warnings: 🔞!!! slight breeding kink?, no protection, talk of birth control, yeonjun calls reader baby, creampie, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 1.2k
an: a little something for yeonjuns bday! not proofread sorry! feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]
It wasn't a big deal when you suggested ditching condoms. the two of you on a facetime call while you sat alone in your apartment studying. yeonjun had been tasked by his roommates to pick a few things they had forgotten to grab for dinner. picking up the phone with a single question for you since he was already at the store.
“I don’t remember if I left any spare condoms at your place and I know I'm out at mine after the last time you were over,”
“um let me check,” and even though you didn’t live together you both had drawers of things at the other apartment. spare changes of clothes, toiletries, and random pieces of jewelry found in every nook and cranny. you shuffled over to your side first checking and coming up empty. When you pulled open yeonjuns drawer you found the little empty box holding it up in front of your phone to show him, “Nope all used up,” you crumpled the thin cardboard tossing it in the bin next to your desk.
“I'll pick up a box for mine and a box for yours,” you could see him examining the fruit second in front of him,“how do you know if you’re grabbing good apples?” he asks at the same time you say, “I mean you don’t have to,”
you had already set your phone back up against your open laptop, pen in hand ready to get back to going over your notes when he muttered a soft, “what?” it was the way he had said it that made you look up. all efforts toward picking out the right fruit were gone as he thought over whether he had heard you right or not.
“I mean I've been on my birth control for a few months now but it’s just a suggestion if you’re more comfortable with condoms still that's fine too,”
“No, I'll just leave them off the list then,” and he was back to looking at the apples, brows furrowed and his jaw tight, “and i'll just pick up strawberries instead,”
it was the end of that conversation and you didn’t think about it much, you two had been having sex for longer than you expected the two of you to last without ditching condoms so it seemed so natural a progression. The fact you two hadn’t forgotten once or twice to come prepared was something to be a little proud of. and when you wished yeonjun a safe drive back home hanging up your call you didn't think you would hear back from him until after dinner.
To your surprise, you got a knock on your door and he was standing right in front of you. “what are you doing here I thought-“
“I just dropped off whatever I got I couldn’t stay there,”
you pulled open the door letting him in, “why? I thought you had been excited for-,” you had only just twisted the lock when he had you pinned against the door. hands cupping your cheeks as he pressed his lips to yours, you almost couldn't catch your breath, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt letting him have control.
“You can’t drop a bombshell and not reap the consequences,” he mutters in between kisses, lips working down your jaw, nipping at your skin.
“bombshell? jjunie what are you talking about?” but you realize almost as soon as the words are out of your mouth aided by the way his erection is pushed against you. “oh,” you breathe, his hips rocking against yours for friction. how you didn’t realize the switch in his demeanor as soon as you made the suggestion was lost on you, but it was exactly the look he gave when teased him in public, all his short answers and slight pout making sense now.
“I need you so bad,” his hands already pushing into the waistband of your shorts. the two of you stumbled to your room and when the back of your legs hit the bed you fell back taking him along with you.
In all the time you've been together yeonjun never skipped out on getting you off at least once before having you get off another time on his cock. only he was frantic in stripping you down, your hand instinctively reaching out to the nightstand only for your wrist to be caught in his grasp, “all out,” he reminds you free hand circling your clit, dipping along your folds to check how wet you are.
“habit,” you gasp, spreading your legs, rolling your hips to try and meet his fingers but he pulls his hand away to grab his aching cock.
as soon as he presses into you, you can tell the difference, the both of you letting out deep moans. every slow inch stretching you out, no barrier as you feel every ridge and vein. you’re practically sucking him in, his hips stuttering in their thrusts at the feeling of bottoming out, his face is pressed into your neck as he tries to calm himself, tell himself to take it slow but you’re a little devil as you mutter, “are you going to pump me full of your cum?”
you can feel his moan rumble through his chest, cock twitching inside you at the question. he doesn't even care if he seems desperate because he is, he won't ever hide that he wants you. “yes,” he nods, moving so that he notches the back of your knees in the crook of his elbows. “I'm going to make you fucking sticky with how much comes out,”
you’re completly stuffed full of his cock, hips snapping into yours as he picks up the pace, the soft slapping sounds growing louder and louder, the angel you’re at sends him right to you gspot, your head rolling back as you reach out to grab his biceps, nails digging into his skin. your orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach as yeonjun mumbles, “Beg, beg me for my cum,”
“Please, please, I need it jjunie, I want to be stuffed full of it,” his hair is stuck to his brow, his moans building up in his throat as he gets sloppy with his thrusts. “I'm going to fuck you full of it baby,” he gives a particularly hard thrust that sends you over the edge, pussy convulsing around him as you cum.
“I'm gonna-“ he can’t even get the words out before his eyes are rolling back all his muscles tensing as he cums, body trembling as he shoots his hot load inside you every slow thrust pushing it further and further into you. his orgasm lasts so much longer than usual, the intensity shocking him as he presses himself against you, holding you as close as he can.
“fuck,” he says against your pulse trying to catch his breath, “I didn’t think i’d cum so fast,” you can’t help but giggle bushing your fingers through his hair. When he finally pulls out he looks in amazement, “Push it out baby,” thumb rubbing at your clit making you twitch as he watches how your mixed wetness drips down and out of you.
“I've wanted to see that for so long” he slides his fingers through your folds picking up as much of his cream as he can before shoving it right back into you, your knees trying to close in at the sensation. “just look at that,” he whispers looking at all the sticky slick on his fingers, “I could get used to this,”
warnings: sub gyu, not proof read, mostly spicy but not sure if it’s nsfw-?, love bites, nipple sucking-? (LMAO is that a warning?? I dunno i’m new to this)
short little drabble below~
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you’ve got his hips straddled down pressed into the soft bed, kissing him down into the pillow cupping his soft and already rosy cheeks >_< your hands moves down his face to his neck squeezing at it softly rubbing up and down his neck which makes him let out the cutest high pitched moan straight into your lips~ your hands now trail down his neck to his arms pinning his wrists down on either side of his head his biceps slightly flexing at the feeling ^-^
your lips peppered kisses down his now bruised and plump lips to his neck, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down with each whiny little gasp and moan
so you then latch your already swollen lips to his Adam’s apple kissing and biting … your tongue licking against his sweet skin~
kissing down to his biceps that he’s been working so hard to maintain~ kissing at them softly, his whimpers and whines so cute.. just makes you wanna keep going~
tugging at his shirt he pulled it off so pliantly.. exposing off his pretty little toned body trailing your hands down his body and cupping his rib cage.. kissing down his chest and sucking on his pretty red nipples, making him whine and buck his hips- so worked up just from a few kisses?~
he is your childhood best friend, the boy with the softest eyes and the warmest hands. everyone thinks you're already dating, but you've both been to scared to say it out louder. until one day, he brushes your hair behind your ear and says your name like a confession.
"do you ever think about us?"
"all the time"
yeonjun - enemies to lovers
he is your rival at the publishing internship— snarky, stylish, and annoyingly good at everything. you swear he lives to one-up you in meeting and steal the last coffee pod. but when you both get signed to co-write a feature, hate turns to banter, banter turns to tension, and tension... well, you know the rest.
"you rewrite my sentences one more time and I'm filing a complaint"
"only if you stop pretending you don't love it when I challenge you."
beomgyu - soulmates reunited
you meet him at a street festival— he's playing guitar, laughing like the world's always been good to him. but the moment your eyes lock, it's like deja vu. flashes of other lives, other times. he remembers the dreams too. maybe soulmates always find each other... again and again.
"do you believe in past lives?"
"I think I've loved you in all of them."
taehyun - one-sided love
you've love him quietly for years- through his heartbreaks, his dreams, his late-nights rants about life and lyrics. he calls you his favorite person, but never the one. still, yo stay, smiling through the ache, because having part of him feels better than having none at all.
"do you ever wish things were different?"
"only every time I look at you."
huening kai - love at first sight
he spills his bubble tea on your book in the campus library and apologizes with the kind of smile that makes you brain short-circuit. you end up talking about stars, favorite snacks, and dreams that feel too big. and somehow, it all feels like the start of something unforgettable.
Yeonjun misses you. Misses you so so so bad, hates when he has to be away from you. Texts you over and over and over again that he wishes you were with him, pouts to his members when you reply that he’ll be home in a few days and it’ll be ok.
He knows it’s true, two more days in Japan and he’ll be back in your arms, but here; alone in his hotel room he’s so overwhelmed with missing you tears well up in his eyes.
You pick up his facetime almost immediately, your tired, pretty features making him miss you more. “Awe..” You coo, kissing your screen. “My Junnie is crying.”
“I miss you.” His frown hurts. “My heart hurts.”
“I miss you too! So excited for you to come home!” You shift, so innocently, just trying to get comfortable but your pretty tits come into his view and Yeonjun is reminded of another thing he misses. “You’ve got my perfume, spray it on your pillow it might help you sleep.”
The tank top you’re wearing is so thin, pretty nipples almost completely visible through the fabric. “Yeah… that’s a good idea.” He doesn’t tell you he’s already drenched his bed and clothes in it, or that he’s quickly getting hard in his pants.
“Three days, Junnie, you’ll make it.” You move again, yawning and stretching and putting your body on display for him. “I miss you too, I had your hoodie on earlier but it’s too hot for it.”
Surely you won’t notice his hand slipping into his waistband. “We’re coming back a day early this time, so only two.” You make a noise in the back of your throat, eyes going wide as you smile out a yay.
