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at first, it was just beomgyu's heavy riffs from his guitar and your voice belting into the microphone that were echoing off the walls. but now your voice was disappearing into heavy and humid air as beomgyu fucked you into the old cushion of his dingy couch.
your breathy and strained moans blended into the song that played over beomgyu speaker. "ah, beomgyu, please." you had no idea what you were pleading for. "you're so tight, baby," his mumbled against your purple and red bruised neck.
your legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him further into your cunt. the moan he let out in your ear was past pornographic. beomgyu pushed himself up til he was on his knees, his dick almost slipping out of your dripping hole. he pushed back in, making your back arch off the cushions, the scream bouncing off the walls. your nails scratched down his back, red lines already coming down your back.
beomgyu pulled out, pushing your knees into your chest before slipping back inside and continuing his endless charade of powerful thrusts. with his head head tilted back and his hips snapping, you fought to grip on anything you could to ground yourself. you could feel yourself about to cum.
“beomgyu, ‘m gonna cum,” you squeaked. Beomgyu lifted his head to watch you, “cum for me. cum all over my cock, baby.” you stared into beomgyu’s eyes as your orgasm hit you like a truck, almost knocking the breath out of you. your eyes were no longer visible, just the whites. beomgyu chuckled, watching your face. but soon, faced his own orgasm as your pussy sucked him in, twitching around him.
beomgyu huffed, before cumming. his broken groan rang out in your ears. his cock reached further in you as he came, kissing your cervix. a mix of both of your cum and spit, pooled at the base of his cock and filled your hole. “so good,” beomgyu slurred, slowly pulling out of you.
↷genre ⇝ mahito x f!reader, smut, oral (f!rec), overstim, nipple play, spit, squirting, mahito being mahito ig
your back arched off the bed in a painful fashion. one hand gripped onto long baby blue hair, and the other played with your hair and overly sensitive nipple. "too much," you protested, nonetheless; you still bucked your hips grinded down on the sharp nose of your boyfriend. looking down at mahito, his eyes were hazy, but even then you could see the shit eating grin in the apples of his cheeks.
his lips were sucking on your pussy, drinking up all that he could. his tongue fucked into you, moving as fast as he could. "shh, you can take it," he mumbled against you. his face left your cunt the moment he felt your walls tighten around his tongue. you whined, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. "wanna see something, princess?" he asked, pressing light kisses on your inner thighs. all you could respond with was a small whimper.
chuckling, he dove back in. his large hands gripped onto your thighs, letting them rest on his shoulders. mahito flattened his tongue, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. the tip of his tongue circled your clit, teasing you. bucking your hips forward, a small slap landed on your thigh.
once again, his tongue entered your creamy and wet hole. mahito had one goal for tonight. he really wanted to see you squirt. it had been something he thought about often, and tonight would be the night for him, he hoped.
as mahito's tongue entered you, a cry erupted from your throat, echoing throughout the room. "shit, please let me cum," you cried out. he just hummed. it was long before a small wave hit your body. it wasn't you cumming or anything. you could feel mahito's tongue grow longer inside of your pussy, reaching up to your cervix, prodding and swirling against it.
"fuck!" you screamed a moan. your back hit the bed, your body shook from the feeling. the grip on your thighs got harder as you moved your legs, pushing yourself away from mahito. not that you didn't want it, but it was so overstimulating that you thought you were going to break any second.
with the tight grip still on your thighs, you felt a finger rub harshly on your clit. no coherent words could leave your mouth; barely any noises left. your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled back into your head, only the whites of your eyes were shown.
your body convulsed as you got closer to the edge. his tongue built up speed, faster than what it was before. mahito had never used anything like this on you before, everything else was what you thought was freaky enough. this was a whole new level for you.
"i-i'm gonna c-" you could barely make out a sentence. your legs clamped around his head, back arched, fingers gripping into his hair. "cum!" you shrieked before you felt your own slick spray on your thighs. mahito's tongue pulled out of you, catching your juices in his mouth. your body shook and convulsed.
mahito stared at you like you were the most expensive piece of art. he swallowed all that he had in his mouth. his face, neck, hair and chest were soaked. slick ran down his chest and onto his stomach. mahito watched your body jerk every few seconds with a pointy smile. he licked his lips and your juices were still falling down his face.
his hands gripping onto your body gently, before picking you up. his ears picked up the small whimpers that barely escaped as he carried you to the bathroom. "you did so well for me. now let's get you taken care of, huh, princess?"
ঌ genre ⇝ hot smut, sweat, spit, p in v, no protection, lube, yeonjun's birthday, riding, implied multiple rounds and positions, pussy drunk yeonjun, hazy sex
tired pants echoed through the moonlit room. a soft groan erupted from yeonjun's throat. you guys had been fucking for hours. you couldn't let yeonjun go without a birthday present. yeah, you bought him things, but that wasn't enough for him; he deserves way more. he deserves to have the hottest day of his life. you went from the couch, to the kitchen, to ending up in the bedroom.
"s-shit, so tight," he whined, hips bucking, pushing his cock farther into your soaked pussy. his burning hot tip kissed your cervix, bringing out a hoarse moan from your chest. your hands were placed onto yeonjun's stomach as you rode him, slow and sloppy. they slightly slipped from the sweat from both of your bodies. yeonjun's hair fanned out onto the pillow, eyebrows furrowed and his hands resting lazily on your hips.
"i'm cumming," you breathed out for the nth time. your pussy tightened around yeonjun, milking him right before you came. he whined, back slightly arching, both clenching. your thighs shook as your orgasm hit you once more. "i can go again.." yeonjun said, slurring his words. you didn't say anything, but crawled off of him, lowering your head to his cock. yeonjun sat on his elbows, watching as you took him into your mouth, his dick still hard from the chocolate you bought him earlier.
his head flew back, a guttural groan leaving his swollen red lips. yeonjun's hand flew to your hair, lacing his fingers in it. it took everything in him to be grateful and respect and to not push your head further. well, that was until you look up at him with tea filled doe eyes, that alone back him buck his hips into your mouth, fucking it.
you hollowed out your cheeks as his hips relentless abused your mouth. you almost choked from time to time. it was either from how big his cock was, how hard he was going, or the amount of cum that was covering his cock.
his thighs tightened as he watched you play with your pussy. the moans that came from you vibrated around the head of his cock, making him come once again. his hips stilled, cock stuffing your throat and your nose pressed against his pelvis, until his body hit the bed again. "i'm sorry, baby.." his voice raspy and regretful.
you came over with cum covered lips. you kissed him sweetly, letting him taste, technically, the mix of both yours and his cum. "it's ok, it's your birthday, you do whatever you want," you smiled sweetly. his lips trailed down to your nipple, his hand moving between your legs. "if i would've know i could do whatever i want, i would've eat your pussy by now." he rang, nibbling your nipple and sliding two fingers into your pussy. "ah, junnie," you whimpered. "can i eat you out in the shower? gotta clean us up somehow." yeonjun looked at you with big, yet sinful eyes. "yes, junnie. it's your birthday. you can do whatever you want."
you guys didn't just stop in the shower. even after you got out, it's like you both couldn't stop. you were fucking like rabbits. the rest of the night was filled with moans, whimpers, cum, and sweat. another shower was definitely needed and was used.
Pairing: femdom ! nsfw content creator reader x sub ! flatmate beomgyu, feat. sub ! soobin
Warnings: dom reader, sub beomgyu, mentions of porn, solo masturbation, perv gyu, face sitting, choking on pussy, face slapping, spit kink, nipple play, filming sex, degrading, use of pet names ‘puppy’, riding, overstim, orgasm denial, premature ejaculation, reader is seen as ‘shy’
Synopysis: beomgyu didn’t think he’d ever be into femdom, that is, until he discovers his cute flatmate’s secret nsfw twitter account.
Word count: 6.6k
If beomgyu were to describe his flatmate, the adjectives that first come to mind would be timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate.
Both of you had a list of chores of who took care of what in the flat, stuck colour coded to the fridge, with beomgyu’s main responsibility to take out the bins and sometimes if he’d simply forget to, you’d quietly do it yourself and just send him a small message, 'You forgot the bins. But it's okay I took it out :) <3’ and he’d profusely apologise, 'I'M SOSORRY OMGG', genuinely guilt ridden and promising you he'd definitely remember next time.
You never got angry or irritated with him. In fact, Beomgyu can't even remember a time where he's genuinely seen you angry. Because, that was just the kind of person you were. And that was frankly insane since beomgyu knew how annoying he can be at times.
You had even taken care of him once when he’d returned stumbling back home, smashed from hitting all the clubs, the goofiest grin spread across his face as he’d nearly toppled into the coat rack trying to take his shoes off. You’d helped him into his bed even though you were asleep before hearing all the ruckus he’d made, beomgyu drunk but very aware of the warmth of your hands on him and the proximity of your body trying to keep him up steering him into his room.
Even that time when beomgyu was ill with a terrible, hellish sore throat and had skipped his lectures, laying in bed with a miserable pout and croaking like a dying frog, you’d knocked on his door, asking him if he was okay and even made your own concoction of honey and lemon juice hot water for him to drink, telling him it’d make him feel better. It did, and it also had made his heart flutter embarrassingly too much for someone who only received a homemade remedy from their flatmate. (He may or may not have nearly cried after you left but the gesture had gone straight to his heart and being sick always makes him really emotional and dramatic especially since he’d felt lonely the whole day, wallowing in self pity under the covers.)
And when beomgyu has stressful end of semester exams and stays for late hours cooped in the library, too tired and broke and thinking of just skipping dinner, you even leave some of your food you’d made for yourself for him when he comes back. He’d eat it all, finding he was actually extremely hungry, cheeks full and chest warming in gratitude, sending you a sleepy 'Thank you so much >_< !' before faceplanting into his pillow and dozing off.
Now, Beomgyu wasn’t a terrible flatmate himself, and actually, beomgyu prides himself in being pretty clean and organised. Nothing makes his eye twitch more than when the cupboards and fridge are all cluttered with food and filled with expired jars and he’s always the one to rearrange them, lining up items and jars and putting everything into different categories and shelves that make sense for them to be, shooting you a proud look when you notice, but sometimes, yes, at times he can just be a little forgetful. But he doesn’t mean to be.
Beomgyu does try to do things for you too and he likes doing it too like, making you a coffee when he sees you still up and studying, sending you encouraging messages in the morning when he knows you have exams telling you ‘you’ve got this ! Fighting !!’ with a string of silly emojis, asking if you need anything when he’s going out to do his weekly shop of necessities. And when he did his laundry, knocking on your door, asking you if you have your own clothes you wanted to toss for the wash because he really doesn’t mind also doing yours. So, he really hopes you don’t think he’s a terrible flatmate actually because he tries.
Were you guys close? He’d say you were partially pretty close. Close enough to watch things on the tv in the shared living room often together. You’d chat then too and he’d make you laugh with his commentary, trying to get you out your shell just a little more. Close enough to eat together sometimes and talk about random things. Close enough to swap playlists and exchange each of your favourite songs of the week. Close enough that you’d both grumble about your subjects together, complaining about assignments.
Sometimes, you even walked to campus in the mornings together when your lectures lined up, your steps matching his, both of you walking a bit too close, your bag bumping into his side every now and then as you chatted about whatever, dropping you off at your lecture hall before making it to his hurriedly. Those walks always felt too short.
All in all, beomgyu would say you were an amazing flatmate. He’s lucky to have been randomly selected you to share with. Some people got stuck with nightmare flatmates who stole food, that didn’t clean after themselves and who threw loud parties at 3am. You were more like the dream flatmate.
