#sub!yeonjun

“come on, just come with me after this. I don’t wanna go alone.” Your friend, yoon, nudges you, not so discreetly chatting to you once you’re nearing the end of your two hour lecture.

Your eyes flicker from the board, which you’re still trying to concentrate on, but also, your attention is wearing thin and you’re waiting until the painfully slow last few seconds go by and it finally ends. “I don’t get it. Is this some kind of society?” You whisper back to her.

“Kinda…yeah, it’s a host club-” You don’t hear the rest of what she says, everyone starts chaotically packing up their laptops and notes, abruptly leaving the lecture hall once it ends and flooding the exits with traffic.

You do the same, and so does yoon. Once you’re out in the hallway and away from the trampling stampede, she begins animatedly trying to sell the idea to you again.

“I went to that badminton taster session for you because you wanted to go! And I got hit in the face with a racket, so that means you totally have to come with me this time.”

You sigh inconveniently, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. You supposed you could go to it for her, you were free the rest of the evening. “Fine, what’s it actually about again?”

She rubs at the back of her neck, pausing, looking sheepish and surprisingly hesitant for a second. Your eyebrow raises at this.

“You really don’t know? Surely you must have heard of it? It’s really popular.”

You shrug your shoulders, very intrigued. “No.”

“What rock are you living under...” Yoon exasperatedly mumbles, “Well…you know like, a normal host club? Where males entertain people with like, alcohol and pretend to be like, their boyfriends? Well….we have one. At the university. Except, it’s more like a tea-and-conversation, flirting, with the five most handsome and richest students here.”

You stop walking. She stops walking. Someone behind you nearly bumps into both your backs, giving you both an irritated glare as they walk past. You study her face, but she’s looking at you with complete sincerity. “Oh my god. You’re serious.” You start walking again, faster this time, shaking your head. “You rich people are bizarre.”

When you’d joined the university on a scholarship, you had come to find out just how terrible and outlandish these nepotism children really were firsthand. They operated on an entirely different plane of existence. This manages to top the cake though. They really do fuckall with their time, anything but actually studying. It’s not like it really matters though, they’ll still become heirs of multi-million pound companies anyway.

“It’s not as bad as it sounds. Truly!” Yoon insists, jogging to match your pace.

“How is this allowed?”

Yoon shrugs. “The creator’s family is like, the main funder of the university.”

You’re not surprised. “Of course.” You tighten your hold on the strap of your bag. “So, these people are whoring themselves out basically?” How is this ethical?

“Come on, it’s harmless and fun! It’s Furry Friday!”

“Furry…what?” You try to blink yourself awake, staring off into the end of the hallway, dissociated. Why do you even bother anymore?

“Yeah, and there’s Maid Monday too…it’s just like a cool events cafe. There’s themes. It’s cute!”

“So, do these people sleep with their guests too?” You joke, casting a sideways glance at your friend, giving up with the actual questioning of the existence of this club at a prestigious university.

Yoon looks to her left and right, covering her mouth with her hand and whispers. “Ssh. That’s more of an underground thing. They’re very selective about it and it’s superrr expensive.”

Your face drops. “What?” This is not right. You drag a hand down your face, sighing heavily. “You really want me to go to this with you?”

Your friend nods her head enthusiastically, clasping her hands together. “Please. I need to get over my last scarring situationship.”

You give your friend a pointed look. “Didn’t she like, borrow £700 off you and you never saw her again? There’s not much to get over.”

Yoon grimaces as if she’s living through it all again, not wanting the reminder. “Yes, she had some gambling issues. But, she was so perfect other than that.” Yoon sighs wistfully. “Come on, I paid for both our entry fees already. Food’s included.”

Your ears perk up at that, staring at your friend who now has a sneaky little smile creeping up on her face, knowing she’s already won. You pause. Food is included? You wouldn’t pass up on free food…Damn that your friend knows you well. You huff resignedly. “Okay…I’ll go with you.”

Yoon squeals, bringing your hands to hers and jumping up and down aggressively. “Thanks!You’re the best.”

Now, you stand in the endless queue of other students waiting to get into the club, a snake of a line going right to the end of the corridor and around the corner. It really must be popular. How had you never heard of it before? There’s a permanent sign on the door reading ‘TXT HOST CLUB’. They even have their own personal room at the university? Even from outside, you can already hear loud squealing and high pitched screams at whatever is going on in the room.

Finally, eventually, it comes to both your turns, reaching the front. Yoon shows some ticket online and you’re allowed in, the big gilded doors opening, and you’re momentarily blinded by a sudden light.

You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting, but it’s definitely not this; five guys in animal ears and paws, dancing to some girl group song on a raised platform. The spacious room is all pink with even pink marbled floor, fancy chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and ribbons and streamers decorating the walls and pillars. There’s cardboard cutouts of the members all around the room in absurd outfits, vampires, maids, fairies, princes, sanrio, mermaids, knights, traditional clothing, and more.

You’re escorted onto a free table with Yoon. Even the tables are decorated so lovely with floral lace cloth and a vase of flowers in the middle. There’s tiered cake stands with the yummiest looking sandwiches, cakes, pastries, tarts, and macarons. Laid too, are expensive-looking intricate painted tea sets and teapots. Maybe, perhaps, you could get behind this for the food.

Yoon doesn’t pay attention to anything on the table though, she’s too busy watching the performance, entirely enamoured and delighted by it, clapping and cheering them on.

“Oh, wow…” You watch it too, in disbelief, still trying to process your surroundings. All of this feels like a complete, bizarre, fever dream, but you have to admit, they were surprisingly pretty good at dancing, synchronisation quite insane for a bunch of random pompous dudes.

“I should introduce you to them all!” Yoon shouts over the music, excitedly pointing at one on the far right. “That’s taehyun! He’s super smart and stoic,” then she moves her pointed finger to the left each time, “that’s Kai he’s super sweet and cute! Oh-and that’s beomgyu he’s super emo and plays guitar, that’s soobin he’s a sweet posh boy and the president, and that’s…” Yoon sighs dreamily at the man on the far left, clasping her hands together, “that’s Choi Yeonjun. The It boy. He’s my fav. He’s such a prince.” She swoons. The poor descriptions weren’t all that insightful to you, to be honest.

Their performance ends with claps and screams, and then, you can finally tuck into the foods on the table, trying every single different assortment of pastries. The hosts had stepped off the platform, coming to the guests and their tables, speaking and chatting to them, the music lowered to soft ambient jazz. You can hear giggling… and barks and meows, and the strange things some guests are requesting for.

“Kai! Do a bark, do a bark!”

“Woof, woof!”

“Soobin, can you say that I’m your owner?”

“Beomgyu, I wanna be your pet!”

“I just wanna be your dog!”

You may have lost your appetite a little. But you try for it not to deter you.

One second, you’re looking down, scoffing the sandwiches on your plate, then you’re looking back up and you’re suddenly surrounded by the five men out of nowhere, looming over your table. You’re terrified, freezing mid-bite. Yeonjun, who you’d recognised as yoon’s favourite, comes to smoothly kiss her hand.

“Ah,” he sighs, “My lovely Yoon. Our loyal guest, will you be requesting for me again?”

Your friend is blushing and giggling, looking moments away from fainting. You raise a brow, gulping down the food in your mouth, turning your head her way with furrowed brows. “Again? I thought you’d never been here before. You didn’t want to come alone?”

Yoon coughs, embarrassed “Uhhm. Ahem. I never said I hadn’t been here before. Simply just wanted your company this time…”

You shake your head, finishing the rest of your sandwich, still feeling self conscious at the men still by your table. When were they going to leave?

“Ooh we’ve got a new guest, guys!” One of them says, noticing you, you think his name is Kai. The others lean in curiously at you, zeroing in. You feel like an animal at a zoo. This is very odd. Especially since they’re the ones still wearing pet ears and furry gloves.

Yeonjun theatrically reaches for your hand, kissing the back of yours too, grinning and winking. “Pleasure to meet you, beautiful being. I’m yeonjun. Choi yeonjun. What’s your name, pretty?”

“They look frightened…” Taehyun whispers to kai.

The rest of them introduce themselves, shaking your hand like a normal person.

Once you’re done with shoving the last bit of your sandwich down, you quickly dab around your mouth with a napkin and you abruptly rise from your seat, standing up, ready to leave. Your time here is more than done, and you so desperately want to get away from this uncomfortableness. “Well! Lovely to meet you all. Must get going haha...”

“Wait! You haven’t chosen a favourite yet!” Yeonjun stops you.

“Everyone picks one.” Beomgyu, the one with multiple facial piercings says with his hands in his pockets.

“Usually under twenty seconds.” Taehyun adds, checking his extravagant watch that probably costs more than your tuition fees. “The average is 17.83 seconds.”

“Yeah. Which one of us is the most handsome?” Soobin pushes the glasses he’s wearing gently up his nose bridge, tilting his head at you.

They all come even closer to you simultaneously, crowding you, staring at you intensely and expectantly, awaiting your answer. All of their jaws are raised up, sweeping hands through their hairs confidently, and posing for you, doing weird expressions with their faces as if they were in some modelling photoshoot.

“Um…I wouldn’t know.” They’re all very good looking. How were you supposed to choose just one? And how would you have a favourite already?

Taehyun crosses his arms. “You don’t know?”

“Just choose one! Come on!” Kai urges you, jumping on the spot.

“Yeah.” They all start saying and agreeing together, growing impatient and slightly agitated, wanting you to choose one of them already.

So, you try again, staring at each of their faces individually, trying to be pragmatic about it so you can finally get out of here. First, you analyse yeonjun, silky blonde hair, fox-like sharp eyes, piercings all on his ears. Then soobin, soft black hair, glasses, a bunny like nose and mouth, wearing a cute sweater vest. Then beomgyu, brown shaggy messy wolfcut, soft brown eyes, but dark thick eyebrows with a piercing on one of them, a dermal piercing, and lip rings too. Then at kai, fluffy white hair, angelic features overall and a pretty nose, holding a stuffed plush penguin toy in his hand. And finally, at taehyun, big round eyes, high cheekbones and a chiselled face, wearing a whole ass corporate suit for some reason.

“I really don’t know!”

“You have to. Gun to your head. Three—” Beomgyu raises three fingers.

“TWO.” All five of them start to join in, shouting in unison.

“Why are we counting?!”

“ONE.”

“ZER—”

The counting down, for some reason, and the fact that five absurdly attractive, very tall men are still crowded around you and shouting, makes you panic and stress and you feel very under pressure.

