hii I loved your charm trap and vulnerable like I swear ur writing actually eats so hard like I love it sm you hv no idea and this is actually my first time sending a request so I’m lowkey kinda nervous and I’m not quite sure how to go about it but like,, I can’t stop thinking abt teasing juju till he snaps and seeing his reaction and like punishment after or smth, like just dom juju w a kinda bratty reader if that makes sense and I feel like I’m rambling a lot but yes anyway tysm and I can’t wait to see what you write or push out next !!
hello, anonie ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*
first, I'm so sorry for this late response, i was so busy that i barely remember this account. im glad that you like my write, also this is my first request too. i hope you like this fics and enjoy it-! (^^)
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𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: bf! euijoo x f!reader
𝓽𝔀!: 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞!, brat!reader, spanking, oral, p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm denied.
The apartment was too quiet.
In the late afternoon, the sun cast long, amber slants of light across the hardwood floor of the living room, illuminating tiny, dancing motes of dust in the air. Byun Euijoo’s apartment—no, their apartment, because they had shared this space for two years now—was in a state of absolute, sterile perfection.
You sat on the edge of the plush gray sofa, your chin resting heavily in the palm of your hand, staring blankly at the opposite wall.
Usually, there was something to do. A mountain of college assignments to conquer, a messy kitchen counter to scrub, a pile of laundry to fold. But today, the universe had conspired to leave you entirely, brutally free. Your essays were submitted; the apartment was so clean it practically gleamed; the novel on your nightstand had been finished last night, and you hadn't had the chance to buy a new one; even the television, with its endless catalog of streaming shows, felt incredibly flat.
You let out a long, dramatic groan, letting your body slide down the cushions until your head hung off the edge of the sofa, staring at the ceiling upside down.
"I am going to die of terminal boredom," you muttered to the empty room.
Then, the soft, distinct click of the digital lock at the front door echoed through the hallway.
Your ears perked up instantly. Like a predator catching the scent of its favorite prey, your boredom evaporated, replaced by a sudden, wicked spark of mischief.
"I'm home," a voice called out.
It was a beautiful voice—quiet, rich, and naturally gentle. Euijoo stepped into the entryway, sliding his shoes off with his usual neat precision. He looked slightly disheveled, the top button of his dress shirt undone, his dark hair falling softly over his forehead. He had had a long, exhausting day at his office internship, his shoulders carrying the faint slump of fatigue. Yet, the moment his eyes found you sprawling dramatically on the couch, his lips curved into that familiar, patient smile.
He walked over, his steps light on the floor, and leaned down. He didn't say a word about your ridiculous posture. Instead, he simply brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your skin.
"Did you have a good day, babe?" he murmured, his voice a warm hum.
You peered up at him, your eyes narrowing slightly as you took in his gentle expression. This was Euijoo. Always calm. Always understanding. In the two years you had lived together, you had never once heard him raise his voice. He was a deep, tranquil well of patience—a stark, almost comical contrast to your chaotic, attention-seeking nature. You loved to push him. You loved to tease, prod, and poke at his boundaries just to see how far they would stretch before he finally let out one of his trademark, long-suffering sighs.
Usually, that sigh was your cue of victory. Once you got him to sigh and shake his head with that fond, exasperated look, you would laugh, kiss his cheek, and behave.
But today... today, the boredom had left a restless, itchy sensation under your skin. Looking at his pristine, gentle demeanor, a sudden, dark urge flared within you. You didn't just want a sigh today. You wanted more. You wanted to crack that perfect, unbothered exterior. You wanted to see what lay beneath the saintly patience of Byun Euijoo.
"I was bored," you pouted, reaching up to tug lightly on his tie. "But now you're here."
Euijoo chuckled, a soft sound in his chest, and gently pat your cheek. "I'm going to take a shower first, alright? I feel dusty from the commute. Wait for me."
"Okay," you whispered, a slow, cat-like grin spreading across your face. "I'll wait in the bedroom."
As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut and the sound of rushing water filled the apartment, you sprang into action.
You walked into the bedroom, bypassing your usual oversized t-shirts and soft pajama pants. Instead, you opened the bottom drawer of the dresser, rummaging through the silk and lace until your fingers brushed against a specific piece of fabric.
It was a white satin nightgown. It was short—skimming just below your hips—with a low-cut back and delicate lace detailing along the bust. The material was incredibly smooth, clinging to your curves in a way that left very little to the imagination. You slid it on, shivering slightly as the cool satin met your warm skin, and climbed onto the bed.