And beomgyu also won’t lie and say he hadn’t maybe, just maybe, developed the tiniest crush on you somewhere along the way. Because he may have. Really minuscule though, basically microscopic. Barely even there. Nothing to worry about at all. But what can he say, you were so cute and sweet and calming! Like a momentary gentle, blissful breeze in his chaotic world of tropical cyclones.
So, you can only imagine how Beomgyu reacts one night when he’s scrolling through his anonymous twitter account he uses solely for viewing porn, slightly horny and frustratedly crazed by now when he can’t find a good enough video to jerk off to. Everything he had bookmarked just wasn’t doing it for him, he’d watched them all so many times, countless times, it was just boring, uninspiring, so dull now.
He attempts to find new material, digging deeper, desperately looking through the accounts he follows for something decent, even clicking on the accounts that they’ve quote retweeted from and the accounts that they’ve retweeted from and so on, and so on. Come on, something, anything to get him off so he can finally go to sleep. But it’s all the same repetitive, bland shit, fake moans, overacting, terrible angles, somethings just downright concerning, beomgyu huffing as he swipes out of yet another video. And he’s about to surrender for the night, having totally given up when-
Beomgyu blinks and pauses, then squints, tilting his head.
He sees something. It’s a short clip, no longer than thirty seconds, shaky camera, pretty bad lighting and shit quality, but it catches his eye, a woman her back facing the camera, their pretty hand pumping a dude’s cock, but not nicely. Like, meanly ? The dude’s wrists were tied together too with a pink silk ribbon as he begs, thighs trembling and he was sobbing. Actually sobbing. The woman speaks saccharinely to him, voice low and commanding “Don’t you dare cum unless I say you can, ‘kay?”
Beomgyu’s stomach does a weird flip.
Huh.
He’s never seen something like this before. Now, he’s not a completely vanilla person, he admits, but he’s never thought of this. It’s not exactly his usual cup of tea, he thinks? Beomgyu’s thumb hovers contemplatively, then he presses the button to the username of the original account a little too swiftly.
He views the whole profile, it’s a ‘femdom’ account. He clicks curiously on the most recent video and beomgyu’s jaw completely drops in pure, utter, sheer bewilderment once it loads.
What. The. Living. Fuck.
“Owww! Fuck!-Ugh…” Beomgyu rubs his nose, scrunching his face in pain as, in his absolute shock, had accidentally smacked his phone right onto his face. Then he lifts his phone again just to check once more. He’s hallucinating, he’s sleep deprived, so horny he’s gone into some psychosis maybe-no, he’s right.
Beomgyu’s world has imploded.
The video had loaded and it was much clearer, the women’s face much more visible.
That—it almost looks like—you. His flatmate. It has to be you. It must be you. It looks exactly like you. It’s definitely you. And he’s so sure of it because the woman is also wearing the exact bracelet you never take off, the one you had told him was gifted by your grandmother.
His timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate flatmate. Except, you’re spitting filthy, dirty, commanding words beomgyu didn’t even think you’d have knowledge of, much less would ever say. And you’re domming the shit out of a dude. You. What is going on…?!
You’re calling the guy pathetic, telling him to beg harder, your hand relentless around him as he squirms, sobs, drools for you. The way you looked while pumping this guy’s dick, your demeanour, your voice, sweetly taunting, it was so far removed from the you beomgyu thought he knew that beomgyu genuinely thought he was in some kind of alternative universe.
What’s worse is that, the scandalous words you’re spewing to the other guy has beomgyu’s cheeks heating up extremely fast, a flush crawling all the way up to his ears, and what you’re doing makes beomgyu’s dick give a sharp, embarrassing eager twitch at the sight. Oh, fuck no. No. He couldn’t. No. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. This was you! But, everything you were doing, you were so terrifyingly hot. And beomgyu found himself weirdly hard as hell, aching and straining against his pyjama bottoms, considering every other porn clip he’d been going through hadn’t prior.
Beomgyu couldn’t help himself. He was trying for this the whole night. He was so needy and horny now and it was starting to hurt! He knows he’s going to hell for this, he knows he’s a pervert, a creep, the worst flatmate in the world right now, but, fuck it. He’ll condemn for his sins later, he’ll never do it again, he’ll never look at your account ever again, he’ll erase it from his memories after this, he just needs this so bad right now.
Beomgyu’s hand goes straight down his plaid pyjama bottoms with the most embarrassingly, disgusting desperation he’s ever felt, hurriedly wrapping his hand around his dick, jerking himself off frantically. He slaps his other hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a noise, so you wouldn’t hear him jerking off to you in the next room as he watches you ruin another dude on his phone.
Beomgyu’s mind is screaming.
What are you doing, what are you doing, this is your flatmate, you’re going to hell, you’re insane!
But it just feels too good, his hips jerking up into his palm, eyes glued to the screen as you staunch off the other guy’s orgasm, slapping his balls and Beomgyu’s never been more turned on in his life. He’s moaning into his palm, muffled, shamefully as he fucks into his fist, and it’s so humiliating that this is what finally does it for him, of all things. It’s so, so wrong. But beomgyu is too far gone to care at this point, hips stuttering as he continues to move his hand over his cock, teeth biting down on his palm so hard and pressing it further to his mouth so you really can’t hear him whimpering.
Beomgyu cums pathetically fast. Mortifyingly fast. For some reason, the thought of him in that guy’s place, you saying those things to him instead, had made him cum even harder, spilling thick ropes of cum all over his fist. He pants, his bangs sweaty and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving and staring at his ceiling in stunned silence, he feels like he’s ascending, like he could go to heaven.
That is, until the post nut clarity hits, and- no, it’s definitely hell he’s going. He feels repulsive, guilty.
It was a one time thing, a slip up, a moment of weakness, it’d never happen again.
That’s what beomgyu had promised himself, but then the night came once again and he couldn’t find a good enough clip to get him off once more, the porn still unsurprisingly abysmal. He bit his lip, internally struggling with himself, angel and devil debating with each other on his shoulder, but alas he chose the devil’s side and quickly typed your username into the search bar.
And it started to become a regular occurrence. It was the only thing he could jerk off to anymore. He was addicted, obsessed.
He’d never really… looked at femdom stuff before, never thought he’d be into that. It felt too intense. Too embarrassing. Too emasculating. He was the one in charge, right? He liked being in control. Maybe he’s not even into it, maybe it’s just the absurdity of it all, the taboo-ness, the fact it’s just his cute flatmate he’s always had a crush on making porn, not the actual femdom aspect of it, no.
And yet, beomgyu, who said he’d never been into this kind of stuff, was still jerking off to every single one of your videos every night.
He feels guilty, he really does. Especially when you were still your sweet self, when you’d still do all these sweet things for him, when he’d see you cooking in the kitchen and the images of the videos he’d been watching and him moaning into his pillow came to mind. He still found it shocking that you were the same person. But technically, your videos are made for people to jerk off to it, you make your money off it, you profit off it, it’s not like he’s the only guy doing this, in fact, he’s increasing your view count, boosting your engagement. He’s helping you. Could even think of it as one of the many ways beomgyu tries to do things for you in return.
It makes sense now, how you had so much random expensive shit and collected things as a college student. He just always thought you had super rich parents or something.
You always filmed the videos with the same guy too and beomgyu recognised him as Choi Soobin, another student in your course and he’d frequent your room or you’d say you were going to his and studying with him but you were probably filming porn with him this whole time. He thought you guys were just friends. Were you dating? With the brief hi’s and small talk he’d have with soobin when he was at the flat, he’d always fucked with him, thought he was a pretty chill, cool guy. But now, every time, you’d say you were going to meet up with soobin, it filled him with this annoyance at the name. Fuck soobin, man. Why does soobin get to see that side of you? Why couldn’t it be beomgyu?
He wished you’d put him in his place, he was so jealous of soobin, he wants to know what it feels like in real life too. To have you saying that to him instead, have you touching him, you fucking him. He needs it. He fantasises about it all the time. Maybe if he keeps being an annoying flatmate, if he keeps on forgetting to do his chores, you’ll finally snap and get mad at him. Maybe you’d punish him, fuck him stupid? Maybe he should start doing that, turn into an insufferable flatmate. You’re always so calm, you never get angry at him. He wants you to get angry at him, wants you to yell at him, wants you to be mean to him.
Like routine, beomgyu was watching the latest clip you had posted, laying in his bed with his marshall headphones and his phone, a dim, sleepy amber glow over his room from his fairy lights as he fisted his cock with a mix of shame and arousal.
“You’ve been touching yourself without permission haven’t you? You tut at soobin onscreen. “What a pervert. So disappointing.”
It was as if you knew beomgyu was watching, and he could imagine you saying it to him instead which only made him move his hand over his dick faster, biting his lip as tries so hard not to whimper loudly.
“Touch your nipples for me too, baby.”
You instruct soobin and so beomgyu does it too, one of his hands reaching up to flick his nipple experimentally. Beomgyu gasps out at the sensitive feeling, continuing to flick his nipple with his finger again and again and then he cums with a startled loud yelp he hadn’t meant to let out. Beomgyu slaps a hand to his mouth instantly, praying that you’re fast asleep right now as he lets out pathetic shaky breaths, cum pooling on his tummy.
Beomgyu practically sprinted back from campus. You’d uploaded a new video whilst he was in his lecture he’d received the notification but he obviously couldn’t watch it there so he had to wait for all of his classes to be over, the day going by excruciatingly slow.
Beomgyu bursts into the flat and into his room with one singular goal. He jumps onto his bed, finds your twitter through his anonymous account, clicks on the recently uploaded excitedly, anticipating. Then he rummages through his bag next to him for his marshall headphones-oh shit. They’re not there. Where would he have put them? That’s when he remembers with a disappointed groan, he’d left them on the library desk when he’d taken a nap in between classes. It’s okay, he can just retrieve his precious headphones back from the library office. But is there time to go all the way back? He can watch it without headphones. You weren’t here, the flat was empty, you’d said you were going to hang out with soobin so you wouldn’t be back for a while. It’s fine. He doesn’t need them. What he does need is to watch the video though.
And so he does, he presses play.
You’re edging soobin again and beomgyu matches, trying to mimic your movements on soobin’s dick, trying to imagine you were edging him instead and he’s so immersed by now. His moans getting louder and needier, unabashed and shameless and it feels good to fuck himself, finally moan unrestricted without being scared you’d hear.
Beomgyu’s gasping now, trembling, edging himself just like you told Soobin to, whining out your name. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, please!” His eyes glassy, face scrunched up and sweaty and so into it, like you’re really there.
“You don’t deserve to cum today at all.” you spat in the video, stopping your movements on soobin’s dick.
“N-no, no, please! Don’t stop-ah, y/n…! I’ll be good.” Beomgyu babbles to no one, worriedly, furrowing his brow.
Beomgyu is completely engrossed in his fantasy, so engrossed, he doesn’t hear the front door open, doesn’t hear your footsteps over the squelching noises of his wet dick over his hand, over his loud as hell moans, over the video of your voice on full volume which is the only thing his ears are paying attention to.
He didn’t even realise his door wasn’t properly shut, hadn’t bothered to close it in his excitement when he came back, didn’t think it would be a problem at all.
The second you stepped in and heard your own voice from Beomgyu’s room, followed by his loud whimpers and moans of your name, you paused. Completely stunned. You pushed the door open slightly with one finger, peering in. This wasn’t disrespecting someone’s privacy if he was so shamelessly jerking off, if he was literally watching your videos. You had a right. And you were curious.
The idiot still doesn’t even notice that his door is open, that you’re watching him, too lost in pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, his back arching, hips lifting slightly off his bed as he ruts into his hand. What the hell. You’d never expected beomgyu to be so dirty like this. He was just your silly, funny flatmate that made your heart flutter just a little sometimes. And he was jerking off to your account? How did he even find it? He looked gorgeous like this though and it was definitely doing something to him in this state. You’d never thought beomgyu woukd be into any of this, into your account.