“Okay, okay! Oh-umm!-uh-Yeonjun!” You blurt out frantically. You don’t know why you say that name, you just choose the most memorable one to get them off your back.

There’s silence and the others recoil dramatically, betrayed, and they give you such disgusted looks.

“Terrible taste.” Taehyun clicks his tongue. The others are shaking their heads at you.

Meanwhile, yeonjun looks moments away from ascending, “I knew it!” Yeonjun’s eyes are practically shining, grabbing your shoulders excitedly, ecstatic and smug and violently shaking you. He runs a hand through his blonde hair once more, sighing out at himself as if he were in some sort of shampoo advertisement. “I knew you’d pick me.” He punches your arm playfully.

“Ow…” You rub at your arm to soothe it, it actually hurts. He punched you pretty hard. He looks like he’s about to hit you again in excitement, you back away as far as you can, taking a few steps back, fearfully.

You bump into something behind you. It wobbles. And that’s when you hear something smash so distinctly loud and hard onto the pink marble floor, exploding. Hesitantly, you slowly, dreadfully, turn around, thinking you already know what might have happened.

You had caused a very expensive looking sculpture of the five boys with roses in each their hands, to collapse straight onto the ground and smash into millions of smithereens, thousands of tiny little pieces scattered across and flying everywhere.

Everyone in the room turns their heads at the dissonant sound, gasping, teacups freezing halfway to their lips. You stare at the scene completely mortified. You can feel your soul departing your body, mentally already digging your grave to lie in. You could literally cry.

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun runs and drops straight down to his knees at the death of the artwork. “Our most expensive sculpture, all the way from Italy! Custom made from the renowned artist Angelo Pasquarelli, he passed away recently! This was the last remaining piece of art he ever made!”

Well, that doesn’t serve to make you feel any better. At all. You don’t even know what to do. You don’t have any parents that can pay this for you. You can’t even begin to imagine how much it actually costs and how you’ll ever be able to repay it, and how much debt you’ll be in now. “I’m so sorry! Oh my-I’m so, so, so sorry! I don’t know-i wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You can feel how ironic this is. You came here for the free food, now you’re massively in debt somehow.

Taehyun, the treasurer of the club, comes to crouch down beside yeonjun, staring at the remnants with visible pain and anguish too. “This was supposed to be an art investment for the club…I told you we shouldn’t have kept it out here in the open.” He murmurs sharply to yeonjun.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to pay for this.” You admit. “I’m literally only here on a scholarship. Is there any other way I can help? I’ll do anything. Anything at all.”

“Hm. You can’t afford to repay for the damage?” Soobin raises a brow at you, thinking. He pulls the rest of the boys into a huddle. You hear intense whispering as they deliberate your fate.

Yoon panics for you, stepping in. “It’s going to be okay!” She reassures you, feeling slightly guilty as she was the one who brought you here when you hadn’t particularly wanted to in the first place. “I’ll try and pay for some of it for you!”

“No, that’s alright. They won’t have to pay for any of it. No one has to.” Soobin speaks up, all of them finally pulling apart.

You feel so relieved, clasping a hand to your heart that had minutes before giving out entirely. “Oh. Oh my god. Thank you, thank you-”

“You’ll repay us in another way.” Soobin thoughtfully explains. “Next week, the host club is holding a special events week.”

“For the first time ever,” Kai interrupts excitedly, “each host gets their own solo event where we can do whatever we want!”

Soobin nods. “Yes, we’ve never done events purely by ourselves before and we’ll need additional assistance.”

“You,” yeonjun says, flamboyantly pointing directly at you, “are going to become our assistant!”

“Monday to Friday,” Soobin confirms. “One host per day. You’ll help organise events, carry things, run errands, and deal with guests. You’ll work off your debt to the host club.”

“Just five days? That’s it?” That didn’t seem too bad at all, it’s an alarmingly good deal. You were expecting something significantly worse. How hard can it be? Only working five days to pay off the debt for a supposedly very valuable and rare sculpture? You can definitely do that. “Alright. I’ll do it.” You shake soobin’s hand, determined than ever.

“Yayy! Yippeee!” All five of the boys start clapping and cheering delightfully at you. You don’t know why they’re so happy.

“And guess what?” Yeonjun grins gleefully. “My event is the first one.” He takes your arm in his, interlocking and hooking your arms, and then completely drags you away. You throw one last pleading look at yoon through the gilded doors in case it’s the last time you ever see your dear friend again.

But she just giggles at you, calling out. “You’ll be fine. It will be fun!” She cheerfully waves at you being hauled out of the host club room.

“Woah.”

You stand in the doorway of yeonjun’s sleek studio apartment in awe, which hardly looks anything like student accommodation. You wander further inside, taking it all in. It is massive, everything down to the furniture and interior looking way too luxurious, with a fancy kitchen, living room, a big en-suite bathroom, and a walk in closet filled with designer clothes. That doesn’t seem to be enough though since there’s clothing racks near the windows too with garments, a mannequin, framed fashion sketches and artwork pinned on a wall, designer magazines stacked on a unique-looking coffee table.

It’s Buckingham Palace compared to your place. Your student accommodation was one tiny shoe box room, a shared bathroom and kitchen. But you had chosen the very cheapest you could afford.

“Do you like it? It’s a bit small. My bedroom is bigger than this in my mansion, but this is still cool and cosy.” Yeonjun stands in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city skyline. He looked genuinely apologetic about it too.

“Mansion…” You shouldn’t be so surprised by now, so many people you have met at the university do live in them, but it still manages to shock you a little no matter how many times you hear it casually mentioned.

Yeonjun turns around excitedly. “Hey, maybe we can go to my house after this and I can show you! Get you to meet my parents already, ay?” Yeonjun winks at you. “It’s just a five minute walk!”

“A five minute walk?” You gawk incredulously, “If your house is so close to campus, why would you ever waste money getting student accommodation?” It fills you more with slight disgust at the wastefulness rather than jealousy.

Yeonjun huffs. “My parents said the same thing. But I wanted to have that uni experience, you know? Plus, I needed to be more independent. It’s a good thing. That student lifestyle, it’s pretty hard sometimes.”

“So…you've achieved this student lifestyle by moving five minutes away from your mansion into a luxury apartment?” Wow, this is certainly going on the list of out of touch things you’ve heard students say.

“Yep!” The confidence with which he answers is quite commendable.

“Oh, okay, so you’re paying for it yourself?” You don’t mean to pry, you’re just genuinely trying to understand a bit.

“No…my parents pay for it.”

You nod. “Right.”

“Oh! Would you like anything to drink or eat by the way?” Yeonjun politely offers you.

“Just some water is good.”

He grabs two high-end bottled waters from his high-end fridge too and passes one to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Both of you come to plop yourselves on his sofa. “But you cook?” You ask him assumedly.

“I don’t know how. But my chefs come from the house every morning to make me meals. It’s lovely.” He obliviously beams at you, lounging comfortably against the cushions, one arm draped across the backrest.

You just nod along at this point, sipping on your water. You noted chef was plural, but you’re not sure where the independence is. “Well, anyways,”

He sits up right again, shifting closer to you, a bit too close. “Yes! Let’s plan my event.”

“So,” you say, “any ideas?”

“I already know what I want to do.” He seems very proud of this. “Fashion is my passion. Hey, that rhymes. Maybe I could be a poet too.”

“Sure.” You say tiredly, waiting for him to tell you what he’s got planned.

“Flirty Fashion Workshop.” He stares back at you expectantly, smirking like he was expecting some sort of praise for this.

Your face scrunches up. “What the hell is a ‘Flirty Fashion Workshop’?”

Enthusiastically, yeonjun explains. “They’re sewing, I’m showing them how to use the sewing machine like this-” he leans into you, placing his hands over yours as if he were showing you how to work some phantom sewing machine, feeling his breath on your neck as he guides your hands.

“Okay, I didn’t need a personal demonstration on it.” You swat his arms away.

Yeonjun shrugs but winks cheekily at you once again. “Your loss. People pay for this, y’know?” Undeterred, he continues to explain more of his idea, “I’ll make step-by-step, visual demonstrations on how to make basic articles of clothing and they can decorate it however they want with different fabrics and beads and embroidery and creativeness. I’ll come around, helping and flirting, of course. Then, once everyone is done, we’ll have a little fashion show where everyone can model and show off their work! Isn’t that so great?”

You can see the appeal for it, from what you saw earlier, you have no doubt it’ll work and keep guests very satisfied. It’ll probably be a huge success. You nod at him. “Hm. What we need first is all the equipment and materials for this then.”

Yeonjun nods too. “I’ll ask to borrow all the sewing machines from the fashion department. We just need lots of textiles and fabric, threads, scissors, pins, beads, buttons, decorative materials, and other things.”

“Where should we get all of that from?” You query.

“We’ll buy it, of course. Taehyun made a spending card for the club. Off to the city centre!”

“After you.” Yeonjun gentlemanly opens the car door for you, rushing out of his to come around unnecessarily for yours.

The walk to the city centre was just under twenty minutes, but he had insisted on his chauffeur driving you both there anyway.

Yeonjun leads you to a bustling street with independent craft & art shops and fabric markets. The energy is so totally different compared to the commercial, homogeneous high streets you’d passed on the way, it’s bright and welcoming and filled with such unique characters of shops.

First, you buy lots and lots of fabric as you’ll be needing a lot of those. He seems to really be in his element, ecstatically showing you and speaking words about materials and their compositions only someone studying fashion would know, making you touch and feel them all too.

All of the vendors even seemed to recognise him, happily greeting and conversing with him, faces lighting up whenever he walked in. Yeonjun is very chatty, talking to them all for a while. One elderly woman even abandoned a conversation halfway with another customer just to pull yeonjun in for a hug and squeeze his cheeks. He’s not just famous in the host club, you observed.

You’re trudging along countless heavy bags of materials you’ll need for the workshop by now, shoulders and arms aching, you and yeonjun exhausted, hours blurred and overloaded by endless textiles. But it was a little fun, there’s a certain beauty in watching a person be passionate about something, oddly fascinating to follow yeonjun along.

You make one final stop to buy packs of sequins, and finally, you have all the equipment you need. Both of you make a turn on a street, noticing a brightly coloured ice cream shop. All the shopping, conversing and carrying must have clearly gotten to yeonjun, he’s drawn to it instantly like a moth to a flame, trudging you along with him, allowing you little time to protest.

He’s staring at the menu in deep concentration, brows furrowed but practically salivating. “Could I have the largest tub with one scoop of tiramisu and one scoop of rose please?”

