#yechan x reader

freak!yechan who’s an eater (and you can’t tell me otherwise) for his own pleasure !!! def does the eating you out + fingering combo on you because of how much it overstimulates you , he’s a freak and likes maintaining eye contact while doing it too

definitely the type to lay his tongue flat on it giving you slow licks and kissing it too , for sureee starts off by kissing on your thighs nibbling at the skin to tease you

likes shoving his fingers in your mouth so you can taste yourself and kissing you afterwards too

I feel like he’s casual about it too like you guys could just be chilling on his bed and he’d be like “can i eat you out?” just because, no reason

freak!yechan who’s definitely a biterrrrrr, especially when he’s about to cum. he’ll definitely bite down on your shoulder and if you bite him back too …he honestly might combust on the spot LOLL

likes seeing the bite marks

freak!yechan who’s definitely a sweetheart too like he’s a yearner he definitely likes having you ride him because he likes pulling you in for a hug and also because he likes hearing you moan right next to his ear , something about being that close to each other skin to skin is really intimate to him

but also because he’s an ass guy and likes grabbing it and smacking it while your on top and getting the view of you riding him

freak!yechan who loves kissing you while fucking, likes how you can barely focus on kissing him from how good your feeling, hearing you whimper into a kiss makes him groan and get sloppy with his thrusts

freak!yechan who likes making you get on your knees and have you stick your tongue out so he can slap the tip of his dick on it before you give him head

who holds your hair back bc he cares <3 but also because he likes getting a full view of you sucking him off without your hair in the way

who might get too excited and get a little rough with you and accidentally fuck your throat but he makes up for it later in bed

freak!yechan who likes helping you distress by letting you dry hump his leg , will let you have your way with him till you’re satisfied. he definitely gets hard by how sexually frustrating the whole situation is, will probably end up finishing in his pants which is a gross feeling but he low key likes it

freak!yechan who’s for sureee into breath play LIKEEE don’t play, will slowly sneak his hand on your throat and squeeze, he likes how it makes you clench around him and how it gets you all dumb

freak!yechan who definitely makes fun of the noises you make during sex after you guys finish LOLL and nobody can’t tell me otherwise

he likes how shy you get about it and it makes him want to make fun of you even more

thinking about sneaking around with sneaky link!yechan.. keeping it a secret from your friends because you know it would ruin the dynamic of the group.

sneaky link!yechan who messages you from across the crowded room, cocking an eyebrow at you for you to check your phone.

"usual spot?"

sneaky link!yechan who picks you up in his jag later into the night, once all of your friends had left for the evening, rnb music playing softly and a boyish smile on his face.

sneaky link!yechan who buys you food, despite your insistence that it would look "too much like a date". he's a lover boy at heart.

sneaky link!yechan who keeps his large palm on your thigh the entire car ride, fingertips tapping rhythms on your skin. you wore shorts on purpose, he notices. you always do.

sneaky link!yechan who parks in the corner of an empty lot. you're yawning, it's late, but a warm hand slips up your shirt to rub you awake through your bra.

"you like that, babygirl?"

sneaky link!yechan who's sweet talking and teasing touches get you in his lap despite your best efforts. his large hands grip your thighs, squeezing and pinching as his tongue works its way into your mouth.

sneaky link!yechan who tugs down your shorts and smirks at the wet patch pooling in your panties. he rubs his thumb on the area, earning a yelp from you as you press your face into his neck. he thinks you're so cute when you're flustered like this, when he's touching you in all the right places.

sneaky link!yechan who pushes inside slowly at first, grunting at how tight you are from this angle. you grip him so nicely, like you were made for him. he bounces you softly on his lap, letting your tank top slide down and expose your cute tits.

sneaky link!yechan who whines out when you bite down on his neck to keep yourself from moaning too loud. he likes when he can hear you.

sneaky link!yechan who fucks up into you, holding you steady by your hips as his cock slips in and out, your release mixing with him and making a mess of the backseat. "look like a fuckin' angel, baby. so pretty."

sneaky link!yechan who never lets you leave without a ton a couple marks on your chest and a kiss goodnight <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bestfriend!yechan & bsfolderbro!keeho x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: "I met two [boys] in this club tonight. Tryna figure out which one I like." - DC The Don, GET NAKED

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): nsfw, smut (threesome, voyeurism, mild degradation, praise, oral m. & f. rec, fingering, unprotected piv sex, masturbation), drinking, NO incest cuz ew wtf

𝐀/𝐍: i'm surprised there is not that many ffs of the yoon brothers together on here, they might be a bit ooc but who cares its fanFICTION for a reason

𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ⋆.˚ .ᐟ [ot10 x reader] ...୨ᢉ𐭩୧... wc. 5.3k w. curse words fluff ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

ᯓ the moment you even begin to suggest the thought of tying a ribbon around his bicep. minjae has already agreed. his goal in life is making you happy, and (even more importantly) he loves to see how much you adore his body. he puts a lot of  work into it (maybe solely for that reason), so whenever you make a praising comment towards the results he can’t help but feel a pang of pride go through his chest. he saw in this situation the perfect combination of your happiness and his ego inflating, and he wasn’t going to let that go. once you both agreed he makes it his priority to pick up a ribbon at the craft store the day after, eager to try out the trend you had suggested. when it finally happened, he smiled proudly as he listened to you gush about how his bicep looked flexed only for you. 

