#yeongbin

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Word count: around 700

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The moment Y/N stepped into the dimly lit room, Yeongbin was already there—shirt slightly unbuttoned, eyes dark with that familiar fire that always made her heart race. He didn’t say a word, just pulled her in close, fingers digging into her hips like he needed to claim her.

“You ready?” His voice was low, husky, full of promise and danger.

Y/N swallowed hard, heat pooling low in her belly, nerves tingling. She barely had time to answer before his mouth was on hers, devouring her with a roughness that left no doubt who was in control tonight.

Hands slid under her shirt, thumbs brushing over sensitive skin, while his cock pressed firmly against her thigh through his jeans. Yeongbin didn’t waste time—he wanted everything, and he wanted it now.

He pushed her down onto the bed, fingers tearing at her jeans, peeling them off with impatient urgency. When he finally touched her bare skin, Y/N gasped, breath hitching. He was warm and hard and demanding, pressing his palm flat against her lower belly, teasing just above her slit.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled, dipping his head to suck a dark mark into her neck. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

Y/N trembled, caught between desperate need and overwhelming overstimulation. Yeongbin was relentless—he slid his fingers deep inside her, curling, stretching, hitting all the right spots while his thumb circled her clit mercilessly. The way he moved—fast, firm, unyielding—made her body coil tighter and tighter, nerves screaming with every stroke.

“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, lips ghosting over her ear. “You’re going to come so hard for me. You’re mine.”

Her body betrayed her, trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again. But Yeongbin wasn’t done. Not yet.

He shifted, lining himself up with her dripping heat, slowly sliding inside. The stretch was exquisite, burning deep and delicious, and Y/N cried out, fingers clutching his shoulders.

Yeongbin moved with a fierce rhythm—slow at first, building to a punishing pace that left no inch of her untouched. Every thrust pressed deeper, every pull stretched her limits. He gripped her hips like he was afraid she’d slip away, grinding into her until the overstimulation was unbearable, her body screaming for release yet begging him to keep going.

“Come for me, baby,” he growled, voice thick with need. “I want to feel you tighten around me, dripping, desperate.”

Y/N’s orgasm hit her like a storm—sharp, overwhelming, stretching every nerve until she was raw and gasping. But Yeongbin held her through it, steady and unrelenting, pushing her further, chasing his own release as he fucked her hard and deep.

Finally, with a shuddering groan, he spilled inside her, filling her completely, a rush of warmth flooding them both. He collapsed against her, breath heavy, lips brushing over her temple.

“You’re mine,” he murmured again, voice rough but tender now. “Always.”

📸 “Say Cheese”

Pairing: Yeongbin x Chubby!Fem!Reader POV: Third Person • Name: Y/N Word Count: ~480

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He always picked her last.

Not in gym class. No — he didn’t even give her the chance to be picked at all.

Yeongbin didn’t waste time with teasing games. His version of bullying was sharper, quieter. Calculated. He'd bump her desk just as she sat down, knowing it would make her breasts bounce in front of everyone. He’d steal her phone and pretend to scroll through it in front of the class, only to smirk and toss it back when she lunged for it.

And he always said her name like it was a joke. “Y/N,” drawn out in a sing-song tone. “Got a snack for me today? Oh, wait—never mind. You probably already ate it.”

She hated him.

She hated the way his dark eyes followed her down the hallway, the way his fingers twitched like he was itching to grab her wrist, her hair, her throat.

She hated how her stomach tightened when he did.

She found out about the photos by accident.

Her phone buzzed. An airdrop. Unknown wants to share 5 photos.

She clicked without thinking. Her blood went cold.

It was her. Sitting in the classroom, hunched over her desk — her cleavage clearly visible from the front. Her lips mid-bite into a snack. Her thighs spread slightly under the skirt she wore. Close-up. Candid.

She whipped around, and he was already watching.

