ᛪ༙gist: ohyul has a breeding kink. not something he's necessarily proud to share as 'fun fact about himself'. or even one that he even knew he had until he met you.
꩜ breedingkink is abbreviated as bk! for simplicity.
bk! ohyul: what started as an accidentally forgetting to pull out on time became a habit he's become obsessed with repeating. maybe it’s his poorly veiled possessiveness that shows up in these moments. the idea that it’s his come filling you up and no one else’s.
bk! ohyul: who would lazily use the tip of his dick to spread it inside you. an oddly fascinating view. there’s the thrill of pushing back the excess cum straight into you. letting it coat your walls. letting it drip down your thighs. he'd use his fingers sometimes too. and watch the way you'd squirm at the stink sensation. sensitive from the overuse.
bk! ohyul: who won’t even completely remove your panties but rather prefers you have them on. just pushed to your side so his releases lands on them and he can store it to future memory. sort of like a token. he'd buy you extra pairs just to get another chance to ruin them
bk! ohyul: who switches position just to see his cum run down your thighs. like when you're laying on your back, your hips hoisted against his thigh and he's using his strength to lock your waist in place. he drills into you in precise points and your body reacts equally.
when you'd get shy as youd sometimes do. his stare too intense. a pillow thrown over your face so you can hide just for a moment. but ohyul hates that more than anything. he wants to see you. wants to watch both sets of your lips .
bk! ohyul: who makes it his mission to not come before you do. he's done it once before and hated it. of course he'd always make sure you get your own release if it happens.
he knows how to pull it out of you easier. knows that you get a thrill from having him biting the soft skin below your jaw, just above your collarbone. how you clench automatically when his teeth indents on your skin. the way you'd whine out the longest moan and he'd smile in between the bites.
bk! ohyul: who doesn't really like the idea of being a parent right now. when you're both so young and have goals for your careers. really it's the intimacy of it all. how he'll sneak in a quickly at events and him knowing that you're sitting with his loads between your thighs as you greet his friends politely.
that sort of feeling rather than the physical act of conceiving a baby.
bk! ohyul: who after a slight argument wants to convince himself and you that you still belong to him. that no one else gets this side of you. no one else can you make a mess out of you this way.
I think about sohee fingering you way too much. The way he would finger you deep and hard, laying down next to you with his mouth all over your tits. He would have you already undressed from head to toe while he barely took his shirt down. Your breast would be covered in spit and marks from his messy work. His busy hand would be working you out, opening you up and reaching for your g-spot, with his thumb playing with your swollen clit, while his other hand is gripping into your hip,hard. Occasionally his mouth would travel up to your neck, peppering wet kisses. He would also praise you, his good girl, his baby, for being so docile, responsive and wet to his touch. When you finally come, it would be his turn to take his pants off, and to start rubbing his throbbing cock against your abused clit. The overstimulating sensation would leave you whining and crying. When he finally come all over your swollen pussy he would push his cum deep into you and spank you when you would moan too loudly. After this he would put your clothes back on and lay down hugging you and dozing off to sleep.
contains : mutual pining, friends-to-lovers, camgirl reader, soft dom anton, praise, light possessiveness, lots of tension, consensual and very sweet
word count : 2,089
notes : requested :3
tonight you were setting up for a special stream. you had been nervous all day, biting your lip and fidgeting while anton helped adjust the ring lights.
“are you sure you want to do this with me on camera?” you asked softly, cheeks already pink. “we do not have to… it might make things weird.”
anton swallowed hard. his cock had been half-hard for the past hour just from watching you get ready in your pretty baby pink lingerie set.
“i want to,” he said, voice a little rough. “if you are comfortable with it.”
you nodded shyly and started the stream.
at first it was just you teasing the viewers, doing cute little poses while anton stayed off-camera. but the chat kept asking for the “mystery guy” you had mentioned before. you looked at him with big nervous eyes. he gave you a small nod.
he stepped into frame.
the chat exploded.
anton sat behind you on the bed, tall frame making you look tiny as he wrapped his arms around your waist. he rested his chin on your shoulder and waved shyly at the camera, cheeks flushed.
