begin, so you kept your eyes on the starry sky you could see from your bedside window and let your boyfriend continue his staring.
The way he looked at you always made you feel warm inside. It’s almost like his eyes held entire galaxies and every single one of the stars in them were only directed at you. You were his one and only, his best friend and his lover, his one true soulmate. Everything you were to him, he was to you and more. He made you feel loved and cared for; treating you with the gentlest of intentions, lightest of kisses and roughest of- well, that wasn’t a subject appropriate for this train of thought.
”Y/n”, his voice was deep when he whispered and you could already feel the smile on his face as he spoke out your name. You stared at the sky for a bit longer before turning to him, seeing him there in his element.
An oversized hoodie and sweatpants hung around his figure, long-ish brown hair with blond highlights tied into a small ponytail behind his head. He was staring at you with that smile that made him look so young and playful, but the way he presented himself was only serious. There was no joking in this moment, only the heartfelt feeling of love coating the entire room.
He leaned over to you and no matter how many times you experienced it, your heart still did somersaults inside your chest every single time. His lips met yours in a sweet exchange, lips slightly chapped because of the evergrowing cold weather. But it still tasted better than any pastry you’d ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Your eyes were closed when he leaned back, a chuckle escaping past his lips as he was presumably looking at your starstruck expression. Right as you were about to let your eyes meet with his again, he pecked you again, this time shorter but filled with just as much meaning.
”Happy birthday, Y/n”, he smiled at you, one of his hands coming over to wrap around your shoulders as he turned you two to face the window again.
No shooting stars were in sight, but that was okay. You already had everything you could ever wish for.
Contains: Dirty talk, hand job, blow job, the use of cock ring, creampie, vaginal sex, masturbation, exhibitionism
Word count:3344
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“Are you sure you’re feeling well?” you ask eyeing him with concern.
It’s already the third time you asked him this question during the last twenty minutes.
“Y–yeah, I’m fine, really,” Beomgyu answers with a rather tense smile on his face.
He doesn’t look fine at all in your opinion: his cheeks are deeply flushed, he’s constantly licking and biting his lips, not to mention that he’s sweating quite noticeably. Since you don’t want to come of as nosy, you don’t inquire further, but something seems to be off about his behaviour today.
“Are you ready to discuss the next paragraph then?”, you ask deciding that it’s better to change to subject to your shared work.
The fact that he looks deeply relieved makes you feel even more confused. You can’t tell what he’s thinking at all, and it sparks your interest: you want to be able to read him.
“Sure. Frankly speaking, no matter how many times I read it, I absolutely cannot agree with those statements,” Beomgyu answers leaning back against the chair.
His posture looks like he’s trying hard to appear relaxed, but you can see that his muscles are way too tense for it to pass as such. Sighing internally you decide to ignore it: you have a project to do, so it’d be better to focus on it.
“Why?” you ask tilting your head slightly, curiosity evident in your voice.
If there was something you liked in group projects, it was learning about the perspective of people you usually didn’t have much contact with. Choi Beomgyu was especially interesting in your eyes because of his public image: a kind and polite young man always ready to help others, not a party type of guy but with a wide circle of friends from different backgrounds, deeply interested in music and literature. Most of the time people spoke about him like one could spoke about a talented and well-behaved child which made you feel intrigued: is he truly such an innocent person as they say or is there something that outsiders don’t notice? Is his public image the same as the one reserved for those who are close to him?
“To put it simply: in my eyes those characters are completely unrealistic. They’re one–dimensional with their uncomplicated thoughts and defined views on what’s right and what’s wrong, while it’s obvious that the reality is much more complex than that. I’d be perfectly fine with that if it was philosophical fiction such as Voltaire’s satires, but it’s not. The personalities of people are much more complicated.”
You smile nodding slowly as you think about your answer carefully. It’s barely your third or so project with him, but you like to work with Beomgyu. That excitement and curiosity in his expression, as if he’s genuinely interested in your opinion, it makes you feel more motivated to properly analyse things out and truly understand the problem.
“To be frank I’m not sure what this story was aspiring to be, or even what the author wanted it to be. To me that story only shows that you can write thousands of words and still say nothing interesting nor smart,” you say rolling your eyes good-naturedly.
“However, in case of the creations of the characters I agree with you only partially. Yes, most of them are rather boring to put it mildly, but there are also those that deserve to be looked closer at. Take the brother of the female protagonist for example: don’t you think his motivations are not exactly as moral as he believes them to be?”
It’s Beomgyu’s turn to nod now. His eyes lose focus as he turns your words over in his mind – it seems that you just gave him a perspective he didn’t thought of before.
“But what does it mean to you to be moral?” he asks tilting his head with a smile on his lips.
He looks quite provocative this way, and you have to admit that you like it. It almost feels like he’s testing you, but you can’t tell on what exactly. Maybe it’s about you self-control because every time he does that you feel like your patience is being tested. Even though you try to ignore it, you can’t help but imagine him in situations that are suggestive no less.
“Well, not to be that person, but my morality isn’t exactly a model one,” you chuckle leaning back against your chair.
“There are things I’m more prone to do than the majority of the people.”
Beomgyu smiles slightly at your words and looks down at his book clearly lost in thoughts. Once again you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and it frustrates you: what’s happening in that pretty head of his?
“My morality isn’t a model one either,” he starts slowly as if not sure if he should continue.
“But I think it makes people more interesting, you know? When you can’t tell right away what they’d do, where are their boundaries. They can surprise you thanks to that.”
You can’t help but smirk hearing his words.
“And with what you could surprise me, Beomgyu?” you say resting your elbows on the tabletop and leaning towards him.
It’s so easy to make him blush, really. Your mind starts to wander: how flushed would he become if you played with him a little? You have to press your thighs together just from the very though and to be frank you find your body reactions quite ridiculous. Yeah, you want him, but to this extent? Maybe you overestimated your self-control after all.
“Did you read the fifth paragraph already?” he asks pulling you out of your dirty thoughts.
“Sorry, give me a sec,” you answer with an apologetic smile before looking down at your book.
You can’t focus on the words at all: not only is your body acting out because of the man sitting in front of you but also said man started to act weirdly again. You can hear Beomgyu squirming in his sit uncomfortably, his breathing accelerated and shallow once again.
“Holy fuck,” he moans softly all of a sudden.
You simply look up at him raising a brow in question. He gapes at you with the expression of absolute horror on his face in return. The pink on his cheeks deepens slowly as you just stare at him wordlessly until he finally breaks and answers your unsaid question.
“It’s nothing, really,” he murmurs with eyes glued to the tabletop but even the tips of his ears are flushed bright red now.
Your patience must be at its limit: his behaviour irks you way too much to just let it pass now. In fact, you’re simply way too frustrated with him to do so, so you decide to set things straight here and now.
“I don’t think so,” you huff folding your arms.
“You acted weirdly from the very start of our meeting today. Just spill the tea, for the love of god, so we can finish our work and go home.”
Even though the tone of your voice sounds unaffected, irritated even, you’re screaming inside. Your underwear’s surely quite damp already, and you feel more and more uncomfortable as time passes. Damn your vivid imagination and his goddamned moans, really.
“W–well, I, um,” he manages to say before he falls silent, his face resembling a ripe tomato.
