#jjunie

maybe i just don’t know how to look or what to look for but like pinterest never seems to cooperate with me when i search for a certain theme

anyways now i don’t even know what theme to do

or if i should just stick to my current one and actually start writing

butttt i miss making graphics :<

pairing: yeonjun x gn! reader, established relationship

genre: fluff, SMUT!

synopsis: you're a waiter at a restaurant and your bf yeonjun comes to visit you. activities ensue.

warnings: bj, general smut warnings, switch! yj, not very well written smut, nothing too crazy

w/c: 1k+

an: first smut... hope y'all like it bc i liked writing it! feel free to jork it to this fanfic, love y'all LOL i have nothing else to say <333

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your feet were killing you and your breath wafting back from your mask is making you wish you could quit your job and run away. your boyfriend, yeonjun would’ve supported you, but you couldn’t find it in you to rely on him like that. you muster up the courage to crack your neck and stretch out your foot for a moment, before getting back to work. just as you look up, you see your co-worker, oscar, welcoming in someone with a black baseball cap similar to your uniform’s, and a mask. he was tall, and looked a lot like yeonjun. you tilted your head as your eyes followed the two men to a little table in the corner, and finally you could see his face. wait a minute, that is yeonjun! what is your idol boyfriend doing visiting your job? you have no one else to serve as of now, and you thought of just watching your pretty boy, before you realized that your co-worker, oscar, was throwing himself at your boyfriend. 

“brother eughh,” you mumbled to yourself, watching yeonjun scootching away from oscar’s hand on his bicep and awkwardly coughing. yeonjun eyed around the restaurant, eyes yearning for the sight of your familiar body. 

when he finally finds you, he darts his wide eyes to your coworker as he takes his order, “help me!” he pleads with only his eyes. 

you smirk at him from behind your mask, your eyes crinkling ever so slightly. yeonjun almost melts at the sight. his little smile behind his mask falls when you shrug and take a lollipop from behind the counter, popping it into your mouth and looking away in faux obliviousness. 

to be honest, all yeonjun could think about was your lips. how they glistened with saliva and melted lollipop, the light from the windows making their gloss even shiner. how he’d love to force you onto your knees after teasing him like this, force his cock into your mouth and watch your lips suck on something meaningful. he’d grab your face harshly, fingers digging into the back of your head as he- 

“all right sir, your drinks will be out in just a second.” oh. right. 

yeonjun nods and as soon as oscar has left his vicinity, you walk up to him. he rolls his eyes at you, turning his back to you in faux anger. 

“thanks for your help back there, y/n.” he says angrily. if he wasn’t your yeonjun, you would’ve actually been worried. well,  a flash of worry washed over you as he used your real name, not one of the pet names he grew to love. 

you pouted, “aww, not baby or angel? you must be really hurt!” you baby him. it’s something you’ve both grown to love. him being the oldest in his idol group leaves him with lots of friends, but not much room to be babied. with you, however, he melts into a copy of huening kai. you can see his cheek pull up into a small from the angle you have on the back of his mask. 

he stays stubborn, and you grow frustrated. “yeonjun-ahhhh!!! you’re so stubborn!!” you whine out, stomping your foot lightly. 

he turns back to your, mask stretching to accomodate his jaw dropping. “aish! you talk to all your customers like that?” 

you look around, making sure no one can see you two, “only the ones i’m in love with,” you reply cheekily. yeonjun smiles, reaching up and slowly pulling his mask down as you lean closer to his lips. your gaze never leaves his plump lips, his staring into your eyes lovingly. he reaches a hand up, taking off your cap and placing it on the table before cupping your cheek. your lips slot together like two tetris blocks made for one another. he swipes his tongue across your lip, tasting the sweet cherry lollipop that had graced your mouth behind hand. he moans softly against you, before you hear footsteps behind you. 

you go to pull away as you hear oscar behind you, “y/n?” he asks, confused. yeonjun does let you pull away, smiling against your lips as you hit his chest softly, getting in a few more sucks on your plump lips before finally freeing you. you don’t face oscar, only bowing your head to look at the wood graining on the table as heat engulfs your face. 

“so… those are our specials!” you say, turning on your heel and walking away. 

once again, you’ve left your boyfriend with a hard-on and dreaming of your lips. 

soon after, yeonjun is fed his food from a newly silent oscar. after he finishes his meal, he leaves oscar a hefty tip and makes his way up to your little podium. 