Yeongbin leaned back lazily in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, grinning like he owned her. “Smile next time,” he mouthed.

She confronted him after school.

Or tried to.

“Delete them,” she hissed, cornering him near the lockers. “Now.”

Yeongbin tilted his head like he didn’t understand the words coming out of her mouth. “Delete what?” he asked, stepping closer, too close. “The one where you’re sucking on that lollipop like you want me to take you right there on the desk? Or the one where your thighs are spread so wide I could cry?”

“Yeongbin—!”

He grabbed her by the jaw.

“Maybe you should say thank you,” he whispered. “You’ve been dying for someone to look at you like that, haven’t you? Someone who sees what you’ve been hiding under all that attitude and softness.”

She gasped when his hand slid under her skirt without warning, rough fingers tracing the curve of her inner thigh. Her knees buckled.

He caught her.

“You’re gonna let me keep them,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear, “and you’re gonna let me take more.”

It started in the empty music room.

He had her on the piano bench, legs spread wide while he knelt in front of her. She tried to stay angry, but the way he moaned when he saw her panties — soft cotton, slightly stretched — made her shudder.

“You don’t even know how good you look like this,” he growled, pulling the fabric aside to expose her. “Soaked just from being seen. You love it.”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

He brought out his phone like it was a weapon. “Look at me.”

Click. Click. Click.

He snapped photo after photo — of her dripping, of her parted lips, of the way her belly rose and fell with each shaky breath.

Then he shoved his tongue inside her.

She cried out, nails clawing the piano keys behind her, thighs trembling around his head. He sucked on her clit like he hated her. Maybe he did.

Or maybe he just hated that he liked her this much.

Later, he fucked her in the bathroom stall.

He bent her over the toilet seat, one hand tight in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

“You’re mine,” he said, over and over, like a chant. “Say it.”

She bit her lip, tears burning at the corners of her eyes.

“Say it, Y/N.”

“I’m yours,” she whispered.

He slammed into her harder. “Louder.”

“I’m—fuck—yours!”

“That’s right. No one else sees you like I do,” he groaned, thrusts growing erratic. “No one else gets to ruin you like this.”

Click. He took another photo with his free hand — her bent over, panties around her knees, his cock disappearing into her soaked heat. Filthy. Raw.

“You’ll beg me to show you later,” he panted, laughing when she shook her head. “You’ll want to see how desperate you looked.”

The last time he fucked her, it wasn’t in a bathroom or classroom.

It was in his room.

He made her take off everything slowly. Told her to lie down on his bed. Told her to look into the camera while she touched herself, thighs trembling, belly soft and beautiful under his gaze.

“Fuck,” he whispered, snapping photos like he was starving. “You’re so fucking pretty like this. I could watch you come for hours.”

And when he finally pushed into her, chest flush against hers, hands cradling her face like she was something precious—

He didn’t take a photo.

“You came on my lap?” — Yeongbin ver.

baku version su-ho version hyun-tak version seongjae version wooyoung version beomseok version

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It started out innocent. It always did with him.

Y/N was perched on Yeongbin’s lap during one of those long movie nights that somehow turned more about warmth than the actual movie. He sat reclined on the couch, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hand resting lazily on her thigh. Just touching. Just casually. No pressure.

But the position… it wasn't ideal. She kept shifting. Trying to get comfortable. Rocking her hips a little. Adjusting again.

And Yeongbin… didn’t say a word.

Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even exhale.

But his thigh flexed—just a little—and Y/N’s breath caught.

She told herself it was just friction. Just denim and tension and maybe too much heat from sitting on him for so long.

But then her hips moved again. Just slightly. And this time he did exhale—low and sharp, right against her ear.

"Y/N," he murmured, voice deep, quiet, but warning.

“What?” she whispered, frozen.

"You know what," he muttered.

Her face was hot. Too hot. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, but her body—traitorous, aching—kept shifting. Kept rubbing against the hard muscle of his thigh, kept pressing against the thick bulge that had started forming beneath her.