You sigh deciding to call it a day when he whimpers quietly and his eyes roll back as if involuntarily. Finally, you get it – you saw enough guys acting like that to know that right now Choi Beomgyu is being pleasured in some way. You can’t help but smirk – an innocent child, huh?
“I–I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, um, let’s just finish this and go home like you said,” he babbles nervously tugging at the hair on his nape, not looking at you.
But you can’t. You can’t just let it go like that. Just as Beomgyu said: life’s not a Voltaire’s satire and people’s personalities are complex. With those very words in mind you decide to chance your luck. After all, in the long run there’s nothing to lose and a lot to gain, you tell yourself.
“Beomgyu,” you say in a calm voice that makes him look up at you carefully.
You make sure to look him straight in the eyes before saying:
“Stand up.”
His breath hitches audibly at that unsubtle command, and you can barely sit still as he slowly does as you told him to. A thrill of excitement runs down your spine: you didn’t expect such obedience from him, but you’re absolutely delighted to see it. What makes you feel even more delighted is the fact that even though the fabric of his pants is of good quality it leaves nothing to the imagination outlining his cock just right for you to see. And it’s not like his dick’s half-hard or so, no, it’s fully erect judging by the way the fabric of his pants is bulged.
“D–don’t look,” he murmurs quietly covering his crotch with his hands, but you can tell he’s excited too.
It’s the way his upper body’s leaning in your direction, the way he’s observing you from under his eyelashes – it’s as if he was waiting, hoping even, all this goddamn time for you to take the action, to call him out. But you can’t speculate freely like that about his thoughts – you have to confirm your suspicions.
“Come here, please,” you say simply gesturing to the space next to you.
It’s so quiet that you can hear the rustling of his clothes as he rounds the table and stands where you told him to. He stands over you, towers over you in fact, yet somehow it feels like you’re the one looking down on him not the other way around.
“May I?” you ask looking up at him with a smile.
“Yes,” he answers breathlessly.
It takes Herculean effort to reach out towards his belt in your own sweet time, to appear unaffected by the tension in the air as you unbuckle it and slowly unzip his pants. You can’t help but huff out a laugh at the sight.
“And what do we have here?” you hum quietly looking up at him with a smile playing on your lips.
No wonder you could see the shape of his cock this clearly – he didn’t have any underwear underneath his pants to begin with. What surprised you more, however, was something else: a thin purple band around the base of his cock was something you definitely didn’t expect.
“Naughty, aren’t we?” you laugh shaking your head slightly before hooking your fingers over the hem of his pants and pulling the fabric further down his hips.
Beomgyu’s quiet, so you look up at him once again and that’s enough to learn that he’s clearly enjoying the situation. His pretty face’s flushed adorably, pouty lips slightly ajar as his chest rises and fall rapidly under his white shirt. The way he looks at you makes you feel even more aroused than you already were: almost as if he wants to devour you here and now.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans throwing his head back, his hips bucking slightly as the quiet sound of vibration finally reaches your ears.
No wonder he looked uncomfortable before: you can’t even imagine what it must have to feel like to him to wear a vibrating cock ring in public, a hard cock trapped in tight trousers. You hike his shirt higher to take a better look at his crotch and to your surprise he immediately grabs it to hold it up for. What a good boy he is, your sweet Beomgyu.
“It appears to me that you don’t like it easy,” you say softly as your fingers curl loosely around his swollen shaft.
Beomgyu shivers visibly when your fingertips wander over the popping veins.
“W–well, it’s not as pleasant when you can get it right away,” he murmurs bashfully as his grip tightens on fabric of his shirt.
“Yeah, I get it,” you chuckle before wrapping your lips around the flushed tip without any warning.
Beomgyu cries out your name sweetly in the answer, and you can’t take it any more – you slip one of your hands past the waistline of your skirt. Your clit must be already swollen, but you aren’t really the type to go for it as fast as you can, no, you like to drag your pleasure out as long as possible. After all, what’s better than teasing yourself while simultaneously teasing a gorgeous man?
“Please, it feels so good, don’t stop,” he begs quietly, his knuckles white from the effort of keeping his hands to himself.
“I love how responsive you are, love,” you sigh happily before placing a kiss on the swollen head.
“Just for you,” he chokes out in the answer.
“None else can make me moan like that.”
You can’t help but smile hearing that and lick his cock from base to the tip in a sign of appreciation. However, his choice of words sparks your interest.
“Tell me, love, have you planned this?” you ask spiting on your hand before spreading your saliva over his swollen length.
“Um, no, not exactly. Although, oh, I can’t say that I wasn’t hoping for, um, similar outcome.”
“So you thought about such situation before,” you muse as you start to pump his cock lazily.
Even though you’re still playing with yourself with your free hand, you can already tell that it won’t be enough to come. Despite the fact that you’re highly aroused right now, you need something stronger than that to get the orgasm you want. Something like a dick you’re currently playing with.
“Yeah,” he answers shyly as his hands rise involuntary to cover his face, white fabric falling down his waist.
“You can tell me, you know. I mean, I’m currently giving you a handjob, Beomgyu, I hope you’re not going to get shy now,” you chuckle twisting your wrist around his reddened head.
He moans your name sweetly, and you speed up the tempo of your movements just a little as a reward. He looks at you for a moment as if lost if thoughts before he starts talking.
“The vibe you give off makes me go crazy, you know? I can’t help but, ahhh fuck, but wonder what it’d feel like to be your man, to have you look at me like you used to look at your ex when you were together. Um, damn, to have your hands all over my body, your lips, ohh, pressed against my skin, your words, your praises, fuck, directed only at me.”
“Is that why you decided to wear a cock ring to a meeting with me?” you ask almost innocently as you grab his shirt in one of your hands before pulling it up.
Beomgyu laughs in the answer rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
“I wasn’t exactly prepared for that outcome but yeah, I was hoping you’d notice at some point. And, well, you did, and you took charge of the situation just as I imagined you would if that were to happen.”
You look up to take him in properly and to be frank he’s as sweet as always: all that adorable blushing and flustered expression, the way he’s toying with his fingers nervously as if he’s afraid of your reaction to his words.
“People like to say that you’re such a sweet young man and I have to agree, however, I don’t think we’d be thinking about the same thing,” you say with a smirk before carefully taking him into your mouth.
As you take him deep into your throat, the cock ring vibrates mere centimetres before your eyes, and you can’t help but wonder who’s controlling it, if anyone. The pattern of vibration seems to be quite random – Beomgyu must really like surprises.
You bob your head up and down in a rather fast tempo until your jaw hurts, swallowing around him from time to time and making him moan sweetly. Beomgyu’s thighs are trembling from the effort as he tries his best to not thrust into your mouth, and you cup his balls gently into your free hand as a sign of appreciation. Judging from his fucked out expression, he’s definitely loosing it already, so you move away slowly.
“Although I really like your cock,” you start after clearing your throat.
“I like my pussy even more, and let me tell you that it’s practically dripping now. Not to mention that it’s all because of you, love.”
Beomgyu just breathes heavily, observing wordlessly as you stand up from your chair with a smirk before motioning for him to sit on it instead. You can hear him swallow thickly when you slip down your legs the shorts you always wear underneath your skirts along with your underwear. His big hands immediately find your hips when you straddle him after hiking your skirt higher up your waist.