“hi everyone,” he said softly, voice deep. “i am… helping my friend tonight.”
you giggled nervously and leaned back against his chest. anton’s hand slowly slid up your stomach, fingers brushing the underside of your bra. the chat went wild.
“you are so pretty,” he whispered in your ear, loud enough for the mic to catch. “my pretty girl.”
he kissed your neck while his hands roamed, squeezing your tits through the lingerie. you whimpered softly and the sound made him groan. he turned your face gently and kissed you on camera — slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours while his hands tugged the bra down.
the viewers were going crazy with tips.
anton pulled back, lips shiny, and looked straight into the camera with dark eyes. “she is mine tonight,” he said possessively, then turned back to you. “can i take this off, baby?”
you nodded, breathing fast. he unclipped your bra and tossed it aside, hands immediately cupping your bare tits. he pinched your nipples gently, rolling them between his fingers while you moaned and squirmed in his lap.
“so sensitive,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder. “look how pretty you are when you moan for me.”
he slid one hand down and pushed your panties aside, rubbing slow circles on your clit. you were soaked. anton groaned at how wet you were and slipped two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly.
the wet sounds filled the room. you cried out, head falling back against his chest as he fingered you on camera, slow and deep.
“that is it, baby. let them hear how good you sound,” he whispered, voice husky. “my pretty camgirl. so wet just from my fingers.”
you came hard with a shy, broken moan, thighs shaking. anton kept fingering you through it, kissing your neck the whole time.
“good girl,” he praised, then pulled his fingers out and brought them to your mouth. you sucked them clean obediently while he watched with dark eyes.
the chat was spamming.
anton could not wait anymore. he pulled his sweatpants down, freed his hard cock, and rubbed the tip against your soaked entrance.
“want me inside you, baby?” he asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.
“yes— please anton—”
he pushed in slowly, groaning as your tight heat surrounded him. once he bottomed out he stayed there for a second, letting the viewers see how deep he was.
then he started fucking you.
deep, steady thrusts that made your tits bounce and your moans fill the room. he held your hips with big hands, guiding you on his cock while whispering filthy sweet things in your ear.
“you feel so good… my perfect girl… taking my cock so well on camera…”
you came again with a loud cry, clenching around him. anton fucked you through it, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back. he pushed your legs wide open and slid back inside, pounding harder while looking straight at the camera.
“she is mine,” he growled possessively. “this pretty pussy belongs to me.”
he rubbed your clit fast and you came one last time, sobbing his name. anton followed right after, burying himself deep and filling you up with thick hot cum while moaning softly.
he stayed inside you for the ending, kissing you gently on camera while cum leaked out around his cock.
the stream ended and anton immediately closed the laptop.
the room was quiet except for both of you breathing hard. he pulled you into his arms, suddenly shy again, cheeks bright red.
“was that okay?” he whispered, hiding his face in your neck. “i got a little… carried away.”
you giggled softly and hugged him tighter. “it was perfect. i loved it.”
he smiled against your skin but you could feel how nervous he was.
the morning after
you woke up tangled in anton’s arms, sunlight streaming through the curtains. his long body was wrapped around yours like he was scared you would disappear. the second you stirred he woke up too, blinking sleepily.
the memories of last night hit both of you at the same time.
anton’s face turned bright red. he pulled the blanket over his head with a shy groan.
“oh my god… we did that on camera,” he mumbled, voice muffled. “i said all those things… in front of hundreds of people…”
you giggled and tugged the blanket down, revealing his flushed face and messy hair. “you were really hot though.”
he peeked at you with one eye, still blushing like crazy. “you think so? i was so nervous the whole time… but i could not stop touching you. you looked too cute.”
you buried your face in his chest, equally shy. “i was so embarrassed when you said i was yours in front of everyone… but i liked it. a lot.”
anton let out a relieved laugh and pulled you closer, legs tangling with yours. “i meant it. i do not want to go back to just friends. i want you. for real.”
you looked up at him with big shy eyes. “me too… i have liked you for so long.”
he smiled that soft dimpled smile and kissed you gently, morning breath and all. when he pulled back his cheeks were still pink.