And Yeongbin let her.

Didn’t say stop.

Didn’t move her.

Just watched.

His hand gripped tighter on her thigh, fingers digging in slightly, grounding her—but not pulling her off.

“Bin—” she whimpered.

“You gonna keep pretending like you don’t know what you’re doing?”

“I’m not—I didn’t mean to…”

“But you didn’t stop either,” he said, tone husky, lazy, dark. “You kept grinding. Look at you…”

And she did—down at the way her hips had slowly started moving again, like her body had given up pretending it wasn’t desperate.

And then it hit. A sharp wave, coiling in her gut, crashing down too fast. The pressure tipped over too soon. Her hands flew to his shoulders, and she gasped, body jolting—hips pressing hard down against him.

Her breath stuttered. Eyes wide. Mouth open. She clenched hard.

It hit her. Oh, God.

She came.

Right on his lap.

Right against the thick heat of him under his sweats.

Yeongbin blinked. Looked down. Felt it—through layers but real. Sticky, hot, wet against him.

“…Did you just—” His voice cut off.

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

His hands gripped her hips now, tight and slow, dragging her back just enough to look.

"Y/N..." His voice was rough now, deeper, like gravel. “You came… on my lap?”

Her cheeks burned. She nodded once, barely.

Silence.

Then: a slow exhale through his nose, nostrils flaring.

“That wasn’t very polite,” he whispered, leaning in, lips brushing her ear. “You made a mess and didn’t even ask.”

She shivered. Legs trembling.

“You gonna clean it up now?” he murmured, voice turning dangerous. “Or should I make you come again and again ‘til you soak me proper?”

Title: “All Yours, Always Was” Pairing: Mean!Yeongbin x Inexperienced!Stalker!Reader Word Count: ~900 Tone: Dark, possessive, degrading, manipulative, obsessive, smut-heavy

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She watched him every day.

Yeongbin always walked the same path after his workouts—hood pulled low, headphones in, sleeves rolled up. He never noticed the girl two blocks behind, hands gripping the straps of her bag so tightly her knuckles went white, her breath short every time he turned his head just a little too fast.

She followed him like clockwork. Every day after class, every day after work. Always two blocks behind. Sometimes closer.

She knew his favorite drink from the corner store. Knew when he changed his hair. Knew he got a new scar over his collarbone after a fight, probably. She didn’t need to guess. She knew him. She had a private folder of videos, blurry but precious—taken from windows, across cafés, outside the gym.

She didn’t think she was doing anything wrong.

Until the day he stopped walking.

The moment was so surreal, so sudden, that she nearly ran into him. Her legs froze mid-step when he turned around.

"...You’re not very good at hiding, you know."

Her stomach dropped.

His voice was low. Calm. Almost... amused.

Her lips parted, but nothing came out.

Yeongbin took slow steps toward her, head tilted, gaze scanning every inch of her. His eyes narrowed. He looked at her like prey. No, like a toy.

“How long?” he asked, voice still soft. “Come on. Say it.”

She swallowed. Her throat burned. Her legs wanted to run, but her body stayed still. “...Since last fall,” she whispered.

His brows lifted in mock surprise. “A whole year?” A cruel smirk tugged at his lips. “That’s impressive. Pathetic. But impressive.”

She looked down, mortified—but a hand gripped her jaw and tilted her face up.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. His touch was firm. Controlling.

Her breath hitched.

“You want me so bad you followed me home. You’ve seen my skin. You know the way my voice sounds when I talk to other people. You don’t even know me,” he sneered, “but you want me inside you, don’t you?”

Her cheeks flamed. “I-I—”

“Don’t lie,” he said, stepping even closer. She could smell the faint trace of sweat, cologne, and something distinctly him. “You’re soaked right now, aren’t you?”

His fingers slid down her jaw, then her throat, then lower—pressing between her legs without warning.