“Really!” Your face presses closer at the same time his hand wraps around his achy cock. “That’s great! I can’t wait!” He can’t either, tempted to book a plane ticket and rush back to you now. “Are you guys having fun in Japan? Do any shopping before the concert?”
“Ye-yeah, I got you some stuff.” Another little noise and his hand slowly tugs upwards in his dick. “A sh- A shirt and some makeup from don quixote.”
“Awe, thank you.” Yeonjun’s hips jump, your hand would feel so much better, any part of you would feel better. Your tits are in his view again and the thought of fucking them draws a whine out of him, stopping you mid sentence. “You ok?”
“Yeah..” His voice is unstable, hand speeding up as you raise an eyebrow. “I’m jus-t tired and miss y-you.” His thumb swipes over his tip and another whine is pulled out of him.
“I guess I should hang up if you’re so tired.” You pull away from the camera, perfect boobs finally on full display for him. He wishes he was there to see them in person, too squeeze and lick and kiss and fuck.
Yeonjun panics a little, hand stopping as you try to say goodnight. “No- no, I want to hear your voice.” He rolls onto his stomach, hips hitting against the mattress. “Need to hear your voice. I just miss you so much.” His phone slips out of his as he reaches for a perfume-soaked pillow, groaning as your smell fills his brain.
“Do you feel good, Junnie?” You coo, seeming to have caught on to him. “Pick me up, I want to see.” Yeonjun props his phone against the bed frame, sitting up to show you his erection. “Look at that, so hard.”
“I miss you. Want to fuck your tits so bad.” You kiss your teeth, free hand cupping your boob and jiggling it a little. “Wanna cum all over them n’ then fuck your pretty cunt.”
“Show me how you’d do it, Junnie.” He picks up the pillow again, folding it in half and sliding his weeping dick between the fold. His knuckles turn white with his grip, hips rolling into the pillow. “Does it feel as good as me?”
“No.” He laughs, hips hitting the pillow harder. “Your cunt is so fucking warm, makes me feel like my dick is gonna melt, and your skin his so soft in my hands. It’s just fucking heaven to fuck you, nothing will ever come close.” You blush at his words, cooing about how sweet he is.
Yeonjun’s hips drop moving to rut against the mattress again, he can feel pressure building up, your pretty face and tits edging his release. “I wanna see you cum, Junnie.” His orgasm hits him then and there, shoulders sagging as he cums over the cotton sheets.
“Fuck- fuck I wish you were here.” His hips slow as he calms down, using his hand to milk out every last bit of cum. “Feels like a waste when my perfect girlfriend looks so pretty covered in my cum.”
summary: alone on a saturday night, you stumble upon a camboy's stream by pure accident. what begins as innocent curiosity spirals into an irresistible addiction, especially when he seems to notice you among the thousands. and when he reaches out to you personally... you realize that some fantasies are too tempting to leave behind.
pairing: camboy!yeonjun x fem!reader
genre: smut, strangers to lovers, slight angst (insecurity), heavy tension, slow burn turned fast, eventual public sex (streamed), slight exhibitionism.
warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), camboy themes, masturbation (m and f), sexting, sextalk, blowjob, vaginal sex, multiple positions, dirty talk, slight choking, spanking, use of sex toys, praise + possessiveness, masking identities (reader wears a mask, yeonjun wears sunglasses) during public stream, emotional insecurity (reader worried about appearance), reader is implied to be inexperienced or shy, mild degradation (very soft, mostly praise kink), slight breeding kink talk, heavy mentions of viewer comments/donations.
wc: 4,6k
notes: baby, thank you so much for this amazing request, i was blushing like crazy thinking about all the ways i could handle the story, wow, not gonna lie, my favorite request ever, bae, yeonjun camboy is such a concept 😭💗
it’s saturday night, and the house is dead quiet.
your parents left earlier for some family dinner party—you had no interest in small talk with distant cousins or watching your dad argue about politics over cheap wine. your brother, predictably, is out with his girlfriend, probably halfway into some movie or already making out in his car. either way, he’s not coming home anytime soon.
you’ve got the whole house to yourself. all night.
at first, it felt nice—freedom. silence. you curled up on the couch, made popcorn, browsed netflix like it was an olympic sport. but after an hour of half-watching three different movies, nothing could hold your attention. not even the romcoms with shirtless leads.
you switched to tiktok. scrolled. scrolled more. a couple thirst traps. a couple puppies. nothing hit.
you huffed and opened your laptop, fingers drifting without purpose. maybe a gameplay stream would help pass time. something soft. chill. maybe even fall asleep to it.
you searched “streamers live now” and clicked a random site link that looked slightly sketchy.
only—it wasn’t for gaming.
the homepage was dark. black background, bright red accents. pulsing icons and neon outlines. bold letters reading “18+ only. enter responsibly.”
you blinked. hesitated. your heart kicked once in your chest.
then curiosity won.
you clicked.
the page opened with a grid of livestream thumbnails. too many skin tones. too many soft moans bleeding through overlapping audio. most thumbnails showed women—arched backs, lace underwear, fingers between thighs. the kind of content you’d only ever dared to peek at by accident.
you licked your bottom lip without realizing. eyes glued to the screen.
and then you saw him.
a stream titled “just chillin’”. the thumbnail was cropped just below the neck, showing a toned chest in a tight black tank top, arms flexed casually as he leaned back in a gamer chair. loose, light-wash jeans slung low on narrow hips, exposing a hint of red boxers.
his username: yawnzzn.
something about it made your fingers freeze.
there weren’t too many viewers inside. only a few hundred, way less than the others. maybe that was better. maybe you wouldn’t get noticed.
you clicked the stream.
your screen went black for a moment—then it loaded.
he was talking already, laughing softly, the kind of voice that scraped low and slow against your ears. the room was mostly dark, lit only by the glow of his monitor and faint neon strips behind his desk. it cast shadows across his collarbones, the slope of his shoulders.
you quickly plugged in your headphones, pulse jumping.
he leaned forward, adjusting something on the desk, and that’s when the camera caught his chin. his mouth.
his lips were plush, pink, and curved into a lazy smirk.
your whole body froze when you heard it:
“huh,” he chuckled. “who’s ‘babygrl87’?”
your username.
your dumb, randomly chosen username.
you nearly slammed your laptop shut, face burning, heart jackhammering inside your chest.
“didn’t think we had new viewers tonight.” his voice dipped lower, teasing. “you shy, babygrl?”
you didn’t answer.
his chat was wild. emojis, donations, constant messages.
“take the tank top off!”
“the new girl better tip if she’s gonna stare.”
“yo, yawnzzn, we want the show.”
he ignored most of them. or teased them back.
“which one should go first?” he mused aloud. “shirt or pants?”
your thighs pressed together. he wasn’t even doing anything yet, and your body was already betraying you.
then—slowly—he stood up.
his tank top hugged his body in all the right places. tight against his chest, his waist slim. he stretched, letting his arms lift overhead, showing a sliver of skin above the waistband of his jeans. the v-line below his abs? obscene.
you didn’t even realize you were holding your breath.
then he reached down, thumbs hooking into his belt loops.
“you wanna see more?” he asked, looking directly into the camera. it felt like he was looking straight at you.
“say please.”
his viewers spammed please, but you stayed quiet.
and yet—you couldn’t look away.
he unbuttoned his jeans. dragged the zipper down slow. the denim slid off his hips, falling to his ankles with a dull thud.
your breath hitched.
tight red boxers. snug. low. the bulge underneath them? impossible to ignore. thick, heavy-looking. twitching slightly under the fabric.
you pressed your thighs tighter.
he sat back down, shifting slightly, letting one leg rest wide open on either side of the chair. spread just enough to show off the outline pressing against the boxers.
“you guys are fucking filthy,” he muttered with a smirk. “but lucky for you... so am i.”
his hand dipped under the waistband.
not all the way—just enough to tease.
his fingers brushed over himself, then pulled out, gripping through the fabric, pressing against the hardness. you watched the muscles in his arm tense.
he exhaled softly. deep. like he really needed to touch himself.
you couldn’t stop staring.
his palm moved slow at first, just rubbing the base, then stroking up and down along the outside. the fabric grew darker at the tip. he was leaking already.
you bit your lip hard, your own thighs twitching.
he kept going. breathing heavier. head tilted back, exposing his throat.
“fuck, babygrl,” he groaned suddenly. your eyes widened.
did he just—
“you’re still watching, right?” he said between shallow breaths. “don’t look away. i’m doing this for you.”
he reached into his boxers, finally pulling himself out.
thick. veiny. flushed red at the tip.
he spat into his hand. started stroking—slow at first, then faster.
the slick sound of skin on skin filled your ears through the headphones.
you were hypnotized.
his moans were low and filthy, hips shifting as he fucked into his hand. his tank top bunched up higher on his chest, exposing his abs, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he got closer.
his eyes were heavy-lidded now, lips parted.
“wish i had you here,” he muttered. “wish i could see you... touching yourself too.”
you were. not even sure when your hand slipped under your shorts. but it was there now. fingers rubbing, too fast, too needy.
he got louder.
he leaned forward, panting, fisting himself hard.
“you want it?” he growled. “want me to come for you?”
you gasped. the tension snapped.
you came first.
trembling, breath caught, hand soaked.
he moaned—loud, raw—and came a second after. cum spilling over his knuckles, streaking his abs. he didn’t stop stroking until every last drop was out, breathing like he’d run a mile.
for a second, it was quiet.
only his ragged breath. and yours.
then he talked to the camera again.