You take a little longer to decide what you’ll like, settling on the smallest tub (it’s cheaper), and ordering a scoop of strawberry cheesecake and chocolate. Before you’re about to put your own card down, yeonjun dramatically steps in, practically shoving you out of the way and slamming his own down instead. “No. It’s on me, of course. A prince never lets anyone else pay.” He puts one hand to his heart, closing his eyes like he was reciting something religious.

“Oh, thank you.”

The ice cream scooper seems more affected by the gesture than you are, completely swooning at yeonjun. “Wow, what a gentleman!”

Yeonjun giggles at the compliment. “Hehe. Thank you!”

“You’re such a handsome young man. Ah, young love. Go on, i’ll give you both an extra scoop.” They lean in over the counter, hushing.

Yeonjun gasps. “You’re so kind! Thank you so much.”

Yeonjun is giggling, the scooper is giggling back too. You’re affronted by the whole exchange. Is life just this easily kind to Choi Yeonjun? But, you say your thanks too, not complaining about more ice cream for free. Everyone seems to be absolutely smitten by this dude’s charms. Sure, he’s attractive and he’s got great social skills, but people act like he’s above human. Are they seeing something you don’t?

Eventually, you can sit down at the tables, dropping the bags to your feet. You’re in a much better mood after sitting down and once you’re eating the well deserved ice cream, the creaminess and flavour melting on your tongue, plus the fact yeonjun paid for it is a great bonus, both of you happily talking more about yeonjun’s event between spoonfuls.

“Wanna try my tiramisu flavour? Say ahhh.” Yeonjun brings his spoon to you in an attempt to feed you, a generous scoop of pale brown ice cream perched upon it.

You flat out refuse, instead, bringing your own spoon to take a swipe of his yourself. “Mm. It’s good.”

Yeonjun watches you continue to eat without offering your own. “I wanna try the strawberry cheesecake one too.” Yeonjun leans forwards, tasting yours without asking. He’d taken quite a large amount too. “Mmh! This is yummy! I must get this next time.”

“Hey, I never said you could try mine.”

“Let’s take pics of our date.” Yeonjun ignores your complaining, getting out his phone and taking a series of selfies with you.

You stop and stare at him across from you before you can take another spoon of ice cream. “It’s not a date.”

Yeonjun shrugs again, unbothered. “Did you know I have seventy percent request rate?People would pay a lot to go on an ice cream date with me.”

You set down your spoon in the tub, reminded of something you wanted to ask. You don’t get it. “Why would you make a host club when you don’t need any of the money?”

“I love entertaining people. It’s my thing. I’m good at it.” He’s not looking at you, his brows are furrowed as he tries to fish out the last bits of his rose ice cream from the edges. You’d noticed he furrowed his brows a lot when concentrating on something.

“Fair enough.” You nod in understanding, you can’t deny that. From today alone you’ve witnessed just how many people he can amuse. It seemed people easily gravitated towards choi yeonjun.

“But also I don’t have any siblings.” He pulls his full lips into a slight pout, brows further furrowed, “I always wanted one, so many of them actually. I kept begging but my parents didn’t want any more. And it got pretty lonely when they were overseas so often. I’ve always wondered what it felt like to have siblings. Now I’ve got them!”

It’s your turn to furrow your eyebrows. “By…making a host club?”

“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do. I personally sought out all the members myself. Now, they’re all like my four brothers! I cherish them and the club a lot. It’s very important to me. They’re my family.” Yeonjun warmly beams.

He has that glint in his eyes from earlier on when you were in the fabric markets, and like before you can’t bring yourself to actually hate on it, he’s clearly passionate and sincere about it, so you just hum in agreement.

“That’s actually…sorta nice, still bizarre though.”

Yeonjun grins. “Did that woo you?”

“No.”

You’re back in yeonjun’s studio apartment. It’s completely dark outside by now, the city skyline view from his big windows look different after the sun had set, now it’s all just lots of constellations of scattered lights. You sit on one end of yeonjun’s sofa in the living room with the warm glow of orange and amber lamps he’d put on instead of his main lights, playing low music in the background from his turntable, the ambience nice to focus in.

Yeonjun is on the opposite end of the sofa, a large sketch pad sitting on his lap as he draws out the step-by-step demonstrations for the simple garments, you can hear his constant scribbling from his pencil meeting paper too. You are on your laptop, currently focused on the duration and structure of what should be happening in the workshop and making a small slideshow for it.

“Does it look fine?” Yeonjun lifts his sketch pad for you to see the diagrams.

You scan the illustrations briefly. “Mhm. They’re easy to follow.”

You continue typing. By the time you finish the final slide, your shoulders ache slightly from hunching over the laptop. You lean back against the sofa, stretching your limbs, eyes drifting to the other side of the sofa. Yeonjun is still sketching, completely absorbed, eyebrows characteristically drawn together as he focuses, lips in a slight duck-like pout and his blonde hair now having more of the resemblance of honey under the colours of the lamps.

“Done admiring me? Daydreaming about kissing me?” Yeonjun looks up, lazily grinning as he notices your stare.

You heavily roll your eyes at him. “You’re not my type.”

“I’m everyone’s type.” He confidently states. You shake your head, sighing out at his ego, but he starts again, “Hey, you’re the one who picked me as the most handsome.” Yeonjun puffs out his chest, still pleased by that.

“Yeah, under duress. I only picked you because your name was the first I remembered.”

For some reason, he remains proud. “So what you’re saying is that I’m very memorable.”

You drop your head back against the sofa and the wall behind you. “Lord…”

“You’re bluffing. Bet you do actually daydream about kissing me.” Yeonjun goads. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

You snort. “Kissing? You wish.”

He places his sketch pad away from his lap and onto the part of the sofa next to him, smirking at you. “Oh, I do wish.”

You narrows your eyes at him. “Really? What about?”

He cockily moves and leans forwards, coming close to your face, his stupid smirk never leaving, humoured. “Lots and lots of things.”

You know he enjoys flirting without you doing anything back, meaninglessly flirting with you countless of times today without you reacting. You know he gets a kick out of it, so you decide to retaliate back this time, having had enough of it. If Yeonjun wants to play this game so badly, then maybe it's time somebody plays it back. You’ll see what he does then.

“You know what I think?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling his face even closer to yours, grinning yourself and making your voice sultry sounding. “I think you’re all talk. Bet you couldn’t actually even kiss me.”

He instantly pulls his face away, flustered, shocked by what you say, eyes wide, not expecting you to say something like that back to him. Especially since you hadn’t entertained anything else he’d said this entire day. “What?” Yeonjun’s face flushes immediately, turning unmistakably bright, beet red from his neck and ears too. His mouth clamps shut. And for perhaps the first time since meeting him, yeonjun seems quite speechless. The legendary flirt of the host club couldn't handle being flirted with back, he was accustomed to being the one in control of every conversation.

There’s an attempt to regain his composure though, clearing his throat and trying to confidently smile back. “I could and I would. Do you want me to?”

“Yeah. Go on then.” You challenge him, chin raised high, poking the bear with a stick.

He’s not sure if you’re serious, and yeonjun hesitates. “Fine.” He leans in, face close to yours again, staring at you falteringly with his narrowed feline eyes, but trying to make it seem formidable. Close enough once more that you can see the mole next to his eye, see the shadows the dark warm lighting casts on his cheek bones, making them that much more prominent, and smell the faint scent of his expensive cologne. You’re equally staring back with heated, daring eyes. You’re so sure you’ve won. He’s not going to do it. It’s all just talk.

Your eyes flicker down to his pouty lips, his rich, cushiony lips. They had such a pretty, distinctive shape to them that you’ve never seen before. For a small second, you wonder what they’d feel like against yours if he did actually lean in more, but you shake it away. Are you slowly being charmed too? Has he put a spell on you? Is this how he does it?

At last, yeonjun draws back, running a hand through his hair.

You’re just about to laugh in victory, knowing he’s lost, knowing his words hold no meaning to them, but then, yeonjun suddenly surges forwards, grabbing your face. His mouth mushes with yours fiercely and you gasp into it, startled. You find your lips move back with his, perhaps you’ll still win if you’re not the first to break away.

Both of you continue kissing for a long time, mouths sliding together, teeth over lips, taking it in turns to suck his bottom lip, then his upper lip. You don’t know if this is still part of the game but it’s starting to feel less significant as time goes on and your lips meet again and again, colliding with soft breaths. You’re enjoying it, yeonjun’s heavenly lips feel good on yours. You definitely feel like you’re under a spell right now, all almost hypnotic. Maybe he’s a witch. You’d like to believe that more than of your own will.

Barely an inch separates when you both pull apart for some air. Yeonjun is staring at you, entranced and dishevelled with rosy cheeks. His usually perfect hair has fallen into his eyes, and his plush lips were beyond swollen and tinted so red, all the blood vessels rupturing there from your kissing and biting. His breathing is totally uneven. The image and how stark it is makes your stomach flip and flutter.

Then, you’re kissing him again.

You’re touching and gripping onto each other’s bodies in different places as you continue to make out. Your lips reach yeonjun’s angular jaw, then down, brushing against the warm skin of his neck, leaving kisses and still being able to smell his lingering, delicious cologne that’s been able to last the whole day. He lets you, tipping his head back as his eyes flicker closed and his hold on your waist tightens.

Playfully, your hand reaches down to stroke his thigh and then his crotch, grinding the palm against the hardening dick in his pants. You like leading the whole of this, it’s amusing. Yeonjun goes completely still with a sharp, shaky intake of breath, mouth falling open. But just as you’re about to pull his dick out to actually touch him, his hand slaps against your wrist, stopping you. “N-no. Let me.”

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

“Let me eat you out.”

Wow. You thought yeonjun would just want to get his dick wet. He certainly looks like he needs a hand wrapped around it right now, but he’s offering to tend to you instead.

You shrug. “Okay.” You’re definitely not one to complain. So, you lie on your back for him.

Yeonjun sheds off all the articles of clothing of your lower half, grabbing the back of your knees to push you closer to him on the sofa. He spreads your legs, his sharp eyes heavily lidded at the sight, practically salivating. “Pretty…”

He wastes no time in diving into your pussy immediately, shoving his face in and licking up a long stripe of your cunt, before completely messily making out with your pussy, groaning and grunting against you, holding onto the flesh of your thighs tighter. You satisfyingly sigh out at the dim ceiling your eyes are fixed on before closing your eyes all together, biting your lip.

You grab ahold of yeonjun’s hair, fingers threading through the soft messy blonde locks and tugging just hard enough to make noises escape his throat in response.