“so… are we boyfriend and girlfriend now?” he asked, voice small and hopeful.
you nodded, giggling. “yes please.”
anton made a happy little sound and rolled on top of you, kissing you all over your face while you laughed and squirmed.
“good,” he whispered between kisses. “because i am never deleting that stream. i am going to watch it when i miss you.”
you gasped and slapped his chest lightly. “anton!”
he laughed and hid his face in your neck again, ears bright red. “sorry… i am still a little perverted when it comes to you.”
you hugged him tighter, heart full. “good. i like my perverted boyfriend.”
anton groaned happily and held you close, already thinking about what kind of content you could make together next.
contains : heavy sacrilegious/religious kink, blasphemy, possessive jealous anton, corruption, rough sex, choking, slapping, creampie, degradation + praise, super pathetic crybaby reader, crying, evil perverted anton, public humiliation during service, consensual but very intense
word count : 2,156
notes : got very carried away ….. requested :3
anton was the golden child of the church.
every sunday he stood beside his father at the pulpit in his crisp white button-up, smiling that gentle, dimpled smile while the entire congregation whispered about what a perfect, godly young man he was. he led the youth bible study, carried the offering plates with humility, and always had kind words for everyone.
but you knew the real anton.
the one who would drag you into the back room of the church and fuck the holiness right out of you like the devil himself.
tonight after the evening service you had only been talking to one of the new youth group boys, laughing politely at something harmless while you waited for anton to finish helping his dad. you felt the shift in the air the second it happened. that heavy, burning stare from across the room.
anton’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, even as he kept that perfect polite smile plastered on his face for everyone else.
the second the last person left and you were alone in the storage room behind the sanctuary, he snapped.
his hand wrapped around your throat and slammed you against the wall so hard the old wooden cross hanging nearby rattled.
“you let him stand that close to you?” he hissed, voice low and venomous. “laughing with him like a little whore right in my father’s church? in front of me?”
tears instantly welled in your eyes. “i-i’m sorry, anton… we were just talking, i didn’t mean anything by it—”
“you didn’t mean anything?” he laughed coldly, tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make you whimper. “you are mine. you do not talk to other boys. you do not laugh at their stupid jokes. you do not even look at them. you worship me. only me.”
you started crying harder, pathetic little sobs slipping out as you nodded frantically. “i worship you… only you… i’m sorry, i’m so pathetic, please—”
anton’s eyes darkened with pure perverse satisfaction at your tears. he shoved your skirt up roughly and ripped your panties aside, fingers sliding through your soaked folds.
“already dripping like a slut in the house of god,” he mocked, shoving three long fingers inside you without warning. “crying because you know you deserve to be punished. you get off on making me jealous, don’t you? my dirty little church whore.”
“no— yes— i don’t know—” you sobbed, hips grinding desperately on his fingers like the pathetic mess you were. “i’m sorry… i’m your pathetic girl… please fuck me, i need you—”
he laughed darkly and pulled his fingers out, spinning you around and bending you over the old wooden table stacked with dusty hymn books. he yanked your skirt up to your waist and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, no mercy at all.
you cried out loud, the stretch burning so good it made fresh tears spill down your face. anton did not give you even a second to adjust — he just started fucking you hard and mean, hips snapping relentlessly while one hand fisted your hair and the other covered your mouth.
“quiet, you pathetic slut,” he growled, pounding into you deeper. “we are in church. imagine if my father walked in right now and saw his perfect son destroying his little crybaby girlfriend right behind the sanctuary.”
you moaned desperately against his palm, pushing back on his cock like you could not get enough. every brutal thrust made you sob louder. anton leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered the most disgusting things.