“hey jae?” you spoke softly, looking up from your phone. minjae sat on his desk, headphones partly on as he produced new music for the group. his attention immediately went to you, turning on his chair and smiling gently at you with a questioning look. “what do you think about doing this trend?” you asked, showing him your phone where the video replayed, a flexing arm with a ribbon around it being reflected on the screen. “we can do it if you want” he smiled. you had this effect on him ever since he met you where he couldn’t say no to anything you wanted from him, and that was a big factor to his answer. however, the pride he felt for the fact that you wanted him to flex for you was even a little more of an incentive. with a small squeal of emotion, you agreed that you would do it the next day, leaving minjae looking forward to it as he turned around and continued on with his task. once the next day finally arrived, minjae found himself sitting on his bed, arm flexed as you wrapped the pretty pink ribbon on it. you had an unwavering smile as you tied it in a bow looking proudly at your job, cheeks slightly tinted at the sight. “what do you think, baby? do you like it?” minjae asked, a smile evident in his voice. “of course i do, you’re arms are hot” you answered, looking up at him through your lashes. his smile widened at your words and he grew a little closer to you, eyes scanning your face and stopping at your lips. “and all yours, too” he said, voice low as he looked back into your eyes.  “is that so?” you asked as you grew closer, eyeing his lips for a couple seconds in return. “it is” he answered before leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss. you were so down bad.

ᯓ let’s be real, no one could even try to blame you for immediately thinking of junmin when the trend popped out in your for you page. you had a boyfriend with perfect arms and there was absolutely no reason not to take advantage of that. when you told junmin about it, he hesitated at first. don’t get him wrong, of course he liked it when you fawned over his body, specially his toned arms; but the thought of you maybe posting it made him feel a little flustered. of course, you told him he didn’t have to do it, but the slight disappointment in your eyes obliterated any thought of saying no to you any further. you jumped in happiness at his answer, wasting no time to go on.

“you know, i saw this trend in the morning that made me think of you” you commented as you sat around his room, simply spending some quality time together between your busy lives.  junmin arched an eyebrow in curiosity “yeah? what was it?” you smiled and muttered a little “ill show you” before pulling up the video, facing your phone screen towards him with a smile, your eyes focused on his reaction. “will you let me do that to you?” you questioned, and he immediately felt his heart skip a beat and his ears begin to heat up.  “why?” he almost stuttered, causing you to laugh softly. “you have such pretty arms and i want to brag about them” you answered, your lips curling upwards at his response. however, you noticed the slight uncomfortability on his face, which made you immediately speak again “its okay if you don’t want to, though, don’t worry about it” the rapid way you were speaking made junmin smile softly, admiring how you always seeked for him to be comfortable even if that meant him saying no to something you wanted. “ill do it” he interrupted you, making your eyes light up again. “are you really okay with it?” you asked once again, letting out an excited hum as he nodded. you went straight for your backpack without another word, grabbing the ribbon you oh so conveniently had packed and going back to your previous position. you waited until junmin flexed, your eyes focusing on the way his muscles strained and bulged on his toned arm, letting a few seconds pass by before snapping back into thought and moving to tie the fabric around his bicep. once it was done, you stared again, causing junmin (who was looking at your face throughout the entire exchange) to smile softly. his initial embarrassment had banished, now being replaced with a surge of confidence from the way you looked at him. “people are gonna be soooo jealous” you smiled and looked up at his eyes, earning a chuckle to come out of his lips as he shook his head at your antics. “sure, baby, whatever you say” he hummed.

ᯓ the moment you told sumin about your intentions when you appeared holding the pink ribbon in your hands, he groaned like you had just said the most ridiculous thing that had ever come out of your mouth. he was used to your delusional suggestions, and to be completely honest he didn’t mind them even a little bit. but he would never tell you that, of course. you both knew knew he would say yes eventually since he couldn’t say no to you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make you beg a little before. so that’s exactly what you did, enjoying watching you exaggerate how much you just loved his arms until he agreed, acting all defeated as if he didn’t love the idea.

the universe was definitely trying to tell you something. multiple videos of the ribbon trend had popped on your feed, which you constantly attempted to ignore in order to not create thoughts in your head. yet you understood you just had to when an edit of your own boyfriend appeared just under one of them. the way he flexed his arms on your screen made your brain (and body) tingle with feelings only sumin ever made you feel, so you gave into what the universe clearly wanted. you rummaged through your drawers before heading to your boyfriend's studio, finding him focused on the painting he had been working on for so long. sumin heard you come in and turned around, smiling at your presence and puckering his lips as his way to ask for a greeting kiss. “whats up, babe?” he asked once he got what he wanted, watching how a mischievous smile took place on your face as you held up the ribbon. “let me tie this on your arm? its for a tiktok trend” you asked, smile never faltering as he groaned. “why am i always the victim, were the hello kitty tattoos not enough for you?” he asked as he jokingly glared at you. he knew he would let you do absolutely anything you wanted with him, but that wouldn’t stop him from making you beg. “sumin, pleaseeee. i was watching the trend and then i saw this video of you and you have such pretty arms that they deserved to be shown off by your girlfriend that you love sooo much” you pressed, conjuring your best puppy dog eyes. your boyfriend sighed as he looked at you, turning around to get a rag and clean his hands from all the paint. “you know i can’t say no to you, don’t you?” he smiled, causing you to celebrate and pull out your phone. he proceeded to comply with everything you wanted him to do, watching you with a fond smile as you giggled at his toned arms. “i love you” you said once the video was taken, a smile on your lips as you watched his amused smile. “i love you more” sumin answered, stealing a quick peck from your lips before urging you to show him the video.

ᯓ look, jinsik is a complete sweetheart. he is soft hearted and can get a little shy whenever you show interest in his body majority of the time. still, he knows he’s fine and he loves that. he loves to see you fangirl over him and is completely conscious of how obsessed you are with him and his body, so he was not surprised at all when you told him what you wanted to do. he agreed fast, not having it in him deny because one, he couldn’t bear saying no to you; and two, why would he waste the opportunity to tease you when it was right there? the flush on his cheeks and rapidly beating heart had never stopped him from making you flustered, and they wasn’t going to start now.