You propped yourself up against the pillows, posing with a calculated air of innocence, though your eyes were fixed hungrily on the master bathroom door.
After what felt like an eternity, the sound of the shower died down. A few moments later, the door clicked open, and a wave of warm, eucalyptus-scented steam billowed into the bedroom.
And then, Euijoo stepped out.
You stopped breathing.
He was drying his hair with a small white towel, his dark locks damp and messy, sticking up in endearing tufts. But your gaze quickly traveled downward, and any thoughts of "endearing" vanished. He wasn't wearing clothes. A single, large white towel was wrapped precariously low around his waist, hanging dangerously off his prominent hip bones.
His chest was bare, glistening with stray droplets of water that slowly rolled down the defined, lean planes of his torso. Euijoo wasn't overly bulky, but he possessed a deceptively athletic, broad-shouldered frame—the kind of body built from years of quiet discipline. His collarbones were sharp, his chest broad, and his abdominal muscles cut a beautiful, shadow-draped pattern in the dim light of the bedroom.
He was a masterpiece. A quiet, breathtaking work of art.
You stared. You stared so long and so hard that you didn't even realize you were biting your lower lip until Euijoo stopped drying his hair, lowering the towel to look at you.
He blinked, taking in your attire—the white satin nightgown that barely covered you, your flushed cheeks, and the intense, hungry look in your eyes. He let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking his head.
"(y/n)?" he called out, his voice laced with amusement. "Babe? Are you staring?"
You didn't answer. Slowly, like a siren drawn to water, you slid off the bed. Your bare feet made no sound on the carpet as you crossed the distance between you, your eyes never leaving his.
When you reached him, the scent of his body wash—fresh, clean, and masculine—wrapped around your senses. You reached out, your fingertips trembling slightly as you pressed your palms flat against his broad, damp shoulders. The skin was warm, a delicious contrast to the cool air of the room. Slowly, you dragged your hands down, feeling the firm muscles of his chest, the heavy, steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.
Euijoo’s breath hitched. His hands, still holding the small hair towel, tensed.
"Babe," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, carrying a warning tone that was still entirely too gentle. "I'm really tired today. It was a long day at the office."
He was rejecting you. Gently, of course, because he was Euijoo.
But you weren't going to accept that. The rejection only fueled the stubborn, restless fire inside you. You leaned closer, your body brushing against his, the thin satin of your nightgown doing absolutely nothing to block the heat radiating from his skin. You tilted your head up, your eyes wide, glittering with a deliberate, heavy sensacy.
"Just a little bit, Ju," you purred, your hands sliding down to trace the sharp lines of his ribs, your thumbs brushing dangerously close to the waistband of his towel. "I'll do all the work. You just have to lie there."
Euijoo swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He reached down, his large, warm hands wrapping around your wrists, stopping your wandering fingers.
"No," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You have a nine a.m. lecture tomorrow, remember? You need to sleep."
You frowned. Of course he knew your schedule. He always did. He kept track of your classes, your exams, your life, always looking out for you like the perfect, responsible partner he was.
But right now, his perfection was driving you insane. You didn't want the responsible Euijoo. You wanted the man behind the mask. You wanted to hear him lose his breath, to see him lose control. You wanted him ferocious, wild, untamed.
"I don't care about my lecture," you whispered, your voice turning sharp, laced with a sudden, daring defiance.
Before he could respond, you planted your hands firmly on his chest and shoved him.
Euijoo, caught off guard by your sudden burst of strength, stumbled backward. His back hit the wooden door of the wardrobe with a solid, muffled thud.
Before he could recover, you lunged forward. You grabbed his face with both hands, tilting his head down, and crashed your lips against his.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was hot, messy, and demanding—a physical manifestation of all the pent-up boredom and frustration you had carried all afternoon. You forced your tongue past his lips, tasting the minty freshness of his toothpaste and the deep, intoxicating heat of his mouth. You kissed him like you wanted to consume him, your body pressing flat against his, pinning him to the wardrobe.
Euijoo went entirely rigid. His hands hovered in the air for a fraction of a second before slowly landing on your shoulders. You felt his fingers twitch, preparing to gently, firmly push you away to lecture you about boundaries and sleep.
‘Oh no, you don't,’ you thought.
Knowing this was your only chance to break him, you played your final card.