“i’ll be waiting in the car, yeah?” he says softly. you find it endearing that he tries to not embarass you further. he reaches his hand to stroke the back of yours with his thumb, a silent apology, but not without a cheeky smile hehind his mask. you nod. he mutters, “love you,” before heading out the door. 

the rest of your shift is undeniably awkward. oscar is angry you’ve “stolen” his man, and you can’t stop thinking of the idol whos madly in love with you waiting in his fancy car. when the clock striked ten pm, you couldn’t have bolted outside faster. you walked up to yeonjuns black nissan gt-r, peering inside to find him softly palming his erection through his sweatpants, looking at pictures of you. you giggle to yourself. 

you go to the side where he is sitting and softly knock, causing him to jump and try to hide his previous actions. when he sees your familiar face, his shoulders slump out of relief.

“you’re being so mean today!” he whines as he opens his door.

“am i?” you mutter, climbing to kneel in front of his feet. he closes the door, looking down at you with a smirk. you press a kiss to the side of his knee. 

slowly, you kiss higher and higher, before sliding past yeonjuns erection to his other leg. he rolls his eyes, he tapped his foot before grabbing your jaw in one hand. 

“brat.” he says through his teeth, lips his hips up and pulling his sweatpants and boxers down with one hand. he wraps his hand around his cock, tilting it forward and directing you to open your mouth with a thumb flicking your lip. 

you smile, “won’t you beg me first?” you ask, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

he grumbles, pulling your face closer to his cock, and biting his lips when you refuse. 

“fine. please, please suck my cock baby.” he begs monotonely.

“thats the best you can do?” you ask, replacing his hand on his cock but remaining still.

“for fucks- please baby! it’d make me so happy, i promise.” as he spoke, he fell deeper into the submissive boy you loved to play with. “you wanna make me happy, yeah? please, angel, suck your baby’s cock,” he whines out, voice cracking and blown out eyes tearing up. you silently open his mouth and take his tip between your lips. your tongue flicks against his opening, picking up his precum and he moans lewdly, bucking his hips softly. “oh, fuck, yeah, just like that. soooooo good for me baby,” he groans in a high pitched tone as he throws his head back, arm reaching up to clutch the headrest. you looked up for a moment, taking in his sensual form and finally, you take a deep breath and force his entire dick into your mouth and throat. he is rendered silent at this, tongue almost hanging out of his mouth as he merely let out a soft breath. your nose just barely grazes his taut stomach. 

you moan against him, forcing him to reach to the center console with his freehand to dig his fingers into. “oh god… your mouth was made for my cock, wasn’t it? made just for me, only me.” he takes a few deep breaths as you begin to bob your head up and down, slobbering messily on his huge cock. “god… so fucking good,” he whines.

you keep going, faster and sucking harder as you feel him lose all sense of self. he begins to buck his hips into your mouth wildly. he ruins your rhythm countless times, but you can’t find it in you to tell him to stop.

“perfect fucking fleshlight… yeah, thats all you are,” he says mostly to himself kicking his feet forward onto the acceleration for more control. thank god the car is in park since he pushes his entire weight onto the pedals as he lifts his hips up and off the seat. you moan loudly, his balls slapping your chin lightly as his dick reaches new depths in your throat. “cumming! gonna- gonna fill your pretty mouth… you’ll swallow it all, i know you will…” he trails off deliriously, smiling to himself as his neck pulses from its pressure into the back of the seat. he moans devilishly as his dick convulses, shooting load after load into your mouth.

yeonjun only finds it in him to sit down and let you breathe once you let out a pitiful whine, tapping his thigh in a sign for help. when you’re freed from his cock, you finally are able to take a huge breath as slobber falls from your open lips. he leans forward onto his knees, staring down at you as if challenging you. you close your mouth and swallow all his dna whilst looking in his eyes, to which he smiles and kisses you softly as a reward.

“come,” he mutters, helping you up and into your spot as passenger. he reaches for the napkins in the glove box, cleaning his cock with a tissue before folding it over, cleaning your pretty face with the clean side. 

“did i do good?” you ask, slightly insecurely as he pulls his pants back onto his hips. you always wondered what the sex felt like for him, and despite how much he craved you, you never understood how insatiable he was for your touch, and your touch only. 