“that’s it. cry for me. cry because my cock is the only god you need. not jesus. not my father. me. i am the one who owns this pathetic pussy. i am the one who gets to ruin you.”
he slapped your ass hard, then reached around to rub your clit roughly. you came with a muffled scream, shaking and clenching around him so tight he groaned. but anton did not stop. he fucked you through it like a man possessed, pulling your hair harder.
“you think you can talk to other boys? laugh with them?” he snarled, hips snapping even harder. “i should fuck you right on the altar next time. let everyone see what a desperate whore you are for the pastor’s son.”
you were a complete wreck — sobbing, drooling, legs shaking as he ruined you. anton finally pulled out, spun you around, and lifted you onto the table. he pushed your legs wide open and slammed back inside, hand wrapping around your throat as he stared into your tear-filled eyes.
“look at me while i breed you,” he demanded, voice evil and sweet at the same time. “tell me who you worship while i fill this crying pussy up.”
“you— you— i worship you, anton— only you—” you wailed, crying harder from the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation. “i’m your pathetic slut— please cum inside me— i need it—”
anton’s eyes rolled back at your broken words. he fucked you even harder, choking you lightly while he chased his high.
“good girl. such a pathetic, crying mess for me. this is what you get for making me jealous. gonna pump you so full of my cum you will be leaking during sunday service. everyone will see what a dirty girl the pastor’s son is fucking.”
you came again with a broken sob, squirting all over his cock. anton groaned loudly and buried himself deep, filling you with thick hot ropes of cum while he watched your tear-stained face with pure twisted satisfaction.
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, grinding slowly to push his cum deeper. he wiped your tears with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.
“you cry so fucking pretty when i ruin you,” he whispered, voice soft but still evil. “my perfect pathetic crybaby.”
he finally pulled out carefully and watched his cum drip down your thighs with dark satisfaction. then he pulled you into his arms, cradling your trembling body against his chest like you were precious.
the monster melted away and your sweet anton came back, kissing your wet cheeks and forehead so tenderly.
“you are mine,” he whispered lovingly, stroking your hair. “no one else gets to make you laugh. no one else gets to stand close to you. you belong to me. understand?”
you nodded weakly, still sniffling and full of his cum. “yes… i’m yours… only yours…”
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the next morning during sunday service you were sitting in the front pew like always, right where everyone could see you.
anton stood beside his father at the pulpit, looking like the perfect pastor’s son in his white shirt and gentle smile. but every time his eyes found you, that dark, evil smirk flashed for just a second.
you were a mess.
his cum was still leaking out of you slowly, soaking your panties and making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. every time you moved you felt it drip a little more, warm and sticky between your thighs. you tried to keep still but it was impossible. the constant reminder of what he did to you last night made you blush and tear up again.
anton noticed.
his gaze kept drifting back to you during the sermon, eyes gleaming with perverted satisfaction while he read from the bible in that calm, holy voice. you could see the way his jaw tightened when you squirmed, the way his fingers gripped the podium a little harder.
you were crying quietly by the middle of the service, tears slipping down your cheeks as you tried to focus on the words. the shame and the overwhelming fullness made you feel so pathetic, so owned.
when the service finally ended and people started filing out, anton made his way straight to you. he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder in front of everyone, the picture of the perfect son.
“are you okay?” he asked sweetly, voice loud enough for nearby people to hear. but his thumb brushed your neck in a secret little caress, right over the faint mark he left last night.
you nodded, voice tiny and shaky. “yes… just… a little overwhelmed.”
he smiled that dimpled smile and leaned down to whisper in your ear, voice low and filthy so only you could hear.
“good. keep my cum inside you like a good girl. i want you sitting here leaking for me the whole service next week too.”
you whimpered pathetically and more tears fell. anton kissed your forehead like the perfect boyfriend he pretended to be, then walked away with that calm, godly smile.
but you knew the truth.
he was already planning exactly how he would ruin you again the second the church emptied.
anton was obsessed with you in the most disgusting way.
it was not even the moans or the whimpers during sex that got him the worst (though those destroyed him too). it was the tiny, everyday noises you made without thinking.
the soft little hum when you stretched in the morning.
the sleepy sigh when you cuddled into his chest.
the small “mmh?” when he called your name.
the gentle giggle when something was barely funny.
even the way you breathed sometimes.
he was completely, pathetically addicted.