You clear your throat.
“OH MY GOD-!” Beomgyu screams high pitched and his eyes widen in pure horror, scrambling to pull his underwear up and trying to cover his body with his sheets, throwing his phone away so fast, but then realises the video is still on and you can still hear your voice and soobin’s so he quickly reaches back for it, fumbling to try to pause it, body and whole face as red as the ripest strawberry. “Y-y/n-i-i-shit—I’m s-so sorry, I’m s-sorry, I w-wasn’t, I wasn’t—I mean I was, but not like that—I’ll move out—I’ve disrespected you—I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me—I-I’ll-I’ll move out tomorrow-”
Beomgyu was genuinely crying. Actual tears, bottom lip wobbly and hiccuping so cutely. It was endearing and also amusing. This was all working in your favour.
“Beomgyu,” you interrupt his panicked ramblings, crossing your arms. “Relax. I’m not mad. Don’t you want me to touch you?”
He stops. Mouth agape.
“I…what.”
“Don’t you want me to fuck you? Wanna know what it actually feels like?”
Beomgyu blinks, not believing these are words coming out of your mouth. “A-are you serious? What—what about Soobin? Aren’t you guys dating?”
“No we’re not dating, we’re just partners. We had a little fight and he backed out on filming today. I need someone else.” You look beomgyu up and down, satisfied. “You’ll do.”
Beomgyu’s jaw drops, “Me??!!”
“Unless you don’t want to. Then that’s fine.”
Beomgyu shakes his head vehemently, still in shock that any of this is happening. How have you not kicked him out of the flat?! “N-no! No! I want to! I really want to!”
Beomgyu has never subbed before.
This was all terrifyingly new. He feels like a virgin all over again. Nervous, embarrassed, not sure what to do. But the second you shove him flat on the bed, rubbing him through his calvin klein underwear and messily making out with him, he gives into you just so, so, so easily, instantly melting at your small touch and the neediest sounds he’s ever heard from himself before, that he tries so hard to suppress, but ultimately leave his mouth, humiliatingly high. He still can’t believe any of this is even real right now.
Beomgyu breaks from the kiss reluctantly, eyes half lidded and his lips swollen and sticky from your lip gloss, whole body heated up, whimpering as you still grind your palm on his clothed dick and he grasps tightly onto the fabric of your top, “Ah…don’t want you to go soft on me…” beomgyu looks into your eyes so sincerely, so earnestly, so serious with his big brown eyes, “Please…want you to be mean to me, want you to use me. I can take it all….Wanna be better than soobin. I can.”
You giggle at him, cocking an eyebrow, “You want me to be mean?”
Beomgyu nods quickly, “Please….”
“You think you can take it?”
“Yeah, yeah…I can.”
You lean in, pressing your lips just beside his ear, breath hot as he closes his eyes, nervously. “But you already look so gone, gyu.”
Beomgyu whimpers and shakes his head, skin prickling up at that. “No! I-I’m not. I swear.”
“Prove it to me then.” You challenge, grinning.
He watches as you grab your phone, propping it up and pressing record, then you slid your panties down, taking them off, hearing beomgyu’s breath catch audibly in his throat. You grin as you make your way to his body, hovering over beomgyu’s face. His pupils dilate so wide and then he stares up at your pretty pussy in awe, seemingly entranced, lips slightly parted and he just looks so incredibly dumb it’s cute.
You slowly lovee yourself onto his face, smothering him with your pussy and beomgyu wastes absolutely no time, gripping onto the plush of your thighs hard and already diving in, eagerly lapping at your pussy like a starved puppy, getting to work, concentrating so hard on eating you out, shuddering and shakily trying to keep it together but he’s falling apart already.
The sounds over the room are so obscene and nasty as beomgyu slurps and sucks and basically makes out with your pussy sloppily, his beautifully sculpted nose bumping against your clit and you have to admit, beomgyu is pretty damn good at this. Soobin is usually so careful, so shy and slow at eating you out but beomgyu is the complete opposite, licking at your pussy so fervently, so messy, so diligently as if it was his only purpose in life.
“Gosh, gyu.” You sigh out, running your fingers through his hair, “So you were getting off to my videos this whole time? You’re really the nastiest pervert I know.” Beomgyu just whines and cries out muffled pitifully beneath you, the sound vibrating straight to your core. “Stick your tongue out for me.”
He obeys instantly, sticking his tongue out for you like a panting dog and you begin to ride his face harshly. “You have such a ridable face, gyu. Should I ride your face all the time?” Beomgyu moans whorishly loud into your cunt in response to that, attempting to nod. You’re just completely using his face now, roughly gripping his hair and savagely grinding yourself on him, literally suffocating him with your pussy but beomgyu loves it, he loves that you’re finally roughing him up, loves that he finally gets to see this side of you too.
His poor dick is all leaky and flushed, throbbing as he humps the air desperately, wanting to feel some sort of friction to try and relieve himself just a little but he ruts into nothing, whining sorrowfully into your cunt.
He begins to choke slightly underneath you from the lack of air but he doesn’t try to get you off him at all, taking it all, just his shiny teary puppy eyes staring up at you.
“Yeah, that’s it. I’m cumming, gyu. Such a good boy for me.” You shudder, tugging on his hair harder, riding his face impossibly deeper and finally cumming all on his pretty face. Beomgyu splutters and chokes but at the sound of your praise, and you calling him a good boy, he blushes and malfunctions, brain short circuiting. A good boy…he’s spiralling. It sounds so good coming out of your mouth. He never knew he wanted to be called a good boy so bad. His hips jerk wildly, like the praise alone had nearly made him cum too.
When you finally lifted yourself off his face, beomgyu gasps out for air, breathing in and out and taking in deep shaky breaths. His swollen plump lips, chin, nose, the whole of his lower face completely drenched and soaked, glistening in your juices.
“Holy shit...” Beomgyu licks his lips and around his mouth, savouring the taste of you, looking so completely blissed out, dazedly smiling so stupid and dopey and so content with his life.
You can’t help but laugh and scoff at the ridiculous look on his face. You take your phone once again and move further down on his body, straddling his hips, pinning his wrists down beside his head on the pillow. You bring your phone to his face, angling the camera and filming him. He suddenly gets camera shy and embarrassed, self conscious, realising, really realising that this was all being filmed, that it’s his expression being filmed now and not soobin’s, that everyone can see him reduced to this state for you. Isn’t that embarrassing for a man?
He turns his face, trying to hide in the crook of his arm, cheeks red with shame. You giggle, amused. “Oh, so now you’re shy?” You coo and tug his arm away gently, exposing his face again. His blush impossibly deepens.
But he can’t seem to care at all once you start sliding on his wet dick and he takes a sharp intake, shivering and squirming at the feeling, eyes rolling, “s-sshit!” Beomgyu shuts his eyes in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering obnoxiously prettily. This is all so surreal still. You meanly laugh at the look on his face, shoving the phone more in his face, moving his cock against your folds up and down.
“Oh,” Beomgyu breathes out as you unceremoniously sink down on him in one go, “Oh, fuck—” His eyes literally go cross eyed at the feeling of being inside your pussy. You swivel your hips around him and he gasps for air, his back arching tensely and then you begin to ride him. He turns into even more of a melted puddle, brain completely slushed, in complete ecstasy. For a second, he attempts to suppress his moans again but then realises he’s doesn’t give a fuck at all and starts moaning out shamelessly so loud.
“Is this better than watching me online? Hm? Better than how you fantasised every night?” You bounce on his dick, unrelentingly.
"Mmmggh. ‘Sso good…pussy so good. Better than i everr ‘maginedd.” Beomgyu slurs, mouth hanging open and so fucked out, drooling all over himself.
You chuckle lowly, “Open your mouth.”
He does so, mindlessly, just looking up at you with his sparkly round eyes. You lean down, grabbing his jaw, tilting his face up and using your thumb to softly trace over his delicious bottom lip, wiping away some of the drool that was dribbling at the corner of his mouth. You bring yourself closer, spitting in his mouth and landing on his waiting tongue. He moans like he was being fed something divine, sticking his tongue back in, closing his mouth and pliantly swallowing, his sharp adam’s apple bobbing, then he sticks his tongue out like a slut again, asking for more. You shake your head and laugh breathlessly, aroused at how hot he looks. You spit into his mouth once again, kissing him roughly right after, swirling your tongue and sharing your spit and saliva messily with him. Beomgyu just moans into your mouth more, bucking his hips and meeting your movements needily, swallowing once you stop kissing him.
You fuck him frantically and unforgiving, throwing your phone off to the side so you can properly ride him, pinning both his wrists as his head lolls and moves with every violent bounce.
“Please…can I cum?” Beomgyu chokes out, eyes rolling to the back of his head, he’s surprised he’s even gotten this far without blowing his load.
You give him a disappointed look and tsk, “Already? But I thought you said you could take it or was that all just talk? The real thing too much for you?” You mock him, tilting your head down at him.
“Please, I c-can’t take it anymore.” He looks up at you with his pretty doe, puppy dog eyes, pouting at you in despair, long lashes fluttering to get you to give into to him, you get lost in those eyes and, for a split second, you almost do, but then you furrow your brows at him.
“Yes you can. You can hold it for longer.” You tell him sternly.
“A-at least slow down then, pleaseee!” Beomgyu pleads.
You scoff, “No.”
He whines but doesn’t do anything else, hands bunched into tight fists to try and staunch his orgasm off, fighting with his own body for you. He doesn’t want to make you disappointed even more, he’s being such a bad sub and he’s so upset at himself.
You just go faster in spite of him, even sadistically clenching tightly around his dick from time to time and he loses his mind, fearfully moaning like a bitch now, nearing his breaking point, his messy damp bangs falling into his eyes that he can’t see anything, just scrambling to keep himself from cumming and biting his lip so hard it hurts. He can be good he can be good he can be good he can be good-
You feel him twitching inside you and then he cums, whole body convulsing, spurting his load inside your pussy. It hits him so hard, that for a moment his mind goes blank. It feels too good, he forgets for a second, losing himself in the pleasure and going limp, eyes fluttering closed and sighing out as if he’s floating.
But then he remembers.
He jolts upright with, eyes flying open wide, face full of alarm. His breath catches and he stares at you in shock, wide eyed, as if only just realising now what he's done.
"Oh god. Oh god, I'm sorry. I’m so sorry!." Beomgyu freaks out, panicked and nervous, stuttering out apologies, just as surprised about his orgasm as you were. "I-i didn't mean to! I s-swear-" Beomgyu cries in humiliation. He swears he’s never prematurely came like that. He’s never came that fast before. It’s just because it’s you. He’s never felt anything like this before. It’s too much.
You slap him across his face and he gasps, bringing his hand to his now stinging, reddened cheek, looking up at you with shocked teary eyes. “Did you just cum in me?!” You say in disbelief and fury at him. But his dick twitches inside you again at the slap and the scolding. He can’t believe he actually just made you angry. He’s never seen you this angry, never seen you look at him this way and it’s so hot.
You expected him to look at you like a sad little puppy getting told off but he just looks so excited. “Did you seriously get turned on from me slapping you? You like this?” You slap him across his other cheek, his face turning to the side in the pillow and he looks so sexy. Then he nods happily, eagerly, lips parted around a soft moan that he doesn't even try to hide. “Wow. You’re not good for anything but being a pervert, aren’t you? So much for proving yourself better than soobin.” You slap him again.
That makes his expression fall, hurt splashing on his face. “No I can. Please cum on my dick. I-i can take it.” He looks like he’s about to cry because he disappointed you, and also because he hates soobin and so desperately wants to be the one you use. Hopefully you’ll use him more after this, and get rid of soobin for good.