Pairing: Yeonjun x f.reader, Idol!Yeonjun x Creative Director!YN

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Office Romance 

WC: 1.8k

Summary: From not being able to stand each other to “Do you wanna eat ramen with me?”. Here's how Yeonjun gets over his mistrust of you- the outsider in his team who suddenly shows up during the 0x1=Lovesong era and how you win the way to his heart, through your common love for food, namely- spicy ramen. 

A/N- Can be read as a one shot but I will be continuing more drabbles in this universe, album by album. Next one can be found here- Sugar Rush Ride 🌊🌙⭐️

Y/N's POV

Ever since I’d begun working at Hybe, I’d say I’d done a fairly good job at adjusting to a new country, language and industry. Having worked for bollywood and the western music industry, it was surely something different than what I was used to but being a K-pop fan had its perks- I’d been living, breathing and consuming the K-pop scene since the 2nd gen, long before I’d decided to enter the field. I’d been with Hybe America since 2019, but I was brought to Korea just before the official rebranding of Bighit to Hybe in 2021. I was here under Bang Sihyuk’s watchful eye, as a creative director for their boy group- TXT.

They had already had a successful debut, with BTS as their mentors and the backing of the Hybe’s new cash flow, still keeping with their roots as a Bighit trained group. But the members were growing up and the group needed to find its sound- so far anything they’d done was nothing like the other- between Crown to Runaway to Blue Hour. But something that had captured me was their ability to bottle the bridge between light and dark, youthfulness but with nostalgia, to nailing the ability to pull off a grander than life atmosphere. And as they were growing up, they had to experiment further- from the uniqueness of Cat and Dog to the dreamy sadness of Ghosting, it was time to switch things up further.

They outshined in songs like Eternally, something that I don’t think any other group was capable of, they did everything in one song- high stakes emotions, magic, escapism, coming of age and catching you off guard. And this time, I was ready to take that a step further- my vision for their next title track was British rock inspired, with a pop punk sound carrying it through. It was a risk but one I felt was worth taking and somehow Bang PD-nim believed in me to do that and so here I was.

Just because he wanted me here didn’t mean the others did, I had not been here since debut, I was being thrust into their team 2 years post debut. At a time when they would either fly or crash, when the inevitability of COVID and BTS’ looming enlistment clouded over, it was a ride or die type of situation. So why would they trust an outsider to lead them through? They had no choice but to work with me but to earn their trust, I knew I had to prove myself.

I earned my merit with the staff with my work ethic, showing up earlier than everyone- leaving later than the rest, if there’s anything we Asians responded to across borders- it was hard work. With the boys, it was food. On my first day I brought home cooked Indian delicacies, as they said back home- the way to make a man happy was through his stomach and I’d followed enough of their T Time videos to know they were foodies. And everyone responded well, except one- the eldest. Yeonjun was the one I expected to open up but didn’t. He was the best cook, the biggest foodie and yet he was the one giving me the silent treatment as his barely touched plate of food lay in front of him. I was insulted, no matter how much you hate me, don’t take it out on the food, am I right? But I didn’t want to create a fuss on day 1 so I let it go.

Over time, I bonded with the boys, one by one- with Soobin l bonded over Kara and other K-pop groups, sharing my own journey with K-pop fangirling, with Taehyun over football even as we supported rival teams, with Beomgyu it was me appreciating his guitar skills and his deep voice, admitting that he was my bias before I joined the company, same as BTS’ Taehyung who was my other bias and with Kai, it was bonding over not having lived in Korea and having shifted countries our whole life. Everyone but Yeonjun had developed a rapport with me by now that went beyond just work.

Yeonjun played his part, the polite smiles and making small talk but never more. And when it came to work, he gave it his all- it was as if the distance between us disappeared and his love for his craft trumped his dislike for me. I saw glimpses of the real him but it barely ever stayed. I saw a sliver of his respect when he said he loved the song better than any title track they’d done so far, or his shock when I ended up giggling to his little wiggle in the middle of the Lovesong MV, his puzzlement when I brought towels for everyone when they were wet and freezing- even though it was way below my pay grade to do so and gave a pep talk to the boys as they did their nth retake for the day- clearly exhausted but I complimented each one of them- Soobin’s leadership, Beomgyu’s expressions, Kai’s maturity, Taehyun’s vocals and his own dancing and all their visuals.