“I honestly cannot believe this is happening right now,” he pants out, his trembling hands caressing your sides gently.
“If not, you have really pleasant dreams,” you answer smugly as you position the tip of his cock at your entrance and slowly start to slide down.
Thankfully both your pussy and his length are slippery enough at this point for this to be more or less comfortable, otherwise it’d have been pretty painful ride down. You embrace his neck tightly, marvelling over the feeling of his dick filling you up as you finally bottom out. It feels so good to have him inside you that you can’t help but teasingly tighten your muscles around him.
“Ah, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers hugging you tightly in the answer.
It’s just so easy to tease him.
“I’m going to move now, is that okay?” you whisper into him ear as you rake your fingers through his hair.
“Yes, please, I don’t care as long as you feel good,” he chokes out into your hair.
“I appreciate your need to satisfy me, but there are two players in this game, love, and,” you start, but your words are cut off by a moan that escapes your lips when the cock ring starts to vibrate against your pussy.
“Goddammit,” you sigh bucking your hips at the pleasant sensation.
“See? I told you! Surprises are great,” he huffs with a laugh, and you can’t help but follow.
“If it means that I get a pretty man with a pretty cock then sure, why not,” you murmur rising your hips until only the tip of his dick is inside you only to bottom out again mere seconds later.
Beomgyu starts chanting your name like some kind of mantra when you find a steady rhythm of riding him that satisfies both of you. His fingers immediately find their way under your skirt and quickly localize your clit: his soft fingertips start to draw patterns on it that make you lose your mind in no time, and he’s definitely aware of that judging from his smug expression. It doesn’t take long for either of you to orgasm – after all you were teasing each other for quite some time before getting to the penetration. Beomgyu comes inside you with a soft moan, and the cock ring starts to vibrate once again just as you reach your own high. An additional source of stimulation makes your body tremble from pleasure as you slowly ride down your orgasm.
“How was it? Better than what you were hoping for?” you pant out trying to catch your breath.
“My fantasies cannot hold the candle to that, believe me,” he laughs softly hugging you.
“But worry not, we’re not finished yet. After all, I have to clean up your pussy.”
You have to admit: Beomgyu’s indeed a really good boy, just not in the way people think he is. Thankfully, you’re perfectly fine with their lack of knowledge on that matter.
A/N:Part 2 of the Her Beloved Consorts series! The stories are loosely connected by the persona of the Empress-reader and, of course, take place in the same universe.
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The gown was heavy as hell, but you kept your complaints to yourself. You were the Empress after all – majority of the people who looked up to you didn’t see you as a fellow human. You could be the most powerful person in the empire but even you, or maybe especially you, were tangled in the dangerous web of politics and social connections. Anyone could turn into a spider if you weren’t careful enough, and you didn’t want to give them even the most trivial reason to attack you.
After the meeting with your vassals ended, you barely managed to escape to your private study, and now you were just standing there, letting the silence calm your restless mind. You were about to pour yourself a drink when someone knocked at the door. With a heavy sigh you forced yourself to compose your features.
“Come in,” you said leaning comfortably against your bureau.
“Your Majesty,” said the maid bowing deeply before straightening with her head still lowered in respect.
“What is it?” you asked tilting your own head slightly as you eyed her carefully.
She seemed to be a regular maid but as the Empress you could never be too careful.
“Duke Choi requests a meeting with you in the garden, Your Majesty.”
“When?” you asked softly, a small smile already appearing on your lips.
“Whenever you feel like it, Your Highness,” answered the woman keeping her eyes glued to the wooden floor.
“Thank you, you may go now.”
The maid bowed deeply once again and retreated gracefully, not even once turning her back on you.
The next meeting was scheduled for two hours from now, so it wouldn’t hurt to relax a little with your best friend. As you were heading towards the garden you couldn’t help but grin widely: even your heavy clothing couldn’t slow you down as you tried to get there as fast as humanly possible. You had to practically force yourself to walk calmly – what a scandal it’d be if someone saw you right now, the Empress, behaving in such disgraceful way.
“Stay here, and don’t let anyone enter,” you commanded your guards as you reached the front gate of your private garden.
As you headed towards the western part of the park, you looked around blissfully absorbing all the colours, sounds and smells – every step you took made you feel somehow lighter. It took you a few minutes to reach your favourite spot: a glade with a branchy willow tree. Soobin was already there, waiting for you patiently as he always did, sitting comfortably at the garden table and visibly engrossed in a book he was reading. He must have heard you, however, as he quickly put his book to the side and stood up.
“Your Majesty,” he said with a wide grin before taking a knee and bowing his head respectfully.
“Duke Choi,” you answered smiling warmly before settling comfortably on the cushioned chair that stood across the one he was sitting on.
Taking a brief look at the tabletop you immediately noticed an epergne filled with sweets and a hand-painted tea set. One of Soobin’s hobbies was brewing tea, and he deeply enjoyed sharing this passion with you. You on the other hand loved trying the tea he prepared for you.
“I missed you, Your Highness,” he said quietly as he stared at you with a soft expression on his face.
Soobin took one of your hands into his bigger one, his long fingers tangling with yours carefully as if he was afraid you were going to push him away. You smiled warmly, caressing his knuckles with your thumb in the answer which made the delicate blush appear on his cleanly shaved cheeks.
“I’m sorry, dear, I don’t have much time to spare recently,” you said apologetically before bringing his hand to your lips and placing a kiss on the back of it.
“Would you like to tell me now what were you busy with when I wasn’t around?”
His whole face brightened as Soobin started to excitedly talk about his newest projects while jokingly mocking his father, the Chancellor, who always complained about his only son’s doings. While you understood his father desire to install Soobin as his successor, what you truly wanted was for Soobin to be happy. You knew that your friend had a natural talent for gardening: no matter what kind of plant he was taking care of it always grew tall, effuse and overall beautiful. When his father told the servants to burn the garden in their mansion to the ground, you gave him your private park to manage. It was a show of your loyalty which forced Chancellor Choi to at least tolerate his son’s decisions – after all, it’d be truly moronic to stand up to the Empress herself because of such trivial matter.
“Oh, forgive me, Your Highness, I completely forgot,” he chuckled suddenly busying himself around the table.
“I prepared tea for you. It’s a new brand that I imported from the north, and I’m fairly certain you’d like it.”
You cautiously took the cup that he handed you and eyed the unusual colour of the liquid with curiosity: it was rosé gold. Its fragrance was somehow sweet and sour in the same time which surprised you greatly. You have never stumbled over such tea before.
“What do you think, Your Highness?” he asked expectantly as you took a sip from your cup.
“You know my tastes so well,” you shook your head slightly in the answer before drinking more of the warm liquid.
He only chuckled softly at that and took your hand in his once again while staring at you with that soft expression he had on his face when you came here. Soobin was your best friend since early childhood thus knowing you better than anyone else. As you two were always together, naturally people expected you two to get married someday, but then your father got assassinated, and you learnt that not long before he died he appointed you as his successor thus making you the Empress. To say that it turned your life upside down would be an understatement, truly.