While your mouth continued to feast on his, your right hand slid down, past his ribs, past his hip bone, and deliberately slipped beneath the loose fold of the towel wrapped around his waist. Your fingers searched in the dark until they wrapped around his thick, fully engorged length.
"Mmmgh-!"
A deep, strangled gasp broke from Euijoo’s throat, vibrating directly into your mouth. His entire body shuddered, his muscles tightening like steel cords under your touch.
You pulled back from the kiss, a triumphant, wicked smirk playing on your swollen lips. You looked down, your hand slowly, rhythmically stroking the thick, pulsing heat of him.
"Oh, my..." you whispered, your voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Look at this, Euijoo. You say no with your mouth, but your body... your body is such a liar, sweetheart."
You squeezed him gently, running your thumb over the crown of his length, feeling the bead of pre-cum that had already gathered there.
Euijoo’s eyes were squeezed shut. His head was tilted back against the wardrobe door, his jaw clenched so hard the muscles stood out in sharp relief. He bit his lower lip, a low, pained groan escaping his nose as he tried to battle the sheer pleasure your hand was inflicting on him.
"B-babe..." he choked out, his voice trembling, a desperate plea hidden beneath the strain.
"You smell so good," you ignored his plea, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
You inhaled deeply, the scent of his clean skin and the heat of his arousal dizzying your senses. You pressed hot, wet kisses along his collarbone, your tongue licking a path up his throat before you found a particularly sensitive spot right below his ear. You sucked on the skin, a soft, deliberate session, your hand continuing its torturous, slow stroking down below.
"(y/n)... please," Euijoo gasped, his hands on your shoulders tightening, his nails digging slightly into your skin. "Don't... you know I'm trying to hold back—"
"Then don't," you whispered against his skin, your teeth lightly grazing his earlobe. "Stop holding back, Ju. Show me."
In an instant, the air in the room shifted.
The quiet, patient, gentle boyfriend you knew vanished, swallowed whole by a sudden, terrifyingly dark aura.
Before you could even register the change, Euijoo’s hands gripped your waist. His grip was so tight, so sudden, that you let out a small gasp. With a display of raw, effortless strength that made your stomach flip, he lifted you off your feet. You felt completely weightless, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he carried you across the room in three large, aggressive strides.
He didn't lay you down gently.
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, keeping you lay on your stomach onto his lap. His face was dark, his eyes narrowed into twin slits of pure, unadulterated lust and a dangerous flicker of anger.
Before you could utter a single word, Euijoo reached down, grabbed the hem of your white satin nightgown, and yanked it up to your waist, bunching the fabric around your ribs. Your lower half was exposed, save for the thin lace panty you wore.
Without a word, Euijoo hooked his fingers into the side strap of your underwear. With one powerful, impatient tug, the delicate fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing your dripping, swollen slit to the cool air of the room.
SLAP!
A sharp, stinging pain exploded across your left buttock.
"Ah!" you screamed, your body jerking violently, your hands clutching your bed cover for dear life. The sound of the slap had been incredibly loud in the quiet room, echoing like a whip crack.
"E-Euijoo..." you gasped, your eyes wide with shock, looking at him.
"Quiet," Euijoo said, his voice incredibly quiet, but it carried a razor-sharp, chilling edge that made a shiver of fear—and intense arousal—run straight down your spine. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to push me."
SLAP!
"Ah-!"
Another strike landed, this time on the right side, even harder than the first. The pain was immediate, a deep, throbbing heat that made your breath catch in your throat.
"I just came home from a twelve-hour shift," Euijoo growled, his hand hovering over your reddening skin. "And instead of letting me rest, you decide to act like a brat. A needy, misbehaving brat."
SLAP!
You let out a broken whimper, your head falling to the bed. Your heart was hammering against your ribs. You had always known Euijoo was strong, but you had never imagined him using that strength like this. This wasn't the gentle spanking of a playful lover; he was genuinely punishing you, channeling all his pent-up stress and the frustration of your constant teasing into every strike.
"You've been testing my patience for weeks," Euijoo continued, his voice low and dangerous as he stared down at your blushing, trembling thighs. "Always teasing, always running your mouth, thinking I would just smile and let it go. You wanted to see what happens when I stop being nice, right?"
SLAP!
"Ngh! Please, Ju..." you cried out, your fingers digging into his back. The skin of your bottom was burning, fully flushed a deep, beautiful pink.
"Look at you," Euijoo whispered, his voice suddenly shifting into a dark, mocking tone.