“love?” you called out for jinsik’s attention. he was currently sprawled out on the floor of your bedroom, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as you laid on your bed. he let out a hum of acknowledgment as he put his phone down on his chest, his eyes travelling towards where your head peaked from above the mattress. “would you let me tie a ribbon on your bicep?” you asked, causing him to frown in confusion at the strange request.  “i mean, sure, but what for?” he watched as you looked for your phone on the bed, pulling up the video and giving it for him to watch. you looked for his reaction as he watched it, trying to decipher his stoic expression. “pretty please?” you chimed in, giving him a small smile. jinsik smiled automatically as he watched you, weighing his options in his head. he could either say no because of the slight embarrassment he felt at thinking that you would post that for the public to see or he could agree and spend a few minutes of his day with his girlfriend gushing about his arms while she ties pretty ribbons around them. there was a pretty obvious choice this time. “sure, pretty, let’s do it” you smiled triumphantly and leaped off from your mattress, going straight for a drawer where you were sure you could find some ribbon to carry out your assignment. jinsik smiled at the soft “aha!” that left your lips as you found a roll of the material, sitting up from his position on the floor and looking at you expectantly. you took a seat by his side and waited for him to flex his arm, smile widening impossibly much when he did. wordlessly, you tied the ribbon around his bicep before picking up your phone. “so pretty” you mumbled as you recorded and took a couple pictures, entirely too focused to notice the way he was smirking while looking at you, his heart almost beating out of his chest at the way you looked at him.

ᯓ as we all know and love, hyunwoo is a little shit (affectionately.) he loves being smug whenever you express your love/desire for him in any way, shape or form because that’s his way of coping with how much it affects him to have you outwardly gush about him. he ignores the pounding of his heart and the way his ears are heating up and acts out to make you feel like that instead; so when you told him about wanting to do that trend with him he took it as the perfect opportunity to tease the living shit out of you. of course, he agreed, but just because it gave him a perfect excuse to make you flustered. (definitely not because his ego grew about three sizes.)

“hyunwoo” you called out, attempting to grab his attention from the videogame he played on his computer. nothing. “hyunwoo” you spoke a bit louder. nothing. you knew he was doing it on purpose. he always left one of his ears uncovered when he gamed if you were around as his own little way to show you that he was still listening and paying attention to you. you sighed as you noticed why he wasn’t answering “babe?”  “yes, doll” he turned around on his chair, a smug smile on his lips as you rolled your eyes.  “would you do this tiktok trend with me?” you asked as you looked at him, your previously “annoyed” expression erased by the sight of your boyfriend's pretty smile. “depends, which one?” you looked for the video and pointed the screen at him, watching his reaction as the video played. “why would you want to do that?” he questioned, a hint of a smirk on his lips. “you have hot arms” you shrugged, attempting to maintain your cool and not give him what he wanted. hyunwoo raised his eyebrows at your response, taking out his headphones and rolling his chair towards you, now closer to your body. “do i? you’ve never said so before” he teased, making you groan. “never mind, i dont want to do it anymore” you stuck your tongue out to him, causing him to chuckle. “it’s okay, babe, i get it. i would want to show my super hot arms too” he smiled as he jokingly flexed. “we can do it, come on” you smiled amused at his antics, standing up to find the ribbon you carried in your bag for your hair. once you had it you walked back to his chair, waiting for him to flex his arm so you could tie it around him and get the pictures you wanted. “i'm just irresistible, aren’t i?” hyunwoo gloated as he watched you. “and only yours, isn't that crazy?” he loved the way your cheeks tinted as you glared at him, sending his heart on to its own frenzy because he couldn’t even fathom how insanely beautiful his girlfriend was. he wouldn’t tell you that right now, though.

ᯓ junghoon is so incredibly unbothered that you had no idea of what he would answer when you asked him to let you do the trend with him. don’t get me wrong, when it comes to you he is anything but uninterested. you are everything to him and he would do anything you asked him to, even if he wasn’t particularly fond of the idea. that was what scared you, you didn’t want to push him to do anything he didn’t like, so you approached him with a bit of more shyness than he usually would. surprisingly, he was very on board with the idea. he liked the thought of you liking his body enough to think of him when you watched that trend, and he was more than happy to participate in it.

“hoonie?” you called out softly as you looked up from your phone, looking at your boyfriend who laid next to you as he read. he looked up from his book and tilted his head in question, making your heart melt into a puddle because of how much he had resembled a cat just then. “have you ever seen that trend where they tie a ribbon around their partner's bicep?” “hyunwoo did it with his girlfriend i think” he nodded, the book he was reading now completely discarded as he gave you his full, undivided attention. “why?” “uhm, i kinda wanted to try it out with you” you explained, struggling a little to maintain the eye contact he so diligently held. “sure, do you have any ribbon?” he asked, agreeing as if it was nothing. you were a little surprised at how quickly he had complied, your heart melting even more than it already had. “i think i do, let me check” you smiled and hopped off the bed, not before leaving a sweet kiss on his cheek that left him smiling softly. junghoon watched you move around your room, rummaging through your drawers until you found the roll of ribbon you knew you had. you approached him with a big smile, waiting for him to sit up and flex his arm for you. once he did, you couldn’t help but giggle like a flustered little girl, watching your handsome boyfriend flexing his arm just for you.  junghoon watched you tie the ribbon around his muscle with a soft smile on his lips, waiting for you to do whatever you wanted to. “you’re adorable, did you know?”  his voice made your eyes travel back to his, light tinting on your cheeks. “yeah?” “yeah” he answered your question before laying back down and opening his arms towards you, his smile never faltering.