“thanks for watching, babygrl.”
you slammed your laptop shut.
you never meant to stay.
at first, it was just curiosity—an accident on a saturday night, when the house was too empty and the silence wrapped too tightly around your neck. you stumbled into his stream, yawnzzn, because it was late, and you were bored, and the thumbnail showed more skin than anything you were brave enough to click before.
you should’ve closed the window. you should’ve gotten up, made tea, gone to bed.
but you didn’t.
you stayed. wide-eyed and still, staring at the boy who leaned back lazily in his gamer chair, the room bathed in the low glow of his monitor, his body relaxed, his fingers moving with casual, devastating confidence over himself.
you didn’t even know his name.
all you had was a username. a voice. a body that looked carved by hands more careful than god’s. long fingers. full pink lips. shoulders wide enough to carry the whole damn world.
you never commented. not once.
you just watched.
he noticed, somehow.
your username would blink into the list of viewers and he’d smile, low and wicked.
“looks like babygrl87’s here,” he’d tease once in a while.
the chat would explode with laughter.
"silent watcher’s back."
"she's loyal but shy."
"say something, girl!"
but you never did.
you stayed hidden, frozen, cheeks burning, fingers trembling at the sight of him.
and he kept performing for you anyway.
stroking himself slow in the shadows, spreading his legs wide so you could see everything, moaning under his breath, letting his pleasure spill into the microphone until it felt like he was touching you through the screen.
sometimes he'd say things like—
"bet she's watching real close..."
"wish she'd tell me what she likes..."
"i'll just have to guess, baby."
every time he said "baby," something deep inside you twisted.
you touched yourself to him more times than you could count. memorized every shift of his hips, every flex of his thighs, every low curse that spilled from his throat. his face stayed mostly hidden—just his mouth, his jaw, the curve of his nose—but it didn’t matter.
he had you wrapped around his finger without ever seeing his whole face.
until tonight.
the notification buzzed on your phone and you didn’t hesitate. you flung your laptop open and clicked into his stream before your fingers could even register it.
live now: yawnzzn — "friday chill."
it was late. almost midnight. but it was friday, and you could stay up all you wanted.
the stream loaded—and immediately your breath caught.
yeonjun was different tonight.
he wore a black hoodie, the hood pulled up to shadow most of his face. only the sharp line of his jaw, the tempting curve of his lips, and the glint of an earring peeked out.
his posture was lazier than usual, sprawled low in his chair, legs spread wide.
and—
only two viewers.
just you. and someone who quickly left.
you were alone with him.
your heart pounded so loud you barely heard him speak at first.
“well, look who it is.” he smiled, a little softer this time. “thought you’d come."
you swallowed hard.
he leaned closer to the camera, tapping his fingers on the desk.
“guess it’s just you and me tonight, babygrl.”
your hands shook.
for the first time, you typed something.
hi.
the word looked tiny in the chatbox. pitiful. but yeonjun froze when he saw it.
his mouth parted.
then—
he laughed.
god, the sound was warm. real. his whole body tilted a little, like he couldn’t believe it.
“no way,” he said, eyes shining. “you’re real. you actually talk.”
you bit your lip so hard it hurt.
he grinned wider, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a second. he looked—happy. excited. like you just made his whole night.
"fuck, i should do something special for you," he mused. "loyal watcher deserves a reward."
you hesitated. then, shaky fingers flying across the keys, you typed:
can i see your face?
for a second, the world stopped.
he leaned back, tapping his chin, pretending to think. then he smirked, eyes glinting under the hood.
"only because it’s you," he said, voice low. "only because you’ve been good."
he reached up, gripping the hood—and slowly pushed it back.
you forgot how to breathe.
he was beautiful.
no. beyond beautiful.
his face was unfair.
sharp, slanted cat-like eyes, framed by thick lashes, glinting dark and dangerous under the soft light. a high nose bridge, cheekbones cut clean enough to bleed on. his mouth, god, that sinful mouth—full and pink, curled into a smirk that promised ruin.
he was the kind of beautiful that wasn’t supposed to be real.
the kind that hurt to look at.
your stomach flipped violently. your whole body flushed hot.
he tilted his head, messy dark hair falling into his eyes, and smiled.
"what do you think, baby?" he teased. "worth the wait?"
you couldn’t even type.
he chuckled, low and raspy.
“i’ll take that silence as a yes.”
he leaned in closer, so close the camera almost fogged.
"don’t disappear on me now," he whispered. "you’re mine tonight."
and you knew—deep in your bones—you’d never escape him.
not now.
not ever.
you should’ve closed the laptop.
you should’ve logged off the moment he smiled at you like that—dangerous and sweet, like he already knew what you tasted like.
but you stayed. frozen in your seat, trembling, helpless.
yeonjun leaned back, dragging his palm down his chest, over his stomach, slow enough to make you whimper.
"you know," he said, voice dropping, "i've been saving something… just for you."
he reached under the desk and pulled out something unexpected—not just a toy, but a miniature torso made of soft, rosy pink silicone, barely the size of his hands.
it was shaped like a woman’s lower half, smooth thighs tapering into the curve of hips, and right between them, the detailed, glistening folds of a pussy. obscene. delicate.
lewd in a way that made your stomach twist. the soft rubber glinted under the light as he turned it in his hand, spreading lube over it like he was preparing you instead.
a thick stream of it spilled out—over his hand, over the soft pink opening of the toy, dripping lewdly.
your breath caught.
he grinned lazily at your silence, clearly enjoying the way you were glued to the screen.
"thought about using it a couple times," he murmured. "but it didn’t feel right without you here."
your thighs pressed together, trying uselessly to ease the heavy, aching heat between them.
your mouth went dry.
he groaned under his breath, squeezing some over his own cock. it was already hard, thick and flushed red at the tip, veiny and heavy between his thighs.
your whole body clenched at the sight of it.
yeonjun caught the way you froze.
he chuckled, low and warm.
"you like watching, don’t you?" he teased, voice velvet-soft. "such a dirty little thing, just sitting there all quiet for me."
you couldn’t even type back. your hands were gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white.
he slicked himself up slowly, deliberately, hissing as his fingers wrapped around the base.
then he grabbed the toy.
"gonna pretend it’s you," he said, smiling in that way that made your head spin. "gonna fuck you so good, baby."
he eased the tip of his cock into the toy, slow, teasing.
the lube made everything shine under the dim light, making it look so wet, so messy.
a broken moan left his mouth as he pushed deeper.
"fuck..." he whispered, hips twitching. "you'd feel so fucking good around me."
he started moving, thrusting lazily into the toy, one hand gripping it tight, the other braced against his thigh. his head dropped back, lashes fluttering, mouth parting on soft, desperate sounds.
your name fell from his lips like a prayer.
"babygrl," he moaned, hips stuttering. "wish you were here... wish you’d let me hear you."
you pressed your thighs together harder, trembling, burning with need.
he moved faster now, fucking the toy like it was real—like it was you.
the wet sounds were filthy. obscene. echoing through your headphones like he was right there in the room with you.
"bet you’d be so tight," he panted, thrusting harder. "all hot and wet for me… fuck, i’d ruin you."
he gripped the toy tighter, biting down on a groan.
you watched every second—hypnotized, devastated.
watched his hips buck, watched the muscles in his arms flex, watched the way his stomach tensed up when he got close.
he didn’t look away from the camera once.
he fucked that toy like he was making love to you.
slow, deep, passionate.
like you were the only thing he ever wanted.
your chest heaved with every breath, nipples aching, panties soaked beyond salvation.
and when he finally shuddered, spilling hot and thick into the toy, moaning your username again in that wrecked, desperate voice—
you knew you were already ruined.
he slumped back in his chair, panting, hair a mess, lips swollen and wet from how hard he’d been biting them.
and then—
he smiled at you. soft. sweet. devastating.
"thanks for staying with me, baby," he whispered.
the screen went dark a few seconds later, leaving you staring at your own reflection, wrecked and trembling.
alone.
but never lonely again.
you hadn’t gone back.
not because you didn’t want to.
god—you did. more than anything.
but it was too much now.
something had shifted in you after that night. after watching him fuck that toy like it was yours—moaning your username like it was sacred, like he needed you to breathe.
you couldn't stop thinking about it.
the way his hand moved. the way his voice cracked when he came. the way he smiled right before the screen went black.
he ruined you, and he didn’t even know it.
you tried to forget him. muted the notifications. ignored the replays. avoided even opening the app, like a coward. like a girl who couldn’t trust herself not to break down and need again.
because now when you thought about him, it wasn’t just lust—it was hunger.
two weeks passed.
you didn’t watch a single live.
but you did think about him. in the shower. in your bed. in the quiet moments when no one was around. and every time, you pressed your thighs together and tried to chase the ghost of his voice in your head.
you thought you were safe. that this distance would protect you.
until the dm.
at first, you didn’t believe it. you were half-asleep, phone in hand, thumb swiping lazily through random memes—until the little red dot appeared in your inbox.
no one ever messaged you. even though you were kind of known in his chat, everyone respected the line. no dms. no creepiness. everything stayed inside the stream.
but this—this was different.
you opened it slowly, heart thudding.
yawnzzn [11:32 PM]:
been kinda sad u haven’t joined the lives lately :( miss seeing ur name pop up every night.
your heart stopped.
it was him.
he messaged you first.
and now everything inside you was heat and panic and that same damn ache he always left behind.
you stared at the screen, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, your whole body on fire from just one line.
he missed you.
he noticed you.
and worst of all—he cared.
you stared at the screen for what felt like an hour.
your thumb hovered over the keyboard, mind racing, heart hammering. he’d messaged you. yeonjun—yawnzzn. the boy you’d been secretly watching for months, who moaned your username like a lover, who made you cum more times than you could admit.
and now he was in your inbox. waiting.