“You look tired,” Soobin remarked suddenly as he toyed with one of the rings you wore.
“I’m fine, dear, all I need right now is to spend some time with you,” you smiled warmly in the answer.
“You know you can tell me everything, Your Highness, right?” he asked tilting his head slightly to the side.
You sighed placing your cup on the table-top and caressing the back of his hand mindlessly with your fingertips. Even though you trusted him with your life, you were still choosing your words carefully – a habit you couldn’t shake off no matter how hard you tried.
“Those past few days were pretty tiring, I’m not going to lie. It’s exhausting how everyone constantly expect impossible things from me, placing high demands while also demanding immediate results of my decisions. Not to mention that the council of elders repeatedly asks me about the heir and the reason why I don’t have one yet if I have this many consorts,” your tone was bitter as you rubbed the space between your brows in irritation.
“Thank God I have you. Whenever I’m with you, Soobin, I feel so much better.”
The emotions on his face were appearing and disappearing too quickly for you to understand them, so you continued, your voice suddenly filled with regret.
“But you know what’s funny? One word from you would be enough for me to give you everything I have, yet you don’t seem to want anything from me.”
Soobin chuckled quietly shaking his head. Letting go of your hands, he stood up, and hovered over you for a few seconds as if conflicted before finally falling to his knees with a soft thud. You couldn’t help but swallow thickly seeing him like that: kneeling in front of you so naturally, as if it was his rightful place.
“For a very long time the only thing I wanted was to be by your side forever, Your Majesty. I wanted to have your love, but I didn’t want to share it with anyone, no, I wanted for you to only love me,” he said in a serious tone taking both of your hands into his once again.
“But one day you became the Empress and that day I realized that I have to change my desires somehow because I’d never win against my newest and at the same time the biggest rival for your love.”
You untangled one of your hands to caress his cheek gently, your fingers trembling slightly as you silently listened to his words. You thought that you know him so well – how wrong have you been all this time.
“I don’t want your Empire to stand between us. I know you see me as a precious friend, Your Majesty.”
“But?” you asked aware that some words were left unsaid.
“But I don’t want to be just your friend, I want to be your lover. I want you to touch me, and I want to touch you, in many ways,” he breathed out bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your fingers gently.
“I constantly hear about all those things you do with your consorts, and I want you to do them to me too. I know I can please you too, Your Majesty, ” he said looking up at you from under his long eyelashes.
“I can prove myself.”
His words took you by surprise and in return it took a lot from you to act as if not affected at all. You didn’t want to admit how your core clenched seeing him like this, how his words caused your mind to wander but at the same time you wanted him so badly you were about to go crazy.
“How so?” you asked finally leaning back against the chair.
You observed silently as he carefully gathered all the layers of your hefty gown before lifting it up to your knees. Suddenly he froze halfway through the movement and flushed brightly before resting his forehead on your knee to hide his face from you.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, I–I forgot to ask for permission first,” he murmured bashfully, the tips of his ears reddening as his fingers clasped the thick fabric tightly.
“May I please eat you out, Your Majesty?”
Your heartbeat speed up as he looked up appearing ridiculously innocent in contrast to the words that just left his pouty lips. His usually gentle brown eyes were now darkened with desire, his cheeks flushed and lips swollen slightly from biting – what an adorable yet sinful sight.
“How can I refuse when you ask so nicely,” you answered with a smile, your hand finding its way into his soft locks.
He pushed his head into your hand in the answer, as if demanding for you to pet him. Wordlessly, you motioned towards the hem of your gown with your free hand to which he swallowed visibly and looked away shyly. You had to lick your suddenly dry lips as he lifted the fabric higher, exposing your stocking-covered thighs. His fingertips caressed the material from your knee up until he reached the hem of your stocking: his hands were trembling slightly as he gradually started to unfasten the suspenders one after another. Soobin’s breathing got heavier than before as he slowly tugged on the fabric and pulled it down exposing your skin to the warm sunlight.
“Your Majesty,” he sighed rubbing his face into the exposed skin of your inner thigh.
The kiss he placed there was unimaginably tender as if he was enchanted by what just unfolded before his eyes and feared it’d disappear suddenly. The tension in the air was almost unbearable – you were barely breathing when he slowly pushed your legs apart and moved your underwear to the side. His beautiful brown eyes bored into your exposed pussy as if he wanted to remember every single detail to recapture it later.
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your centre.
The first sweep of his tongue made you moan softly as your fingers curled in his thick locks. The more he licked, sucked and kissed the more you tugged, pulled and yanked making him groan throatily in return. Soobin knew how to please a woman, that one you were sure of as skilfully played with your pussy making you wetter and wetter from minute to minute. Gently rubbing your clit with the tip of his nose, he slipped his tongue inside you and looked up at you.
“Fuck, Soobin,” you purred throwing your head back.
You bit your lip hard when he moved his face away slightly to lick his fingers. You couldn’t help but buck your hips violently while holding him firmly by his hair when he slipped one of his thick digits inside you. You weren’t even trying to control yourself when he added a second one: you started to straight up fuck yourself onto his fingers.
“Soobin, my love, you’re so good for me,” you choked out when he added the third digit.
“Only for you, Your Majesty,” he panted out in the answer before closing his eyes and pressing his face into your crotch.
“Please, use me for your pleasure,” he said and stuck his tongue out.
Soobin moaned softly when you started to rub your pussy against his face while he continued to finger you. It was a lot, you weren’t going to lie: his thick fingers moving in and out of your pussy, his pretty face sticky from your juices to the point where you could see how wet his eyelashes had become. You were getting close to your orgasm quite fast, and it was all because of him.
“You’re perfect, love, just perfect. Wait ‘till I get my hands on you, you won’t be able to walk for days to come,” you chuckled darkly and closed your eyes throwing your head back once again.
Now that you couldn’t see your sensitivity increased. You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of this situation – you, the goddamned Empress, were practically lying half–naked on the chair in your beautiful garden, rubbing your bared pussy against your best friend’s face while moaning his name in pleasure. That’s certainly not how you expected to spend this afternoon.
“Fuck, Soobin, I’m coming,” you managed to say before crying out his name as your orgasm has hit you.
Your heart was racing as if you just ran a marathon, and your whole body buzzed with pleasure as waves of an orgasm washed over you. Soobin licked your folds tentatively while still penetrating you slowly, helping you to come down from your high while your trembling fingers caressed his hair. When the oversensitivity hit you, he moved away almost reluctantly.
“That was absolutely amazing,” you sighed opening your eyes to take a look at him still kneeling between your legs.
You had to swallow hard seeing him lick his fingers very thoroughly until they were perfectly clean. Bottom half of Soobin’s face was also wet from your juices – the still vivid memory of him rubbing his face into your crotch in delight making your pussy clench.
“Did I prove myself, Your Majesty?” he asked carefully pulling your abandoned stocking up and fastening the suspenders back.
Always a good boy, your sweet Soobin.
“I believe so. You did so well, my love,” you purred before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his puffy lips.
You could taste yourself on his lips which cause you to hum contently – it felt as if you marked him in a way, as if he was completely yours now. You rested your forehead against his, not wanting to move away yet.
“Will you take me as a consort, Your Majesty?” he murmured softly rubbing his face against yours.