ᯓ a little shit (affectionately) pt 2. seeun absolutely adores making you flustered, he lives for it if you will. the capacity he has to make you get shy is outstanding, even when most of the times his insane confidence played into making you annoyed rather than flustered. you have a very playful relationship between you, which consisted in humbling each other most of the time, reserving the praises and affectionate words for special moments.  when you approached seeun with the idea of doing this trend he just knew this was his chance to get you to admit he was the most handsomest man alive (which you had no doubt about, you just liked humbling him.) so he made it his goal to hear those exact words come out of your mouth, even if he achieved it through annoyance.

you had been thinking about asking seeun to do that trend with you for a while now. naturally, when you had seen it for the first time you knew that you had to do it with your boyfriend or it would be a waste of his efforts at the gym. the only issue was that it wasn’t easy to ask seeun to do these kind of things. he had the tendency to tease you about the littlest things and you asking him to do something with his biceps was basically asking to be driven insane. nevertheless, your love for your boyfriends arms was stronger than his annoyance could ever be, so you asked him. “can we do this?” you asked as the video had conveniently popped on your screen. you were laying on the bed, your head resting on his arm as you watched your saved tiktok videos, a little ritual you had started doing when you were bored. “aww, you want to coquettify my muscles?” he cooed, a teasing tone present in his voice as he looked at you with a sly smile. “it sounds gross when you say it like that” you wrinkled your nose at his words. “but i just really wanted to do that trend and i couldn’t think of anyone else to do it with”  “of course you couldn’t, because you’re so incredibly in love with me and my hot body” he pressed further, incorporating his body onto his arms so he could look at you better. the sheer beauty of your face would never seize to amaze him, but that’s a topic for later. “sure, whatever. now, will you do it or not?” you tried to hide your smile, clearly enjoying the lighthearted nature of your banter. “i will if you admit I'm the most handsomest man alive” his words made your eyes roll and a groan escaped your lips. “i should’ve known you would act like this, so annoying” you teased back, acting as if you were to move on and look at your phone again. “don’t be like that, come on, let’s do it” he nudged you, eliciting a smile from your lips. you sat up and kissed his cheek rapidly before grabbing the ribbon you had brought in your bag and sitting in front of him. you waved at him to hurry, smiling about the opportunity. seeun rolled his sleeve and flexed his arm, allowing you to tie the piece of fabric on his bicep. you grabbed your phone to snap a couple of pictures, smile unwavering. “you’re the most handsomest man alive, seeun” you looked back into his eyes, just in time to watch him erupt into a cheer, causing you to laugh loudly.

ᯓ it’s no secret to anyone that yujun melts to putty in your hands. he loves making you happy, and that leads him to be the object of your silly little desires more often than not. he absolutely adores the fact that he is who you think of first when it comes to things like these, so the moment you tell him you want to do it he has already agreed. he is so happy and excited about it that he makes it into a full blown date to go find some ribbon you both liked, leading to a long walk to the craft store full of smiles and silly stories about his day. despite his cutie patootie nature, he can’t deny he is a gym rat through and through. he is proud of his body, he enjoys working towards his good shape and loves to see the results of all of his hard work. so when his pretty pretty girl also allows herself to fawn about his beauty outside of his cute demeanor? he could have a heart attack.

“yujunnie?” you called, earning a hum of acknowledgement from the boy. “have you seen the trend where they tie ribbons on guys' arms?” you asked as you laid next to him on your bed, his arm lazily draped over your middle as he rested his eyes, completely relaxed in your company. “i have, why?” he speaks, opening his eyes to be able to see your face, one of his beautiful smiles immediately taking place on his lips as his eyes found yours. “would you be okay with doing that? you have such pretty arms” you asked, voice relaxed as you caressed the arm around you, the sleeveless shirt he wore allowing you to see the entirety of his toned limb.  yujun couldn’t help but smile as you spoke, finding it adorable how you did little to hide your adoration for his body. “of course, we can walk to the craft store to get some later” he smiled “not right now though, im too comfy” he muttered and brought you back tighter to his chest, eliciting a cute giggle to come out of your pretty lips.  “sure, prince, whenever you want” you smiled and cuddled further onto his body, relaxing as you took in his scent. hours passed before you finally went to the store, taking the long way there as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend. your laughs could probably be heard from the other side of town as you listened to his stories about practice; bashing on his teammates bad habits as he quickly skipped past his own, making you roll your eyes in amusement. once you finally got home with a few strands of different color ribbons, you sat back on your bed. yujun flexed his arm for you like you had instructed, watching the way you ogled at them with a sly smile. “see? i told you so much time in the gym would pay off” he teased as you finished tying the ribbon, causing you to roll your eyes. “i never said it didn’t” you answered, grabbing your phone to take pictures as well as to record the video you wanted. “i forget sometimes, though” “what?” yujun couldn’t keep your eyes off of you for a second, too enamored by the sight of your pretty face to even consider looking away. “that you’re ripped, you’re so squishy” you smiled, taking your hands to his cheeks and squishing lightly. he chuckled at your action, taking your hand in his to bring it to his lips and kiss your palm. “i’ll have to remind you more often, then”  “keep going with the sleeveless shirts and I won't forget for a second.” you laughed, stealing a quick peck from his lips. “i knew the plan was working” he muttered all smiley before joining your lips again.

ᯓ let’s be completely real for a second. there was absolutely no way that this trend could exist without you dragging your boyfriend into it. you know it, his members know it, he knows it. in complete honestly, hunter was waiting for you to ask him if you could do that trend for a while now, knowing that you wanted to by the amount of times he had seen one of those videos play on your screen while you mindlessly scrolled. he wasn’t going to bring it up, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t hint at the fact that he would be more than happy to partake in the video if that’s what you wanted. with that said, when you asked him if you could do it, he agreed immediately and with no objections. he tried hard to contain his smile and not show you just how much he had been waiting for you to ask, but he could never keep a secret from you.

you were sitting down on hunter's lap as you laid on the couch, watching tiktok on your phone in hopes to cure the boredom of a rainy day when a video of the trend appeared on your screen. hunter smiled as he waited for you to speak, knowing that you couldn’t see him because of the position you found yourselves in.  “i always wanted to do that with you, you know” you mumbled, letting the video play. “really now?” he mumbled, doing his best to contain the humor in his voice. you shifted on his lap, looking at him with a soft smile. “yeah, can we?” you asked, doing puppy dog eyes like he didn’t immediately say yes to anything you ever asked for. “of course, princess. i think i have ribbon on one of the drawers” he smiled and kissed your forehead. what he didn’t say though, is that he had bought it the first time he had seen you look at the trend, knowing you well enough to know that the question would be asked eventually. you let out a small “yay” before climbing away from him to rummage through his drawers, looking for the ribbon until you found the small pink roll of it. you went back to your prior place one you had cut a long strand of it, waiting for hunter to flex his arm so you could get to work. once it was done you couldn't contain the squeal that slipped past your lips at the sight of your boyfriend’s arm with the bow around it. hunter chuckled as he watched you take pictures and the video, enveloping you in his arms again when you were done. “wait… why do you have ribbon just laying around?” you asked curiously after a couple moments of silence. “let’s just say i know you well enough” he chuckled, making you smile and cuddle further into his body. 