you breathed in, deep and shaky. then finally, you typed. slowly. carefully.
you [11:46 PM]:
i’m sorry i disappeared… i’ve just been feeling a little overwhelmed lately.
your chest felt tight when you hit send.
you almost didn’t expect him to answer right away—but less than a minute later, the typing bubble popped up.
yawnzzn [11:47 PM]:
overwhelmed? like… because of me?
your face burned.
fuck.
you should’ve lied.
but maybe it was the way he asked it—gentle, teasing, soft.
you hesitated for a second, then typed again. a little braver.
you [11:49 PM]:
yeah.
i think watching you became… a little too much for me.
you hit send before you could regret it.
then added one more line.
you [11:49 PM]:
you make me feel things i don’t know how to deal with.
there was a long pause.
long enough to make your stomach twist. long enough for you to want to unsend everything and run.
but then:
yawnzzn [11:53 PM]:
…fuck.
that’s probably the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
your breath hitched.
yawnzzn [11:54 PM]:
i thought maybe i was imagining it. the way you looked at me. how you never talked but always stayed until the end.
i always felt like… you were watching differently.
you swallowed hard, heart in your throat.
yawnzzn [11:54 PM]:
can i ask what it is exactly i make you feel?
his words lingered on your screen, sweet and dangerous.
you could lie.
or you could tell the truth, even if it made your skin burn and your thighs clench and your whole body betray you.
you told him.
typed it all out, trembling fingers and flushed skin—how much he turned you on. how just watching him made you ache. how you’d touched yourself to the sound of his voice so many times it scared you.
he didn’t tease you.
he just replied:
yawnzzn [12:02 AM]:
you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to hear that from you.
the next night, he asked if he could call you. just for a second. just to hear your voice.
you hesitated. but then said yes.
the screen lit up with his face—hoodie on, smile soft, and it was dark in his room.
you couldn’t show your face right away.
your camera stayed off while you whispered hello.
you expected him to sound different. more confident. more teasing.
but he didn’t.
he sounded gentle. nervous. warm.
“can i see you?” he asked softly. “just a glimpse?”
your heart pounded as you turned your camera on.
you were in a hoodie. no makeup. hair a mess. you hated the way your stomach twisted.
but he smiled.
really smiled.
“wow,” he whispered. “you’re… so much prettier than anything i ever imagined.”
you only lasted five minutes before you panicked and hung up, stammering out an apology.
he didn’t push you.
he just texted:
yawnzzn [12:28 AM]:
you looked beautiful. thank you for letting me see you.
the days after that were soft. messy. hot.
late-night texting turned into slow, sticky sexting.
he’d ask if you were touching yourself. you’d ask what he was wearing. sometimes, he’d send you voice notes, low and breathy, moaning your username until you were whimpering into your pillow.
eventually, he asked to see you again. in person this time.
you said yes.
but something about it scared you—the way your heart twisted at the idea of being real to him. what if you weren’t enough?
and then, the idea.
he texted you in the middle of the night:
yawnzzn [1:03 AM]:
what if we did a stream together?
i could blur your face. or you could wear a mask. sunglasses. anything.
i just want them to see that i’m finally fucking the one person i actually wanted.
your heart stopped.
you said no, at first. embarrassed. shy. it felt too raw, too exposing.
but that night, in the dark, with your hand between your thighs and his voice playing in your head, you imagined it.
imagined being on his lap. riding him in front of the same camera that once made you weak. imagined hearing him moan your name into your neck while the whole world watched.
you texted him at 2:11 AM.
you [2:11 AM]:
i’ll do it.
but only if i wear a mask.
his room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of his monitor and a red led strip that cast everything in that deep, sinful color. your silhouette, perched on your knees between his thighs, looked unreal—masked, trembling, mouth parted in anticipation. he was already hard, the thick outline of his cock pressing against his grey sweats, and the stream had barely started.
yeonjun leaned back in his chair, lazy smirk on his lips as he brushed a thumb across your cheekbone.
“they’ve been begging for this,” he murmured low, his mic catching every syllable. “but they don’t get you. i do.”
your fingers tugged at the waistband of his sweats, dragging them down with teasing slowness. the chat was explodingalready—hearts, donation pings, horny messages flying too fast to read.
his cock sprang free, hard and flushed and leaking, and you didn’t waste time—your lips wrapped around the head while he hissed through clenched teeth.
“fuck—yes, baby. just like that,” he moaned, voice rough and trembling.
you bobbed your head slowly at first, tongue circling the tip, making sure to be loud about it—each wet suck and messy slurp caught by the mic, echoing through the stream like the soundtrack to a dream.
he groaned and held your hair back, letting everyone see the way your lips stretched around his cock, eyes glossy behind the lace mask.
“look at her,” he murmured, gaze flicking to the camera. “taking it so good, like a perfect little slut. you’re so fucking pretty like this, baby.”
you moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs twitch. spit dripped down your chin as you took him deeper, and he let out a breathless chuckle.
“they wish they were me,” he said, licking his lips. “but only i get to feel this mouth. only i get to fuck it raw.”
you choked a little when he gently thrust into your throat, but you didn’t stop—you loved it. you loved knowing thousands were watching you drool and gag around him, craving something they could never have.
he pulled you up by your arms, lips crashing onto yours in a messy kiss. his cock was wet between your bodies, twitching, desperate.
“get on my lap,” he growled, voice thick with need.
you straddled him, one hand guiding him to your entrance as you slowly, so slowly, sank down.
the stretch was unreal, every inch of him filling you up, and you both moaned into each other’s mouths.
“oh my god,” you gasped, hips rolling instinctively.
he grunted. “fuck, baby… fuck, you’re tight—been dreaming about this cunt since the first time i saw your name in my chat.”
your hands clung to his shoulders, bouncing gently on his cock as he held your waist and thrust up, hard and deep.
“yeah? you like showing them what they can’t touch?” he panted. “you like knowing they’re all jerking off to you being mine?”
you nodded, dazed, flushed all over.
“say it,” he growled, slapping your ass.
“i’m yours,” you whimpered. “all yours, yeonjun…”
“that’s fucking right.”
he adjusted the camera angle, making sure it caught your pussy swallowing his cock over and over as you rode him in a rhythm that made your thighs shake.
“fuck, baby, i can see how wet you are,” he groaned. “dripping down my balls—look at this mess. they’re fucking jealous, huh?”
you moaned loud, thighs burning, your mask slipping slightly but you didn’t care—you were too far gone.
he dragged you up, twisted your body so your back was against his chest, legs spread wide as he pistoned up into you.
your head dropped back onto his shoulder, a string of helpless cries leaving your lips.
he reached down, thumb circling your clit fast and tight.
“you gonna cum like this?” he panted in your ear. “with all of them watching? gonna cream on my cock while the world sees who really owns this little pussy?”
your body jerked, climax rushing over you in a tidal wave of heat and noise, clenching hard around him as he grunted and chased his own.
then he flipped you over onto the desk, bending you forward, ass up for the camera.
“still not done,” he murmured, slipping back in. “they’re gonna watch me fill you up.”
he fucked you hard, fast, raw. each thrust loud and wet, your body shaking, hands gripping the edge of the desk.
“so tight, baby—gonna cum so deep—gonna knock you the fuck up on stream, yeah?”
“yes, yes, please—cum in me, yeonjun—fuck, i want it—”
he groaned, shuddering, cock pulsing deep inside as he came, buried to the hilt.
and right before he reached over to end the stream, he leaned in, kissing your masked cheek.
making out with yeonjun!! Nothing more just a hot make out session 😍
cw: heavy kissing, no plot, neck kissing, mention of hickeys, breast/nipple play, idk theres not rlly much 😭
a/n: i just realized i have no nsfw yeonjun stuff whatsoever (until now) so if u have any hard yeonjun thoughts or sum send it in !!
heavy breaths filled the room, along with the occasional groans and moans coming from the two of you. it felt like the movie you two were just watching had completely slipped from your minds, and you both were focused on just eachother. his members had gone out to dinner, so you both took the moment for granted. your tongues brush up against eachother, your breaths mixing together as you two made out heavily.
his hands slipped beneath your shirt, gripping your side as he slowly and gently pushed you to lie on your back, your head softly hitting the plush pillow on his dorm couch as he hovered above you.
his hand gropes your breast, his kisses travelling from your now swollen lips to your neck that he felt as if he needed to mark, his lips pressing soft kisses to your skin, occasionally suctioning it and leaving pretty, purple and blue little hickeys on your milky skin.
moans slipped out of your mouth easily, your fingers sliding into his hair and playing with it as he pinched your nipple and kissed down your neck to your shoulder, nipping gently at the smooth skin.
“jun-“ you whimper softly, before his lips caught yours back in a deep, heated kiss, now massaging and fondling with both of your soft tits. your lips began to ache, but honestly you were too into the heavy make out session you were having with your pretty boyfriend to care, despite both of you guys’ lips being practically swollen. you had no clue how long you two were going at it, but all you knew was it felt good.
his kisses travelled back down your neck, his hands pushing up your shirt to reveal your tits, his kisses coming back down your chest, before you two heard the front door open..
i just feel that yeonjun is so good at dirty talk like ughhh 😩😩 i need him so bad
YES YES YES YES YES.
warning(s): !!smut mdni!!, just dialogue tbh, both genlte and rough dom!jjunie x fem!reader, uhhhh daddy kink hehe, slight exhibitionism????, praise, princess kink, fingering, some ear biting
ʚɞ you like that, baby? yeonjun mumbles in your ear, biting the lobe gently as he rubs your clit from behind. that’s it.. that’s it… let daddy take care of you, sweetheart.