She gasped. Her thighs instinctively squeezed together, but he was already pressing.

“Holy shit,” he laughed darkly. “You are. You’re drenched. All from just getting caught?”

Her face burned.

He leaned in, mouth brushing her ear. “Ever had someone touch you before?”

She couldn’t speak.

Yeongbin pulled back just enough to see her face. “No?” he said with a mocking pout. “That’s even cuter.”

He looked around casually. Then nodded his head toward the alley behind him. “Come here.”

“Wh-What—?”

“You want me so bad, right? You’ve earned it. Come here and let me use you.”

Her legs moved before her mind could protest.

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The alley was cold. Dirty. But none of that mattered when he shoved her back against the wall and kissed her like he owned her.

It was mean—teeth scraping, lips bruising, tongue demanding. He didn’t ease her into it. He overwhelmed her. He devoured every moan, every breath.

“You’re a creepy little thing, aren’t you?” he muttered as he kissed down her neck. “Filming me. Watching me. Getting off on just looking.”

She whimpered when his hand slid under her skirt.

He didn’t wait. He pushed her panties aside and dipped two fingers into her, slow at first—then deeper. Her knees buckled.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Tight little hole. You really haven’t had anyone, huh?”

“N-No,” she gasped, clutching at his shoulders. “Never—”

“You waited for me?”

She nodded frantically.

He grinned like a wolf.

“Of course you did.”

He pulled his fingers out and shoved them in her mouth. “Suck.”

She obeyed. Eyes wide, cheeks hollowing as she tasted herself. Her spit dripped around his knuckles. He watched, transfixed. Then laughed.

“You’re so fucking desperate,” he whispered, voice dangerous. “I could ruin you right now and you’d thank me.”

She moaned.

He unbuckled his belt, pulling his cock free without ceremony. Long, thick, flushed red. Her eyes widened—he caught the look.

“You’ll take it,” he said. “I don’t care if you cry.”

He turned her around, yanked her panties down, and didn’t give her a second more to prepare.

“Hold still.”

The stretch burned. It burned. She cried out, nails scratching the brick wall, and he just held her tighter by the hips.

“That’s it,” he growled. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She nodded through the tears. “Y-Yes...”

“Say it.”

“I wanted you... I wanted this—!”

His hips snapped forward. She screamed. His cock shoved deep—too deep.

“Fuck, you’re so small. Never been split open like this, huh?”

“N-No—ah—Yeongbin—!”

He gripped her hair and yanked her back against him.

“You belong to me now,” he growled. “You hear me? You don’t follow anyone else. You don’t look at anyone else.”

“I won’t—!” she sobbed.

His thrusts were brutal. Loud. Wet. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the alley, and she could feel her knees buckling with every snap of his hips.

“You’re gonna come on my cock like a good girl,” he snarled. “Then I’m gonna come inside you. So deep you feel me all week.”

Her stomach fluttered. Her mind was blank. Her thighs trembled as the pressure inside her snapped.

She came hard—legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream.

“Fuck—fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “You’re fucking mine—”

He shoved deep one last time and came with a low grunt, spilling thick and hot inside her.

Her walls clenched around him, milked him dry. His breath was ragged in her ear as he pressed flush against her back.

They stayed there for a moment—bodies slick, tangled, breathless.

Then he pulled out.

A wet slip followed by her shaky knees nearly collapsing.

His cum leaked down her thighs.

He caught her chin again, tilting her face up.

“Don’t wash it off,” he said. “Walk home like that.”

She blinked, dazed. “But—”

“If you’re gonna stalk me,” he said with a cruel grin, “you better act like you belong to me. Understand?”

She nodded.

Title: Cruel Intentions Pairing: Kim Yeongbin x Reader (Y/N) Word count: ~620 Content: Bully x sunshine dynamic, toxic tension, possessiveness, rough sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, mild degradation, reader thinks they’re friends, Yeongbin knows he’s obsessed, edging, aftercare Tone: Dark and intense, smut-heavy with an emotional undercurrent Setting: College AU

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Y/N was always smiling.