“You couldnt even take it before.” You sneer.
He looks at you with his lips heavily downturned it’s comical. “No I can take it this time. Use me. Please. I’m your toy.” His eyes go half lidded just thinking about it, licking his lips, hips bucking involuntarily inside of you at the thought.
So you grab his shoulders, starting to move on his dick again and he winces from the overstimulation, you lift yourself off and slam back down, bouncing on him faster and faster as he writhes and you dig your nails into his shoulder hard, his doll lashes clumped together with tears.
You fuck the life out of him, hips slamming down without mercy, pace rough and so cruel, and all he can do is just emit the most garbled moans and sounds, throwing his head back, taking whatever you give him, so deliriously far gone by now. He loves this so much, loves you wrecking him, loves you fucking him, it feels so good to just let you do whatever with him.
You bring one of your hands to rub at your clit to get you to reach your high and bring your other hand to flick at beomgyu’s nipple. The reaction is instant, his whole body jerking. He’d already recently discovered how sensitive his nipples really are but for some reason you touching them made them 10x more sensitive and it just felt too good, his cries accelerating and elevating in pitch, strangled moans leaving him like a girl.
One last look at the fucked out boy underneath you and you cum around his poor cock, clenching down hard, squeezing every drop of sanity out of his poor body.
“You can cum, puppy.” You tell him sweetly, cupping his cheek, seeing how he was trying so hard not to for you, waiting for you to tell him, and with a sinful cry and hearing the pet name come out your mouth that flusters him greatly, beomgyu cums inside you once more, shooting copious amounts into you. His whole body lifts off the bed in one final arch, eyes rolling back completely, mouth slack, tears streaking down his cheeks, lips trembling as he moans your name over and over again.
You find your phone and make sure to film his gorgeous, ruined face as he orgasms hard. He lays there in a complete daze. Mind gone. Collapsing. Beomgyu thinks it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life, feeling like he’s going to pass out, his vision swimming, feeling euphoric. And he needs a while to finally come back down to earth.
After the sex, you’re reverted back to your normal, how beomgyu would say it, ‘timid, shy, polite and quietly considerate’ self, saying so much praises to beomgyu, wiping him off, kissing him.
Beomgyu hugs you tightly, arms wrapping around your waist with the intention of not letting go any time soon. His head burrows into your neck, face flushed and sticky against your skin as you run your fingers through his hair.
“I never knew you were like this…” beomgyu mumbles into your skin, sleepily.
You giggle, “I never knew you were like this either.” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, embarrassed, hiding his face in your neck, making you laugh and he hits you playfully. “Why?” You tease, Do you like it more?”
“I like every part of you.” Beomgyu kisses your neck, smiling.
Soobin saw the notification whilst laying in bed, clicking on it. He watches the recently uploaded video, bitterly. It was beomgyu. His hands clench tightly, annoyed, pissed off, especially at seeing how many likes it got, more than usual, feeling his heart break into two, chest aching. You didn’t even ask him how he felt about it.
He’d backed out of filming that day, told you he didn’t feel like it, which was true but he obviously didn’t tell you the reason why. He’d been thinking about you all day and just felt if he filmed with you that day, he’d feel even more like shit, that his heart wouldn’t be able to take it. He didn’t think you’d go to him.
He’d always had this inkling about beomgyu, always something off about that dude. Too obvious. Soobin had picked up on it instantly. That barely concealed crush he tried to pass off as casual friendliness. He'd always felt slightly threatened by him. When you know someone could take something from you without even realising. But you’d said he was just your flatmate. Clearly that wasn’t it anymore.
He’d known from the start what this was. He told himself he was fine with it, in fact, he was the one who had suggested it, being used, being filmed, being close to you in some way, because at least it was something. And he liked being that. Liked that he got to see parts of you no one else did. It made him feel special.
But now beomgyu had that too. And he wasn’t sure whether he’d have to share you now, or if you’d totally discard him.
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୨ now she running from the dick ♡ i told her stay with it ୧
୨syn♡psis ⇝ san's friends come to hang out but when you join in on the mix—which was awkward—his friends can't get enough of you. san noticed, making them leave early. your punishment was soon to come.
୨g♡nre ⇝ san x f!reader, rough sex, denied orgasms, multiple orgasms (each), different positions, dirty talk, oral sex (m!receiving), mouth fucking, pervy friends, thoughts of cucking, foursome, oral (f!receiving), oral (m!receiving), nipple play, size kink, reader is fucked dumb(er), mentions of drinking, spanking and definitely more but.. this is a lot already
"isn't this what you wanted?" san grunted, pushing his cock harder into your pussy. your legs were pushed part, his knees digging into the bed. "practically throwing yourself at my friends with that outfit. such a fucking slut." you grabbed at anything you could—bedsheets, your boobs, his arms—you tried so hard to ground yourself, knowing your next orgasm would shatter you. but wait.. we need the backstory.
earlier
"hi, sannie." you beamed, bending over the couch, kissing his cheek; he gave a warm smile and kissed your cheek back. you looked up, noticing his friends. that's right.. they were coming over today. "hi," you whispered to them awkwardly. they waved back with awkward and soft smiles. you weren't as close to his friends; however, it was always little awkward for his friends when you came around. you, being a little more on the oblivious side, you didn't know why it was so awkward. but, of course, san did.
you came around the arm of the couch, sitting next to san. he peeped your short pink skirt when you came around, that was already short enough just by standing—it rode up a bit when you sat down. his friend yunho, the eldest of the 4, stared down at your thighs. his mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to stuff his head between them—he wanted to feel your plush thighs squeeze his head from his tongue. he wanted to look up at you as you withered.
meanwhile his other friend—and closest—wooyoung, slid down in his seat, "trying to get comfortable." in truth, he was really trying to catch a glimpse of your panties. and if he was lucky, which he definitely was not, you wouldn't be wearing any. he could see the faint outline of your lips pressing against and that was enough for him. his hands gripped onto the baggy crotch of his pants, secretly "adjusting" them.
and to his last friend, mingi. mingi wasn't too focused on your thighs or trying to get a glimpse of your pussy—no, he was more entranced by your boobs and tight your shirt was. your boobs were practically spilling out in his eyes. and ever since you had walked in, the way they slightly bounced drew him in. he wondered what it would get like to make you cum just from sucking your nipples or maybe just to knead your boobs in his big hands.
the only thing standing in between them and you was san.. all in all, the three of them have always looked at you like they wanted to snatch you away from him. but san wasn't gonna let that happen. that's why it was so awkward between you guys. you've just yet to notice how they look at you.
you clung tightly onto your boyfriends arm, pressing your puffy cheek against the muscle. "what are you guys doing?" you chimed, breaking the quick silence that filled the area when you walked in. san shook his head, "nothing much. just planning on the next time we can go get drinks." you nodded. "can i come?" looking up at san with a smile; he chuckled in response.
it seemed like all 3 of san's friends were telepathic—like they were sending the same thought to each other. that thought being you drinking a shit ton of alcohol with them, the 4 of you getting drunk. and yes.. the 4 of you. san wasn't included in this. they didn't want san to be involved—they wanted to have you to themselves.
they wanted to have you spread out for them. yunho's face would shoved deep into your pussy, smothering himself in your juices—his big hands, one that he thought could touch you better than sans, groping your thighs. at the same time, mingi's lips were wrapped around your hard nipple, sucking his life away. his other hand, which he also thought was better than san's, groping away at your other boob—just wanting to make sure they both get treated right. and lastly, wooyoung sitting on his knees beside your head. his cock, which—not surprisingly, i mean all three of them think they're better out of jealousy—he thought was better than san's, was getting pushed into your throat. yunho would feel how your thighs clamped around his head from the double—possibly triple—amounts of pleasure as you came. mingi would feel how you arched your back, pushing your chest into mingi. and wooyoung would feel how you choked on his cock, his cum and your moans. all the while, san would be sitting across the room only getting to watch them make you cum and sob—over and over and over again. all without him.
these thoughts were short-lived when they heard san chuckle and tell you no. a small pout forming on your face. oh, what those 3 boys would do to fuck that pout off your face. maybe even give you another reason to pout. "i told you no the last time you asked. you should know i won't change my mind." san pressed a loving kiss to your pout. he was never embarrassed to kiss you in front of his friends; he loved showing off the fact that he has an amazing girlfriend. and he loved the fact that he could show off how much he loved you.
"you're right." you looked at san with a small smile. he gently rubbed up your thigh; a little high. his fingers accidentally pushed your skirt higher making you giggle and pull it down. "ok, i'll get out of your way. go back to talking about your drinks or whatever." you giggled, standing up. bending down in front of san, you pressed a kiss to his lips. he kissed back, lightly biting at your lip and pulled you a bit closer.
yunho, mingi, and wooyoung watched. yunho leaned forward in his seat, watching your skirt come up to show almost half of your ass—your ass was too big to be in that tiny skirt anyway. they all caught a glimpse of your pink lace panties. they, especially wooyoung, got a better glimpse of the lips of your pussy. and what seemed to be a small, but sort of growing, wet spot right where your entrance would be. they all mentally groaned at the sight.
your lips carefully traveled to his jaw. his hands enveloped your face. "not here, baby." he whispered in your ear; you only seemed to grow wetter at the nickname. if you looked close enough, which i'm sure they all did and they all saw, you could probably see how your pussy twitched at the name. you nodded, licking your lips—finally, standing up straight. "ok, bye boys." you giggled before walking back upstairs. san watched you leave—they all did. they all watched you ascend up the staircase and back into your bedroom.
"enjoy the show?" san questioned the 3 boys—their cheeks suddenly flushed red. "u-uh, what?" yunho sputtered. san lightly smacked his lips, rolling his eyes, "don't think i didn't notice. i could see the way you guys were practically drooling over her. you want my girlfriend that bad and it's shameful; i'm right here. right in front of you, right beside her."
"look, man, we didn't mean to. it's just she's so- i don't know the right words to say without sounding like an asshole." wooyoung explained cautiously. yunho and mingi nodded vigorously in agreement. "and it's like she knows what she's doing. bending down in a tiny skirt, wet pussy in front of our faces.. we couldn't help it."
san froze. "wet?" san raised an eyebrow as he questioned. all three of them nodded. san thought about how you could get off from getting him mad and teasing his friends. he knew you were a little oblivious, no doubt, but this.. he knew you knew what you were doing. "is something wrong?" mingi broke san's deep thoughts and concentration. "nothing, nothing." san said, scratching his neck, "uh, can we hang out some other time. we can get drinks next week if you'd like." san offered. they looked between each other, having an idea of what was going on. they all nodded, deciding on friday next week.
he showed them to the door, waving to them as they all got into yunho's car and pulling off. san closed the door, letting out a huff and chuckle. he shook his head at your tricks and teasing.
lying in bed on your stomach, your skirt was flipped up in the back from flopping onto the bed. you scrolled through your feed mindlessly, not noticing san standing into the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. a small cough came from san, your head snapping to the door, "oh, hi sannie." you giggled—you sat up on your elbows as he walked over. "your friends gone already?" san crawled on the bed, straddling your ass—his hands landed on your shoulders, rubbing gently. his stomach laid on your back, trapping you between the bed and his body. your eyes fluttered closed in relaxation. "wouldn't you like to know, huh, baby?" san whispered in your ear.
a small giggle left your throat from confusion and the tickling sensation against your ear, "what?" you whispered back, still a small smile on your face. "teasing my friends—bending down with your wet pussy in their face. you should know how they feel about you; see how they look at you." he whispered, his hands stopping their movements. you froze, eyes opening quickly. "h-how do they feel about me?" you stuttered, blinking a little too fast.
he chuckled under his breath. "oh, baby.. they all want to fuck you. they want to know what it's like to have your lips around their cock. what it's like to cum deep inside your pretty pussy. what it's like to eat you out until sobbing and your legs won't stop shaking." he said lowly. you whimpered at the thought and "realization". san chuckled lightly at your desperation. "oh, don't act like you didn't have some sense of what you were doing." his hand lightly grazed your ass. "you wanted them to see. you want to see how far they'll take it." san's teeth nipped at your ear.