You couldn’t help but smile and kissed him one more time.
“It’d be my honour,” you whispered against his lips before biting his lower lip gently.
✧ genre: little crack, fluff!!! | exes to lovers! au
✧ word count: 4.1k
✧ summary: After going separate ways for a couple of years, you unexpectedly meet again with a familiar face that you cherished deeply. Could this be your chance to rekindle that love?
[Binnie, 10:05 AM] Morning!! I’m already at the café. Where are u?
[Y/n, 10:06 AM] Oh already?? I’ll be there in 10, buy my drink for me pls
You chuckle to yourself as you shove your phone into your coat pocket, making your way to your living room to close the blinds before leaving your apartment. Today was the day Soobin was going to meet a friend he hasn’t seen for a while, and of course he asked you to come along so he wouldn’t be alone, plus he’s been attempting to play cupid with each of his friends that he had introduced to you so far.
Valentine’s day was around the corner and it gradually started to lose its meaning to you after you broke up with your long term boyfriend, Choi Yeonjun. He was the most selfless, laid back, understanding, not to mention absolutely attractive boyfriend—well ex-boyfriend now. He was your first legitimate relationship along with many other firsts, so undoubtedly, you were deeply attached to that relationship. You were certain that you would be comparing every guy to him, even though no one had been able to top him.
yeonjun x reader, fluff, no warnings, this is written in the same universe as this drabble but it can also be read separately
a tickling sensation on your chin awoke you from your afternoon nap, making you scrunch your nose as you slowly opened your eyes. you lifted your hand to scratch your chin but a mop of hair blocked you from reaching the said area on your face.
ah, so that was what was tickling you; yeonjun’s hair.
you held back a chuckle as you ran your fingers through his soft locks. he let out a content sigh at the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp, before snuggling further in your neck, making you smile.
“did you sleep well?” you murmured, stroking his cheek with your other hand.
he hummed, tightening his grip on your waist as he placed a soft kiss against your skin. feeling your cheeks heat up, you looked out of the window only to find out it was already dark outside. frowning, you grabbed your phone to check the time.
“yeonjun, we should really get up,” you gasped as you saw how late it already was.
he let out a disapproving noise as he entangled his legs with yours, not feeling like getting up.
“it’s almost nine o'clock, the boys will be here soon,” you spoke as you tried to free yourself from his grip. you didn’t try very hard though since you secretly did not want to get up either.
“they have the keys to your place, they can let themselves in and watch the movie together. we should just stay here,” yeonjun mumbled against your neck making you laugh.
every sunday night, yeonjun and you would meet up with your four other friends, rotating between whose apartment to use as the hang out spot. sometimes you’d do a movie marathon, other times you’d just have a drink while playing cards and chatting. it didn’t really matter what you guys did, you always had the best time together.
tonight, though, you and yeonjun really were not feeling like hanging out with the rest of the boys. cuddling together seemed like a way better plan.
but unfortunately, the boys would never allow your tradition to come to a halt, not even for you and yeonjun who recently had started dating.
so in about fifteen minutes, all four of them would be at your door.
“you know we can’t do that,” you chuckled.
yeonjun let out a whine before slowly loosening his grip on you, making you immediately shiver as the warmth of his body left you.
you got out of your comfortable bed to turn on the lights and yeonjun immediately groaned, shutting his eyes as they weren’t adjusted to the bright lightning yet.
“i am pretty sure i’m going to fall back asleep on the couch once we start watching that movie,” yeonjun grumbled as he rubbed his eyes.
you laughed, fixing your hair as you looked at your sleepy boyfriend through the mirror.
synopsis;;in which you are a lime, and Yeonjun is a lemon.
content&warnings ;; swearing; I think it just like one word but still.
note;; repost from my old blog lipbeom! I edited the first part a little bit but then I got tired so the rest is pretty much unchanged. I was going to make a new synopsis but my brain blanked so I just kept the old, slightly vague one but I promise it makes sense if you read it wink wink hint hint
Yeonjun had always found you to be a little interesting. He imagined this conclusion occurred when the both of you were bright-eyed six year olds still new to the wonders of the world.
It was at this time, six years young, when you became enamored with limes and lemons. While other kids your age were invested in dolls and toy cars and legos you had taken an interest in fruit. It was weird.
Even still, Yeonjun would listen to you drone on about them, how they were a little “family”. He assumed it was your observant nature paired with your kind heart that enlightened you to the fact that limes were given less love than their lemon counterparts. It was then that your fight began, you were determined to bring limes out of the lemon’s shadow.
Yeonjun was drawn into your affair with limes when you made him your business partner in your limeade stand: step one of your plan to give limes the love and respect that they so desperately deserved.
And though you did sell a decent amount of limeade, it was because the adults who passed by saw a kid passionate about their stand and didn’t want to ruin the dreams of what they thought to be a young budding entrepreneur.
The limeade itself was awful.
It took Yeonjun one sip to realize that you definitely did not know how to make it. The bitter taste that stung his tongue was enough to make it clear you didn’t put in nearly enough sugar. Somehow, and at the time he had not been aware why, the smile on your face and the twinkle in your eyes made the limeade taste just a little sweeter.
You texted your best friend Soobin to meet you at the centre of town, where you usually met, in an hour and not to be late. But of course he was late. You leaned against one of the buildings on the street, your arms crossed, looking around for Soobin. He was so tall it would be hard to miss him, which was making you more annoyed. You have him plenty of time and he said he wouldn’t be late.
After waiting for almost 15 minutes you finally saw Soobin coming towards you happily.
“You’re late.” You said coldly.
“Oh, y/n.” He said frowning. “Don’t be mad.”
He wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in hug, and shaking you around lightly.
“Ya, Choi Soobin!” You said trying to push him away. “You can’t cute your way out of this one.”
“Oh but I got distracted on the way,” Soobin muttered softly.
You raised an eyebrow at him before he took two chocolate buns out of his bag and held one out for you.
“I thought you might be hungry and saw this on the way…”
You softened as you took the bun from him and rolled your eyes. “Okay, you’re forgiven. But try not to do it again.”
He smiled at you brightly, his dimples popping out, making you smile and look away. Who knew dimples could make someone cuter than they were?
“Okay, follow me.” You said leading Soobin away, while you both started to eat your buns while walking.
“Are you going to tell me what we’re doing? Or is it a surprise like always?”
“It’s a surprise, but you’ll like it so relax.” You said and took a huge bite of your bread.
You heard Soobin giggling beside you.
“What?”
“You got chocolate on your face.”
“Eh? Where?” You said about to use the back of your hand to wipe it off, but Soobin beat you too it. He pulled your face towards him and wiped the chocolate off with his thumb.
“There you are.”
“A-ah thanks.” You said turning around blushing. You wondered to yourself why your heart was racing.
“Ta-da!” You said as you got to your destination. “We are here!”
“Oh!” Soobin said, his eyes shinning. “The new bookstore that opened!”
“Yeah! Since it’s one of those antique thrift book stores, I thought you would want to see what they had.”
“Let’s go see, shall we?” He asked grabbing your hand and pulling you inside.
You both were amazed by the inside of the store, it looked tiny on the outside, but it was actually pretty huge, had a second story, and just books upon books as far as the eye could see. It was a book lovers heaven.