ᯓ oh, yechan had been waiting for this one. the truth was that he had seen these videos before you had and he really really wanted to do it. he had even begun exercising his arms more often so he would be in his prime when the moment came. the only issue is that you didn’t seem to want to, because it had been weeks and you had not asked him nor even hinted at wanting to do it. spoiler alert, you whole heartedly did, you were just too shy to bring the idea up to him because you thought he would laugh at your face at the mere mention of it. so imagine your surprise when he was the one to bring it up, more as a whine than an actual proposal to do a simple little tiktok trend.

yechan had noticed that the trend had been spreading like the plague throughout the group. the way all the boys were flexing (see what i did there) about the videos their respective girlfriends had posted was driving him a little insane at this point, because he hadn’t been asked yet. he knew it was not an issue with his body, of course. he had worked his ass off to get to where he was today, and he deserved to have a pretty, girlie little ribbon tied to his bicep too, but it seemed like you didn’t think so; and he had had enough. you were sitting on your respective chairs in front of his monitor (yes, he got you a chair too), playing videogames as you normally did when you were bored. you were seconds away from winning when the screen froze, indicating that yechan had paused it and eliciting a whine from your lips. you turned to face him, about to complain about him being an absolute baby before being interrupted by him voicing his own complaints. “i think i have great arms, you know?” he spoke, causing you to frown in confusion.  “what?” you questioned, moving his chair as well so he could face you completely. “i have great arms, i work out a lot” he pressed, his eyebrows creased with what seemed like annoyance. “i know you do, babe” you answered, watching his face full of frustration, so very confused. “then why haven’t you asked me to do that stupid trend?” he asked, and then it clicked on your head. “the ribbon one?” you asked, your confusion slowly morphing into a slight smile. “yes! i’ve been waiting for you to ask and you haven’t and i don’t get why” he frowned, and you almost cooed at how incredibly adorable he looked. you stood up wordlessly, going towards your bag as yechan looked at you intently. were you really walking away from him right now?  his concerns dissipated as you sat back down, a long piece of ribbon in your hands. “i’ve been meaning to ask you, but i was too embarrassed” you explained, your smile a little shy, “i thought you thought it was dumb, by the way you talked about the other videos” yechan’s facial features relaxed immediately, overtaken by sheer softness. “i would never think anything you want to do is dumb, baby” he smiled, grabbing your face as he caressed your cheeks. “cute, will you let me do it now?” you smiled and kissed the palm of his hand before moving away, waiting for him to get into position. he rolled up his sleeve and flexed his arm, causing your smile to widen as you began tying the ribbon around his toned arms. when you were taking the pictures, inwardly giggling because of how good he looked, you realized something. “have you been working out more?” yechan’s face tinted a light red at your question, but he nodded sheepishly nonetheless. “maybe.. i wanted to look good on the video”  his words made you laugh, shaking your head as you moved forward to cradle his face, peppering kisses all over it “how cute.”

𝜗ৎ 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ⋆.˚ .ᐟ i took so incredibly long to write this its not even funny. anyways this is for my two pookies ILY. 𐙚⋆.˚ .ᐟ @tiramisumin @astrasng 𐙚 back to the masterlist. 𐙚 please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

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a little yechan making out blurb

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warnings: soft nsfw, marking, kissing(duh), mentions of sex, saliva(also kinda duh), not proofread

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Minjae

• Dominance - Minjae doesn’t ask—he expects. The second you hesitate, his fingers are already tipping your chin up, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “You wanted to act tough, right? Keep that same energy.” His voice is low, amused, but there’s no mistaking the way his grip tightens when you try to look away. He leans in, breath hot against your ear. “That’s what I thought.” You can push, tease, test him all you want—he enjoys the chase—but the moment he decides he’s done playing, you’re not getting out of it. “I hope you weren’t expecting mercy.”

• Marking - Minjae doesn’t know the meaning of gentle when it comes to leaving his mark. He drags his teeth over your skin slowly, letting the anticipation sink in before he bites down hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue flicks over the bruise, soothing it for a second before he’s already moving to the next spot. “What? Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.” The next morning, his fingers trace over the fresh marks like he’s admiring a masterpiece, smirking when you wince. “That sore already? Cute.” And if you even think about covering them up? His grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your collar down. “Don’t. I want people to know who did this to you.”

• Overstimulation - Minjae lives for the moment you start shaking, the way your body twitches every time he doesn’t stop. His touch is slow, teasing, almost too soft—like he’s daring you to beg him for more. “What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this.” The way you struggle to handle it only makes him go harder, his lips curling in amusement as you whimper. “Oh, now it’s too much? Funny. You weren’t saying that earlier.” Your body jerks, overstimulated and desperate, but his hands are firm, keeping you exactly where he wants you. “Come on, sweetheart. Give me one more.”