"no, sannie." you breathed out. you slightly shook your head, denying all of his accusations. "deny it all you want, baby. how do you want your punishment?" he asked, lips grazing your shoulder. this sudden softness would soon be gone—both of you knew it. "punishment?" you whined. the weight off your back left. your body was suddenly picked up and thrown over san's shoulder like a rag doll. a small yelp left your lips.
san put you back down, bending you over the bed. "admit it, baby. you knew what you were doing." he commanded. your face was pressed into the sheets, not noticing his raised hand. "i didn't, i sw- ah!" you yelped, hips wiggling as you felt a hard smack laid across your ass. he bent over, his chest touching your back. his lips ghosted your ear, "come on, y/n. just say it." you gulped, "i didn't, sannie." you whined. smack! another hit landed across your ass, just on the other side. you held back at moan, and you'd be dumb if you thought san wouldn't notice.
he scoffed, "you enjoy this don't you? you get off in that pretty little head, loving how i punish you." you whined, agreeing to his words without actually saying it. he stood up, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness soak through the thin fabric of your panties and skirt. san shook his head in disbelief. his dumbed-out princess was a horny slut. "one more chance, y/n," san warned. you didn't respond, more curious about what would happen if you stayed silent. the last smack was laid across your ass, harder than all the rest. "ah, fuck, san!" you squealed. your ass moved against his hips, the sting of the slap triggering some sort of response within your body.
san gripped onto your skirt, pulling them down along with your panties, and letting them pool at your ankles. you clenched around nothing as the subtle breeze hit your wet pussy. san looked down and saw how wet you were, "god.." he breathed, running a finger through your folds, collecting the juices that layered in between. a small whimper left your throat, too impatient for any sort of foreplay. without any warning, san pushed his cock into your tight pussy. what really took the cake was how you never heard him take off his own clothing. maybe it was your dazed mind or maybe you chose to ignore it. san's cock was something else.. yeah, it was a little above average in length, but the overall girth was a whole different subject. he stretched you out perfectly. it was almost painful—a good kind of pain—when he pushed into you.
san immediately bottomed out, throwing his head back, "so wet and tight. all for me." moving on his own time, his hips snapped recklessly into your ass. high pitched squeals were pushed out of you with each thrust, "s-sannie!" your muffled moans seemed to still echo and bounce off the walls. san's hand gripped your hair, pulling your head out of the sheets. san's hips were like his best tool. he always knew the perfect way to roll them deep into you. tears pricked your eyes from the slight burn in the back of your head and the coil that tighten in your stomach. san knew you were close by the way your pussy spasmed on his cock. he pulled his cock all the way out, letting your hair go; a loud whine coming from you. you didn't get to cum and you felt so empty.
"want you to suck my cock, make sure you know it's the only one you'll ever have in your mouth." san whispered in your ear before turning you around the face him. you dropped down onto the floor, legs already weak. your hand grabbed onto his slick-covered dick, pumping a couple times before sucking on his tip. "s-shit, baby, don't tease me." he stuttered along with his hips. and with that stutter of his hips, he pushed his cock into your mouth, the tip of his dick meeting your throat making you slightly choke, but you quickly caught yourself. you bobbed your head back and forth on his cock, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. your hand pumped the rest that wasn't in your mouth. by the way his cock twitched in your mouth, you could help wasn't going to last long. just a couple more pumps and his cum was leaking down your throat. "ah, so good at sucking my dick, baby." his praise filled your ears. "swallowed?" he asked. you stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. he chuckled, "good girl. bed." you got up on wobbly legs, crawling onto the bed.
he got on after you, pulling you to him, your back was arched and your ass in the air. once again, your head pushed into the covers. "gonna fuck you so good," san groaned. you watched as he pushed himself back into you, hands gripping your hips in a bruising hold. "fuck! so big.." your back arched lower, letting him in deeper—a new angle of san pressing into that gummy spot. his hips immediately moving, "want you to know i'm the only one who can fuck you like this. they can't have you like this. who's pussy is this, huh?" he growled. "y-yours, sannie." you whimpered. your sensitivity was high while your thought process was lower. san was fucking the ability to think out of you. incoherent mumbles left your mouth every time san fucked into that spot—which was very often.
his hand snaked under your hips, sneaking down to your clit. your breathing pick up, an adrenaline rush coursing through your body. you sat up on your elbows, bringing your head up. your thighs trembling and your hips twitched forward into his hand. "t-too much. right there!" you moaned, feeling close. san could only chuckle at your trembling orgasm. "cum, princess." your head fell back into the sheets as your orgasm ripped through you. cum dripped down your thighs as your hips still bucked forward to find anymore stimulation. san's thrusts got sloppy, the sounds of wet thrusts echoing through the room. this felt more like a prize than a punishment.
san pulled out, quickly flipping you over on your back, so he could release on your stomach and tits. he groaned at the sight. as you went to sit up, thinking he was done with you, he pulled you back down, "you think i'm done with you? i'm not stopping until i've completely broken you." san spat. your heart raced, but not from fear. "isn't this what you wanted?" san grunted, pushing his cock harder into your pussy. your legs were pushed part, his knees digging into the bed. "practically throwing yourself at my friends with that outfit. such a fucking slut." you grabbed at anything you could—bedsheets, your tits, his arms—you tried so hard to ground yourself, knowing your next orgasm would shatter you.
"i wonder what my friends would say seeing you like this." san chuckled as he rammed his cock into you. you were still tight around him, your pussy still spasming. you looked at his cocked as it disappeared in your pussy and reappeared over and over again. you threw your head back. "how 'bout i call them, yeah?" he grabbed his phone, slowing his movements down—the sounds that your pussy was making from the force of his cock was still evident. the facetime was quickly picked up to a sweaty san. you don't know if it was unfortunate or fortunate, but all three of them picked up. "what's up?" mingi's voice rang out into the room. "you ok, man?" yunho asked at sam's sweaty figure. wooyoung didn't say anything because his 'what the fuck are you doing?' expression was all that was needed. "i have a bit of a surprise for you." san said, a faint whimper leaving your lips. san put the camera closer to your pussy before flipping it. your beaten up and red pussy on display for the three of them. mingi's eyes widened. all three of their dicks seemed to grow hard. "look at her," san titled the camera up to your broken figure and tear stained face, "go ahead, get off on it." san directed the three.
the boys wasted no time whipping out their dicks, and getting off to you. "shit, san. fuck her pussy faster. wanna see her squirt," wooyoung moaned. san listened, fucking into your pussy with a ruthless pace. your moans got louder, a couple of tears leaving your eyes from the overstimulation. wooyoung groaned with his head thrown back, imagining he was the one fucking your pussy so good. "make her play with her tits," mingi breathlessly sighed. san looked up at you, "you heard him." san spat. you pulled up your shirt, revealing your bare tits. your fingers twisted your nipples, adding to the sensitivity and pleasure that overcame your body. "g-gonna cum, san," you moaned. he stopped his thrusts, letting the feeling of your orgasm fade before picking up again. "her clit, san," yunho whined, wanting to see your boyfriend toy with your swollen clit until you were completely shattered.
san laid a slight slap on your clit making your hips jerk forward, "sannie, please. need to cum." you begged through tears, and a slight humiliation. san's fingers roughly played with your clit, your legs subconsciously trying to close, but san wasn't gonna let that happen. he slapped your clit harder, your legs pushing back open with a moan. san rubbed your clit until you were practically screaming, "cum, y/n, let them see what it's like when you cum." san guided you. your legs shook and your head threw back. your back arched off the bed as you felt your warm juices drip down your thighs and pool under you.
wooyoung groaned as he came, watching you squirt on san's cock. "holy shit!" mingi chuckled before he came. yunho had already came twice before—it made a lot of sense with him being the biggest pervert in their friend group. san kept thrusting until he came deep inside your pussy. "ah, shit." he said as he pulled out. san kept your legs open, focusing the camera on his cum leaked out of your beaten up pussy. you moaned as san took his cum on his fingers, pushing it back into you. "good job, baby." he praised. san flipped the camera around, "that's the first and last time you'll ever see her like this. so, i hope you got your fill." san said before hanging up.
san walked into your bathroom, running the bath and grabbing some towels. "you did so good for me, baby," he bent down, kissing your cheek. "i'm sorry, sannie." you mumbled out. san brushed the hair out of your face. he forgave you without even having to say it. instead, he showed you. running you a bath, cooking you dinner, remaking the bed so you didn't have to, and letting you relax the rest of the day..
⊹ but I keep messin' with ya, and now you're messin' with me
⊹ synopsis ⇝ you and karina are from rival gangs, looking to hunt each other down. what happens when your bosses accidentally assign the both of you to the same hotel to take each other out?
"karina." a deep and smooth voice rang out; echoing throughout the dark and empty warehouse. I stepped forward, my chest involuntarily puffing out, my chin raising with confidence. my body bent forward, my head down and facing the ground. slowly rising my back up, my eyes met with my boss—kim jongin. "sir." I spoke. he grabbed a black envelope and slid it to me on his table. I grabbed it, opening it up. it was her. y/n y/l/n.
my face twisted in anger and shame. "2 years back, I sent you after y/n y/l/n. you were unsuccessful with returning her alive—unsuccessful at returning her at all," he reminded me. I nodded my head, my confidence slowly fading from my body. was I finally going to get my punishment for my failure? "but.. i've decided to give you another opportunity."
my ears perked up as if I was a puppy. my eyebrows slightly lifted as I lifted my head. "really?" my breath was airy and faint. he nodded, leaning forward. "this time will be different. bring her back dead; you have my orders to kill on sight." he instructed in a firm and serious tone. "yes, sir. I won't let you down this time." I replied. him choosing me and giving me another chance to go after my worst enemy gave me a confidence boost. he gave me a simple nod. I bowed before him once more before turning on my heels.
my boots echoed off each step up to the top floor, my hands gripping the envelope. sitting down in a lounging areas, crossing my legs and reopening the envelope.
[CONFIDENTIAL DIRECTIVE — RAVEN UNIT: BLACKLOTUS]
TO: KARINA
OPERATION CODE: ECLIPSE
TARGET:
Codename: LUNA
Real Name: Y/n Y/l/n (Alias: Black Mamba)
Affiliation: SIREN Syndicate
Status: High Threat
MISSION OBJECTIVE:
Terminate on sight. No negotiation. No extraction. You are the final step.
DETAILS:
Target is lethal. Reports suggest martial arts, skilled weaponry, and psychological warfare tactics. Known for high body count and zero traces. Last seen trailing intel out of Hongdae and ghosting a clean-up crew in Osaka.
Location pinged at Hotel Vanta, Room 1109, checking in under forged name C. Min. Expected to be alone. Window of opportunity: 18:00 - 23:00.
WHY YOU:
You’ve crossed paths before. You understand how she works. She left one of ours breathing just long enough to send a message.
WARNING:
Underestimating her will get you killed. This isn't just a hit. It's a statement.
No body, no payout.
No hesitation. No mercy.
Walk in quiet. Walk out alone.
End transmission.
I leaned my head back, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. sliding the intel back into the envelope, I headed for my room and started packing. the boss had already arranged a separate hotel for me—just a few miles from Hotel Vanta. strategic distance, less heat. I was scheduled to check in at Vanta the following day.