He slid his hand down, his long, thick fingers brushing against the highly sensitive folds betweenyour thighs. The moment his fingers made contact, he let out a dark, mocking chuckle. Your slit was drenched, completely flooded with thick, slippery moisture that coated his hand instantly.
"I barely slap you a few times, and you're already dripping like a faucet? Such a masochist little slut," he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clitoris, making you twitch on his lap.
"No, I-I'm not—"
"Shut up."
Without any warning, Euijoo shoved two of his long fingers deep into your tight, soaking wet channel.
"Ahhh!" you screamed, your back arching.
He didn't give you time to adjust. He immediately began to pump his fingers inside you with a brutal, relentless speed. He wasn't being gentle; he was thrusting deep, his fingers hitting your G-spot over and over again, while his thumb kept up a punishing, heavy friction on your clitoris.
The pleasure was overwhelming, too fast, too intense. Your head spun as you clung to his neck, your hips helplessly rolling against his hand, chasing the friction.
"E-Euijoo! Oh god, Ju... please, I'm... I'm gonna—"
Your internal walls began to contract violently, a massive, crushing wave of an orgasm building rapidly in your lower abdomen. You could feel it, the sweet, explosive release just a second away.
But right as you were about to cross the threshold, Euijoo abruptly ripped his fingers out of you.
The sudden loss of friction felt like a physical shock. Your body convulsed in frustration, your breath caught in your throat, your orgasm suspended in a torturous, agonizing limbo.
SLAP!
He smacked your throbbing bottom once more, hard enough to make you sob.
"You want to come?" Euijoo sneered, his eyes dark and merciless. "Not that fast, brat. I haven't given you permission."
Before you could protest, Euijoo gripped your hips and threw you backward onto the bed.
You landed heavily on your back, your hair splaying across the sheets. Before you could even try to sit up, Euijoo crawled over you. He grabbed your ankles, pushing your knees all the way up to your shoulders, forcing your legs wide open.
Your wet, pink, and glistening pussy was fully exposed to his gaze, trembling and leaking fluid onto the sheets.
Your eyes were swimming with tears of frustration, your chest heaving as you looked up at him. "E-Euijoo... please... I need to... please let me come..." you sobbed, your voice breaking.
"No," Euijoo said, his face cold, though his breathing was heavy. "Bad girls don't get what they want. You need to learn how to wait."
He reached out and, with a sudden, humiliating slap, he struck your bare, sensitive breast.
Plak!
"Ah!" you gasped, a fresh tear escaping your eye. The pain was sharp, but the sheer degradation of it sent a jolt of raw electricity straight to your brain, making your dripping slit clench even tighter.
"Oh, look at you..." Euijoo murmured, his expression softening into something incredibly twisted and sweet. He leaned down, his thumb gently wiping away the tear rolling down your cheek. "You look so beautiful when you cry, sweetheart. Should I make you cry some more?"
Without waiting for an answer, his hand slid down. He didn't penetrate you this time. Instead, he pinched your swollen clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth with a slow, agonizing pressure.
"Ngh! Ah! Ju, stop, please... it's too much..." you thrashed against his grip, but his other hand was pinning your thighs down, rendering you completely helpless.
Your walls were twitching, contracting around nothing, desperately seeking the fullness of his length to satisfy the itch deep inside your womb. Euijoo watched your helpless struggle, a dark, pleased smirk on his lips.
"What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. "You wanted me to be rough. You wanted me to lose control. Why are you begging me to stop now?"
You could only shake your head frantically, your hands clutching the sheets. The denial of your orgasm was turning into a literal torture, making every nerve ending in your body hypersensitive.
"Euijoo, please... I'll be good... I swear I'll be good... just let me come..." you pleaded, sob-deshed.
He stared down at you for a long moment, his thumb slowing down on your clitoris, letting the tension build to an unbearable point.
"Do you really want to come that badly?" he asked softly.
"Yes... please... ahh-"
he suddenly press his thumb against your clitoris, combined with a sudden, deep thrust of his two fingers back into your wetness, your body finally snapped.
You shrieked, your entire body spasming violently as a massive, overwhelming orgasm ripped through you. Your vision went white as your fluids squirted out, soaking his hand and the sheets beneath you. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, your chest rising and falling as you tried to find your breath.
But as your orgasm began to fade, you heard Euijoo let out a low, dangerous hum.