• Whispered Praise/Dirty Talk - Minjae’s voice is pure sin, low and rough, the kind that makes your stomach tighten before he even touches you. “Look at you. So pretty like this.” His lips ghost over your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he drags out his next words. “You love this, don’t you?” If you try to hide your face, he’s already one step ahead, gripping your chin and forcing your gaze back to his. “Don’t get shy now. I want to see every little reaction.” And when you finally break, letting go under him? His tone drops even lower, full of satisfaction. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

Junmin

• Rough Manhandling - Junmin doesn’t just touch—he grabs, pulls, pins. He likes feeling your body give under his hands, the way you react when he forces you where he wants you. One second, he’s got his fingers loosely wrapped around your wrist; the next, you’re on your back with your hands pinned above your head. “Thought you could run from me?” His strength is effortless, teasing even, as if he’s barely using half of it. He drags his palm up your thigh, grip firm enough to leave imprints. “You’re so soft. So easy to move. You like that, don’t you?”

• Size Kink - Junmin loves how small you feel beneath him, how he can dwarf you without even trying. The way your fingers struggle to wrap fully around his wrist, the way his hand covers almost the entire side of your waist—it feeds something deep inside him. He catches you staring when he stretches, letting his shirt ride up just to show off. “Like what you see?” But what he loves most is the contrast when he presses against you, tilting your chin up with a lazy smirk. “You’re so tiny. Makes me wanna ruin you.”

• Hair Pulling - Junmin isn’t gentle when it comes to your hair. He threads his fingers through it slowly, almost soothing—before his grip tightens and he yanks your head back. “That’s better. I like seeing your face.” He uses it to control your movements, keeping you exactly where he wants you, making sure you don’t look away. And when he hears the sharp gasp you let out? His smirk only grows. “Sensitive, huh? Maybe I should do it again.”

• Teasing & Degradation - Junmin likes to play with his food. He’s got a sharp tongue, quick-witted and relentless, and he knows exactly how to get under your skin. “Getting worked up already? You’re too easy.” He’ll drag things out, making you beg for what you want, but when you do? He only scoffs, eyes dark with amusement. “Pathetic. You’re lucky I think you’re cute.” But the second you start squirming under him, the way your body responds despite the teasing, his voice drops to a low murmur against your ear. “You talk big, but look at you. You love this.”

Sumin

• Corruption Kink - Sumin lives for the way you fall apart under him, how he can turn you into a mess with just his words and hands. He loves watching you lose control, seeing how quickly your body betrays you. “You were so innocent before me. Look at you now.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s a hunger behind it, like he’s addicted to ruining you. Every time you react, every time you let out the smallest gasp, his smirk deepens. “I knew you’d like this. You just needed someone to show you how good it can feel.”

• Obedience & Control - Sumin wants you to listen—not because he forces you, but because you want to please him. He keeps his tone calm, patient, but there’s no mistaking the command in his voice. “Be good for me.” His fingers trail up your spine, slow and deliberate, his lips brushing over your ear. “Do what I say, and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” And when you hesitate, testing his patience, he only chuckles. “Oh? You wanna be difficult?” His grip tightens, pinning you down effortlessly. “That’s cute. Let’s see how long that lasts.”

• Overstimulation & Edging - Sunmin loves to take his time, keeping you on the edge until you’re shaking, begging, barely able to think. He’ll drag things out mercilessly, teasing you with just enough to drive you insane but never giving you what you need right away. “Look at you. So desperate.” His fingers stroke slow, agonizing patterns over your skin, his expression unreadable. “You can beg a little prettier than that, can’t you?” The second you break, whimpering his name, his eyes darken. “That’s it. Good girl.”

• Praise Kink - Sumin knows exactly how to make you melt with his words—his voice low, almost affectionate, but always with that teasing lilt. “You’re such a good girl for me.” His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You love hearing that, don’t you?” But the moment you get too lost in it, he pulls back just enough to smirk. “So eager for my praise. You’re adorable.” And when you finally let go, falling apart under him, his voice turns warm again, brushing kisses against your skin. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”

Jinsik

• Brat Taming - Jinsik likes a challenge. He’s not the type to let you get away with teasing, eye-rolling, or acting like you’re in control. The moment you push his buttons, his smirk fades, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. “Try that again. See what happens.” He doesn’t mind letting you run your mouth—he actually enjoys it—because he knows exactly how to shut you up. One sharp tug, one hand gripping your jaw as he tilts your head back, and suddenly, you’re not so bold anymore. “That’s more like it. Now, be good for me.”

• Biting & Bruising - Jinsik doesn’t just leave marks—he makes sure you feel them for days. His teeth sink into the softest parts of your skin, his fingers pressing down hard enough to bruise, to claim, to remind you exactly who you belong to. When you whimper, he only bites down harder, letting his tongue flick over the fresh mark. “You’re gonna look so pretty tomorrow. Covered in me.” And if you dare complain about the soreness? His hand ghosts over the bruises, pressing down just enough to make you shiver. “Sensitive? That’s cute. I didn’t even go that hard.”

• Degradation - Jinsik loves to make you blush, squirm, get all shy—and then ruin you with his words. “Aww, now you’re acting innocent? That’s funny.” His voice is smooth, teasing, but there’s something about the way he watches you, like he sees right through you. The moment you hesitate, his fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you closer. “You can pretend all you want, but your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” And when you finally break, needy and desperate? His smirk turns downright sinful. “That’s it. Knew you’d give in eventually.”

• Teasing & Denial - Jinsik enjoys making you suffer just a little. He’ll get you so close, right to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. He loves the way you gasp, the way your body jerks from the loss of contact, the way frustration bleeds into your voice when you whine his name. “Impatient, aren’t you?” His fingers trail slowly, barely touching, watching you squirm beneath him. “If you want it that bad, beg for it.” And when you finally do? He just chuckles, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Hyunwoo

• Possessiveness & Marking - Hyunwoo doesn’t share. He wants everyone to know you’re his, and he makes sure they do—whether it’s the bruises on your hips, the bite marks along your neck, or the way your voice breaks when you say his name. “Mine.” He growls it against your skin, his grip firm, his teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. He doesn’t stop until you’re covered in proof of him, until you’re looking at yourself in the mirror the next day and seeing the evidence of how completely he wrecked you.