Soobin saw something and was immediately drawn towards a section of books. You let him be and decided to explore the shop yourself. You browsed up and down the book shelves, skimming for anything that might catch your eye. And something did; The Archer and The Princess. You pulled out intrigued. You had never heard of this fairy tale before. You saw there was a place for reading and got yourself comfortable and then proceeded to read.
Soobin found some books that interested him but you couldn’t see you anywhere and got worried. He started to search for you and then he found you hunch over in a chair reading.
“Find something interesting?” He asked as he stood in front of you.
“Yeah, but it’s kind of sad.” You mumbled.
“Hm? How so?”
“Well, it’s about this Archer who was chosen to protect the Princess, which he was able to do until he fell in love with her. Once he did that his focus was in an important fight was off, and she got attacked and put into a endless sleep. And he doesn’t know how to wake her up and he’s now super depressed.” You explained.
“Well you haven’t finished the book, have you?”
“Well no.. but it doesn’t seem good. There’s only a chapter left.” You frowned. “I thought this would have a happy fairy tale ending. But now I’m just depressed.”
Soon in placed the books that were in his arms down on the floor. “You know, I have read that book before, and know how it ends. It’s actually a good ending.”
“How? The Archer literally wants to die and you’re saying it ends happily?”
“Of course. The princess is in an endless sleep.. similar to Snow White. So all the Archer has to do is kiss the princess, like so.” Soobin said as he reached down and planted a soft kiss on your lips. “Now the princess is awake.”
Your eyes went wide and your cheeks became flush. “W-what was that?”
“You know you reveal secrets when you sleep talk?” He asked while smiling sweetly at you.
“W-what?”
“Last week while we were studying and fell asleep you told me you had a crush on me.” He said chuckling.
“I-I do not!”
“Oh but I like you.” He said pouting while giving you such sad eyes.
“Ah, okay fine. I like you too.” You said looking away from him.
He held his hand out for you. “Princess, what shall we do next?”
You grabbed his hand and stood up. “I’m not sure yet, Archer. But I’ll think to something for us to do.”
“I will happily be dragged anywhere you want to go.”
“Good.” You said poking him softly in his dimple. “You’re the only person I want to drag around.”
When you try to copy what you write but you accidentally paste the last thing you copied instead and delete all you had written luckily I post on Instagram and had screenshots!
He was feeling so nervous and anxious as he waited for you to meet him at the park. He sat on one of the benches and fidgeting with his fingers. The two of you had been best friends for six years now and during that time he had fallen for you, it wasn’t hard for him too, you were absolutely beautiful inside and out. He’s surprise he hadn’t fallen for you sooner.
He was super nervous because he finally decided that he would confess to you and he was worried you would reject him and he would have ruined your friendship, which had caused him to wait so long to do this. Honestly, he didn’t have much of a plan, he was just planning on you two walking around the park, look at the ducks in the pond, and hopefully confess to you there.
“Soobin~!”
He looked up and saw you running excitedly towards him with a huge smile on your face. He instantly smiled and his dimples popped out as his heart started to race. He didn’t understand how someone could be so cute. It was very unfair he thought.
“Y/n!” He said happily standing up as you attacked him into a hug. He engulfed you into his arms, wishing you could hug you like this everyday, without his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.
“I missed you,” you said looking up at him. “So what are we doing today?”
“I thought we could just talk a nice walk around the park. Maybe get ice cream.” He said as he let you go and started to walk down the path with you.
The two of you walked through the park, talking about anything, and even went to feed the ducks. After that you noticed a flower garden that was in bloom.
“Oooh Soobin look!” You said excitedly grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you as you ran to the garden. “Aren’t they beautiful?”
“Yeah, but not as beautiful as you.” He said quietly not meaning to actually say it out loud.
“Wha-?” You asked blushing from his sudden compliment. “Choi Soobin, you’re embarrassing me.”
He was embarrassed that he said it out loud but your reaction was too adorable that he made up for it. And he took it as a sign that you possibly didn’t just see him as a friend. Just maybe?
“Um, y/n there’s something I want to tell you.” He said as he lead you to sit down on the edge of the brick flowerbed.
“Hm what’s that?” You asked curiously.
He scratched the back of his neck nervously before looking into your eyes. “I have been wanting to say this actually for a long time, but I mean I didn’t want to upset you.”
“Upset me? Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?” You asked concerned.
“Ah no! No, nothing like that. Um just I’m worried what I will say make you not want to be my friend anymore.” He said meekly.
“Nothing you say to me could ever make me want to stop being your friend.” You told him grabbing both his hands. “Best friends until the end.”
“Well, that’s the thing. I want to be more than best friends, y/n. Throughout the years I seemed to have fallen for you.” He said staring into your eyes with reddening cheeks. “I love you. And if you don’t feel the same way that’s okay. I will okay as long as I can still be your friend.”
“Oh! You finally found the courage to confess!” You said happily. “You know how long I have been waiting for that?”
“Wait what?” Soobin asked confused.
“Ah Soobin, I have known for a while you had feelings for me.” You said giggling. “It’s pretty obvious.”
“And you just waited instead of saying something?? I am so embarrassed” he said hiding his face with both of your guy’s hands, since you were still holding them.
“I considered confessing first, but your friend Yeonjun told me you trying to find a way to tell me. And I was curious on how you would.” You explained laughing.
“I- he knew I was suffering over this for months and just stood by a said nothing,” he said sighing. “He’s dead to me”
“Soobin stop being dramatic. I had a lot of fun watching you being shy around me. It was cute.”
“So you like me back?” He asked for reassurance.
“Of course. I’ve liked you for a while now too. I’m just better at hiding it than you, clearly.”
He smiled softly at you, feeling relieved that everything worked out, and all his nerves just disappeared. He leaned down and kissed you gingerly. He could taste the vanilla bean lip gloss you were wearing and didn’t know a simple kiss could be so sweet.
“I love you, y/n”
“And I love you, Soobin.”
You both smiled at each other before leaning in for another kiss.
You had been working as a translator at Bighit for over a year now. You knew over 5 languages and were very helpful to the company, however, after some time you also became somewhat of an assistant to TXT’s manger. You helped organized events, the boy’s schedule and also ran errands. By doing that you became close friends with the members, especially Yeonjun.
From the beginning he had a flirty nature towards you, and it would be a lie if you said you didn’t flirt back with him. You thought he was very handsome and he never failed to make you laugh, whether he meant to or not. It was very clear to everyone that you two had feelings for each other, but neither of you acted upon them.
You knew Yeonjun was just naturally flirty, so you didn’t think to much about, plus you never thought he would like you more than a friend anyway.
One day you were coming back from running an errand for the company, when you heard music coming from one of the practice rooms. You were curious to whom was in there, so you walked towards the music, and noticed that Yeonjun was practicing by himself. He was working so hard, he was so focused on his movements, and he was drenched in sweat. You decided to go to one of the vending machines to get him something cold to drink and knocked on the door before entering.
He turned around and his face light up when he saw you were the one who knocked. “What up, y/n?”
You walked towards him and held out the cold water bottle you had just bought. “Nothing much. Thought you’d want something cold to drink.”
“Ahh thank you!” He said taking the bottle and instantly taking some large gulps. “I was literally dying.”