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last night you had been half-asleep on the couch, head in his lap. you let out the smallest, softest sigh as you shifted, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh.
anton’s cock twitched instantly.
he pulled you up into his lap so fast you squeaked. that little sound made him throb painfully. he buried his face in your neck, hands sliding under your shirt while he ground his hard cock against your ass.
“you make the prettiest noises,” he mumbled, already pushing your shorts aside. “even when you are just breathing… i get so fucking hard.”
he fucked you right there on the couch, slow and deep, chasing every whimper and gasp you made until you were both shaking and he filled you up with a broken moan.
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the next morning you were still curled up in bed, half-asleep and warm under the blankets. anton woke up first, like always, and the second he heard you he was gone.
you made the tiniest sleepy noise — a soft, breathy little “mmh…” as you shifted closer to him, face nuzzling into his chest. your lips parted with a quiet sigh, then another small hum when his arm wrapped around you.
anton’s cock hardened so fast it almost hurt.
he stayed still for a moment, just listening. every tiny sleepy sound you made went straight to his dick. you sighed again, softer this time, and rubbed your cheek against his bare chest like a kitten.
“fuck… baby,” he whispered, voice already wrecked. his hand slid down your body slowly, cupping your ass and pulling you closer until his hard cock was pressed between your thighs.
you were still half asleep, making those sweet little unconscious noises every time you moved. anton could not take it anymore.
he gently rolled you onto your back, spreading your legs and settling between them. you stirred a little, letting out another soft “mmh?” but your eyes stayed closed.
“shhh, go back to sleep, pretty girl,” he murmured, kissing your neck. “just let me use you for a second… your sleepy sounds are driving me crazy.”
he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed his leaking tip against your entrance. you were still a little wet from last night. he slid in slowly, groaning quietly as your warmth surrounded him.
you made the cutest sleepy whimper when he bottomed out, eyebrows furrowing slightly. anton’s hips twitched at the sound.
“that’s it… make those noises for me,” he whispered, starting to thrust slow and deep. every gentle roll of his hips pulled another tiny moan or sigh out of you, even while you were barely awake.
he buried his face in your neck, breathing you in while he fucked you lazily. “you have no idea what you do to me… just sighing in your sleep and i am this hard. such a dangerous little girlfriend.”
your breathing changed as you slowly woke up, turning into soft whimpers every time he hit that perfect spot. anton groaned and sped up just a little, one hand sliding between you to rub your clit.
“keep making those sounds, baby. please. i love them so much.”
you finally blinked awake, eyes glassy and confused but needy. “anton…?”
“good morning, pretty,” he whispered, kissing you deep as he kept thrusting. “you were making the cutest sleepy noises and i could not help it… you sounded too good.”
you moaned softly and wrapped your legs around him, still half-asleep but letting him use you however he wanted. anton fucked you a little harder, chasing the little gasps and whimpers falling from your lips.
“gonna cum inside you,” he panted against your mouth. “want to fill my noisy girl up while she is still all sleepy and cute.”
you came with a soft, broken cry, clenching around him. anton followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low groan, hips twitching as he filled you up.
afterwards he stayed inside you, collapsing on top of your smaller body and nuzzling into your neck. his arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand gently stroking your hair.
“sorry baby… your sleepy sounds are my weakness,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. “i heard you sigh and hum and i got so hard i could not wait.”
you giggled sleepily, still full of him. “pervert.”
anton smiled shyly but hugged you tighter. “only for you. every single noise you make… even the tiny ones when you are half asleep… they all belong to me.”
he pressed another kiss to your lips, then another, already getting hard again just from the soft little hum you made against his mouth.
“think you can give me a few more sounds before breakfast, baby?”