• Jealousy - Hyunwoo doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does? You feel it. His touch turns rougher, hungrier, more desperate, like he needs to remind you exactly who you belong to. “You think I didn’t notice the way they were looking at you?” His voice is low, dangerous, but it’s not the words that send a shiver down your spine—it’s the way he’s looking at you. Dark. Starving. Like he’s about to ruin you. “Go ahead. Keep testing me.” The moment you smirk, he’s already got you pressed against the nearest surface, breath hot against your ear. “You’re gonna regret that, baby.”

• Overpowering & Restraints - Hyunwoo doesn’t ask—he takes. The second you try to squirm away, his hands are on you, holding you still, keeping you exactly where he wants you. He loves the way you gasp when you realize you can’t move, how easily he can manhandle you like you weigh nothing. “Where do you think you’re going?” His grip tightens, fingers digging into your wrists as he pins you down, smirking at your struggle. “That’s cute. Like you could ever get away from me.” And when you finally give in, letting him take control? His lips brush over your ear, voice smooth as silk. “That’s better. Just let me take care of you.”

• Corruption & Praise - Hyunwoo loves seeing you fall apart for him, watching you go from shy and hesitant to completely undone. He drinks in every reaction, every shiver, every gasp, like it’s fueling something inside him. “You were so innocent before me.” His fingers trail over your skin, eyes dark with amusement. “Look at you now. Falling apart from just my touch.” And when you whimper, when you arch into him like you can’t get enough? His grip tightens, his lips curling into a smirk. “That’s my good girl. You love this, don’t you?”

Junghoon

• Size Kink & Manhandling - Junghoon loves how small you feel against him. He’s got a solid build, strong hands, and he knows exactly how to use them. He barely needs to try—one arm around your waist, one hand gripping your thigh, and suddenly, you’re exactly where he wants you. “So tiny,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he watches you struggle playfully in his grasp. “What, you thought you had a choice in this?” His smirk is lazy, his grip firm as he presses you against him, holding you there like you weigh nothing. “That’s cute, baby. But we both know I’m stronger.”

• Dirty Talk & Filthy Praise - Junghoon’s mouth is filthy. He’s not just teasing—he’s painting pictures in your head, making sure you can feel every word deep in your bones. “Look at you, falling apart for me.” His voice is low, smug, but there’s heat behind it, like he’s getting off just as much on watching you lose control. “You sound so pretty when you beg.” And the moment you shudder, his fingers tighten around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “That’s it. Keep making those sweet little noises for me.”

• Power Play - Junghoon toys with you. He doesn’t have to force control—it’s natural, effortless. He’ll sit back, watching you squirm under his gaze, his amusement barely hidden. “You want something, don’t you?” His fingers tap against his thigh, expectant. “Use your words, baby.” And when you hesitate, too stubborn to say it? His smirk grows. “That’s okay. I’ve got all the time in the world. Let’s see how long you last.” He’s **not cruel, but he enjoys the game—**he enjoys making you work for it, making you admit just how badly you need him.

• Sensory Play - Junghoon likes to overwhelm you. He’ll take his time, dragging his fingers over your skin, barely touching, just enough to make you twitch. “So sensitive.” His breath is hot against your ear, his tone dripping with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet.” He enjoys the way your body reacts before you even realize what’s happening, the way you gasp when he suddenly switches from barely-there touches to something firmer, rougher. He wants you on edge, never knowing what’s coming next, completely at his mercy.

Seeun

• Size Kink - Seeun’s big, and he loves reminding you. The moment you hesitate, his smirk deepens, eyes dark with amusement. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you?” His fingers trail down your stomach, slow, teasing, as if he isn’t about to completely ruin you. “You can take it. You always do.” But when you whimper, nails digging into his arms, struggling to adjust, he only chuckles. “Look at you. Already shaking, and I’m not even all the way in.” He doesn’t wait—he pushes in deeper, savoring the way you gasp, the way your fingers clutch at him like you don’t know whether to pull him closer or push him away. His lips brush against your ear, voice dripping in amusement. “That’s it. Stretch for me.”

• Brat Taming - Seeun doesn’t tolerate attitude—he corrects it. The moment you roll your eyes, talk back, push at his chest like you actually think you can win, his grip tightens. “That’s real cute, princess. You wanna act tough?” He’s already got you pinned before you can think of a response, one hand gripping your wrists above your head, the other trailing down your waist with slow, dangerous intent. “Go ahead. Keep talking. Let’s see how much you can run your mouth when I’m done with you.” But when you smirk, testing him one more time, he only laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that.”

• Degradation - Seeun’s words are sharp, cutting through you in the filthiest way possible. “You’re such a mess for me.” His voice is low, rough, watching you struggle to keep up. “Can’t even handle it, can you?” But the worst part? He’s getting off on it. He loves the way you fall apart, the way your body reacts before you can even think. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Pathetic. And yet, you keep begging for more.” His smirk is downright cruel, but his touch is so addicting, so intoxicating, that you can’t even deny it. “That’s what I thought.”

• Overstimulation & Control - Seeun doesn’t just push you past your limit—he enjoys it. The second you start to shake, whimper, beg for a break, he just tilts his head, feigning innocence. “Oh? Now you want me to slow down?” He leans in, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s too bad, baby. You wanted to act like a brat. Now, you can take what I give you.” His grip tightens on your hips, keeping you in place as he drags it out, taking his time, watching you completely unravel. “You look so pretty like this. Too dumb to even talk.”

Yujun

• Daddy Kink - Yujun isn’t just strict—he makes sure you know your place. The second you even think about testing him, he’s already got you in check. “You don’t listen, do you?” His voice is low, controlled, but there’s that edge that tells you he’s not amused. His fingers press under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, baby. Say who you belong to.” He waits, his patience razor-thin. And when you finally whisper it, eyes wide, body already reacting to his dominance? “That’s my girl.” But rewards don’t come easy. “Now earn it.”