"Oh..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark promise. "I don't remember giving you permission to come, (y/n). You really are a disobedient little thing, aren't you?"
Your heart leaped into your throat. You knew that tone.
You were in so much trouble.
Euijoo didn't give you a single second to recover.
With a rough tug, he stripped the remaining white satin nightgown over your head, leaving you completely naked and shivering on the bed. He then reached down to his waist, unknotting the towel and tossing it aside.
Your eyes widened as you stared at his erection. It was massive, fully engorged, the thick veins pulsing along the shaft, the tip dark red and leaking heavy drops of pre-cum.
Before you could think, Euijoo reached out, grabbed a handful of your hair, and yanked you toward the edge of the bed. He forced you down onto your knees on the floor, while he stood right in front of you.
"Open up," he commanded, his voice cold.
When you hesitated for a fraction of a second, his grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back so you had to look up at him. He raised his free hand and delivered a sharp slap to your cheek.
Plak!
"No teeth, baby. You know the rules," he whispered.
You swallowed your whimpers, opening your mouth wide. Euijoo didn't wait. He guided his thick, throbbing length to your lips and shoved it inside.
"Mmmgh-!"
The sheer size of him filled your oral cavity completely, his tip pushing directly against the back of your throat. You choked, your hands desperately grasping his thighs as your eyes watered.
Euijoo let out a deep, guttural growl of satisfaction. He didn't let you dictate the pace. Holding your head firmly by your hair, he began to thrust his hips forward, forcing his thick shaft in and out of your mouth in a brutal, rhythmic pace.
Gag. Gag.
You couldn't breathe. Every time he thrust deep, your throat convulsed, tears streaming down your face, wetting his lower abdomen. You tapped his thigh frantically, begging for a break, but Euijoo was completely gone, consumed by the raw power of having you entirely at his mercy.
"Ah... your throat, baby... so tight... so warm..." he groaned, his head tilted back as he increased the speed, his hips slapping against your chin.
He face-fucked you relentlessly, pushing you to your absolute limit until your vision began to blur and spotty. Only when he felt you truly turning limp did he finally pull out with a wet, heavy gasp.
You collapsed on the floor, coughing violently, desperate chestfuls of air rushing into your lungs as saliva mixed with pre-cum ran down your chin.
But Euijoo wasn't done. He grabbed your arms, hauling your weak body back onto the bed, throwing you onto your back. He grabbed your ankles and lifted your legs high in the air, holding them up with his left hand.
He stared down at your swollen, dripping slit.
"This pussy needs to be taught a proper lesson," he murmured.
SLAP!
He smacked your wet pussy.
"Ahhhh!" you shrieked, the sting of the slap on your highly sensitized clitoris making you sob openly. "Euijoo, please! No more! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I told you, you started this," Euijoo said, his voice entirely devoid of his usual warmth. "So you have to take it."
He let go of your ankles, letting your legs fall wide open. He crawled between your thighs, his thick, heavy chest pressing down on yours. He grabbed his erection, rubing the wet, pre-cum covered tip against your sensitive clitoris, teasing you with light, agonizing slaps of his shaft.
"Do you want this cock so badly, you slut?" he whispered in your ear.
"Yes... yes, please, Euijoo... give it to me..."
"Ask nicely."
"Please, Master... put it in... please..." you begged, completely broken.
Euijoo smiled—a dark, victorious smile.
With one heavy, merciless drive of his hips, he buried his entire length inside you.
The Rock and the Storm
"NGHAAAA-!"
You screamed, your fingers clawing at the headboard. The entry was incredibly tight, stretching you to your absolute limit. You tried to push his shoulders away, trying to create some space because he was too deep, too heavy.
But Euijoo was like a solid rock, entirely unbothered by your weak struggles. He didn't back out. Instead, he leaned all his weight into you, grinding his pelvis hard against yours, forcing himself even deeper until his pubic bone crashed against yours.
You sobbed, your body shaking as another wave of intense, overwhelming pleasure began to build immediately. Your walls were squeezing him so tightly, trying to cope with the sheer volume of him inside you.
Euijoo looked down at your flat stomach. Because of how thin you were, and how deeply he was buried inside you, you could actually see the distinct, terrifying bulge of his shaft stretching the skin of your lower abdomen.
He let out a low, proud chuckle. He reached down and pressed his fingers directly against that bulge, pushing it.
"Ngh! Ah! Oh god-!"