(your pov)
I flipped through karina's background file, fresh from my boss’s hands. looks like she’s still stirring trouble—still got my name on her kill list. but I’m not letting her get the first shot. not this time. I’ll end her before she even sees me coming.
Terminate the target on sight. This is not reconnaissance. This is an execution.
INTEL:
Target is lethal, surgically precise, and emotionally detached. Known for charm-based infiltration and silent kills. Internal chatter places her in Hotel Vanta, Room 1114, under the alias K.Jin. Intel suggests she’s alone — but don’t get comfortable. She doesn’t need backup.
This is the one who ghosted your extraction crew in Busan. Left your handler gutted and smiling like a message carved in skin. You were warned then: she won't miss but maybe we were wrong. More intel has let us know that she has trained harder so this time, just might not.
WHY YOU:
Because you’re the only one who won’t hesitate. You’ve danced with her before — long enough to know she’s not a shadow, she’s a blade. And a blade only stops when it’s broken.
DIRECTIONS:
Get in clean. Room 1114. No hesitation. No warning. Don’t let her speak. Don’t let her breathe.
DIRECTIVE FROM COMMANDER NYX:
“She’s not a girl, she’s a weapon. And weapons don’t get second chances.”
No trace. No noise. No mercy.
Finish it.
I scoffed at the final line in her file. she's not a girl, she’s a weapon. yeah, well—if she was really a weapon with any sense last time, I wouldn’t be breathing right now. tossing the envelope onto the pile of clothes in my suitcase, I zipped it shut. I was ready.
exiting the hideaway house, I slipped into the black van idling at the curb—engine humming low like it already knew where we were headed. Muse Valley Hotel was the first stop, a quiet shell of a place tucked into the hills just far enough from Vanta to stay off radar. the plan was simple: blend in, observe, wait. on the second day, I’d make my move. that's when I’d check into Hotel Vanta and finish the job. to finish yu jimin.
It wasn’t just a mission. It was a reckoning.
(karina's pov)
I stepped into the hotel—Muse Valley. “name?” the receptionist asked, her voice flat with exhaustion. “K.Jin,” i replied. her fingers clacked against the keyboard as she scrolled through the system, eyes barely meeting mine. “room 117, fourth floor,” she said bluntly, turning to grab a key off the wall. she handed it to me without another word. i took it, nodding once, then pulled my suitcase behind me toward the elevators.
the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime. i stepped inside, alone, the hum of fluorescent lights overhead sounding louder than it should’ve.
fourth floor. button pressed. doors closed.
as the elevator climbed, i caught my reflection in the mirrored panel—black hair falling sharp around my face, eyes unreadable. a weapon, not a woman. i had to remember that. my nerves were tighter than they should’ve been. she was only a few miles away. and i’d trained for this—two years of silence, sweat, and steel. y/n wouldn’t get past me. not this time.
the dull ding of the elevator and the light shake of the stop snapped me out of my thoughts. I stepped out, scanning the hallway with the same glance I gave every new place. subtle. fast. a rhythm built into my bones. just be aware of all my surroundings. room 117 was at the far end, right-hand side. as I walked, my boots barely made a sound against the carpet.
I unlocked the door and pushed it open. a single bed, curtains drawn over the windows, the room cold and uninviting. I shut the door behind me, tossing the keys onto the bed as I walked around, letting my gaze drift lazily over the ceiling and corners. a soft beep echoed from somewhere above, just behind the door. a camera. I didn’t flinch. I knew it was one my boss had placed before I even stepped foot in here.
(your pov)
as I watched tv in my room—room 112—a soft and faint sound hit my ears. boots. could be anybody. right? they didn't stay for long, they were gone after a couple of seconds. I relaxed back in my bed, continuing to look at the screen. something didn't feel right, and as great of a soldier I am, i've learned that my instincts aren't always right.
I pushed the uneasy feeling aside, focusing back on the TV, trying to drown out the quiet buzz of the room. but even as the hours ticked by, the weight in the air wouldn’t lift. something was lingering, just out of reach. I checked the time. almost midnight.
I shifted on the bed, pulling the blanket up, trying to get comfortable. my thoughts circled, like a loop I couldn’t shake. the sound of those boots. something oddly familiar. the strange tension in the air. but I couldn't find any reason to stay alert—nothing had happened.
still, I went through my usual checks. the door was locked, the window sealed. I slid the knife under my pillow, just in case. the TV flickered with some distant show, but I wasn’t really watching anymore. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the building settling around me. finally, exhaustion won. I closed my eyes, my body giving in to the weight of the day, even though my mind kept replaying the same thoughts.
tomorrow. it all happens tomorrow.
and with that, I fell into a restless sleep, the shadow of my mission hanging just above me.
(the next morning)
I pulled on my black leather shorts, the cool material sliding against my skin, fitted just right. the weight of the knife in its holster at my side felt like a steady reminder of what was to come. I need no more than a knife, for it that were to be useless, I was more of the weapon. the rest of the outfit was tactical: fitted shirt, boots laced tight, everything streamlined, nothing to hinder me. I fixed my fitted top in the mirror before tying my hair into a ponytail.
I stepped into the hallway, closing the door. shit. I forgot my earpiece. going back in, I grabbed it, fitting it into my ear. I walked back out, I turned to face the door closing it and locking it. my boots made no sound on the carpeted floor as I walked, each step purposeful.
I stopped. a small smile tugging at my lips as I felt the barrel of a handgun press against my skull. a chill ran down my spine—not because of fear, but from the exhilaration. the soft, almost imperceptible click of the gun—its chamber loading a round, the sound too familiar, too precise. a warning, a signal, and yet... I wasn’t moving.
"karina.." I spoke softly—the smug smile in my voice was noticeable. she hadn’t pulled the trigger yet. that was enough of a clue.
"it's been 2 years. you're still sloppy," I added, my tone a mix of amusement and challenge. her hand slightly shook holding the gun. the click of the chamber echoed in my ears, but I didn’t flinch.
I could practically hear her steady breathing behind me. the tension was thick, as if the world had paused, holding its breath just like we both were. "well, what are you waiting for? you have me? shoot. shoot, karina." I instructed. right as her finger moved to the trigger, I swiftly turned around, kicking her in her stomach. the gun flew down the hallway.
she bent forward, holding her stomach. she recovered quickly, eyes flashing with fury. without hesitation, she lunged at me, her movements fluid, precise. I sidestepped just in time, feeling the rush of air as her fist grazed my shoulder. karina spun on her heel, aiming a quick strike to my ribs. I blocked it, but the force pushed me back a step. She was fast—faster than before. a proud and amused chuckle escaped my lips, "you've gotten faster."
in my moments of glory and joy, before I could react, she lunged—her fist colliding with my jaw, knocking my head to the side. the sting was sharp, disorienting. she didn’t give me a chance to recover. karina's knee slammed into my ribs, and I staggered, the breath knocked out of me, my body falling to the floor. she's gotten stronger, too?
I tried to stand up, but she was already on me. with one swift movement, she grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my stomach. her legs straddled my back, one hand pushing my head to the floor. I let out a groan. "wow, karina.. I didn't expect this from you." I huffed, with a chuckle.
"there's a lot more where that came from," she said, grabbing my hair and lifting me up to her face. "really?" I smiled, locking eyes with her. karina nodded with a hum. "wanna show me?" I asked. karina huffed, slamming my head back into the floor. I left out a groan, my tooth cutting into my lip. "shit!" I cursed, the pain radiating through my face.
"you won't get away from me that easy." karina whispered. I forced myself to exhale, then with all the strength I had left, I heaved my body, twisting and bucking beneath her, overriding her words. she lost her balance for just a split second, and that was all I needed. I spun, knocking her off me with a violent push, her head hitting the wall. I grunted, standing up quickly. blood dripped from my lip—I wiped it off.
she struggled to stand up, her ears ringing from the impact of her head hitting the wall. as I walked over to her, I grabbed her by her hair, making her look up at me. "you may have gotten better, karina. but you'll never be as good as me." both of our breathing was heavy. karina went to sneak me— to punch me but I was quick to catch it and grab her wrist, twisting it behind her back. I yanked her up, dragging her toward the open door of her room.
karina tried to resist, but I slammed her into the doorframe, pushing her inside. the moment we crossed the threshold, my eyes locked onto the camera in the corner of the room. karina's eyes followed my gaze. “didn't expect that, did you?” karina asked, a smug chuckle coming out of her mouth. "you won't last. they'll be here soon." she sniffled, sort of struggling to breathe through her bloody nose.
"oh, yeah? and how long is soon?" I asked. she furrowed her eyebrows. "you won't make it.." she responded. I didn't say a word. instead, I walked her to her bed, pushing her on it and letting go of her arms. she sighed at the soft surface welcoming her in. she turned over, looking at me hovering over her. her breathing picked up—I couldn't tell if it was from fear or something else.
"something wrong, karina?" I bent down to her face. karina gulped. her eyes flicked from my eyes to my lips. she went to say something, her mouth opening, but nothing came out. karina's eyes drifted down to my fingers that were trailing her thigh. "I'm messin' with you. but does that make you nervous?" I asked, head dropping to her neck, my lips ghosting her neck.
"y/n..?" karina's voice was full of question, but laced with something deeper—desperation. her brows furrowed as my lips brushed her neck, slow, deliberate. she didn’t move, not right away. her hand gripped onto my side. I moved my hip back, pulling my lips out of her neck. "don't touch me," I commanded, not wanting to take any chances of her suddenly getting the upper hand on me. I grabbed the knife on my side, throwing it on the nightstand.
my lips traveled back to her neck, "we're not supposed to…” she whispered, voice barely holding together, not finishing her sentence—a gasp leaving her throat. “and yet,” I murmured against her skin, “here we are.” she shivered. not from fear, not from cold—but from everything unspoken between us. her body was still coiled tight beneath mine, but she didn’t push me away. not yet.
this time when she shivered, it was from my hand; my cold hand gripping onto her hip. my hand slowly traveled up her shirt as I slowly, deliberately, i parted my lips and pressed them against that spot just below her jaw. she stiffened, but didn’t pull away. my cold hand kneaded her breast until I felt her nipple grow hard. karina hissed, huffing a harsh breath.
I sucked gently at first, then harder, my mouth working over her skin in slow circles, my tongue flicking against the growing mark. a quiet sound escaped her throat, somewhere between a gasp and a curse. her fingers curled slightly against my side, unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer. "please.. let me touch you." karina's voice softly broke as I pinched her nipple.
my head arose from her neck, my lips brushing against her cheek as i hovered there. "and why would I let you do that?" I questioned her just above a whisper. her sharp, painted eyes flicked up to mine, dark and desperate, but still defiant. "the same reason you're touching me. to feel. not as an enemy or target." her breath was heavy, still feeling my cold hand gently stroking her thigh. "do what I say and I'll let you touch me." karina nodded slowly.
"lay back." I instructed. karina's back softly hit the bed, legs dangling off the edge. I pressed a small kiss to her exposed stomach before pulling her shorts off in one swift motion, along with her panties. she gasped at the sudden move and the cold air hitting her wet pussy. "I haven't touch you yet, karina. you're already this wet? tsk tsk." I chuckled at her pathetic attempt to close her legs and hide from me.
my fingers ran through her wet folds once—my finger bumped her clit and brushed against her entrance. karina hissed, moving her lips lightly; another chuckle escaped my lips. "so pathetic.." I spat. a whimper left her throat, eyebrows furrowing. "you want me to touch you right, baby?" I asked, running my fingers through once more and collecting some of her juices. she watched as I took my two fingers in my mouth, tasting her. she bit back a moan. I raised an eyebrow at her with a small smile. "answer me, karina." she quickly nodded.