• Manhandling - Yujun loves tossing you around like you weigh nothing. The moment you play hard to get, tease him, or even hesitate, his hands are already on you, lifting you with ease, pinning you where he wants. “Cute,” he murmurs, watching the surprise flash across your face. “You really thought you had control here?” His grip is firm, unyielding, as he presses you down, spreading you open with ease. “Let me remind you how this works.”

• Praise and Possession - For all his control, Yujun isn’t just about making you obey—he wants you to know how much he adores you. His voice softens just slightly, fingers trailing reverently down your skin. “Look at you. So perfect. So good for me.” His touch is gentle at first, teasing, before he tightens his grip, pulling you closer. “Mine. Every inch of you.” He doesn’t just claim you—he makes you feel it.

• Overstimulation - Yujun doesn’t stop just because you’re shaking. If anything, it only eggs him on. He watches you struggle to keep up, your body twitching under his control, and he only smirks. “Oh, you’re crying already?” His thumb brushes away the tear at the corner of your eye, but his tone is mocking. “You can handle one more, baby. Just one more.” But you know it’s a lie. He’ll keep going, keep pushing, until you’re completely spent, your voice hoarse from begging. And when you finally break? He just smiles. “That’s what I thought.”

Hunter

• Breath Play - Hunter loves control, and nothing makes him harder than seeing you gasp for breath under his hands. The second you challenge him, push back just a little too much, his fingers are already wrapped around your throat. “What was that?” His voice is calm, controlled, like he’s completely unaffected, but the pressure tightens just enough to make you lightheaded. He watches your lips part, eyes flutter, body go still beneath him, and he smirks. “That’s more like it.”

• Spanking - Hunter doesn’t just spank you to correct you—he does it because he loves how you react. The way your body tenses before impact, the way you whimper, the way your skin warms under his palm. “You keep acting out like this, baby, and I’ll have no choice but to keep punishing you.” He’s slow, calculated, making sure every slap lands perfectly—just enough to sting, just enough to make you tremble. And when you whimper, squirming in his lap? He only chuckles, hand massaging over the sensitive skin. “Oh? You like that, don’t you?”

• Dirty Talk - Hunter’s mouth is his deadliest weapon. He doesn’t just talk you through it—he completely owns you with his words. “Look at you. So needy. So desperate for me.” His voice is low, teasing, dragging every word out just to watch you squirm. “You can’t even help yourself, can you?” But when you try to talk back, try to play coy, he just smirks, shaking his head. “You don’t have to pretend, baby. I know exactly how bad you want it.” His fingers trail between your thighs, slow, barely touching. “Go on. Beg for it.”

• Orgasm Control - Hunter doesn’t let you come easy. The second you’re on the edge, body trembling, gasping his name like it’s the only word you know, he pulls away, making you whimper in frustration. “Not yet.” His voice is firm, unrelenting. He loves the way your hips jerk up, searching for friction, the way your eyes plead with him. “Patience, baby.” And when he finally, finally lets you fall over the edge? His smirk is pure satisfaction. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Yechan

• Edging - Yechan loves to tease you until you’re practically begging for release. He’s slow and deliberate with every touch, pulling you closer to the edge, only to pull away at the last second. His fingers brush over your skin, tracing patterns, just enough to make you tremble with anticipation. “Patience, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he watches you squirm beneath him. He won’t let you finish until he’s ready, and he enjoys making you struggle to hold back, testing how much you can handle before you lose control.

• Power Play - Yechan’s presence is commanding—the second you try to take control, he asserts his dominance effortlessly. He’ll hold you down, making sure you can’t escape while his hands move with purpose. Whether it’s pinning you against the bed or keeping you completely still with his weight, he owns the moment. “Don’t fight it,” he says, his voice calm but unwavering. He doesn’t need to shout, he just has to make you realize that you’re at his mercy. And when you finally give in, he revels in the feeling of total control.

• Restraint - Yechan loves when you’re completely helpless under him, your hands tied or pinned, unable to move. There’s something about seeing you struggle against your restraints that makes him even more focused. He’ll take his time, letting you writhe beneath him, knowing that you can’t escape. “Just let go,” he says softly, fingers brushing against your sensitive spots, making sure you can’t move, can’t pull away. The lack of control makes every sensation more intense, and he enjoys making you feel utterly trapped in the moment.

• Sensory Deprivation - Yechan knows how to make every touch feel magnified by denying you something else. Whether it’s a blindfold that blocks your sight, or earphones that drown out the sounds, he loves when you’re relying on your other senses. The way his fingers feel against your skin, how your body reacts to every movement because you can’t see or hear everything around you. “Don’t try to guess where I’ll touch next,” he whispers, his hands moving slowly, deliberately, leaving you shivering in anticipation. Without your other senses, you’re left completely at his mercy, and he enjoys making every moment feel like it’s dragging on forever.

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≡ AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !! YOON YECHAN

(when you are in a relationship with him ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 930 words : fluff + suggestive (mdni!) : thanks for the request i hope you like this, i did a bit of both!! please share your thoughts, feedback is always appreciated!

physical touch + eye contact

yechan isn’t clingy, not in the direct sense of the word, he just prefers proximity rather than unnecessary distance. whether you’re alone together or out in a crowded place, he always pays close attention to you. on early mornings when he wakes up and you’re not by his side, he forces himself up to meet you in the kitchen making yourself breakfast. even half asleep he finds his way to you wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder while you try to continue your cooking. he doesn’t bother you for too long, after a raspy “good morning” and a peck on the cheek, he makes his way back to your bedroom to catch up on the lost sleep.

Authors note- this was so fun to write and so funny imagining getting scared with yechan over stupid stuff just bc it’s horror. Divider by @lattetw1rll

Sneak peek- yechan always makes you play horror games with him, but what’s it actually like?

contains- horror, fluff, crack.