Yeonjun attaches his perfect pretty lips to your clit, sucking, suctioning so vigorously until the bundle of nerves are even puffier than his lips. They feel even better on your clit, like they’re made just for that. He focuses completely on your pleasure, furrowing his brows as he eats you out, humming and whining and groaning, licking and sucking. The sounds of him smothered in your pussy are so audible, taking over the music still playing on the LP, and so obscene, so wet, you can only oddly describe it as if yeonjun is hungrily devouring a bowl of ramen, enthusiastically slurping and inhaling it all.

“Am I finally pleasing you? Weren’t pleased with anything I was doing before.” Yeonjun lifts his head up to look at you desperately and obsessively. He clearly takes this very seriously, intent on making you feel good.

“Mmh, sure. Keep going.” You don’t really care for anything he’s saying, barely listening, you’re nearly reaching the edge, so you grab more of a fistful of his hair, grinding down on his face. You guess he wasn’t wrong about being good at entertaining people.

Knowing you’re close, yeonjun brings his signet ringed fingers to your hole, quickly fucking them into you and lapping at your clit with his tongue, flicking over and over again, your slick gushing out as he does this. It manages to bring you over, thighs clenching around his face and cumming over it. You moan out loud and so does yeonjun at the view of you orgasming, nuzzling into your cunt further and licking up everything you give out.

Eventually, he lifts up from between your legs, your juices coating all around his enlarged lips, that they look like he put on some kind of really shiny plumping lip gloss. With a happy, drowsy smile, yeonjun licks it all off around his mouth. Then, licks his fingers clean off too, his family heirloom ring, dripping in your cum. Usually effortlessly confident yeonjun, looks incapable of forming any actual thought.

“Fuck me.” You tell him, looking down at the way his dick is practically crying to be let out of his pants, slight patch of precum dribbled out on it. You pull his zipper down, freeing his dick and pumping his achy red, leaky cock, rubbing your thumb over the tip and swiping at the fluid on his sensitive slit. Yeonjun curses, hips bucking and mouth hanging open, blissed out at the stimulation.

“Fuck you? Sure…Yeah… I-i can do that.” Yeonjun breathes out, so far gone already.

“You want to make me feel good, don’t you?” You spread your legs again, holding his gaze.

“Yes.” It seems to snap whatever restraint he has left. Yeonjun quickly goes to grab condoms from somewhere, nearly knocking something over in the process. When he finally gets ahold of one, he comes back, tearing the packet open with his teeth in a rush. Which you’ll admit, does something to you.

He frantically pushes the condom onto his cock, and you can only describe yeonjun’s face as purely debauched after he lines up his swollen fat tip to your pussy and pushes in, bottoming out completely, your walls sucking and swallowing him in so good, filling you up so good, both of you gutturally groaning. “Oh my g-ughh…” He moans every single time he pushes back in, mouth slack, long pretty whines and cries escaping him.

You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer and sheathing his dick deeper into you. Your hands slide up his back, digging your nails into the muscles there and yeonjun’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at that. It’s not long at all until yeonjun just completely loses himself in the feeling of you, his thrusts quickly building up in speed, slamming his hips harder and deeper, erratically.

He’s so unrhythmic with it, sloppily still trying to fuck you as his brain turns to absolute mush, he can barely do it, his pretty lips staying parted with how delirious he is. Yeonjun’s hips are practically shaking with every roll and you think he might actually fall on top of you. He tries to hold onto you, face falling into the crook of your neck, biting down there, utterly wrecked, drooling all on your neck now with muffled moans and groans.

You’ve had enough of his dumb, useless rutting, growing tired of the position. You roughly pull at his hair to bring his face back up and away from your neck. He looks at you practically cross-eyed, slurring. “Shit, you can’t even fuck me. Pull out.” You tell him.

Yeonjun panics, confused, shaking his head. “Huh? What-please, please.”

“Just pull out.”

He does as you say, whining and wailing at you like a hurt animal. You roll your eyes at his dramatics, shoving him down onto the sofa instead. “Calm down. I’m fucking you myself.”

“No, I-i can fuck you. ‘m sorry. I can do it.” Yeonjun tries to beg, profusely apologising, not wanting to feel useless to you, wanting to make you feel good, tears appearing in the waterline of his eyes from how muddled his mind is.

“Sssh. It’s okay.” You stuff two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up, but also, wanting to watching him suck your fingers because you’re weirdly fixated on his gorgeously shaped, plump lips now. The sight of him sucking with sparkly tearful eyes is so hot and debasing.

Pulling your fingers out of his mouth, you straddle yeonjun, grabbing his dick. You place it at your entrance and unceremoniously sit down on the whole of his dick fast in one go, taking him all in to the hilt, until your hips meet his. It knocks the air out of yeonjun, theatrically throwing his head back and it has you sighing in pleasure at having his cock inside you again, stretched out at a more delicious angle.

You hold onto his abdomen, swivelling your hips around him and then beginning to ride him as yeonjun moans and mewls out so brazenly loud. “You need me to fuck you, baby. Don’t you?”

“Yeahyeah-mmm.” Yeonjun is fickle as shit, not complaining at all once he feels your pussy, in fact, he likes it more now since he’s not doing any of the work.

You lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster at an unrelenting pace and yeonjun just lays there underneath you, looking pretty and almost doll-like with his blushed cheeks and glossed lips in the shape of an ‘o’, happily taking it all in pure ecstasy, tongue lolling out and contently moaning high pitched like a girl.

You can’t help but chuckle at the view of yeonjun beneath you, brushing a strand of damp hair from his sweat-beaded forehead. “You’re more like a princess than a prince, yeonjun. Maybe you should be the princess’s host club instead.”

You thought he might objectify but yeonjun just mindlessly nods. “Kay…long as you’re still fucking me.”

You giggle, bringing your hand to the side of his hot face, stroking your thumb sweetly on his cheek. “You like being taken care of by me?”

Yeonjun nods, preening into your touch, purring like a cat. “Uh huh.”

You can feel yeonjun’s dick twitching uncontrollably inside of you. “Aww, princess, are you close?” You teasingly coo.

Yeonjun helplessly whimpers. “Yes, so close. Kiss me.”

You tut at him. “You’re not even going to ask nicely? What a spoilt princess.” But you do it anyway, leaning down, capturing his addictive lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, filthily, tongues tangling and swirling together as you ruthlessly ride him, both your brains clouded up by the other, sucking on his tongue nastily too. You clench down on yeonjun’s cock purposefully and he satisfyingly cries into your mouth, you swallowing down all his needy sounds.

You continue to bounce wetly on yeonjun’s girthy cock, going up and down at a mercilessly cruel speed as it creates sticky squelchy sounds, fucking the life out of him whilst his cries accelerate, your ass smacking his full balls every single time, grabbing his shoulders hard to hold onto as you do this, intent on reaching both your highs.

“Ohhhmy god. I’m cummingg!” Yeonjun cums first with garbled, mangled, pornographic whines, spilling his seed and filling the condom with his white gooey substance, back lifting off the sofa and arching as he sees stars everywhere. He pants and heaves, throwing an arm over his face at the overwhelming sensation, trying to come back down to earth, going boneless, feeling like a pile of nothingness, like melted ice cream in the sun.

You continue to use his spent dick, so close to your own orgasm too, so in reach as you keep jumping on his cock hard, reaching up in a gummy spot inside of you, prodding it every time so good, eyes squeezed shut in complete bliss, sweating so much, thighs aching. You don’t stop though, bringing your hand to rub at your clit too and you’re quickly able to let go, cumming around yeonjun’s twitching dick. You stay there, riding the after waves of it, slowly still moving on yeonjun’s cock, trying to prolong it until you can’t anymore and it stops feeling good.

You collapse on top of yeonjun’s body, utterly exhausted, allowing him to weakly grab and cling onto you as you both drift off.

“Shit, yeonjun. Wake up.” You attempt to shake yeonjun.

Both of you had managed to pass out on the sofa until the next day after the event planning had very abruptly turned into something else entirely. And now, you’re running a little bit late to set everything up for the workshop, neither of you remembering to set an alarm.

Yeonjun stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up, pouting with knitted eyebrows.

“Yeonjun.” You shake his shoulders more aggressively, shoving him.

“It’s too early.” He whines.

“No it’s not. Check your phone.”

He groans, but reaches over to grab his phone, checking the time with one eye open. “Oh. We have to go already.”

“Yeah.”

He gets up and so do you, quickly getting ready the best you can, grabbing the bundles and armfuls of supplies of everything you need and running over to the host club room.

Both of you rush to get everything prepared, checking the number of attendees, placing all the supplies each person and table will need, such as needles, measuring tapes, embroidery, fabric, scissors, pins. You make sure the screen and PowerPoint is up and ready. Yeonjun had gone to the printer to make individual copies of the demonstrations so everyone has one on a table. The sewing machines also needed to be carried one by one, all the way from the fashion department building and back to where the host club room is, which takes a considerably long time and effort. By the fifth trip, your arms genuinely felt like they were going to fall off.

The room was finally ready, guests would start arriving any minute. You collapse into a chair, yeonjun dropping down on the one next to you.

And the event goes satisfyingly well. As you had expected, the guests love the idea, following the steps and learning how to sew simple clothes, particularly loving when yeonjun comes around to flirt individually and help with the sewing machines, giggling and blushing into their sleeves. As the assistant, you go around table to table, checking in and giving extra supplies when guests need them, making sure everything is running and working the presentation on the projector as yeonjun confidently talks and teaches. You have to admit, It feels nice and rewarding to watch the whole event actually come to together after planning it for a long while yesterday and seeing everyone enjoy it.

Yeonjun insists on you being his model, wanting to make a top fitted for your measurements.

You groan. “Why do I have to be it, though? There’s plenty people who would love to be your model.”

“You’re my assistant, so you’re my model. Plus, you’re gorgeous enough.” Yeonjun deviously winks, corners of his mouth curling upwards.

You shake your head and defeatedly sigh. You thought his flirting would stop after you had retaliated back, but he’s flirting even more.

You don’t have much of a choice in being his model, so you stand before him, letting him get to work. You get to see his fashion designing skills in action, he’s very focused, a measuring tape draped around his neck, pin held between his lips, catty eyes squinted in concentration, measuring, cutting, seeing, creating the top and then decorating it. It’s a very pretty beaded, well fitted top with a gaping heart hole. There’s tiny red crystals, sequins and beads on the edges of the heart, cascading downwards like dripping blood, elegant and slightly unsettling. He even manages to make one for himself in the short time frame, making a matching one with a similar concept for himself. His featuring a similar heart motif, though slightly larger, with black crystal embellishments spreading across the chest like fractured veins.