ʚɞ fuck..! hnngg.. you’re so sweet letting daddy cum all over your pussy, baby.. his lips kiss yours so gently in comparison to the rough fuck he just gave you. no wonder you taste so delicious
ʚɞ uh, uh, uh… let ‘em hear you, gorgeous. make their ears bleed by showing them how loud i can get you to be
ʚɞ yeonjun laughs softly, kissing away your tears as his balls meet your body roughly. pretty princess can’t handle her daddy’s cock, hm? well, pretty princess needs to take it or she won’t get to cum.
ʚɞ mmmff baby, he moans against your thigh, three fingers knuckles deep inside your already puffy pussy <3 just hearing you makes me wanna cum.. those little whimpers and moans… love knowing how i make you feel, princess
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yeonjun would love to do doggystyle with you. hands all over your back as he pushes you down into the mattress, the sounds of your sweet whines filling the room as he thrusts into all the right places that make your eyes roll backwards. he loves to explore you, his hands venturing down your spine before firmly gripping your hips-- only after caressing them for a bit, as if he's trying to soothe the brutal fucking he's delivering to you.
the way your ass perfectly recoils into him would have him groaning, mouth slightly parted as he drinks you in. you're falling apart with each movement, and he loves to see it. though when your head starts to droop, one hand is quick to leave your lower body and grip firmly into your hair, twirling it around his wrist as he tugs you back. “need to hear my girl while she goes dumb from my dick, hm?”
his raw cock would slip perfectly into your gummy walls, making you plead to cum around him within a matter of time. “jjun, please- can't take it anymore.” which would have him bending forward a bit more, thrusts picking up their speed as he somehow manages to rail you harder, deeper. but you fucking love it, convulsing over his dick within seconds of him doing it, making you cry out his name.
only for his cock to get clenched by your tight, cumming hole-- having him losing control and painting your walls white with his own release. his head throwing back as he roars out a groan, fingers digging so deeply into your hips that you both know they'll bruise. “look how it leaks from you.. bend some more, wanna get the perfect view..” after he pulls out, always amazed at the mess he made inside of your cunt.
stepbro!txt? i loved your yeonjun love letter i need more txt content from you omg
gahhh thank you anon! 2nd full group post omg!
tw/cw. nsfw content, cursing, stepcest; dom!txt, sub!reader, stepbros!txt (obviously), fem!reader, race neutral reader, more specific tags will be listed with each member in their own sections so proceed with caution!!! ♡︎
yeonjun would’ve been planning on you from the start. when you first move into his father’s home, he can’t help but notice how you’re already getting so comfortable there. you’re walking around in a big t-shirt, supposedly nothing underneath— you’re just teasing him! he finds himself constantly rubbing one out, it gets worse when your shared thin walls allow him to hear you fucking yourself with your fingers. he fucks his fist and exactly cums at the same time as you, wishing you were receiving his cum ♡︎ when he hears you for the umpteenth time, he just walks in, asks you if you need help, you obviously agree like the slutty stepsis you are and let him use your pussy for a pussy job!!!!
soobin is so nice to you~ he’s the ideal step brother where he helps you with college work, does your chores for you if you can’t, gives you money whenever you need it. you can’t help to think he’s such an ideal boyfriend with his large frame, handsome face, and nurturing nature— but you can’t!!! that’s your step brother that’s disgusting!!!!!! you’re still so grateful for him, you tell him if he needs a favor in return, you’ll do it. and what does soobin do? he asks you to blow him ofc ♡︎ you’re a bit hesitant on how to do it, but he’s so kind. he guides your head down on his fat cock, teaches you how to suck him off properly by hollowing your cheeks and laying your tongue flat, he can’t help but praise his little stepsis!
“that’s it, you’re already doing so good for me~”
choi beomgyu.
tw/cw. manipulative!beomgyu, anal, creampie
beomgyu loves treating you like a fucktoy behind closed doors! he’s all nice to your mother when the two of you first move in. he compliments her, offers the both of you any assistance— but we all know that’s fake. he uses you to his liking when it’s just the two of you at home~ ♡︎ taking you into his room, telling you to strip as he lubes up his cock. when he presses into your asshole, you whine since you’ve never gotten your ass fucked before but what were you supposed to do? fuck normally? no that’s gross! he’s your step brother! he loves the tightness of your virgin asshole as you get more dazed by how surprising it feels good. was it because it felt good? or was it because beomgyu was ass fucking you?
“gonna fucking fill up this tight asshole with my cum—!”
kang taehyun.
tw/cw. mean!taehyun, humiliation, dry humping
taehyun “bullies” his little stepsis everyday, your parents would never know he’s actually teasing your slutty pussy instead! everything from secret glances, telling you to “cover up,” “accidentally” walking in when you shower, even he’s “trying” to get something while you’re in front of it, he rubs his thick cock against the plump of your ass. when you finally confront him and ask why he’s been being mean to you and not giving you want he wants he snaps at you saying how disgusting you are thinking your step brother would give into your nasty antics. oh, how that changes when he’s suddenly rutting his bulge against your pussy ♡︎ his sweats are so so so messy but this is way of bullying you!!!
“what a disgusting step sister you are for wanting my cock.”
huening kamal kai.
tw/cw. cold!kai, dubcon, somnophilia, panty gag
kai never once looked at you. he would only talk to his father and his two sisters even after you and your mother moved in. it confused you, everyone else was nice to you, why couldn’t he be? it all made sense when you hear kai chatting with his friends how his stepsis is so fucking hot, it makes his cock hurt by just thinking about you. in return, you fake a call to your friends, saying oh, kai is so hot it makes your nasty stepsis pussy so wet for him! when kai hears you talking to your “friends” he can’t help it anymore ♡ he sneaks into your bed late at night and grunts at how you’re disgusting allowing him to have these thoughts. he pulls off your panties and stuff them in your mouth to make sure you stay quiet!
“can’t let anyone hear how you’re moaning for me.”
these are so fun, after i finish the rest of my love letters send me full group letters ugh omg i finished this in like 15 minutes
content warning: porn without plot, threesome, afab!reader, jun and soob take turns, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (WRAP it before u tap it pLS) oral sex (m & f receiving), masturbation (m), voyeurism, lots of bodily fluids, sloppy seconds, pussy slapping, recording, choi soobin has a big dick, slight objectification, soobin calls reader a slut while yeonjun calls reader sweetheart LOL, lmao yeonjun is more romantic than soob here he might be a little in love, pussydrunk!soob, yeonbin bickering, sexual tension if you squint, probably forgot some just let me know, NOT PROOFREAD it's like 5am here and im tired
wc: 3.1k
song rec: just a little bit by kids of 88 (hello teen wolf fans!)
"That's it, take Yeonjun's cock like a good slut."
"F-fuck," the older man threw his head back at the way you clenched around his girthy cock, hot, slick, and greedy. He rolled his hips into yours, making you cry out through your panties stuffed in your mouth to muffle your moans. "Seriously, we can't just be friends anymore after this - ah - I'll lose my shit thinking about your pussy all day."
From his seat by the dresser, Soobin tightened his grip on his stiff cock, already leaking precum. He watched Yeonjun's cock slam in and out of your pussy. The older man liked to pull out completely, drag his length along your clit until you whined helplessly, then ram it back in, punching a cry out of you. Soobin licked his lips and listened to the symphony of his best friends' sweat slicked skin smacking against each other, the squelches each time Yeonjun's cock pummeled your wet hole, your muffled whining, and Yeonjun's pornographic moans.
Soobin found it delicious to watch, but he couldn't deny he wanted to ruin you just as badly as Yeonjun did, too. Raw you like an animal in heat, abuse your wet pussy and fill it deep, dripping with a mix of his and Yeonjun's hot semen.
You ripped the panties from your mouth and began gasping loudly. Yeonjun could feel your hot cavern pulsate around his length, locking him in a vice-like grip. His hips began to stutter, erratic in his movement. Soobin leaned forward just slightly. He knew what was coming and decided to edge himself a little bit, letting go of his dripping cock. As he slowly licked the slick off of his palm, Soobin suppressed his eyes from rolling back, watching the scandalous scene unfold in front of him.
Yeonjun’s mouth hung open in ecstasy, eyes shut tight, reveling in the sensation of your pussy clenching around him.
“So,” pant, “fucking,” pant, “good.” Your best friend punctuated each word with a powerful thrust, allowing streak after thick streak of cum to coat your walls. You could’ve sworn the intensity of your orgasm drove you insane. Warm and sticky fluid flooded your hole, covering his cock and meeting his release. Your legs and thighs buzzed with pleasure, and your hole felt so raw. The sensation in your womb was both sensual and dirty. So filthy.
“What a filthy slut,” Soobin groaned, sucking in air through clenched teeth. “You like being pounded by your best friend’s cock?”
Lost in pleasure while Yeonjun fucks the remainder of his semen into you, you manage to let out a weak “Yeah.”
The man behind you slows his thrusts and eventually slips out of you. Soobin looks up at him, and they exchange sly looks. Soobin stands up, shucking off the rest of his clothes, leaving his cock proudly on display. You were in huge trouble.
“Wanna make it two of your best friends’ cocks? Gonna let me fill you up with my cum, too?” Soobin leaned in close, eyes dark, and spanked your ass. You screamed in surprise, feeling Yeonjun’s cum drip out of you and onto the sheets.
“Answer me, slut.”
“Y-yes,” you groaned, glassy eyes begging him to cream inside you, “I w-want all your cum in m-my pussy, Bin-ah.”
Yeonjun was spent. He moved to the chair and reached for his phone. You had an inkling of what was going to happen next.