“Yeah you did look really hot.” You said nodding you head.
“Oho? Did I now?” He asked smirking.
“Temperature wise, stupid.” You said rolling your eyes.
“So you don’t think I’m hot?”
“I never said that.” You said shrugging walking over to lean on the wall. “Anyway, you know your attractive so I don’t really need to say it, do I?”
Yeonjun smiled at you. He liked when you would flirted back with him. It gave him the confidence to see how far he could take things.
“Anyway, why you are practicing along?”
“Just trying to improve my skills.”
“Your dancing skills are already quite impressive.” You said. “You always look very cool.”
“Do you like my moves?” He asked coming towards you.
“Of course. I can’t seem to take my eyes off you when you dance.”
“Do you want to see the other moves I have?”
“You have other moves?” You asked confused. “Yeah sure, show me.”
He smirked and looked at you. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah?”
Yeonjun places his hands on the wall of either side you, boxing you in, making you confused on what he was doing. Your heart always started to race by the sudden action.
“U-Um what are you doing?”
“About to show you my moves. But I’ll ask again. Do you want me to show you my moved?”
This time you understood what he meant by movesand you felt flustered. You realized that the flirting between you two wasn’t just him being him, he was actually flirting with you, and your brain was trying to process that. He looked at you, waiting patiently for a response, he wasn’t going to do anything if you didn’t want it.
Your face was hot and you closed your eyes before nodded your head to let him know you wanted him to do what he had planned.
In the next moment you felt his lips on yours, he gave you a soft and gentle kiss at first, and you melted. You kissed him back and brought your arms up to wrapped them around his neck and his placed his hands on your hips, deepening the kiss, which turned into a make out session.
You two were both so absorbed in kissing that you didn’t realize someone else had entered the room until you heard a loud gasp. You both broke apart and saw Huening Kai and Taehyun standing in the door way looking shocked and disgusted.
“I thought you were practicing, Hyung.” Huening Kai. “We even brought you food.”
“This is a PRACTICE room not a KISSING room.” Taehyun said shaking his head. “So unprofessional. Come on Kai, let’s eat the food we bought. Hyung’s clearly devouring something already.”
You were blushing so hard and hid your face in your hands.
“Ya! Don’t you two have any manners?” Yeonjun shouted as he shooed them away.
He turned back to you after the others left, peeled your hands away from your face and placed a kiss on you cheek.
“Sorry, babe, but we’ll need a new make out spot from now on.”
“Omg, Yeonjun.” You said hitting his shoulder while letting out a laugh. “But also, “babe”?”
“Yeah, you’re my girlfriend now.. right? Unless you don’t like me and in that case call me confused.”
“What? No no. I like you and I want to be your girlfriend.”
He intertwined his hand with yours. “Good good. I know we did things out of order, kissed then confessed, but I’ll make up for it by taking you on the best date tomorrow, okay?”
“Okay.” You said smiling happily at your new boyfriend.
+ pairing: choi soobin x female reader + genre: fluff, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, college!au + warnings: mentions of food, let me know if i am missing something + word count: 1k + requested as part of my Drabble Event #2 + summary:After joining Soobin on the couch to watch a movie for one of his assignments, you didn’t expect to express your feelings for him, nor did you expect them to be reciprocated. + lia’s note: Hello, how are you? Ah, this is the last drabble for the second drabble event! I hope you enjoy reading it and that you enjoyed these drabbles as well! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts through an ask if you feel like it! As always, happy reading!
Your favourite part of the day was when you got home after spending your afternoon studying at the library. It was normal for you to get lost in the subjects you had at hand and you were often the last person to leave the library. Some of your friends considered it a bad habit - something that you should grow out of - but it was thanks to all of your efforts that you had good grades and remained top of your class.
When you got home, more often than not, everyone was already asleep or in their rooms cramming for their next exam, completely focused. You tended to have dinner by yourself - your roommates usually left a small box with some food for you - but you didn’t mind the small routine.
However, this evening, when you got to your apartment, someone was still awake.
After taking off your jacket and shoes, and placing your house keys near the entrance bowl, you made your way to the living room where the TV flickered blue and purple hues as an action scene played in high intensity through the speakers. When you peeked inside, Soobin was laying on his side on the couch with his eyes closed. His arm was hanging with a pen in his hand and a notebook was dropped under it.
You smiled to yourself and slowly made your way towards him, pondering whether you should wake him up, or cover him with a blanket for the time being. When you got closer to him, you sighed and squatted next to him so your eyes could be on the same level.
“Soobin,” you said softly as you patted his shoulder. “Soobin, wake up.”
He mumbled something under his breath but didn’t move. You glanced at the pen in between his fingers and chuckled at the erratic lines it had left on his notebook. You grabbed the notebook and read a couple of the notes he had written down. Soobin was analyzing the movie playing on the TV. Or, at least, that was his goal.
You carefully tried to remove the pen from his hand, doing your best to not disturb him from his sleep. However, your best efforts went to waste when he slowly blinked and opened his eyes, the sleepiness not fading from them.
“Hi,” you said, biting your lower lip.
“Hi,” he replied in a low voice, glancing over your features softly. “Did you get home just now?”
“Yes.” You nodded. There was something oddly comforting about being this close to him. You didn’t want to move away. “You were sleeping. I thought it’d be best to wake you up. Were you… analysing the movie for one of your classes?”
Soobin slowly glanced between the TV and your eyes, pondering which one he should focus on. As much as you wanted to look away, your eyes traced the soft pout on his lips as he rubbed his face, slowly sitting on the couch.
“I have to analyse this by tomorrow. And the movie is… long and boring. That’s why I fell asleep.” He smiled at you. “Thanks for waking me up, though.”
You nodded and after getting back to a standing position, you started to make your way out of the living room, ready to get yourself some food.
“Y/N?” You stopped and turned to face Soobin, smiling. He gulped and ruffled his hair, making it even messier than it already was. “Would you mind joining me? If you’re not too tired, that is…”
You wanted to tell him that you were never too tired to spend time with him. If anything, being with Soobin made you feel happier, lighter. Being in the comfort of his presence melted all of your worries away. You wondered if he felt the same way towards you. If you were bold enough, you would ask him about it, but you weren’t ready to expose your feelings for him. Not when your friendship was wonderful and something you cherished deeply.
“I’ll join you, yes.” You offered him a reassuring smile and gestured to the door behind you. “Let me just go grab something to eat and I’ll be right back!”
It didn’t take you long to join Soobin in the living room again. After preparing yourself a bowl of food and bringing some soda and snacks for you and Soobin, you sat next to him on the couch, keeping your attention on the movie playing on the TV.
Soobin was right, the movie was boring. He kept taking notes and asked you questions about it, checking up on you with a smile or by moving slightly closer to you. It was a simple gesture, but one that made you smile tremendously. Of course, you didn’t let it show to him.
As the movie went on, you leaned your head on his shoulder, grabbing popcorn from the bowl on your lap every once in a while, and extending some at him too. He always smiled at you softly afterwards, his eyes lingering on you before he focused his attention back on the movie.
Still, despite your best efforts to stay awake, your eyelids were growing heavier and you knew you wouldn’t last until the end of the movie.