Once everyone is done creating their pieces, there’s music playing on speakers as everybody shows off what they made, walking down the makeshift platformed stage acting as a runway, all the guests cheerfully, clapping and supporting each other, the lovely atmosphere is infectious. Yeonjun grabs your wrist to walk down the runway together, yeonjun ridiculously posing as guests scream and whistle so loud, losing their minds and you do the same, posing, actually having fun.

The aftermath of the event looks significantly less glamorous, the room is a beyond mess, looking like some sort of natural disaster had taken place in it, and unfortunately, both you and yeonjun have to be the ones to tidy and put everything away. The sewing machines nearly killing you off yet again when you have to return them all back to their home.

“Ice cream?” Yeonjun suggests once you’re finally done with clearing the room.

“Yes.” You immediately agree, tired eyes lighting up.

You don’t bring yourself to complain about getting yeonjun’s chauffeured car to the ice cream shop, despite how within walking distance it is, every muscle in your body so sore. You order the tiramisu flavour and yeonjun gets the strawberry cheesecake, swapping ice creams, having liked what the other got more last time.

Yeonjun jokingly offers you a scoop of his ice cream again to feed it to you, holding it out across the table for you. “Say ahh.”

You narrow your eyes, but challengingly accept, eating it just to watch the shocked expression appear on yeonjun’s face as he hadn’t expected you to actually let him feed you. But then, the stunned reaction changes, the idiot is glowing, widely smiling.

“You’re helping with soobin’s event tomorrow.” Yeonjun says after a bit, resting his chin in his hands and smiling at you across the table.

You had almost forgotten that this wasn’t the end, and only the start. Four more events remained, and four more hosts. The thought alone was exhausting. Tomorrow would be soobin's event and you had absolutely no idea what it would involve.

“Hopefully, you don’t like him as much as you like me.” Yeonjun jokes, but keeps his eyes still lingering on you, something almost faintly wistful about it, though he’s still smiling.

Now that you’ve come to think of it, you’ll never likely be working with yeonjun again after this, feeling the tiniest bit melancholic about it. But you snort anyway. “Who said I liked you?”

“You have to have liked me a little, otherwise sleeping with me would have been a very strange decision on your part.” Yeonjun raises a brow at you, grin only deepening.

You burst into laughter despite yourself and so does yeonjun.

“Unless,” he adds, placing a hand over his chest in wounded exaggeration, “the sex was bad and you like me even less now, which would be quite sad.” A dramatic pout pulls at yeonjun’s lips.

As bizzare as yeonjun is, you supposed you get how people can be charmed and pulled in by this man now, because you do find you’re no different than anybody else who likes him anymore.

Please actually reblog !!!!!! and leave comments !!!! guys if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated and so nice tysm !<3🙏💕🌷It’s incredibly discouraging and disappointing when fics have such little reblogs. At least send an anon in the inbox if you don’t want to rb, don’t just like. Feedback is always appreciated it makes writers want to actually write more :)

A/n: I’m so sorry if this is shit and everyone hates it 🤣🤣 Im too scared to read it all back and then change it all and never post it 🤣🤣 i kinda hate this sm. yes I am aware the ending is so poorly written 🤣 Ughh i do have a love hate relationship w this bc I do feel I could have done it wayy better but I just don’t think I would have ever actually posted it so I’m making my peace. but ayyy yeonjun debut on my blog ! I actually have another fic idea for jjun that I want to write so badly too

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"i missed you," he whispers against them. you didn't think you were gone that long, but knowing how clingy your boyfriend is, he likely thinks it was a lifetime. one of his hands leave your wrists to hold your face in his hands as he leans in to kiss you tenderly. his lips sliding with yours with ease.

"i wasn't gone that long." you whisper back when he pulls back to look at you with hearts in his eyes. his thumb caresses the skin under your eye as he ignores what you said and goes back in for another kiss, heavier than the other.

you allow him to kiss you into his hand starts to sneak under your shirt, sliding up your thigh and right before he could hit fabric you stop him. "wait- you should shower too." you free your other hand from his grip and place it against his chest, pushing him back.

he resists, pushing against your hand to get closer to you. "yeah, but it's probably too muggy in there right now." he stares at your lips as he talks, hand sliding back under your t-shirt. you don't have time to stop him as his fingertips brush against lace.

yeonjun pauses for a second before he starts to fiddle with the material. he can feel his dick start to fill out as he realizes what it is, swallowing harshly. you sit up, yeonjun falling back and sitting on your thighs, almost in your lap. he slowly starts to lift the shirt, shedding it off completely, and revealing your body and the lingerie that clung tight to your body.

his eyes go wide as he reveals it, it wasn't one that he's seen before. this one was white with pink trim and bows that was much more revealing than the others you've put on. his breathing gets shaky as he traces the thin string that goes across your hip, licking his suddenly dry lips when he comes to conclusion that means there's nothing covering the back.

as he moves up to the tiny bralette that hardly contained your breasts, his cock was reaching full hardness and pushing against his sweats. he had to bring his other hand to between his legs, palming himself with a sigh.

"s-so pretty," he practically moans as he cups one in his hand and at the same time cups himself. you smile as you watch him admire your body. both of hands were on you now as his hips twitched involuntarily against nothing. one roamed your waist and the other was on your chest.

you draw his attention away from your body to look at you, pulling his face up by the chin. his pupils were blown and he looked like he could drool, his lips wet with saliva. "is my body the only thing that's pretty?" you ask.

yeonjun flusters, his face turning pink as he blinks rapidly. "n-no, that's not what i'm trying to say. it's just-" he squeezes your waist as he tries to find words, his brain too distracted with the image of you in the lingerie among with other things. "i wanna fuck you in it…" he mumbles, his eyes dropping in embarrassment and his cheeks turning a shade darker.

"yeah?" you drawl, tapping his chin gently and making his eyes find yours.

"yeah," he whines. his cock was aching at this point, straining against his clothes and he was sure he was also leaking precum. his eyes flutter as you press a hand to his face and drag your thumb along his unblemished skin. he breathes heavily, "can i?"

hooking your finger into yeonjun's shirt, you lean backwards onto the bed and take him with you. he hovers over you, your lips almost touching with how close you were to each other. you could feel every breath he takes fan across your face. his eyes flicker between looking at you desperately and at your lips that he so badly wanted to kiss.

"please," he whines, hands gliding along your sides and occasionally sliding under your bralette. you could feel his dick pressing against your stomach, it was warm and twitched as you teased him. leaning in like you were going to kiss him, but pulling away when your lips would brush.

he lets out an impatient whine with a huff, attempting to lean in himself. he gets denied, your palm coming up to cover his mouth.

"patience," you say, slowly moving your hand out of the way. he starts to complain, but shuts up when you pull him down to bring your lips together. he moans when they connect, eagerly parting his lips to deepen the kiss. he feels tingles go down his body as you lick his bottom lip, asking for access to his mouth. he allows it, sliding his tongue with yours in a sloppy kiss.

yeonjun hadn't even realized that he started grinding against you, slow thrusts that made his cock drag sweetly along your stomach. his breath hitches as he starts to get lost in the pleasure, his lips faltering as he moans into your mouth instead.

"someone's enjoying themselves," you bite his lip and yeonjun moans, his hips stuttering.

"i-i'm sorry, it feels so good…" he drags his words as he doesn't stop moving, his eyes squeezed shut now. he could feel a patch of stickiness in his pants from the precum, making the glide a little smoother.

"how about," you start, reaching a hand down to hold him by the hip and stop him from grinding against you. he whimpers and with weak attempts, tries to keep going. he looks at you with 'sad' eyes, his lips poking out into a pout. "how about, you make me feel good first and i'll think about letting you fuck me." you repeat now that you had his attention.

yeonjun could feel his heart speed up at the thought of being able to do that while you were still wearing the lewd clothing. he nods his head rapidly and makes his way down, settling between your legs. he doesn't need you to say anything for him to understand what you meant, he was always eager to please you anyway.

he massages your thighs, touching everywhere before skimming them over the lace material. he takes his time, kissing the skin around where he wanted to be. leaving small hickeys and bite marks on your thighs and hips, his fingers likely leaving fingerprints with how tight he gripped them in excitement.

he licks his lips before pulling the panties to side and revealing your pussy. he moans and wastes no time diving in, licking a strip between the folds. your back arches off the bed and your fingers slide into his dark hair as his tongue finds your clit, flicking it gently before sucking on it.

"ngh," his moans are muffled as he buries himself between your legs, tongue dipping inside you as he hungrily laps you up. he flips between slowly working you over with his tongue and latching onto your clit with vigor.

you wouldn't complain. your head was thrown back, legs twitching at his sides, fingers planted in his head as you moan praises that only spur him on. you couldn't even catch your breath, yeonjun curling his tongue just right. you could feel your orgasm crash down on you, loudly moaning as you cum into his mouth. yeonjun happily licks it up with a moan, grinding against the bed while doing so.

he rises up from his spot, coming up to be eye level with you. you peek your eyes open and see a smiling yeonjun, lips slick and nose wet. "how was that, worthy enough to let me fuck you?" he asks, pressing his cock against you.

"please?" he pleads, his tone a little whiny.

you reach down between the two of you and cup his cock through his pants. yeonjun gasps, his hips jerking into your touch, his eyes rolling back at the friction. you rub his length slowly, circling a finger around his tip that was outlined by precum.

"show me how bad you wanted it," you whisper into his ear, making him shiver and almost cum. he wouldn't admit that though.

"y-yes, thank you…" he mutters, sitting back to remove his clothing. he bites his lip as he lines himself up with your entrance, breathing harshly through his nose. his hands roam your body as he slowly starts to push inside, he was trembling.

then he starts to move, taking a hold of your hips and snapping forward in one fluid motion. the sound of skin slapping against skin loud as he bottoms out inside of you. both of you moan at the same time, yeonjun's head drops onto your shoulder, panting against your collar.

"fuck," he whines, fingers clawing at your sides as he builds a steady rhythm. he pins you down as he drives his cock into you, deeper with each stroke. "you feel so good, look so good, i love it." he rambles, gasping in between, lost in the pleasure.

he sits up to be able to admire you again, that cursed lingerie that has him losing his mind. he slides a hand under the bralette, squeezing a breast in his warm hand. you tilt your head back, moaning loudly as yeonjun manages to hit every spot that has your body tingling.

you wrap a hand around his neck, pulling him down into a messy kiss. more teeth clashing and saliva swapping than anything as your tongue tangle together. you swallow up each others moans and gasps, as yeonjun slams into you.