Too bright, too happy, too trusting—especially with him.

Kim Yeongbin watched her laugh with someone in the cafeteria, fingers curling tighter around his drink until the plastic creaked. She waved at him across the room, like he hadn't spent the last week making her life miserable. Like he hadn’t shoved her books off her desk in class or called her slow under his breath so only she could hear.

And like every time, she smiled.

He hated that smile.

He hated how she made it so easy for him to keep going.

And God, he hated that he couldn’t stop.

“Yeongbin!” Y/N chirped, jogging to catch up to him after class. “Wait up!”

He didn't slow down.

But she followed anyway, like she always did, throwing her bag over her shoulder with a bounce in her step. She was too close. She smelled like vanilla and shampoo, like the dorm showers and a life without guilt. He hated how small she looked beside him, how happy she was to walk with the guy who mocked her in lectures and copied her notes without asking.

“What do you want?” he muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“You forgot your USB drive,” she said, holding it up. “It was in the lab computer.”

He snatched it from her hand without thanks.

And she still smiled.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly.

Yeongbin stopped walking.

Y/N blinked up at him, suddenly aware that they were the only two in the hallway.

“Why do you keep following me?” he asked, voice low.

She tilted her head. “Because we’re friends?”

He stared at her. “You think I’m your friend?”

Her smile faltered for the first time.

“I mean…” she shrugged. “You always sit next to me. And you talk to me more than anyone else does. I know you tease me, but… I don’t mind.”

Tease.

God, she really didn’t get it.

Yeongbin stepped forward.

“You don’t mind?” he asked, voice quiet but sharp. “When I call you dumb? When I mess up your homework? When I tell you to shut up just for talking?”

Y/N swallowed. “You’re not serious when you say those things, right?”

He was too close now. One step, and her back hit the wall.

His breath fanned her cheek. “You really are clueless.”

But his voice was rough. Tired. Like he hated that she didn’t see it. Like she’d hurt him by smiling through everything.

“I don’t hate you,” she whispered, looking up at him. “I never did.”

“Maybe you should,” he muttered.

And then his mouth was on hers.

She gasped, but Yeongbin didn’t give her a chance to speak.

His tongue slid into her mouth, hot and demanding, and her hands flew to his chest out of instinct. He pinned her wrists to the wall, kissing her deeper, angrier—like he was trying to punish her for not pushing him away.

“You’re so fucking happy all the time,” he growled against her lips. “It pisses me off.”

“Yeongbin—” she whimpered, cheeks flushed.

“You think I’ve been teasing you?” he hissed, yanking her closer by the waist. “You think I push you around because I like you?”

“I—”

His hands slid down her sides, gripping her thighs and lifting her without warning. She gasped again, arms clinging to his shoulders as he pressed her against the wall. Her skirt rode up. His fingers traced the hem of her panties.

“I don’t tease, Y/N,” he whispered against her throat. “I want. And when I want something, I take it.”

He carried her to his dorm. The room was dark, the door slammed shut, and her backpack hit the floor.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered, eyes searching hers.

Y/N’s chest heaved. Her lip trembled.

But she didn’t say a word.

So he kissed her again—slower this time, his hands cupping her face like she was fragile. And then he broke the kiss and dropped to his knees.

“Yeongbin—!”

“Shh,” he said, dragging her panties down and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder. “Just let me.”

His tongue licked a slow stripe up her folds.

Y/N’s head fell back.

He devoured her like he needed it to breathe. Fingers digging into her thighs, mouth locked on her clit, pulling desperate whimpers from her throat with every flick. Her hips bucked and he held her tighter, moaning when she started dripping down his chin.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “So soft. So warm.”