We’d finally finished the shoot for the music video and many of the staff kept trickling in to give their compliments, they had high hopes for this comeback- they couldn't believe what we’d pulled off. It was as if finally, I was not being just tolerated or accepted but even loved for what I brought to the team. For the first time, I didn’t have to speak perfect Korean, soften my voice and appearance or people please my way to their approval - my work finally spoke for itself. And I finally felt like I belonged on this team and I couldn’t let them down, so I stayed at the studio, going way more over time than was ideal. I sat at my desk, poring over every little detail of the MV while my eyes dried up, my temples throbbed, and my body felt like lead. I massaged my neck and winced at the knot in my shoulders, my eyes still straining at the screen despite the blurriness starting to creep in when I was startled by the closing of my laptop causing me to blink for the first time in too long. I looked up to see Yeonjun looking squarely at me and I tried to protest. But he lifted my laptop out of reach with his 6 ft frame, no comparison for my 5ft one as I begged for him to return it.

He passed me a bottle of water wordlessly instead and I quietly drank it in relief, only then realizing how parched I’d been all along. Before I could thank him, he was gone, and it was then that I realized that there was no one left, everyone had gone home and it was way beyond midnight. Technically, he shouldn’t be here either so why was he? As if to answer me, he returned with two cups of instant ramen, one for both of us and gestured at me to eat. Ramen was my weakness, it was my favorite dish growing up and I’d never gotten over it so I didn’t need a second nudge to devour the noodles in one go. To my awe, it was seeing me lick the last bite of ramen soup that made him finally crack into a smile as he said, “I thought that was going to be more difficult but I’m glad it wasn’t.” “You’re not the only one with a love for spicy ramen, I couldn’t say no if I tried.” I replied back, smiling. “Very few people can handle the 3x spice flavor without looking like a puffer fish, I’m impressed.” he said teasingly while I responded, “High five to you too for making it through without chugging any water.” I absentmindedly raised my hand for a five, which I was certain he’d ignore but he actually didn’t, catching me off guard. I realized this was the first semi-normal conversation I’d ever had with Choi Yeonjun, which was not about work nor the members nor forced small talk.

“Thank you, for all of this. You didn’t have too…” I started to say but he cut me off, “Actually, I did. You’ve done a brilliant job, the entire shoot- we wouldn’t be here if not for you. From your vision for this CB to the way you’ve been taking care of the members, I see it. Not just today, from day 1. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you- you were too nice for an outsider. I didn’t know what to make of it, I’m too protective of the team- as the eldest, I have to be. It’s not easy being expected to follow in the footsteps of BTS sunbaenims, it’s a burden none of us want to bear. And then you came in- too kind, too loud, too hardworking, too much… but I realized I was averse to you because you’re just like me. You care too much, not just about the job or the company, about us- TXT. I should’ve seen it sooner, I’m sorry- this is my peace offering, I hope we can start afresh.”

“I was wrong about you too. I was intimidated by you- Bighit’s legendary trainee- I felt like an imposter in front of you. Like I had to prove myself to you, until I did I wasn’t good enough to belong here. And I took it personally, even when all you were doing was being yourself. You didn’t eat my homecooked meal on day 1 and it was only recently that I realized you were on a diet then and that’s one of many misunderstandings I had about you. I thought you were too hyped by the company, by the fans- until I saw you behind the scenes. From recording guides to working extra hard to teach the choreo to others to gifting everyone and brightening up any room you walk into with your silly antics. I saw you, and I saw myself too. Too passionate, too real but in the best way possible. I thought I could resist you but no, Moa are right- you’re the 4th gen IT boy and there’s no one better. So yeah, can today be day 1 instead?” I bit my lip and said, as I tentatively, extended my hand and he not only shook it but did an elaborate handshake, making me laugh out loud. “I’m too sleepy for this nonsense, we better call it a night.” I exclaimed and he smirked as he retorted, “It’s not nonsense, you’re just bad at it. You gotta learn to keep up, manager-nim.” I rolled my eyes and he shrugged in an obvious matter of fact way as we both left the studio together- a soft blush on my cheeks, a wide grin on his. And that’s when I knew, even as my bones creaked in fatigue, today had been my best day in Korea so far- I had finally made it.

♡ - smut ✦ - suggestive ࣪ ִֶָ☾. - angst ౨ৎ - fluff 

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