“Jun-ah,” Soobin called while manhandling you onto your back, not caring about the cum that poured out of your hole, “get back here and take a video of your mess first.”
Yeonjun hummed and sauntered over, phone in hand with the flash on. Both men pushed your thighs apart, leaving your dripping snatch exposed. “So wet and full of my cum,” the older man watched the screen closely as three of Soobin’s fingers invaded your hole, fucking the slick back inside. He slapped your pussy, earning a moan from you. Smrking, he did it again, watching the strings of your arousal stretch out as he pulled his hand away. You whined out his name, embarrassed by the wet sounds coming from your folds.
“Bin, I ate her out earlier before you walked in,” Yeonjun smirked. “She’s so fucking tasty, exactly like we imagined.”
Shit, how long have these two been planning to get in your pants? Since you started coming over to their apartment? Since you accidentally flashed them at the pool? That one spin the bottle game where you had to make out with Yeonjun?
Or that incident at the movie theater where you caught Soobin touching himself through his pants during a sex scene? You moaned, remembering that smirk he gave you back then and the way he continued palming his cock.
If you’d gotten the hint back then, you could’ve been cumming on their cocks much sooner.
“‘M gonna eat this pussy out first, dyin’ to taste you.” Soobin hasn’t gotten started yet, but his words slightly slurred together, as if he was already pussydrunk by the thought of drowning in your arousal. He flattened his tongue and licked a fat stripe from your hole to your clit. He hummed as he savored your slick fluids coating his tongue, while you cried out like a bitch in heat. Fuck their neighbors; you were getting the best head of your life tonight.
“Still dripping so much after being used as Junnie’s cumdump?” Soobin tutted, “You’re insatiable.”
His head disappeared between your legs as he began sucking on your hole, as if trying to drink up the filthy mixture of yours and Yeonjun’s cum. You screamed when he stuck his tongue inside and forced the wet muscle to explore your pussy. Yeonjun had to switch hands to hold the camera steady and place the other hand on your abdomen to keep you from thrashing around in pleasure. His best friend was too pussy-drunk to mind you pulling his hair, thirsty for more of his tongue action.
“Y/N’s so greedy,” Yeonjun remarked. “Soobin, wanna teach her a lesson?”
The younger man only responded by withdrawing his tongue and laving it over your clit before sucking wetly.
He scooped up the dripping mix of arousal from your hole and pulled out his soaked digits to hold them up for his friend, all the while keeping his hot tongue on you. Yeonjun hungrily wrapped his plump lips around Soobin’s fingers, suckling on them lightly to get a taste of yours and his own cum. Admittedly, you would’ve enjoyed the erotic scene of the two men if it weren't for Soobin’s relentless attack on your folds. Each stripe that he pressed onto your sensitive snatch brought you closer to the edge.
Yeonjun let go of the other’s fingers with a lewd pop and resumed filming the same fingers plunging inside you again.
The older man watched in amusement, eyes drifting to see your fucked out expression, body covered in sweat from fucking him earlier. You met his piercing gaze. He slowly moved the phone towards you, recording your sorry state for them to beat their cocks to later. Much to your surprise, he delicately brushed a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. The loving gesture reminded you for a split second that you were close friends.
Close friends that somehow ended up this way.
The sweet gesture was quickly swept away by the sight of Yeonjun licking his lips. He watched you with blown pupils and spoke.
“Who’s making you feel this good, baby? Hm?” He asked in a low voice, tongue grazing the shell of your ear.
“Y-you!" you moaned, hips grinding into Soobin’s face. His moan sent vibrations through your pussy. “You and S-Soobin-ah! So good I’m gonna cum!”
“Then cum.”
At that, Soobin, who had been carefully tracing little circles on your bundle of nerves, latched his lips onto your clit and resumed his frenzied sucking while pounding his fingers into your slick. He shook his head from side to side, the movement intensifying the rough drag of his tongue on you. The salacious squelching, lewd moans, and smell of sex permeated the air again. You screamed brokenly while creaming all over his mouth. Yeonjun held the camera right above the both of you, capturing the sexual act in all its glory.
You tried to make eye contact with the camera, but Soobin’s persistent licking at your spent folds kept your eyes rolling back so much you thought they would get stuck that way.
You came down from your high, and Soobin polished off his meal, greedily sucking every last drop from your hole and his own fingers. Fuck, your best friends could keep your legs twitching for days on end. You wouldn’t mind that one bit.
Damn, you need both of them in you.
Soobin was a mess. His bangs stuck to his forehead from the sweat and juices on his face, but his gaze was eager, showing no signs of fatigue from your earlier activities.
“Time for my cock, babe. Take it like the slut you are, alright? I’ll make it fit.” He gripped his length and pumped it, lining it up with your hole before entering you.
The stretch was incredible. Without a doubt, he was thicker than Yeonjun. It was as if you felt every ridge, every vein that bulged from his dick as he sank further and further into you. When he bottomed out, Soobin could hardly hold himself back from pulling back and slamming in.
Embarrassingly, you heard the squelch of your juices as Soobin adjusted his position while you got accustomed to the size of his cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned “Gonna fuck you stupid on my cock, slut.”
And he began pummeling into you a lot more forcefully than Yeonjun did. His technique was desperate, messy, and a little insane. You had half a mind to be a little scared that he might break you.
“Fuck! S’big and so good, Soobin!”
Still sensitive, you moaned out his name. He satisfied his oral fixation by sealing his lips over your tit, moaning into your burning flesh. His thrusts were fast and harsh, barely giving you time to breathe, so you had no choice but to bask in the sensation of Soobin’s dick abusing your pussy.
The wet sounds of your skin meeting were also affecting Yeonjun, who began groaning like a pornstar again. His other hand traveled to his now fully hard cock and began stroking again, his eyes flickering between the scene recorded on the screen and reality. The older man fixed his gaze on the sight of you and Soobin’s hips meeting. He watched it all—the way his cock disappeared into your cunt, the wetness that accumulated around his friends’ lower halves as you both kept meeting each other's thrusts.
The way Soobin speared you on his cock like a toy, he treated you like his personal cumdump. He released your tits from his mouth and joined Yeonjun in watching his dick plunging into your heat, each time emerging a lot wetter than the last.
In between pants, Soobin said something that made you clench harder around his pulsating length, “Yeonjunnie, fuck her mouth. Make her take both of us at once.”
At least Yeonjun had the decency to ask you, “Would you like that, baby? Want me to cum down your throat, too?”
Halfway through a moan, you nodded furiously. It took too much energy to form coherent words, but you tried for him.
“P-please,” you choked out, “Wan’ it in my m-mouth.”
“Good girl,” Yeonjun praised, positioning your head so you hung slightly from the edge of the bed. You watched with lidded eyes as he collected his arousal from the tip with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone and stroked himself with it. He tapped his veiny cock against your waiting lips. “Gonna pump my cum down your throat now, beautiful.”
Eagerly, you wrapped your lips around the older man’s tip, giving it a little suck before allowing him to thrust the rest of his length down your hot mouth. Both the taste of your cum and his from earlier still lingered on his skin, and you moaned around him as you realized this. You took into your hands what your mouth couldn’t take, twisting them while relaxing your muscles to take him deeper.
Yeonjun barely captured your sinful position on camera before he dropped his phone, sending it clattering to the floor.
They should really set up a tripod next time.
Next time.
He quickly became erratic in his movements. He couldn’t believe his wettest, wildest dreams came true tonight. He threw his head back in ecstasy while you swallowed him whole, sweat running down his chest and the sides of his face.
Fuck, fuck, and what if he looked at his best friend right now-
Soobin, still pummeling relentlessly into your battered cunt, stared right back at him. They held eye contact while thrusting into both your holes, chests heaving from the pleasure that drowned their hot bodies and addled their lust-ridden minds. For them, nothing else existed in this moment except for the sound of their skin repeatedly coming in contact with your holes, the squelch of juices and spit, the scent of sex, the buzz that lit their lower halves on fire, and the humid air that sent perspiration dripping down their bodies to your equally spent one.
“Think you can last longer than me, Jun-ah?” The younger challenged, pulling out almost completely then slamming back into you forcefully. You whined around Yeonjun’s cock.
“Huh,” the older huffed, “I’ll even let her ride me after this, then I’ll fuck her in front of that mirror Y/N and I bought together over there.”
Soobin spared the dirty floor-length mirror a glance, “Yeah? You’re nasty. I could guess how many times your conceited ass came all over that thing.”
Yeonjun’s hand found its way to your throat, groaning when he saw the slight outline of his cock. “You’re nastier, Bin-ah. You hide Y/N’s sweaters whenever she comes over and cum all over them at night, dirty perv.”
Again, you let out another moan and desperately humped against Soobin’s hips, trying to get his dick deeper into you. All the dirty confessions they’re making in front of you made you gush out more juices. Soobin clicked his tongue and suddenly pulled out of you, taking a moment to appreciate the sticky strings of arousal that connected his member to your cunt. You whined at the loss of contact and Yeonjun was quick to thrust that down your throat again.
Meanwhile, Soobin pushed your knees up to your chest and aligned his cock with your entrance.
“Little slut wants more?” He sneered, “I’ll give you more, then. We’ve got all night.”
He sheathed his cock in the deepest he could go, invading your folds once more and pushing your juices in. Soobin let out the hottest, most desperate moan he’s made so far and began panting again. His hips moved at a rapid pace, causing clear-white fluid to form around where the base of his cock and your pussy met. You could feel the wetness spread further on your thighs and pour onto Yeonjun’s sheets.