“I-It feels weird—”

“You’ve never been eaten out before?”

She shook her head, dazed.

He laughed darkly. “Of course you haven’t.”

He slid a finger inside her—slow, deep—and watched her shiver.

“Still think we’re just friends?”

Her lips parted. Her thighs trembled.

But she still looked at him like he was something good.

That broke him.

Yeongbin stripped fast—shoving his shirt off, kicking his sweats down—and pulled a condom from his drawer.

“No,” Y/N whispered.

He froze.

She stepped closer, cheeks burning. “I-I want to feel it. All of it. Just… you.”

His cock twitched. He let the condom drop.

“Get on the bed.”

He started slow.

Pressing into her inch by inch, panting against her ear as her walls clenched around him. She was so tight, so warm and wet and perfect it made his head spin.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed. “You’re killing me.”

She whimpered, nails digging into his back.

“I can’t be gentle,” he warned.

“I don’t want gentle.”

That shattered his last bit of control.

Yeongbin grabbed her hips and started pounding into her like he meant to ruin her. Her moans turned high and helpless, her body rocked up the mattress with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

“You really thought I was mean to you for fun?” he panted. “You thought I said all that shit just to tease you?”

Y/N moaned, shaking her head.

“I said it because I couldn’t stand watching you smile at anyone else,” he snarled. “Because I wanted to be the only one who touched you, who looked at you, who fucking ruined you.”

Her pussy clenched, and he groaned deep.

“You like that?” he grunted. “You like it when I say dirty things to you?”

Her answer was a cry—loud, desperate—as her orgasm hit.

Yeongbin didn’t stop.

He pulled out and flipped her over, dragging her hips up and slamming into her from behind. His fingers tangled in her hair. Her eyes rolled back.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he warned. “I don’t care if you’re on the pill.”

“Y-Yeongbin—!”

“You wanted all of me, didn’t you?”

He fucked her harder, chasing his high until he finally buried himself deep and came with a groan, spilling inside her.

She collapsed against the sheets, shaking.

He kissed her back. Her shoulders. Her neck.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then she whispered, “You don’t hate me.”

He paused.

“No,” he said softly. “I don’t hate you.”

She turned her head, meeting his eyes.

“Then what is this?”

Yeongbin laid down beside her and pulled her close.

“I think it’s something I’ve been too much of a coward to say,” he murmured. “But I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

Y/N hesitated.

But she curled into his chest.

Still smiling.

Still trusting him.

And it made his heart hurt worse than anything else.

🍓 Title: "So Good for Me"

Pairing: Yeongbin x Innocent!Reader Genre: Smut, soft dom Yeongbin, virgin!reader, size kink, praise kink, slight corruption kink Word Count: ~1.5k Warnings: Explicit content (MDNI), first time, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, gentle dominance, aftercare, reader is very shy/inexperienced, Yeongbin is very sweet but also very filthy

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You didn’t mean to say it out loud. Not like that. Not in the quiet of his room, where the only light was from the streetlamp outside, catching the edge of his jaw. He looked so soft like that. So safe. And when his hand brushed over your stomach under your shirt, you whispered it without thinking.

"I’ve never... done anything. Not with anyone."

Yeongbin stilled. His eyes found yours, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to make sure you meant it. You felt tiny under his gaze, cheeks hot, legs already pressed together from the weight of his stare.

He didn’t tease. Didn’t smirk. Just brushed your hair behind your ear, voice low.

"You wanna try, baby?"

Your nod was so small it barely counted. But it was enough for him.

"I’ll take care of you," he murmured, kissing your temple. "I’ll go slow, yeah? You tell me if it’s too much."

And god, he did.

He laid you down like you were something delicate. Undressed you like you’d fall apart if he tugged too hard. Every new inch of skin was kissed and worshipped like it was a secret he was learning for the first time.

"So soft," he whispered, lips against your inner thigh. "You’re trembling, baby. Are you nervous?"