"b-baby i-" he chokes out between kisses. his hips start to stutter as he feels his orgasm start to build. he moves slower, not wanting to cum just yet, not without you saying he could. his thrust are still intense as you languidly rocks into you, cock dragging against your walls. "i'm gonna cum-" he whimpers.

"can i cum, please?" he moans, voice cracking as you squeeze around him. you nod, curling your fingers into the hair that resided on the nape of his neck.

he repeats his gratitude, little thank yous as he starts to pick up the pace again. he can't contain his sounds, eyes roaming your body and dropping down to watch the way his cock drives into you. he relishes in the way it punches little gasps from you.

his mouth falls open on a moan, his eyes squeezing shut as he loses words. he can only get out a strained, "cumming." as he stills with a final thrust, shooting ropes of cum deep inside of you. long whines are pulled from him as he rides his high, grip bruising.

as he comes down, he leans down to leave kisses and love bites all over you. some across your stomach, on your chest, a couple on your neck, until he finds your lips and kisses you deeply. he pulls back with a breathy laugh, shaking his head side to side.

"what?" you question, caressing his sweaty and flushed face.

"no more lingerie, okay?"

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Rumi is hiding something from you, you can just tell. It pisses you off. Why can’t she tell you what’s wrong? You deserve to know, not just as her best friend but as her fellow hunter. If whatever she’s hiding is the reason her voice is shot then she needs to tell you and Zoey so you can fix it. The fate of the world depends on it, literally. 

You slam the door to the empty apartment behind you in rage. No, this is not the apartment you share with the girls, this is a secret one you go to sometimes when you need a break, a place where no one can find you… until recently. 

You hadn’t intended for them to know. They followed you here—stalking you, the freaks—and upon finding out that this is your secret place, have made it their mission to always be around whenever you come. You tried to fight them. You tried to banish them. But without the girls, it’s hard to do it. 

Luckily for you, they don’t seem interested in killing you, not here at least. Unluckily for you, what they want from you is way worse. 

That, too, you’ve tried to fight them on—kept them at bay for as long as you could, but they were persistent, and a girl has needs. When two handsome, sexy demons men are offering themselves up to you so persistently and enthusiastically, you can only be blamed so much.

You tell yourself they must have something magic in their dicks or something to make you keep coming back—that they’ve struck some kind of deal with Gwi-ma to give them incubus-like abilities because otherwise you would never have given in. 

And you have given in, time and time again. Your forbidden rendezvous have become something you look forward to after a particularly tough day in the practice room or another failed attempt at sealing the Honmoon, in a way that a day at the sauna doesn’t do it for you anymore. Yes, they were the exact reason you’re having a hard time but that is exactly why it is so cathartic for you that you’ve found a way to take it out on them. 

At least that’s what you tell yourself anyway. If Rumi has her secrets, why can’t you? If she seems to be fraternizing with the enemy, why can’t you? You’ll kill them both when the time comes anyway and all of this will be behind you. 

Now, where the fuck are they? You’ve been here for a whole of 15 minutes and they haven’t made their appearance yet. Ugh, so annoying. 

You will not just stand around and wait for two men, much less two demon scum. So to occupy your time, you make yourself a bubble bath. You set everything up just to your liking, the right temperature, the best scent, the perfect amount of bubbles, with soft music playing and a wine bottle and glass within reach. 

The bath feels so soothing, you almost start to actually relax. Almost. But you’ve got too much on your mind and the only thing—two things—you know that will quiet your mind are missing. 

You huff again to yourself as you reach out to grab your wine glass, but before you can bring it to your lips, you feel a shift in the air, and in the next moment, you feel two hands place themselves on your shoulders and a solid, very naked, body pressed against your back. 

“You look tense, princess.” Romance’s unmistakable honey voice whispers in your ears, his hands massaging your shoulders smoothly. He smells sickly sweet. His voice sounds like velvet.

“Took you long enough.” You hiss, taking a swig of your wine before setting it down and closing your eyes, trying to relax into his deceptively soothing touch. 

You feel the bath water shift again, and you crack your eyes open to see the other demon sitting across from you, equally naked, his hands reaching into the water to grab one of your legs and pull it over his shoulder, his hands massaging your calf—less expertly you must say.  

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Abby purrs, kissing the side of your leg. “Jinu wouldn’t let us go before we got the stupid dance right.”

You snort at that. “Imagine that. Demons stuck in the practice room learning kpop choreography. Your kind used to eat souls. Aren’t you embarrassed?" 

“Oh, we still eat souls.” Romance’s sweet voice lilts next to your ear as his hands fall from your shoulders to cup your breasts, his long claws flicking over your nipples but not hurting you. “We’ll soon eat the souls of all your fans, dear hunter.” 

You reach your hand back and grab a chunk of his stupid long hair, yanking on it harshly and turning your head to the side to hiss at him. “Over my dead body.” 

“If you insist.” His grin is unsettling, not caring that you’ve got his hair in a vice grip, his own hand straying down your body to touch your pussy, a flash of golden flickering over his eyes as he feels your wetness even through the water. “Though I would much prefer to keep you as a war prize.”

“War prize? I’ll show you what—” Your threats are interrupted by a groan coming out of the man in front of you. 

“Stop messing with her. I want some attention too.” Abby whines, pushing your foot down and between his legs, your sole touching his hard cock. 

“You’re always so impatient. Can't you focus on someone else's pleasure for a second?” You scold the demon even as you press his cock against his stupidly defined abs and move your foot up and down over it. 

“What do you expect from a dumb himbo like him?” Romance chuckles, one hand kneading your breast while the other plays with your clit. You hate to admit how good he is with his touches. He has you struggling to not give him any reaction. “He's like a dog, useless. You really shouldn't be wasting time with him. You don't need him when you have me.” He finally, finally pushes his fingers inside you, filling you up just like you need. “Don't I make you feel good?”

“I'm not a dog.” Abby whines even as he ruts against your foot. “She keeps me around because I am hot. Hotter than you. Got a bigger dick too.” 

They boys take jabs at each other, their demonic and selfish nature hard to disguise when their pleasure is on the line. Still, you can tell that Romance is the more dangerous of the two. He is clearly older, smarter, more cunning. He knows how to get what he wants. Abby is evil too but he's more of a brute, a rabid dog. You really shouldn't be near either of them. 

“Both of you, shut up, you're giving me a headache.” You snap at them, their fighting threatening to break through your carefully constructed bubble. “You don't want me to decide that you're more trouble than you're worth.”

“Oh, baby, you know it turns me on more when you threaten to kill us.” Romance laughs, quickening his pace, his fingers fucking in and out of your pussy roughly, contrasting with his sweet tone. 

Just to spite Romance, you get yourself out of his arms, hiding your whimper as his long fingers slip out of you and you move the short distance towards Abby. 

The large demon stares up at you like a small puppy, almost shaking in excitement as you reach forward and grab his big cock that he's so proud of, stroking it in a way that has him tensing up and blue patterns flash across his skin. 

“You're just a desperate little whore, aren't you? So easy to control.” 

He bites his lip, trying to keep his whimpers in but he can't stop his hips from rutting into your hand. 

“I know demons are pathetic but this has got to be a new low.” 

“Fuck, you're such a bitch.” Abby growls, eyes widening in shock as you slap him across the face, the strike only serving to make his cock twitch as he fucks himself faster into your grip. 

“Slap me more. I like it when you’re rough.” He grins at you and you roll your eyes at him. How are you supposed to punish a demon when violence is like foreplay to them? 

“Don't cum yet. You're not here to get off. You're here to make me feel good.” You grit at him, straddling his hips and positioning his cock at your entrance. 

But before you can sink down, clawed hands shoot out to grab you by the waist, stilling you as a shimmering grey face comes into view out the corner of your eyes. 

“You’re really gonna fuck him first? He's going to pop the second he's in your cunt.” Romance tries to keep his voice steady but you can hear the irritation and jealousy in it. He thinks he's the one who should get to fuck you because unlike his demon bandmate, he knows how to control himself. But that is precisely why you're fucking Abby first. Though Abby is full of himself, it's actually Romance who is the more cocky of the two and needs to be brought down a peg. 

“Too bad I don't let demons make my decisions for me.” You snap at him, pushing his hands off you. “He's not going to cum without my permission. I've trained him well. Isn't that right, pretty mutt?”

“Yes, Mira.” He nods quickly, “Please fuck me.” 

Your smile is haughty as you sink down on his thick length, watching his jaw slack open and his golden eyes roll in the back of his head for a moment. 

“So fucking tight.” He groans, and you feel every inch of his cock as it breaches you, every ridge, every vein. “Gonna split you open.”

He’s still so full of himself despite his position and you clench down on him just to see him yelp. “In your dreams, Saja mutt.” 

“Right.” He grins up at you as you bottom out, wrapping his huge hands around your waist. “Can’t fault a demon for dreaming.” 

“Ugh, shut up.” You mutter, ignoring the elated look on his face as you start to ride him, taking it slowly because despite what you’ve told him, he really could split you open if you’re not careful.

You feel sharp claws trail along the sides of your thighs delicately, and Romance’s hot cock presses against your ass as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. 

“Can I take your ass?” Romance asks, his voice more meek than you've ever heard it. 

“No. You'll sit there and watch your fellow henchman get fucked until I drain his balls then we'll see if you've been good enough to get your reward or not.” You take his hands off you and place them on the edges of the bathtub. 

You see Abby wince as Romance’s claws scratch against the porcelain, the older demon’s rage barely controlled. You smirk. Finally you’re getting somewhere. 

You grab Abby’s face, “No, focus on me or I’m going to hop off your dick.” 

His eyes widen as he uses his hold on you to quicken your pace, his inhuman strength easily lifting you up and slamming back on his dick. You’d be wary about him taking control if he didn’t look so submissive and fuckable right now. “N-no, keep going, please.” 

Oh, he begs so sweetly. 

Soon, you don’t even need to move on his cock—he does all the work for you, his hips rising up to meet your body as he moves you over his cock. 

His moans are not what you’d expect from the beefy demon. They’re pathetic and breathy, his muscles ripping and his body shaking from the pleasure. 

“Look at you.” You saw with condescending sweetness, your fingers going up to play with his surprisingly sensitive nipples. “You were just made to be fucked, weren’t you? Is that what Gwi-ma uses you for?”