The older man watched this development greedily, pulling out of you momentarily to give you room to rest and moan loudly as Soobin abused your leaking hole. Seeking leverage, you felt around until your hand found Yeonjun’s thigh. He grabbed your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling them in his fingers, causing them to harden. You sobbed, grasping at his thigh tighter.
“Yeonjunnie,” you gasped, “c-cock…”
He quickly complied, pushing his hips back into your mouth to receive the pleasure your tongue and cheeks gave him.
You moaned around Yeonjun’s cock, but you could hear the latter scoff at the statement.
Soobin delivered a harsh slap to your ass, making you impossibly tighter, your juices and tightness simultaneously sucking him in and pushing him out.
“Fuck, baby, your cunt’s so greedy ‘n hot.” He groaned, “Gonna stuff this pussy day and night so it’ll never be empty, you like that?”
It’s always a competition between these two, you thought.
“I’m close, sweetheart,” Yeonjun panted, pushing back his sweaty hair to bask in the feeling of you swallowing his dick. “Take it like the good girl you are, hm? Give me another thing to think about every night.”
Soobin’s mouth hung open in pleasure, but he still had the energy to roll his eyes at the older man. He began to indulge you in more dirty talk.
“What a complete slut. Already came around Junnie and me several times but can still give us more, hm? Gonna fucking pound this pussy until all you can cum around is our cocks, right?”
He laid his palm on your abdomen and used his thumb to draw figures on your clit. You keened.
Coupled with his erratic thrusts, thumb motions, and Yeonjun’s fingers on your pebbled nipples, you were suddenly flooded with a white-hot pleasure. Your body thrashed around to no avail as your two best friends held you in place.
The three of you were a sight to behold. Yeonjun’s cock twitched in your mouth, and he released thick spurts of cum in you as you moaned around him, letting him coat your tongue with his essence. You did your best to swallow, although you began to choke from the pleasure Soobin was giving you below.
The younger man ruthlessly snapped his hips into your wetness, ropes of cum shooting into your hole and kissing your cervix for the second time that night, filling you up with his hot semen. His moans came from deep within his chest, and you found that incredibly hot. You couldn’t see his face but imagined his blissed-out expression from emptying his balls in you.
In the middle if it all, your cunt met Soobin’s cum with your own, clenching uncontrollably while struggling to take in the semen Yeonjun spilled in your mouth. Each spurt into both your holes brought you closer to blacking out from the sheer pleasure.
The three of you relished in the sounds and sensations of your orgasms, the room a mess of moans and cries and squelches. Once they pulled out, your exhausted bodies went slack. Both men fell to either side of you on the bed, heaving deep breaths. Still abuzz with the effects of your orgasm, you became aware of yours and Soobin’s cum seeping out of your abused pussy. You could still feel the warm cum smeared on your chin, courtesy of Yeonjun.
On your left, the culprit quietly laughed and reached over to stroke your hair, “That was intense, baby. You okay?” he whispered, “Soobin did a number on you.”
You grinned weakly, “Says the one who first pulled me in here to eat me out.”
“Hey,” Soobin suddenly said, “We should do this again.”
“How soon?” Yeonjun smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You felt Soobin’s hand on your thigh, getting closer to your still-sensitive core.
Sleep isn’t in the forefront of your mind. It’s actually not in your mind at all. The only thing clouding your mind is Yeonjun.
He presses soft, wet kisses against your inner thighs, alternating between licking and pecking at your flesh; occasionally his teeth grazes your skin, biting at your flesh just hard enough for there to be marks. Yeonjun is quite the tease normally, taking his precious time—this whole ordeal usually lasts a good thirty minutes before he even decides so much as to take a peek at your cunt, let alone taste it. His hands reaffirm their tight grip on the back of your thighs, spreading you open for him.
The closer Yeonjun gets to your wetness, the more impatient you become, resulting in you driving your hips up just slightly out of neediness. The result is a swift slap at your thigh, but Yeonjun doesn’t even look at you, eyes fixated on a part of your left thigh that’s been unclaimed by love bites. He goes in for the kill, tongue warm against your inner thigh. He sucks against your skin, grazing his teeth down against your skin, but not too hard. He removes his mouth from you, licking the newly claimed spot once more before blowing cool air against it, making you shiver.
Just as you arch your back, Yeonjun places his tongue flat against your cunt, licking an upward stripe before planting a small kiss at your clit. He moves his head back a bit, spitting down onto your cunt, tongue following suit to lick against your cunt once more. His nails piercing into your skin and the sting of it feels heavenly. His mouth is now against your cunt; plump lips puckering around your clit.
Yeonjun allows himself to be messy, tongue dripping with your juices and his spit. He makes sure to taste all of you, even fucking his tongue into your hole, folding it slightly to slurp up your wetness. He moans into your cunt as he drinks from you. Eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. Those same moans soon turn into warm vibrations of words. As if he’s trying to speak to you through your pussy. He laughs at the sound of your moans, lifting his head up briefly to smile and wink at you.
It’s within an instant that your hand comes up to tug at his hair. You always try to be careful when it’s freshly dyed, but the second that Yeonjun feels your fingers against his scalp, his tongue swirls around your clit. Lips around it in an instant, focusing all his attention on the pearl, spit gushing around his mouth.
Your thighs are weak, wobbling and daring to close; but Yeonjun maintains his grip on them, arms flexing as he continues to hold them in place. He begins to speak into your cunt again, trailing off into a little hum. His tongue swirling around your bud, he stops his humming to suck on your clit. Eyes rolling in pleasure, you let out a crackled moan, throat going dry. Yeonjun continues what he’s doing, letting your moans guide him through what you need.
It happens quickly—your legs begin shaking, your grip on Yeonjun’s hair tightens before you let go completely; fists twisting at the sheets beneath you. You rock your hips into you Yeonjun’s mouth, slightly fucking into it. His lips release your clit, tongue sliding down to collect your cum, using his entire mouth to eat you sloppily. He slurps and moans, mouth and tongue covered in your wetness.
Obscenities spill from your mouth as you watch him with hooded eyes. Yeonjun’s eyes, filled with lust, meet yours. In his daze, he peels his mouth from you, face coated in your juices. He leans over you, one arm holding him up. Two thick fingers tap twice against your jaw, and in return you open your mouth in acceptance. He spits onto your tongue, wanting you to taste yourself. His eyes gloss over and he watches you swallow what he gave you.
He makes haste to take off his sweatpants. Cock hard and twitching, a small jump as the cool air hits it. “Want it?”
Hiii !! Saw u were accepting requests so HERE I AM.
imonmykneesbeggingfor meandom yeonjun ARGHSDB it's up to you if you wanna add him as a brat tamer (dizzy for brat tamer txt) PLSPSLSPSLSPS AND THABK YOU
(also can i be 🧸 anon plz...*puppy eyes*)
omfg i LIVE for mean!dom txt u have no idea. ngl a lot of the times i see most of them as soft!dom, but yeonjun is one of them that i see on the rougher side.
oh AND OFC you can be 🧸 anon. welcome to nana land!
mean dom yeonjun who comes home after a long day at practice and wants nothing more than to shower, eat, and just go to sleep. yet there you are, walking around in those same shorts that you know drive him crazy— and he can’t stop looking at the way your ass spills out of the bottom of them. fuck, he was stressed, but you were definitely adding layers to it without even realizing it.
but you did realize it. you wanted his attention, and you were going to get it. yeonjun who approaches you from behind. “why are you dressed like this? it’s cold in here, i can see the goosebumps on your legs.” as his hands trace up your thighs, causing you to twitch slightly under his touch.
“ran out of other pajamas.” you meekly respond, a frustrated chuckle escaping your boyfriend’s lips as he pulls you harshly against his growing bulge. “is this a joke to you, y/n? i had a long day, now you want to prance around like a slut?”
you gasped at his sudden change of pace, bending over in impulse from the way his hands gripped your upper thighs. he was roughly pushing himself against you, grunting lowly between desperate breaths as you started to whine. “jjunie, more..” you pleaded as the wetness spread, arms reaching out to grip the edges of the kitchen counter.
he wasn’t having it, though. a fistful of your hair pulling your back up against his chest as he shoved you closer to the counter. “gonna have you the way i want. since when do bad girls get what they want?” he growled huskily into the shell of your ear before placing a wet kiss behind it, open mouth tracing down to your neck as he bared his sharp teeth into it, making you yelp.
in a swift motion he had your shorts and panties down in one go, spreading your legs apart from behind and taking a moment to admire you. “hadn’t even touched you a lot yet, and you’re writhing here like a little whore. beg for my cock.”
“please, jjunie, f-fill me..” you stuttered as your control began to slip, gasps of air from your neediness freeing from your lungs as he flicked you down by the shoulder blades to arch more for him. “yeonjun!” when his hand struck your asscheek, leaving a red handprint in it’s place.
“gonna fill this pussy up enough to make you leak for days. gonna remember the imprint of my cock for the rest of your life.” he rambled before tugging his sweatpants and boxers down, reaching his arm around you to roughly grip your chin. drool pebbled down his thumb, but he only laughed at your submission— finger tracing your bottom lip before slipping in.
“suck my fucking finger.” yeonjun demanded coldly, but you complied immediately. his dick twitched at your obedience, the irritated pink tip rubbing against your sopping slit. you mumbled incoherently against his finger as he teased you, earning another harsh slap to your asscheek.
“did i tell you to stop sucking? get back to work, my slutty girl.” at first you whined at his words, but you did as he told. you felt his hands slither between your inner thighs, spreading them wider for him. what followed was his tip pushing into you without warning, earning a breathy groan from your boyfriend behind you.