You nodded, fingers clenched in the sheets. Yeongbin’s hand covered yours.

"That’s okay. You’re doing so good already."

When his tongue found you, you gasped — hips jerking away on instinct, overwhelmed. He just chuckled softly, kissing the inside of your thigh again.

"Sensitive, huh?" he murmured. "That’s okay. I like that."

And he did. Licked and sucked and praised every inch of you, slow and steady, until your thighs were shaking around his shoulders and you couldn’t stop moaning. His fingers teased you next — just one at first, sliding in as you whimpered, then two, scissoring carefully while his voice grounded you.

"That’s it, angel. So tight around my fingers. You’re gonna take me so well."

You didn’t know how you were going to fit him — not with the way he looked above you, shirt off now, cock hard and heavy against his abs. But Yeongbin kissed your forehead and whispered,

"It’s okay, baby. I’ll go slow. Just wanna feel you. Just wanna make you mine."

The stretch burned, but his hand never left yours. His kisses didn’t stop — your jaw, your collarbones, the shell of your ear.

"You’re doing so good. So perfect for me. You were made for this, weren’t you?"

You nodded before you even thought about it, tears beading in your lashes from how full you felt. And he saw them. Brushed them away with the softest smile.

"Feels big, huh? But you’re taking me so well, baby. Look at you — letting me in like this."

He moved slowly, like he didn’t want to break you. And you were breaking — splitting apart under every roll of his hips, every filthy praise he breathed against your skin.

"So innocent. So sweet. Can’t believe you’re mine."

You came with his hand between your legs and his name in your mouth. And when you clenched around him like that, he cursed — voice low and wrecked.

"Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make sure you know who you belong to."

And when he did — when he spilled inside you with a groan and held you through it — you finally understood what it meant to be ruined gently.

Yeongbin cleaned you up afterward, voice still low, lips still warm.

"Next time," he whispered, tucking you against his chest, "you’ll ride me. Wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart."

🔞 NSFW Alphabet – Yeongbin (Weak Hero Class)

Tone: Intense, possessive, emotionally restrained but deeply loyal. You're the only softness he allows himself.

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A = Aftercare Yeongbin isn’t the type to coo or cuddle, but he always stays. He brings a damp towel, pulls you against his chest without a word, and doesn’t let go until your breathing calms. His way of caring is quiet but undeniable — running his fingers down your back, brushing your hair out of your eyes. It's not sweet. It's necessary.

B = Body Part (Favorite) On you: Your neck. He’s obsessed. Gripping it, biting it, watching it bruise. That vulnerable spot that makes you shiver under him — it drives him crazy. On him: His hands. He knows how much they affect you — the veins, the strength, the way they wrap around your throat or between your thighs. He uses them deliberately, with complete control.

C = Cum He likes to finish inside. Always. He watches it drip out, eyes dark with something between pride and possessiveness. There’s something almost primal in how he presses two fingers in to stop it from leaking — like he can’t stand the thought of losing even a drop.

D = Dirty Talk Low and rough in your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn’t say much — but what he says is devastating.

“You like being ruined, don’t you?” “You’re mine. Say it again.” He says your name like a warning, like a promise, like a threat.

E = Experience He’s not as experienced as someone like Suho, but what he lacks in numbers, he makes up for in intensity. When Yeongbin sleeps with you, it’s not casual — it’s consuming. He learns your body like it’s strategy, and once he’s inside you, he stays there.

F = Favorite Position From behind, over the sink, the bed, the wall — wherever he can watch you fall apart while holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises. But when he’s feeling possessive? Missionary with your wrists pinned, eye contact locked, and no room to run.

G = Goofy Not even close. Yeongbin doesn’t do playful in bed. He’s focused, deliberate, almost cold — until he’s unraveling with you. Then it’s ragged breaths, clenched fists, and a dangerous kind of softness in his eyes.