He shakes his head. “I’m–I’m strong. I can fight–” You cut him off with your fingers in his mouth which he immediately starts sucking on. Yes, you’re well aware he can fight, but what good is that when he falls apart for the enemy like a whore? 

You suppose you’re no better than him. 

“Mira… I think I’m c-close.” He slurs around your fingers. 

“Already?” You pull your fingers out of his mouth, disappointed, and he winces. “I’m sorry, you’re just so tight.” 

You bark out a laugh. “Sorry? A demon apologising? Damn, I must’ve really broken what’s left of your brain.” 

“Fuck, ah fuck–” He cries, struggling to keep his rhythm steady as the pleasure clouds his mind so you take over for him, riding him wildly, the motion causing the water to fling over the edge of the bathtub more than it already was. “Yeah, that's right. Ride my cock. Ride my fucking cock. Use it to get yourself off.” 

“How cute.” You pant, going to touch your pussy but a hand from behind you stops you. 

“Let me.” Romance whispers, his slender fingers finding your clit and working you up just the way you need. You don't stop him. You needed it. Abby's cock felt good but he was hopeless otherwise, too far gone to return the favour so you let Romance rub the pads of his soft fingers along your slit while his thumb flicks your sensitive clit as you continue to ride Abby. He always knew just what to do, and it vexes you. 

“Are you close, princess?” Romance asks, his hard cock pushed against your ass once more but he doesn’t dare make any further moves. 

“Yes, shut up and don't you dare stop.” You grit out, ignoring his chuckle to focus on the demon falling apart under you. 

“Mira, Mira, oh fuck!” Abby cries out, using his hold on your hips to slam you down on his cock and hold you there as he cums, emptying his twitching cock inside of you. 

You were so close too, the hot feeling of Abby's cum combined with Romance's sinful ministrations almost pushing you over the edge… if only the latter didn't choose this exact moment to stop. 

“What the fuck?” You jerk your head around to glare at the demon whose eyes were now gold and his pupils like the slits of a tiger. 

“Are you done entertaining the dog?” He murmurs arrogantly, rubbing his cock between your asscheeks. “Ready to actually enjoy your time?” 

“Who says I'll let you have me after the shit you just pulled?”

“What are you going to do otherwise? Use your hand? Use him?” He raises an eyebrow at the fucked dumb demon under you who makes a brave attempt to perk up. 

“I can help.” He slurs, eyes still glazed over. “I can do it.”

You growl under your breath. You throw another glance at Abby. You suppose you can continue to ride him. You know he’d sit there and take it… but damn, you were so horny and you know Romance will give you just what you need, and the cocky bastard knows it too. 

You turn around with a huff, pressing your back against Abby who wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck lazily… almost sweetly. God, this is all so wrong. 

But you don’t have the time to dwell on it because Romance grabs your thighs and pushes them against your chest, the movement causing Abby’s cock to slip out of you and his cum to start trickling out. 

“Oh, no, we don’t want to waste Ab’s hard work.” He smirks, using his own cock to scoop up the white liquid before pushing it back inside you, along with his cock. 

Romance is smaller than Abby. He’s not thicker either. But damn, does he know how to use his cock, angling his hips just right so the head of his cock ruthlessly brushes against that spot inside of you that keeps you coming back to him. 

“Fuck, Ro, that’s it.” You let the affectionate name roll off your tongue, knowing it drives him crazy, and it does. His eyes snap from your pussy to your face and his pace picks up, needing to hear more from you. 

“Yeah, is this what you’ve been missing, princess?” He coos, his claws digging into the flesh of your thighs. “Finally getting what he couldn’t give you?” 

“Be nice, Ro.” You tangle your hand in his hair and yank on it roughly, knowing he loves it, and you smile as you receive the needy moan you’ve been waiting for from him. 

“Yes, princess.” He murmurs, bending down to press his lips against yours. You allow it. You’re too far gone to protest—too close to your release to resist. 

You feel one of Romance’s hands on your chin, his claws coaxing your mouth open without hurting you. You let him push his tongue inside your mouth. It’s long and he has more control of it than any human does—a fact you’ve come to know very well, you pussy twitching at the reminder. 

He explores every inch of your mouth, both your moans meeting and mingling together as his hips never let up, the bath barely retaining water anymore. 

“Hey, no fair.” Abby whines, “I want a kiss too.” 

He grabs your face with his own hand and separates you and Romance, trying to claim your lips with his but Romance’s appearance suddenly changes completely, assuming his full demon form as he growls at Abby. “You’ve had your turn.” 

“But–”

“Shut up, Abby.” You snarl at him, not willing to let the demons fight again when you’re so close to cumming. Turning to Romance, you twist his hair more harshly. “And you, I thought you said you were going to make me feel good but you’ve been just as useless as him. Should I stab you both in the faces and get myself off instead?” 

Romance’s growl now gets directed at you as his hips pick up the pace, fucking into you wildly, one of his hands going to your pussy to get you off while he leans his head down to mouth at your breasts, his teeth biting into the sensitive flesh every now and then in reproach. 

But your words of protest get swallowed up as Abby finally captures your lips with his own, his tongue roughly pushing into your mouth as his hand moves to fondle the breast Romance wasn’t kissing and biting. 

God, it was all too much at once, and it doesn’t take long after that for you to cum, clamping down on Romance’s dick and pushing him over the edge too, making him pull back from your chest to howl as his orgasm rips through him, filling you up with his own cum until it overflows. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, that’s it.” You cry out, pulling away from Abby. “Finally.” 

“I got you, princess.” Abby purrs, soothing his hands up and down your sides as the aftershocks of your orgasm pass through you and Romance slows to a stop. 

“You got her?” Romance breathes out, quirking an eyebrow at his fellow demon. “I’m the one who got her off.” 

“She wouldn’t have gotten off if I hadn’t—”

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up.” You growl at them and they both look at your like kicked dogs, the large pouts on their faces fucking with your brain because demons have no right to look this adorable. 

Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into. 

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“feels good, baby?” you’d ask, and all he’d be able to do is nod quickly into the pillow, so shy over how easily he’s falling apart for you like this.

your thrusts eventually growing firmer and he’d start rutting his hips into the mattress, hard leaking cock aching for friction — you wouldn’t let him, giving him a small spank that results in his desperate, muffled groan, his head finally shifting to the side a little to peek up at you over his shoulder with hazy, watery eyes.

“please,” he’d grit softly, all his usual brattiness flown far out the window when you’re inside him (until he starts getting used to it, at least, but that’s a whole other story).

you’d reach down to slide your hand up his back and tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently, just enough for his head to lift slightly off the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping open around a moan as you push in as deep as you can go — the unfamiliar nudge against his prostrate would have him cumming immediately against the sheets with a strangled noise and a jolt of his hips. belly sticky with his own release, you let his head drop back down against the pillow as he lays there panting, eyes heavy-lidded and fingers still gripping the pillow’s edges tightly as you soothe him down from his high.

(you may even sneak some overstimulation in there via handjob right afterwards, much to his mewling, hip-bucking surprise).

it’s safe to say then that you’ll definitely be doing this with him again.

⇢ soobin: it doesn’t happen particularly often, but you’d just have a way of knowing when he needs it; coming home tired and overworked, feeling the weight of leadership and responsibility on his shoulders, needing someone else to take care of him even if only for a little while.

there’s a special look reserved for these occasions, one where he doesn’t even need to say anything, one that you understand the meaning of immediately when he trudges sullenly through the door.

similar to beomgyu, i can picture him laying on his stomach; one knee bent and cheek resting against the pillow while you roll your hips against him, gently but firmly gripping his ass for leverage. his eyes squeezed shut as he bites down on the corner of the sheet in his grasp, a futile half-assed attempt at muffling the sweet staccato moans that bubble past his lips, drool collecting at the corners — though he doesn’t care about any of that right now, only focused on how good it feels to let go, his hips jumping every time his weeping cock rubs against the sheets beneath him from the steady movements of your thrusts.

he’d groan gutturally every time you degrade him, a contrast to his otherwise higher-pitched sounds; “dumb baby just wants to get fucked, huh? just wants to lay there all stupid and take it?”

and alternatively, when you later have him turn over onto his back so you can offer stimulation to his poor aching cock, whimpers fall from his pouty lips both from the feeling and from your praise as you lean down towards him with a gentle hand around his throat and whisper, “you’re so perfect, binnie, ‘m so proud of you.”

between your words and the way your free hand strokes him perfectly in time with your now deeper-angled thrusts, it wouldn’t be long before his cum is spilling out over your fist and all over his abs with a sharp, gasping moan as his large hand wraps desperately around your much smaller wrist while you lightly squeeze his throat. afterwards you’d lean down to pepper his cheeks in soft kisses, and his eyes would slide shut with a sigh as he shakily breathes, “thank you.”

⇢ yeonjun: okay, with yeonjun it would be especially fun. i definitely do see him as a dom, but i also see him as someone willing to try lots of things — so he’d agree to let you try pegging him not even because he’s into it but just because he’s down to experiment and have fun with it if it’s something you want to do.

so while it may be more in your interest than it is in his, that certainly wouldn’t stop him from putting his whole yeonussy into it. no toxic masculinity to be found! he’s a confident guy; ever the performer, he wouldn’t be afraid to go ass up for you, his moans filthy and pornographic as you fuck into him from behind, giggles falling past your lips as he grins up at you devilishly over his shoulder. he loves to see you enjoying yourself, and he’s definitely not above admitting how good it actually does feel — so it’s safe to say that this kinky experiment would be a successful one for the both of you.

“fuck, harder,” he’d groan, head slumping down into the pillows with his lip between his teeth, smirking around a satisfied, gasped-out moan when you comply. despite being the bottom here, he’d be more of a yapper in this situation than you; not even the switch in dynamics can stop him from spewing all kinds of nasty things as he pushes back against your hips to meet your thrusts.

“how’d you learn to fuck this good, huh, princess? shit, just like that, yeah- fuck, give it to me- god, you’re so deep. is this how you feel when i’m rearranging your guts? ah-!”

the spank you’d land on his ass in response would only make him cockier, a breathless laugh turned shameless moan as he presses his upper body down against the sheets and arches his back further for you.

“i must be a good teacher,” he’d slur with a shit-eating grin.

“shut up,” you’d reply back, reaching around with one hand to firmly pump his stiff cock, which of course only does the opposite of getting him to shut up — though you don’t complain, not when you’re so turned on by his eagerness, not when you already know that he’ll be letting you try this on him again.