I looked in her eyes as I took my middle finger and ring finger, slowly entering her pussy. a soft squelching noise echoing throughout the room. karina whined, moving her hips. I grabbed onto her hips roughly; not on purpose, it was sort of like a habit. something I couldn't really explain. "please, give me more." she whined.
"shh, baby. i'll give you more." I shushed. she nodded and sighed as she felt my fingers move at a slow pace, curling at just the right angle to push against that one spot. she moaned, her mouth left agape. "you like that?" I asked her and she nodded vigorously. my hand left her hip and pushed below her abdomen, onto her bladder. I moved my fingers faster, adding a third.
"ha- ah, fuck!" karina moaned, curling her fingers into a fist. she slammed her hands onto the bed, gripping the white sheets. she cried out, moving her hips uncontrollably. my thumb reached up to her clit, rubbing slowly. "look, karina." I turned my head to the camera. "I bet they're watching us. watching how you fall apart on your target's fingers. they must think you're so, so.. pathetic."
she turned her head to towards the camera, whimpering. she knew how pathetic she looked right now. the amount of pleasure—just from her target's fingers, I might add—was insane and made her feel like she was cloud9. "I'm gonna c-cum, y/n!" tears pricked karina's eyes the closer she got to the edge. "cum on my fingers, karina." I leaned up and whispered in her ear.
I pushed onto her clit and curled my fingers up once more into that one spot. she grabbed my wrist, crying out. "s-shit!" her back arched off the bed as she came on my fingers. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her pussy, looking down at her sticky mess.
she quickly came down from her high, sitting up on her elbows. she watched as I stuck half of my fingers in her mouth. I sucked off her cum, closing my eyes at the sweet taste. I opened my eyes to see her biting her lip, "taste." I said, grabbing her jaw. her mouth immediately opened. I smiled, sticking my fingers in her mouth. I watched her face as she sucked on my fingers.
her own hand traveled between my legs, her fingers finding my clothes pussy—she rubbed gently, but harsh enough to feel. "wanna taste you now," she said, her mouth leaving my fingers with a small pop. karina smiled at my shaky breath. I nodded, my mind going hazy. she got up, pulling up her shorts, leaving them up unbuttoned. I lied back on my elbows, her hands gripping my shorts and pulling them down to my ankles.
she kissed onto my abdomen, getting lower and lower each few kisses. as much as she wanted to wait a bit and tease me, she couldn't; karina wanted to taste me then and there. "now i'm messing with you." her lips left got down to my clit, pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to it. I threw my head back softly at the sensation. her lips wrapped around my clit, sucking on it softly. I let out quiet moan, leaning my head back up to watch her.
she looked up at me, flattening her tongue at my entrance and licked all the way up to my clit, once again, wrapping her lips around my clit. she suck harder this time, gripping onto my thighs. "karina. so good." I moaned. she giggled into my pussy, my thighs closing from the sensation.
she opened her mouth wider, pushing her head further into my pussy. her tongue did wonders at my entrance while her teeth occasionally bumped my clit. I moaned louder and more frequently. I placed my hand on the back of her head trying to push her face deeper—if that was even possible. "you're doing so good," I whined. karina lightly shook her head, slurping up all of my wetness. broke moans slipped out left and right. "karina, i'm cumming." I panted.
she pushed her tongue into my entrance to catch whatever she could. her slurps only got louder as I came. lifting her head from between my thighs, her mouth was covered in my slick. I leaned forward, kissing her lips—getting a taste of myself.
I pulled away, looking her in her eyes with a small smile. my hand tangled into her hair, gripping hard. I slammed her head into the nightstand, letting her hair go—her body going limp on the floor. I stood up, pulling up my shorts with a small hiss. I bent down to her, "aww, I'm so sorry, baby." I coo, pushing her hair out of her face. a bruise already forming at the side of her head.
picking up her limp body, I threw her over my shoulder. I grabbed my knife from the nightstand and put it back in the holster on my side. walking out of her room, I tapped the side of my ear, channeling my boss, "I got her." I spoke.
"copy that." he responded, the line disconnecting. "you should've known, yu jimin. never let your guard down."
⇄ synopsis ⇝ after you and yeonjun got kicked out your friends party for indulging in.. some inappropriate acts, he takes you back to your shared apartment and finishes what he started.
⇄ genre ⇝ smut, cum eating, squirting, overstim, fingering, messy, pussy drunk yeonjun, pet names, pussy slapping, face sitting, slight spanking
yeonjun held your hand as the both of you walked out of the party, holding in your laughter. getting in his car, neither of you said a word until you both looked at each other. you couldn't hold it in anymore and laughter filled the car. "he would've killed us if everyone weren't around," yeonjun said through deep breaths. he started the car, driving off.
"I still can't believe he caught us. I was so sure that he would've walked past us like last time." you mentioned, calming down from your laughing fits. "I can't get over how red his face got," yeonjun chimed, giggling.
yeonjun kept driving, the car ride silent for the most part without the occasional, 'I can't believe' or 'he was so..'. during the middle of the car ride, while silence filled the air, yeonjun's hand crept up your thigh. a sigh escaped your lips, your head tilting back. "yeonjun.. this is the exact reason we got kicked-" you were cut off, whining from his fingers softly rubbing against your already wet cunt. "but we're not at the party anymore, princess." he smirked, eyes still on the road, one hand on the wheel.
you shakily breathed out, biting your lip back. you weren't far from home but you knew he wouldn't give you what you wanted yet; you had to be good and wait until you were both home. with his constant rubbing and teasing along with your aching cunt and desperation, the car ride felt like an eternity.
you had never been so happy to see the lobby to your apartment building before. wasting no time, yeonjun pulled his hand off of your, now, soaking cunt, a small whine slipping from your throat. you got out, legs already a bit wobbly. he turned to you, chuckling, "already, baby? am I that good to you?"
yeonjun talks a pretty big game for someone who gets so into eating pussy that he clouds his own mind and he can barely remember how to properly say his own name. not to mention the amount of times he's came untouched; moreover, that's a different story for a different day.
"come here, baby," he says, holding out his arms and walking towards you. silly enough for you, you thought he was going to hug you, apologizing for making fun of you. but with yeonjun, that's never the case. his arms wrapped around your body, suddenly tossing you over his shoulder. his hand slapped down on your raised ass, making you squeal, slightly kicking your legs. he chuckled at your cute noise and reaction.
it didn't take long before yeonjun was unlocking the door with you still on his shoulder. he bent down until your feet touched the floor. fixing your hair and looking up at him, he was already smiling; he was ready. it took him no longer to grab your face and kiss you harshly. he walked you backwards, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom before your back could hit the door.
yeonjun turned, sitting down on the edge of the bed. he pulled you by your ass onto his thighs. his lips left yours and traveled to your nape. "so pretty, baby. you think he was just angry he can't be knuckle deep in your beautiful pussy like I can?" he asked. a faint whimper escaped your throat, and head leaning back subconsciously giving him more access.
"I wanna taste you so bad," yeonjun's voice muffled into your neck. you let out a small hum, biting your lip. he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you. looking down, his pretty pink lips were begging to suck on your pussy, to wrap around your clit, to be buried so deep in your wet pussy that when he pulls away out — which is something he definitely doesn't want to do — his lips will be glossy. so glossy and swollen that it looks like he put on your lip plumper.
pressing one more kiss to his dampened lips, you got off his lap, pulling down your skirt and panties. he watched in anticipation, noticing how you slowed down the pull of your panties to tease him. he softly winced, feeling the pressure of his dick push against his jeans. you took a step closer, gently pushing his shoulders. he allowed himself to fall back. he'd allow you to do anything. he was so completely, utterly wrapped around you finger, it was almost pathetic.
climbing across him body, you hovered over his abdomen. "you wanna eat my pussy, jun? wanna be drenched in my cum?" your voice was laced with something that seemed so sinister. you tilted your head, flashed a knowing smile, and let a soft giggle spill out, just to see how he squirmed. his hands gripped onto the covers, knuckles turning white. he softly nodded, staring into your eyes. his gaze dropped to your lips and then back to your eyes. he was silently begging you to sit on his face.
there was a tremble in the corner of his mouth, a tension in his jaw, as if he was holding himself back by sheer will. and when you didn’t move? he grabbed you by the bottom of your thighs, pulling you forward. he didn't let you pussy hover over his pleading lips for a second before pulling you down. your thighs enveloped his head and your pussy slightly withered on his tongue. "shit, jun.." you murmured. you let your eyes fall shut, sucking in a deep inhale.
his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling on your sensitive bud like his life depended on it. lacing your fingers into his hair, you softly tugged. "jun.. shit." you squeaked, your hips lightly dragging across his face. he flattened his tongue, letting you get off on it. it didn't last that long. yeonjun gripped onto your lower hips, taking it all in. he opened his mouth wider, making out with your pussy. you gasped, eyelids flickering closed as your eyes rolled back in your head, a small moan escaping your lips as the sensation overtook you.
somehow—with the way yeonjun ate you, you don't know how—you came back to your senses, letting out a echoing moan feeling his tongue rush over your clit. "yeonjun, baby.." you bit your lip back, looking down at him. he was already gone. his eyes were half-lidded, laced with desire and pleasure. he moaned against your pussy, vibrations sending small shock ways through your body causing you to lightly jerk. watching him eat your pussy—which he loved; especially when you two held eye contact—you noticed your slick dripping down his cheeks. he was so messy with it.
he gently shook his head in your pussy, his eyes shutting, only to open back up again. "I'm gonna fucking cum." you whined, furrowing your eyebrows. "gonna cum on your face." he nodded his head a bit before sucking your clit harder, needing your cum. with one final jerk of your hips and a few more sucks on your clit from yeonjun, you were cumming. you tossed your head back, not even having to watch as he ate your cum from your pussy; you could hear it. slurps and sucks echoed the room, along side yeonjun's satisfied hums.
you climbed off of him once the first shock was over. you barely had any time to try and comprehend everything before yeonjun turned you onto your back, positioning himself between your legs. his wet lips, that were covered with hot slick, met yours roughly. you could taste the sweet flavor of your cum on his lips. he brought his hand between your legs, landing a gentle slap to your pussy. your body flinched, your legs closing. well, almost closing. yeonjun's thigh stopped them from completely closing. your arms wrapped around his arms, hands entangled in his hair. another slap. "junnie." you murmured against his lips. you clenched around nothing, your pussy now a shade pinker.
"need more.. so much more." he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, catching his breath. he landed another slap onto your pussy. "jun." you drew out a whine. his forehead left yours, lips connecting with your stomach and traveling down to your abdomen. yeonjun looked at you while diving back into your pussy. you hissed, legs already seeming to tremble. "fuck!" you exclaimed feeling his fingers rub your clit as his tongue fucked into you. "yeonjun, more, please." you pleaded. you begged for more, needing all you could get. he flattened his tongue onto you, tasting you one last time for now.
yeonjun got off the bed, pulling his hand away and pulling you towards him. you grabbed yeonjun's hand, sucking on his fingers gently before letting them go. he felt like he could've came right there. hell, with how hard his dick was and how much he was leaking, he probably could've. as his fingers slipped back down to your sopping pussy—arousal dripped from your pussy to your thighs and your bedsheets—your fingers grazed his hardened dick. he bit his lip back, pushing two fingers into you.