“I think I’ll nap now.” You said, closing your eyes. “Wake me up when the movie is over, ok?”
Soobin’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you closer to him, making you snuggle on the crook of his neck, smiling softly to yourself.
“Why don’t you go to bed?” His voice was a kind whisper that brushed against your skin.
You shrugged softly and allowed your unfiltered thoughts to be expressed out loud. Being tired meant you had little to no filter, and in the safety of Soobin’s presence, no thought felt wrong to express.
“I like being like this with you,” you said. “It’s lovely.”
For a while, you thought Soobin hadn’t listened to your words. The sound of the movie took over your mind as you drifted into a soft sleep, Soobin’s warmth making you relax with each breath you took. It wasn’t until you felt a soft fabric brushing against your skin that Soobin’s voice rumbled next to your ear, making you smile.
“I like this too.” He kissed the top of your head, carefully fixing the blanket around your shoulders afterwards. “I like you a lot, actually.”
summary:you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
wc: <1000 , no warnings, just kind of angst bc rip the growing bond between beomgyu and star
A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts as you got up off of your couch to open the door. If you were to have any bad morals, you would’ve instantly shut the door in their face had the person not been your mother. You could already feel it in the pit of your stomach that she was only here for no good, but nevertheless you let her in as if you had a say in what she was truly here for, watching as she strode along to the middle of your living room with a look of intent written on her face.
“Did you do it yet?”
Those five words alone made you want to throw yourself across the room, almost tearing up at her wanting for you to break your soulmate bond with your supposed other half. However, the words cannot form on your tongue at this very moment as her eyes were shooting daggers of glares in your direction, sending chills up your spine as you wanted to know why she had wanted for you to break yours so badly.
“Mom, I-”
“That boy will be nothing but trouble for you, Y/N, and you need to stop yourself before you even find out,” She says, walking over to where you were still standing by your front door just seconds until she had grabbed your wrist into her hands.
“This mark will be the best blessing, but also the worst curse of your life.”
She shows you a newly formed tattoo on your ring finger that you had yet to notice these last few weeks, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion as to when it had gotten there? Was it present due to the fact that you haven’t been able to dream of your soulmate for weeks now? Your stomach churns at the sight of it, wondering what this had meant on your end about who your soulmate was until you locked eyes with her.
“So you want me to get the tattoo removed, and possibly harm whoever is on the other side of mine?” You slowly say, as if you were talking to a child, just as she tightens her grip that was on your wrist before releasing it to leave without whispering her last words to you.
The moment that the door shuts behind you is when tears start streaming down your face unknowingly, making your heart feel heavier in your chest as you stare at the tattoo on your finger. There was a small outline of a star on your finger, and you think that it was mainly there because of the fact that people had often called you star. However, the tattoo itself seemed familiar as if you had seen it before, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion while hiccups left your lips.
Do it, before I have someone do it for you.
You hated how your mother was very controlling of your life, making you wonder why you hadn’t been emancipated yet. But besides that very thought invading your mind, you couldn’t help but think of where you had seen this tattoo before.
It wasn’t until you saw your phone screen light up to a text message from the boy next door, the same one that had slowly found his way into your heart with no intent of falling for you, with a question asking if you were okay. Your stomach churns at the sight of the text message, realizing why it had looked so familiar and your heart drops. There was no way that it could’ve been him… right?
And in a blink of an eye, all of the memories from your dreams come back to you as you finally connect the dots, sending a shiver down your back. You didn’t want to believe that Beomgyu had been the answer to every single dream that you had, but were you crazy enough to believe that the universe would make you go through two different bonds all for that one person?
Scarily enough, yes, and you had to get rid of it.
summary:you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
summary:you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
summary:you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
summary:you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
summary: you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
wc: <1000 | warnings: mentions about insomnia, argument with a parent
You felt as though everything had crumbled apart in front of you.
Just a while ago, your mother had just left your humble apartment as she decided that a surprise visit to your place was ideal because she was ‘right in the area’. Your heart was pounding in your chest while you stared at the blank wall in front of you, breathing labored as you were trying to process what had just happened throughout the duration that she was here.
You couldn’t really remember much, only remembering how you could only see red the entire time that she was here, listening to her ramble about how you were wasting your life away as if you weren’t in college at the moment. Everything was just a blur as you could recall arguing with her about the fact that you were fine without her, bringing up the fact that you had left the house ages ago for the reason that she was here, and it was just mushes of memories all piled into one singular argument.
“Star?”
The sound of a knock on the door, accompanied by a familiar voice makes you break out of your slight trance as your eyes widened at the fact that someone must’ve heard the whole thing. You forgot that your walls were thin, and the fact that it was Beomgyu who had been at the door made it even more embarrassing as you could feel your ears burning at the thought of it.
Scrambling to get off the floor, you get up to slowly open the door and slightly peek past it to see him awkwardly standing in front of you and you knew what he was thinking about. He had been at his place for the entirety of your argument with your mom, trying to sleep and possibly find his soulmate that he hasn’t seen in weeks when he could hear what had been going on next door.
He felt guilty for those times that he must’ve irritated you, making him want to come over and at least try to distract your mind so that he could at least distract himself from the fact that he was about to be borderline insomniac. With the fact that he hasn’t met his soulmate in a while, he was restless where he could’ve sworn that he was insomniac, but he didn’t want to test it and at least try to sleep for a bit; that was before he showed up at your front door with an awkward smile on his face.
“Do you want to get away for a while? I can drive us to the hill again and we don’t have to talk.” He offers, holding up his car keys with the opportunity for you to collect your thoughts without even talking to him.
It was really appealing for a moment.
“Do you want to just come in?”
Your offer caught him off guard, making him question why you were doing so when everything that had happened with your mother had just happened in the same place. He could never do that, and would rather find a getaway place as he stepped foot into your apartment that was almost parallel to his own, structure-wise. You hide back into your kitchen to grab him a glass of water as he found himself comfortable on your couch, but he couldn’t help but wonder what you might’ve been hiding behind your door with only your thoughts to yourself.
“Sorry that everything looks messy, I-”
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Star, it’s okay,” He interrupts you, making you nod in response as you sit on the other side of him with your thoughts occupying your mind.
“Are you okay though?”
He could tell that your mind was elsewhere, making him hesitantly reach out to hold your hand gently into his and you don’t pull away from the slight touch at all. Instead, you hold onto his hand and squeeze it lightly to assure him that you were still present to hear him, but you weren’t sure what to tell him considering the last time that you properly opened up to him was on the hill, where you were both more vulnerable.
Now you were in the comforts of your own home where you could kick him out at any given time right now, but you hold back against the idea. Maybe you did need some else’s presence to keep you grounded for a bit, before you could even be rational again.
“Do you want the truth, or do you want the sugar coated one that I tell everyone?” You joke slightly, but you see the serious look on his face, making you freeze up for a moment despite the fact that his hand was still in yours comfortingly.
“Whatever you’re more comfortable with, I’m here to listen.”
summary:you know who this person is, you think. you’ve seen him multiple times in your dreams and it’s been happening since the moment that you had turned 16. however, you have never put a name to a face at all considering you’ve only woken up to the memory of his soft hums. soulmates exist for a reason, right?