⇢ taehyun: now i’m sorry to all my sub!tyun enthusiasts out there, but... i think he would shut that shit down IMMEDIATELY lmfao 😭

i see taehyun as a pure dom — you’d propose the idea to him more as a silly musing than anything, but the unimpressed, brow-quirked look he’d give you would be similar enough to his notorious brat taming stare that it would have you backtracking on your words right away.

i think he’d even go as far as to do the opposite and fuck you stupid instead in response, leaving you too drunk on his cock to even remember why you wanted to try pegging him in the first place as he challenges in your ear while he’s got you bent practically in half, “still wanna put it in my ass?”

BUT,,, this is a post abt pegging, so.. hypothetically, if taehyun really were to let you put it in his ass, here’s how i think it would go.

now let’s remember that taehyun is also a spontaneous and adventurous person in general. so perhaps that would be one of the driving points in him agreeing, but i think the main thing that would finally make him relent is the fact that in the end, he always prioritizes your pleasure and if it’s something you really want to try, he’d let you do it at least once.

begrudgingly settling back against the pillows when it’s time, slightly propped up as you situate yourself between his legs — abs clenching and a small hiss from between his teeth as you slowly enter him, your hand wrapping around his cock with a squeeze as you slide it up to circle your thumb around the tip.

he’d inhale sharply when you eventually bottom out; his hands gripping the tops of your thighs, still somehow holding an air of control even in this situation. he’d even reach down to circle his fingers around your clit as you begin to move in and out of him, your lips parting around a small mewl as you pump his cock in time with the pace of his fingers, his eyes boring up into yours almost challengingly the entire time in a way that leaves you breathless.

you’d become enamored, though, with the way he eventually starts to fall apart, even though he fights hard to keep control of himself — his breaths gradually growing quicker and heavier, teeth gritting and grip on you tightening before his lips would finally part in a small, pretty noise that takes you completely by surprise.

his usual deep grunts would be replaced by choked, breathy sounds in a pitch that you’ve only ever heard when he sings; and that’s when you’d start to get bold, testing the waters, repeatedly edging his throbbing cock and — much to his surprise — pushing his hands away when he’d try to take back some semblance of control.

“fuck, come on, babe-“ “i decide when you cum this time, tyunnie.” a breathless, disbelieving laugh on his end — “oh, you do, huh? you better be careful, doll, or you’re gonna- a-ah!- regret that later-“

at first he’d find your attempt at dominance amusing, cute — until it’s not, because then he’d even begin to think that it’s hot. you’d never have imagined you’d have your big, strong, dominant boyfriend groaning and gasping so pliantly underneath you like this, but when he finally cums, he’s immediately slumping limply back against the pillows with panting breaths and twitching hips.

your triumph doesn’t last too long, however, when he brings his hand to your throat to pull you down into a firm kiss — you already know that he was definitely not lying about putting you in your place later, which you can’t even pretend to protest to as your neglected pussy clenches pathetically in response. (“this slutty little pussy can’t even go a day without needing my cock to fill it up, can it?” he’d tsk mockingly in your ear later as he fucks you face down into the mattress).

not sure how easily he’d let you peg him again, but i will say it may not be the last time he lets you edge him.

⇢ kai: cue calm huening smile that makes you think you’re dead meat for a second when you first suggest it..

nah but i think hyuka would be patient with your ideas, surprisingly willing to go along with them most of the time, so on days when you skip over to him with the strap he just *small sigh* “okay 🙂”

he enjoys it when you dote on him anyway, so he can’t really complain whenever you situate him into a nest of pillows and plushies, smiling up at you sweetly with his hands on your waist as you cover him in kisses and promises that you’ll make him feel good.

he knows that you will; his head tipping back into the pillows and eyes sliding shut with a slow, breathy sigh as you enter him, his fingers tightening marginally in their soft grip on your skin, your lips on his neck as you rock into him making him hum out a quiet noise that soon turns into a whimper when you wrap your hand around his thick cock and slowly begin to stroke.

you wouldn’t need to keep doing that for long, though, because he’d soon begin rolling his hips up instead, fucking himself into your hand in a steady rhythm as he looks up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes.

neither of you would really need to say much; all soft noises and quiet whispers, his large hands wandering your body all the while, and you would know he’s getting close when the room starts to fill with the lewd wet sounds of his cock squelching in your hand, leaking more and more pre-cum the deeper you go — his back would arch with a whimpered groan, eyes squeezing shut as his head falls back, and you then pressing down to nip and kiss at his exposed jaw with a particularly punctuated thrust would be all that it takes for his release to spurt from his tip and coat the both of your bellies in creamy white.

you’d both giggle a little in the aftermath when you coo at him, and he’s happy that you’re happy, wanting to return the favor once the strap is off as he begins guiding your hips up towards his face for a well-deserved meal. (well-deserved for who? no one knows, cuz it’s a win/win for you both).

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a/n - my bad i didn’t mean for terry’s part to be so much longer i got lost in the sauce

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which leads you to where you are now, yeonjun pouting and whining while you ignore him completely.

"wait- wait-" he gasps, allowing you to manhandle him despite the protests. you get yeonjun on his tummy to tie the ropes on his back, legs trapping him under your body. "miss please-"

"shut up." you slap his back, your stern voice leaving the boy under you to quiver into silence. "you're nothing more than a naughty dog, isn't that right?"

he shakes his head in protest, clearly showing you haven't properly gotten the brat out of him quite yet. you slap his ass this top, earning a yelp from the still defiant boy.

"do you think you have to make me mad to get what you want? that you're too good to ask like a normal pet?" you can tell by his muscles losing their tension that he's beginning to falter, though it's not quite the level of obedience you wanted quite yet.

with one final slap, you unmount his back and flip your pretty boy over, watching his expression carefully as yeonjun's eyes begin to glaze over, already becoming dumb and you haven't even touched him.

you free his cock from his boxers, going rough with no care for the way his eyes widen. "wait! miss- fuck"

"the only thing i want to hear out of your mouth is sorry"

his mouth opens to retaliate, but all that comes out is a breathy whine instead. his eyes begin to screw tight, fighting back the tears he knows is coming whether he wants them to or not.

"okay- okay! you're right! just wanted to be punished" he admits, albeit through whimpers and shamelessly loud moans between each word. you smile, a much more forgiving pace on his cock as your other hand goes to cup and massage his balls, bending down to nip and kiss at his chest. "that's all you had to say baby, was that so hard pup?"

"You are so annoying, you know that?"

"Maybe you should cry about it."

"I don't know how you're even allowed to walk into this fucking college with that peanut brain."

"No swearing please Mr. Kim!" The teacher piped in, though she knew both students were much too caught up in their argument to listen to anyone.

"Oh my god, did you get any love as a child?"

"Apparently much more than you did."

"What shoes your mom got on?"

"Are you trying to get killed?"

"Try, you fucking lunatic."

"I'm not all bark like you are Babyboy I don't recommend saying shit like that."

"Oh, I'm so scared."

"Mr. Choi and Mr. Kim, would you please sit back down? I'd like to continue my class."

The looks she received was enough to nod her head and sit herself down, letting them continue. The entire class even looked entertained.

"You are just so entirely pathetic it's hard to even look at you."

"Oh really?"

Yeonjun looked a little taken aback, spitting out a "yes? you're so hopeless." You gave him an amused look, challenging almost. You leaned down, face coming terribly close to Yeonjun's ear so that no one else could possibly see what you were saying.

"Then why are you hard?" You whisper, lingering there for a second to watch Yeonjun's face go red. He sat down, faced forward, and told the teacher to continue with class. "Finally." She huffed, carrying out the lesson. Yeonjun put his head down on his desk, realizing he was actually hard. 'What the hell,' he thought.

He heard you laughing quietly, you were way too amused by this situation. Soon class ended, and Yeonjun was too embarrassed to say absolutely anything as he tried to silently leave the class. He checked to make sure you weren't following him, then slipped into an old janitor's closet. 'God I wish there was a lock on this fucker.'

He tried to go behind some buckets and such against the wall so if anyone did enter, he wouldn't automatically be caught. Yeonjun attempted to quietly palm himself, using majority of his brain power to not think about you. Maybe he really liked arguing. Maybe he really liked being littered with insults by a very gorgeous boy with rings and piercings and a soothing voice.

"So, yeonjunie has a degradation kink, hm?" Yeonjun's eyes flew open, seeing you standing tauntingly in front of him. "I don't have a-" You moved forward suddenly, flicking Yeonjun's chin up to meet your eyes. Your knee pressed in between his thighs.

"I really never took you for a slut, you know? You can't even stop yourself from moaning my name." Yeonjun choked on a moan, his head rolling back against the wall. "It just happened, okay? I would never like you like that you fucking creep" Your knee pressed against him more making Yeonjun's eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You seem to be enjoying this a lot." You leaned in further, "Are you okay with this?" He eagerly nodded yes of course, finally admitting he wanted it. "Tell me if i go too far, please." You pulled Yeonjun forward to connect their lips, bringing their bodies as close as possible to each other.

Yeonjun grabbed at your hand to force it onto his own throat, you got the message and lightly gripping his throat. You brought your other hand to palm at Yeonjun's dick that was still hanging out for some reason. Yeonjun whined loudly, his head banging against the wall roughly every time he threw it back.

"You like pain too, hm, whore?" You said against his skin, biting on the soft flesh. Yeonjun couldn't stop shivering and groaning. You slowly lowered yourself onto your knees, starting to pump at the base. "How pathetic, you're so hard for me?"

Yeonjun moaned purely at the words; tears were streaming down his face already from the stimulation. "Do you want me to suck your sad little cock, hm?" He nodded vigorously. "Words, Yeonjun."

"Yes, please! please y/n" He choked out. You slowly put the entire length into his mouth, Yeonjun rendered speechless as the moan was caught in his throat. You started to go faster, bobbing up and down until you could feel the back of your throat being hit. You gripped his thighs harshly, using all your might to bottom out each time.

"Oh my- oh my god, im-" Yeonjun suddenly came into your mouth, feeling embarrassed and scared that you might not have wanted that. Though, you swallowed every drop possible, wiping your chin and licking it off while making eye contact. You liked the bittersweet taste. Yeonjun swore he could get hard purely off of that sight alone, but he was still trying to catch his breath.

You re-did the black-haired boys' pants, making sure he was clean and okay to go back to class. Yeonjun brought their lips together again for a slower kiss once you got up. 

"Fuck you." he spat, though smiling slightly. 

"Name a time and place." you laughed, smiling as he left the closet.