H = Hair He keeps his pubic hair trimmed — neat and low-maintenance, just like the rest of him. He doesn’t care much about yours, either. If you’re wet and begging for him, that’s all that matters.

I = Intimacy When he lets himself love you, it’s terrifying — for both of you. He doesn’t do halfway. His intimacy is shown through obsession, consistency, silent loyalty. The way he stares at you during sex like you’re the only thing keeping him grounded? That’s the closest he gets to “I love you.”

J = Jack Off He doesn’t do it often. When he does, it’s because you’ve driven him to the edge — teasing, distant, too far away. He’ll mutter your name through gritted teeth as he finishes, and immediately wish it had been your body instead of his hand.

K = Kinks

Choking & Breath Control – Controlled, not reckless. He loves the way you submit under his hand.

Ownership/Marking – Hickeys, bruises, cum inside you — he needs proof that you’re his.

Control – He’s always in charge. Always.

Overstimulation – He likes watching you cry from too much, too deep, too long.

Silent dominance – No shouting, no theatrics. Just raw, heavy presence.

L = Location He prefers private spaces — his room, your room, locked doors. But if the risk’s worth it? A fight left him bleeding and tense? He’ll press you up against a grimy alley wall and take what he needs.

M = Motivation He doesn’t get horny the way most guys do. He gets possessive. He sees someone else looking at you too long. You ignore his messages. You touch him and whisper his name like a plea — that’s what cracks him open.

N = No He would never degrade you in a way that felt truly cruel. He draws the line at anything that makes you feel unsafe or unloved. And if you ever said "stop," he’d freeze immediately — not because he’s scared, but because you matter more than the pleasure.

O = Oral Giving: Precise, focused. He doesn’t tease — he devours. One hand across your stomach to keep you still while he sucks your clit like a punishment. Receiving: He likes it, but he’s not needy. When he lets you, it’s with a quiet command and a hand tangled in your hair.

P = Pace Slow but punishing. He grinds in deep, over and over, making sure you feel everything. When he’s close? He’ll snap his hips so hard you can’t speak. No mercy.

Q = Quickies If you push him far enough — a quick touch, a soft moan, a risky kiss — he’ll drag you into the bathroom or press you up against a wall. He doesn’t say anything. He just takes.

R = Risk He’s calculated. But when he’s mad, or jealous, or starving for you? He’ll risk it. The alley behind the club, the stairwell at school, your hand in his under a restaurant table. You’re his addiction.

S = Stamina Insane. Quiet guys like him? Dangerous. He can go for hours. His self-control is brutal — he doesn’t stop until you’re sobbing and shaking, completely wrecked beneath him.

T = Toys He doesn’t use them often, but he has some. A vibrator for overstimulation. A collar you only wear when it’s just the two of you. His favorite toy, though, is his hand around your throat and his cock inside you.

U = Unfair Very. He loves teasing you until you’re crying — rubbing you slow, keeping you right at the edge, whispering “not yet.” And then when he finally gives it to you? It’s too much. And he doesn’t stop.

V = Volume He’s quiet. But not silent. His moans are deep, broken grunts. You’ll hear your name in a ragged growl. You’ll feel him breathe hard against your neck. And when he loses control? He curses under his breath, sharp and raw.

W = Wild Card If you ever called him “sir” in bed — even as a joke — he’d lose his mind. That word unlocks something dangerous in him. His eyes go black. His grip tightens. He’ll fuck you like he owns you until you forget how to speak.

X = X-Ray (Size) He’s thick. Not the longest, but the kind that stretches you slow, makes your stomach bulge, makes your thighs shake. He knows how to use it — and he watches your face like a hawk every time he slides in.

Y = Yearning It’s not just lust. Yeongbin aches for you. Quietly, violently, protectively. He doesn’t say “I miss you.” He shows up at your door. He kisses you like he needs you to live. He fucks you like he’s afraid you’ll leave.