“already throbbing around me and i’m not even in yet. so fucking needy.” he announced before sheathing himself in almost completely, making you moan out exasperatingly. he started to move, but his motions weren’t slow and steady— craving and fast as his hips pistoned in and out of your velvety cunt.
"‘s too much!" you wailed as he hardened his thrusts, yet he only wickedly chuckled, digging his nails sharply into your hips. “this is what you wanted, and now you want to complain? so ungrateful.” yeonjun knew you were enjoying this, maybe even more than he was.
one hand left your hip to snake around to the front of your body, the padding of his finger tracing deliberately slow circles on your puffy clit. you cried out, knuckles white from how hard you were gripping the counter. “gonna.. cum!”
“cum on my fucking cock, you owe me at least that.” and you did. your entire body convulsed once he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you, almost every thrust nudging your cervix. his eyes rolled back as your pussy clamped his length— damn near milking him of his own release.
but he kept up his brutal thrusting, determined to chase his high. your lewd sounds filled the room. “too sensitive!” but he didn’t care, he ignored you as your oversensitivity caused your walls to throb. you were his personal fleshlight right now, no?
“you’re gonna take all of my load, dirty girl.” his voice was raspy and breaking, hot cum spilling into your well-used pussy as your moans synced with one another. he pushed back slightly, tugging your hair back with him enough for your head to tilt back and meet his eyes. “so fucked out for me. open your mouth.” your lips parted with no argument, and he directly spit onto your tongue— making you swallow.
he heaved before pulling out of you, a thick white line dripping from your cunt as he groaned at the sight. you slowly turned to face him, and he wasted no time to latch his lips onto yours. your tongues danced together in a passionate intensity. “c’mon. i’ll bathe you for being such a good slut.” and with his words, you were scooped up over his shoulder and being carried away.
— bsf!soobin x girlfriend!reader ft. boyfriend!yeonjun
— yeonjun lets soobin fuck his girl lol
yeonjun who would let his best friend, soobin, fuck his girlfriend whenever he was stressed or under too much pressure. yeonjun knew that soobin had a lot of weight on his shoulders, and soobin was starting to break little by little. but good thing yeonjun knew a way to help soobin cope with his stress.
soobin had his bestfriend’s girlfriend bent over the table, violently snapping his hips into your cervix, making you whimper and moan at every thrust. your hands gripping the table to steady yourself as you look up at your boyfriend through the tears of pleasures welling up in your eyes. yeonjun had already told you “to be a good girl and let soobin fuck your pretty pussy.. this was only about soobin’s pleasure, and not yours.”
anything for your boyfriend, right?
yeonjun watched you and soobin, he palmed himself thru his pants. thank god the other members had plans this afternoon. your moans of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping together began to get louder and louder. he couldn’t help but notice soobins face seemed to soften and eyes getting heavy like all stress leave his body as he reached his climax.
୨ৎ: ""mother fucker... " yeonjun snarled under his breath, trying to get a glance of the jackass who had the nerve to approach and even touch his girl. he felt his blood begin to boil, coursing through his body like wildfire. he normally was never like this. "
𓍼 pairing! - fratboy boyfriend!yeonjun x fem!reader
𓍼 warnings! meandom!yeonjun, whinysub!reader, ass smacking, big dick yeonjun, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, slut shaming, groping, yeonjun referred as jjunie by reader, yeonjun calls reader baby, slut, and whore
𓍼 lexi adds! - I dont know how I've been able to finish TWO stories in the span of two days but ye enjoy frat boy yeonjun !! ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽ (i was too impatient to let the poll end) anyways merry christmas to anyone who celebrates!! hopefully you enjoy this gift
the party was supposed to be like any other, or at least that's what yeonjun thought it would be.
his parties were the most popular; everyone would be showing up, dressed to impress as the house was lit with bright shining colorful lights and loud music. good thing the music wasn't loud enough to wake the neighbours
yeonjun stood near the door, greeting guests one by one as they entered just as a good party host should do. maybe yeonjun's cool and funny yet approachable demeanour was the reason he became the most popular guy in college.
just because he was a fratboy didn't mean he was rude and distant like the rest. yeonjun was quite the opposite. thats the exact reason why you fell for him the same day you met him. it was only your first day in college, yet yeonjun talked to you as if he had known you for years, giving you a warm welcome as your upper classmate.
you definitely fell hard for him, but yeonjun fell even harder. he loved you so damn much, all of the small things you did reminded him why he fell for you. he just couldn't handle himself
whenever he threw these parties, he made sure your body was protected from any creeps who were trying to get a free show out of you. this time, it didnt really go as yeonjun wanted it to.
his eyes were looking around trying to find you amidst the crowd of people who were dancing inbetween the living and dining room. at the same time that he was searching, he was rejecting girls who tried flirting with him, giving them a quick "I have a girlfriend." after each of their attempts.
one girl in particular just wouldn't leave yeonjun alone, continuing to flirt and try to seduce him even after his polite rejects. yeonjun decided to stand up and go search for you but before he could walk toward the crowd, the girl stopped him, her hands running up and down his chest in a seductive manner.
"where are you going, jjun? stay with me, yeah? I promise you a good time~" she spoke, her voice full of lust and her eyes hinting desire.
yeonjun began to grow impatient his anger starting to get the best of him as he attempted to push her away lightly. oh but she wouldn't budge, staying put in her place and not wanting to leave yeonjun.
yeonjun chuckled nervously as the girl smirked with mischief. his eyes darted around the room, finally landing on you, and a guy...?
were his eyes playing with him? uncertain of what he was seeing, he blinked rapidly, trying to reset his vision.
he opened his eyes and looked again, the guy was still there yet this time, his hands were on you.
"mother fucker... " yeonjun snarled under his breath, trying to get a glance of the jackass who had the nerve to approach and even touch his girl. he felt his blood begin to boil, coursing through his body like wildfire. he normally was never like this.
that was when yeonjun lost it.
he pushed the girl aside a bit roughly, causing her to curse at him, but yeonjun didn't care. that's not what was on his mind at the moment. his only goal was to make sure you were safe.
he made his way through the crowd, finally finding himself infront the you and the guy.
"what the fuck do you think you're doing touching my girl as if she were yours?" yeonjun asked sternly before grabbing the guy by the shoulder and turning him to see his face.
the guy had the nerve to smirk at him, not caring to hear yeonjun's question. he kept his hand on your thigh which wasn't unnoticed by yeonjun. he looked at you, your eyes clearly showing discomfort.
that was all yeonjun needed. he grabbed you by your waist, catching you by surprise and you yelp. "jjunie!"
before you could say anything thing else, your lips were against his in a searing kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing with yours. the guy could only watch in jealousy as yeonjun's hands dragged down along your hips and gripped your ass.
"whatever man, fuck you." the guy spoke for the last time before leaving the party completely.
yeonjun broke the kiss as you both pant to catch your breath. "that 'outta show that fucker."
"thank you, he was making me really uncomfortable... " you spoke warmly, pressing your head lovingly against his chest.
yeonjun signalled the dj for a microphone before speaking in a blunt tone, "party's over, go home."
the crowd awed in unison before obeying and grabbing their stuff to leave. you sit on the couch with yeonjun as you watch everyone leave. yeonjun's still hugging you with his arms wrapped around your shoulder, his grip tight. when a particular girl leaves she looks at you with a snarl. confused you turn to yeonjun who just kisses you in the same rough manner again.
after the party's officially over, yeonjun leads you to your shared bedroom, the room only really clean room in the whole house.
yeonjun sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "that fucker had me all worked up, what a piece of shit..." he huffs out, voice still hinting of anger. "baby, you would do anything to calm me down, right?"
"of course! why do you ask?" you questioned him innocently as you sat on the soft bed. he answered your question with a lustful glare in his eyes.
⸝⸝
"hmph-! jjunie, too fast! ah-!" you cried out pathetically, gripping onto the duvet sheets under you as yeonjun pounded into you mercilessly.
"shut up, slut." he spat out harshly before smacking your ass, causing you to yelp with tears soaking the bed. "all you do is whine and complain. I bet you liked it when he was touching you, didn't you?" he huffed while quickening his pace.
"you're going too fast oh god-!" just as you whimper and whine, you feel your head get yanked back by the hair, your scalp burning deliciously.
"what did I just say, whore? you don't ever tell me what to do. know your place shit-..." he groans and uses your hair as a way to pound even faster than before. "take it! you know you can, slut. your hole was made for dick." he says this as you pussy clenches and gushes around his cock.
"jjunie! 'gonna cum fuckfuckfuck! please, let me cum!" you plead as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. his grip on your ass tightens too as he chases his high as well.
"fuck! that's it baby, cum on my cock like the good little whore you are! that fucker wishes this were him." just as you thought he couldn't go any faster, he does.
right as his pace increases you cum on his cock, moaning out his name in a high pitched manner. "jjunie!!"
yeonjun keeps going, you could hear him huff and groan softly behind you as he continues to fuck into your spent cunt.
"you want me to cum inside? want me to claim and mark you with my cum?" you're too fucked dumb on his cock to understand what he's implying and just agree.
"yesyesyes! jjunie please-! i need it!" you mewl and grip the sheets with all your might before you hear yeonjun curse behind you
"fuck-! take it, baby!" he groans out, plunging completely inside of you, shooting out his white sticky cum into your womb, getting the perfect angle. he leans toward you, his lips right at your ear "you wouldn't get mad if you get pregnant, right baby?"
you shake your head, feeling worn out, "not at all..." he kisses your shoulder and grips your chin to make you face him.
"good, that's what I like to hear..."
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