"ah, s-shit." you stuttered out, eyebrows knitting tightly together. his fingers move relentlessly, curling inside of you, forward and back, up and down.. any and every way. your body jerked and moved around. "junnie, fuck! love your fingers s-so much, baby." your back arched against the sheets. his fingers moved so hard against your pussy that your arousal flew back into his wrists and shirt and landed on your stomach. "yeonjun! I'm so close!" you exclaimed, sitting up on your elbows, your mouth left agape.
yeonjun watched as you threw your head back, your hips lifting off the bed. he pushed them back down against the bed. "uh huh, take it, y/n." he smiled at the mess you were making. "you got it, princess. you can do it. cum on my fingers. want your cum everywhere." he coaxed. your hips lifted off the bed once again, his hand coming back down. his fingers stopped for a second as he pushed onto your lower stomach. "yeon- ah! f-fuck! yes, yes.." you were cut off by the pressure. you mumbled incoherent things as you felt it. he pushed a little bit harder, but you still wouldn't budge.
you could feel it. it was right there. "junnie, please," you huffed, out of breath. tears streamed down your face from the overwhelming pleasure. "too much." your toes curled. yeonjun smiled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you knew you were about to cum but something about this orgasm felt way more intense than any other. you grabbed yeonjun's hand that was pressed knuckle deep into your pussy, and pulled it out. your body withered and curled up. you jerked and twisted. your legs moved uncontrollably, chest heaving, loud breaths being heard through the room; your whines mixed in between them.
yeonjun stood there. he didn't say a word. he saw you withering from your orgasm from out the corner of his eye. he was in so much shock of what just happened that he could barely process it. "y/n, I think you just squirted," yeonjun mumbled just above a whisper, his eyes wide. he looked down at the soaked bed sheets that were now a darker shade of gray, almost black. when you heard that, you were still lightly twitching from your orgasm. you whimpered out a simple, "what?" yeonjun looked at you, realizing how intense the aftershock of your orgasm was. it finally clicked in him to do something.
yeonjun scooped you up, bringing you into the bathroom and drawing a bath. he sat you in the warm water while going to change the bed sheets. "sorry that took so long. I didn't expect that from you." he apologized. you softly turned your head to him, giving him a faint smile. your eyes drifted down to his pants, a big wet stain right at the tip of his dick. he came untouched. just from you squirting. you realized that was one of the many reasons that he took so long to do something for you.
it wasn't long before you felt his body behind you. he leaned you back against his chest. "you okay?" yeonjun mumbled against your shoulder. you nodded lazily, just tired from the night you just had. and with one last gentle kiss to your shoulder, your eyes fluttered closed.
ఌ:+*━ genre ⇝ smut, busy idol!hongjoong x f!reader, valentine's day, rough sex
ఌ:+*━ synopsis ⇝ being the lover of an idol is not easy; no one ever said it was. but, it really gets hard when your boyfriend comes home late from work on valentine's day.
a disappointed sigh left your red painted lips. your almost teary eyes watching over all the happy couples eating and talking, enjoying their valentines with each other, while you're here waiting for your overworked boyfriend. it was so embarrassing to sit and wait but you wanted to spend as much as you could with him. even if it was for 10 minutes.
a soft vibration against the clothed table pulled out of your sorrow-filled thoughts. looking at your phone, it was a text message from hongjoong. an update and an apology in the same message.
hongjoong: hey baby, i just wanted to let you know that i'm going to end up a little more later than i thought. work was more busy than i thought it would be. but don't worry, i'm ready to spend tonight with you. happy valentine's day ❤️
you just sat your phone down. hongjoong told you he was on the way to the restaurant 30 minutes ago. 30 minutes ago while you were on actually the way. you obviously understand and have become accustomed to his hectic lifestyle, but sometimes, you wish it wasn't like this and you wish he had more time with you.
you got up, grabbing your purse and phone, leaving the table, not having a check since all you've drank was the bitter, complimentary wine they had to offer on their "valentine's day" menu. getting into your car, you drove home, breaking the speed limit out of anger and bottled up frustration. bottling up your emotions is what you tend to do since you're scared to say something about it to hongjoong.
throwing your purse on the counter, you took of your heels, pulling down the straps of your dress as you walked up the stairs. you wasted no time taking getting ready for bed, knowing it be early in the morning before hongjoong actually got home. you turned on a movie to watch and to hopefully take your mind away from all the thoughts of hongjoong.
hongjoong: baby? you there?
completely ignoring hongjoong may be really selfish and may make you seem salty, but you'd rather do that than actually talk to him about it.
hongjoong: i know i told you that last time they asked me to stay overtime, i'd say no and i know you're upset. you have every right but please, talk to me, i'll listen.
you honestly considered it. but over the years with hongjoong, he sort of inflated your ego. which, isn't a bad thing since before you were extremely insecure and you were thankful that hongjoong got you out of your comfort zone. but you weren't going to respond for now. you can talk about when he gets home.
hongjoong: you're not at the restaurant anymore? baby?
hongjoong: ok i know this isn't fair for you, but you ignoring me isn't fair either. at least i'm trying, it doesn't mean that i don't care.
hongjoong: deflate that ego before i fuck it out of you.
hongjoong: i'm on my way. that gives a couple minutes to rethink everything before you get your brains fucked to mush.
with every read of his messages, he got more frustrated with you. his hands gripped the steering wheel harder each time, knuckles going from pink to white. he pulled off, taking the shortcut he usually takes to get home. and while he was speeding home, you were genuinely rethinking everything. hongjoong isn't very rough when it comes to sex and is more gentle and passionate. but, when he gets rough, it's a whole different story.
those minutes felt like seconds to you when you heard his car pull into the driveway. you laid on the bed, back facing the door, still watching the tv. you didn't want to be met face to face with hongjoong as he walked in. you can't take that look in his eyes when he's angry.
the door downstairs open and immediately shut again. it wasn't long before the door to your bedroom flew open too. a chill ran down your spine. you couldn't tell if it was from the gust of wind from the door or the fear that settle in your stomach. you heard something softly sit the dresser.
"so you don't know how to reply now? your egos never been this big." he scoffed, taking off his suit he put on before leaving work, highly expecting to go have dinner. you didn't answer. "and so now you can't speak?" out of the corner of your eye, you saw his slender frame standing there, hands on his hips, waiting for any type of reply. he wouldn't care if it was a simple "fuck you" or "no."
he got angrier by the second, taking a deep breath and scratching the bad of his neck. his tongue poked out in his cheek. his body moved before he could even think and he crawled over your stilled body. tossing one of his legs over you, his calloused hand roughly grabbed your face, making you look at him. "don't ignore me. you know i can't stand that shit."
"then how 'bout you sit your ass down somewhere?" you spat at him. he just looked at you before speaking just above a whisper, "edge of the bed." you knew what that meant. immediately, you got up, climbing off the bed and bending over the edge. hongjoong got up right after. he stood beside you, just enough so you could see what he was doing. not that you needed to see, you could hear what he was doing.
the sound of his belt clicking sent a wave of chills and arousal through your figure. heat traveled to your core. "remember to count. can you do that?" he asked, stepping behind you. you nodded in response, a little tap to you thigh making you blurt out what he wanted, "yes, sir."
before you knew it, a stinging sensation drew a line across your perked ass. a small whine left your lips, "1." he smiled when you finally started to listen to him. "good girl," he landed another hit across your ass. the belts leather made your body tense up at every hit. "2." your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets for support. as much as it hurt, it felt so good.
hongjoong didn't stop until he reached 10, making sure you counted along with him. if you waited even a second too long, another hit was laid against you.
he grabbed your arms, putting them behind your back. taking his belt, he wrapped the belt around your wrists tight enough so you couldn't break free. "you don't deserve my cock after how you acted today. but trust me, i won't go easy on you." he pushed up your shirt, revealing that you weren't even wearing panties. he scoffed lightly before pushing down his pants, letting them pool at his feet. his index fingers pushed through your folds, practically drenching his fingers in your juices, subtle squelching noises bouncing off the walls.
you tightened your fists, letting out a small moan from his fingers slowly working on you. hongjoong bent over you, whispering in your ear, "you think you deserve to cum?" he added another finger, plunging deeper into you. he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, jaw dropping. with a small whine, you shook your head. "yeah, i don't think so either." and with that, he pulled his fingers out of your desperately wet cunt. whining, you rubbed your thighs together for any form a friction you could get. but it didn't work.
"gonna fill you up and get rid of that fatass ego. my fault for feeding it," hongjoong spoke, smacking your ass harshly. you slightly raised your ass with a hiss at the stinging sensation. you could feel hongjoong slightly slap between your wet folds with his hard dick. you bit your lip back in anticipation, feeling like you couldn't wait for his dick to stretch your walls. and without a proper warning, he did.
your jaw dropped, eyes shutting tightly. he pushed into you so harshly that the tip of his dick immediately kissed your cervix. you wiggled your fingers, clenching your fist. adrenaline ran throughout your body, making different parts of your body jerk.
hongjoong's head fell back onto his shoulders as your wet and gummy walls throbbed around his hard dick. "good god, baby." he groaned, looking down at the connection and the way your juices flooded at the base of his cock. sweat started to dribble down his forehead already. "joong, please." you whimpered out, face pressed into the bed.
"please what? please fuck you to you're dumb?" he asked with a small laugh. you nodded vigorously at his words. "I was going to do that anyway, princess." without wasting a single second, his hips snapped into ass, the smacks echoing throughout the room. the lewd noises of his cock going in and out of you at an inhumane pace somehow made you even wetter.
"joong, don't stop." you screeched, throat dry from breathing so hard. he suddenly grabbed you by your hair, making you to turn your head towards the dresser; a bouquet of pink and white roses. "see that?" hongjoong asked, his voice rough as well. "I got you those because I love you. But, you don't deserve those flowers." he growled. you whimpered, a singular tear coming down your face. you couldn't tell if it was because hongjoong got you flowers and he loves you or because of the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading through your body each second.
he let go of your hair, your head falling against the sheets. you wiggled your hands, trying to get out of them to grip onto something but you couldn't; it was too tight. "hongjoong," you moaned out, more tears falling from your eyes, which was definitely from the pleasure. "I love you," you squeaked out, pussy clenching around his hard cock. hongjoong tried to catch his breath enough to say it back, "I, I love you, too, princess."
his hips were slowing down but his thrusts were still harsh. your pussy was now a dark pink, almost red from the abuse it took. his fingers traveled down between your thighs and under his dick. he rubbed your clit, watching you arch your back and making your ass lift up for more access. "fuck, hongjoong," you slurred, mind going more and more blank by the second. "so pretty, baby." he said, smiling at the destruction of your body and mind.
"I'm.." you started. But, with your eyes rolling back into your skull and your pussy clenching, you came around his cock and on his fingers. "good girl," hongjoong groaned, feeling himself getting close as well. as hongjoong rode out your high, he came as well. his hips slowed and his thrusts weren't as harsh as before.
he slowly pulled out his cock, watching his cum and your juices leak out of your pussy. it was such a beautiful sight for him. bending down, he flattened out his tongue, starting from your clit and up to your hole, catching anything he could. you whimpered at the stimulation on your clit. "aw, I'm sorry, baby. was that too much for you?" he asked. you didn't even have the sense enough to nod. hongjoong took the belt from your wrists, throwing it somewhere.
he flipped you over, pressing a kiss on your forehead. an incoherent babble came out of your mouth but hongjoong just chuckled, not knowing what you were saying and wasn't even going to try and understand. "I love you," you repeated, knowing he didn't understand you the first time. he smiled at you, "I love you, too, princess." he said, kissing your lips.
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note: I know this is really late for V-Day but.. better late than never. just pretend I posted this months ago! this is not proofread btw.
note ⇝ this is my first link story/headcanon! i really hope you guys enjoy! also my layout looks a little strange considering the fact I got a little lazy. I just really wanted to get something out really quick! i do have a couple of stories i want to post, so stay tuned!
rocking your hips back and forth on hongjoong's face in his private studio. he can't get enough you, moaning desperately into your wet pussy, lapping your juices and sucking your clit.
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