"Look at this, sweetheart," Euijoo whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Your tight little pussy is struggling so much to hold me. You're stretched so wide."
He pressed the bulge again, and the internal friction was so intense that your body instantly short-circuited. You screamed, your legs locking around his waist as you fell into another violent orgasm, your walls pulsing around him like a vice grip.
"Another one?" Euijoo asked, tilting his head with a mock expression of disappointment, though his eyes were blazing with heat. "You really can't control yourself, can you?"
"No... no, please—ah!"
Euijoo didn't let you rest. The moment your orgasm began to subside, he started to move.
And he moved fast.
"Since you love coming so much without my permission, I'm going to make sure you come until you can't even stand," he growled.
He pinned both of your wrists above your head with one hand, his grip like iron. With his other hand, he gripped your hip, digging his fingers deep into your flesh, securing you in place.
Then, he began to slamming into you.
The pace was brutal. He was thrusting with a savage, animalistic rhythm, his hips crashing against yours with deafening, wet slaps. Every thrust was deep, raw, and heavy. He was completely driving you crazy, his body working yours like a machine.
He leaned down, crashing his mouth against yours. He didn't kiss you gently. He shoved his tongue deep into your mouth, tangling it with yours, swallowing your loud, broken moans and sucking the very air from your lungs. You were completely consumed, unable to breathe, unable to think, only able to feel the relentless, heavy stretching of his cock inside you.
His hand moved from your wrists down to your breasts, grabbing one of them and squeezing it with a rough, bruising force. He pulled his mouth away from yours, burying his face in your chest. He bit, licked, and sucked on your collarbones and breasts, leaving deep, dark purple marks all over your skin, all while his lower half continued its relentless assault.
The contrast was mind-blowing. This was Euijoo. The boy who made you tea when you had cramps, the boy who gently tucked you in at night, the boy who never raised his voice.
And now, he was completely destroying you, his face flushed, his eyes wild, treating your body like his personal playground. The sheer turn-on of seeing him like this sent your arousal skyrocketing to dangerous heights.
You felt another orgasm building, even more powerful than the last ones.
Euijoo felt the sudden, tight clenching of your walls. He pulled his head up, his dark hair damp with sweat, looking down at your messy, beautiful face.
"Want to come again, baby?" he pant, his voice incredibly husky.
You could only nod weakly, your lips parted as you let out broken, incoherent whimpers. Your eyes were glossy, completely lost in the pleasure.
Seeing you completely ruined under him, Euijoo let go of all restraint. He increased the pace even more, his thrusts becoming short, sharp, and incredibly fast.
"Ah! Ah! Ju! Euijoo! Ahh!"
"Sshit... you're so tight... (y/n)..." Euijoo groaned, his jaw clenching as your walls squeezed him with an agonizing grip.
With three more powerful, deep drives that shoved your head against the headboard, both of you reached the edge.
You screamed, your body arching off the bed as a massive, screaming orgasm ripped through you, your fluids squirting out onto his stomach. A split second later, Euijoo let out a loud, guttural roar. He thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt, and unleashed a massive, burning torrent of his seed deep inside your womb.
He held himself there, his body twitching as he poured wave after wave of hot semen inside you, filling you to the brim.
Eventually, his strength gave out, and Euijoo collapsed heavily on top of you.
Both of your chests were heaving, the sound of your rapid, tangled breathing the only noise in the room. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and spilled fluids.
After a few minutes of quiet recovery, Euijoo slowly pushed himself up. He looked down, pulling his semi-erect length out of you with a wet 'schlich'.
He smirked, a soft, incredibly satisfied look on his face as he looked at your red, leaking, abused pusyy, your trembling thighs, and the countless dark marks covering your neck, chest, and shoulders. You looked completely claimed. Anyone who saw you would know exactly who you belonged to.
Without a word, Euijoo slid down to lie beside you.
He pulled you close, slipping your arm under his head as a pillow, and pulled the thick blanket over both of your naked, sticky bodies. He snuggled close, burying his face directly into your chest, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.
To your surprise, he opened his mouth and gently latched onto your nipple, sucking on it with a soft, slow rhythm, like a quiet baby seeking comfort after a long storm.
You let out a weak, exhausted chuckle. The contrast was back. The beast had gone back to sleep, and your gentle, sweet Euijoo had returned.
You shifted slightly, getting comfortable, and ran your fingers through his soft, damp hair, brushing it back from his forehead. You held him close, letting him suckle on your breast, until the heavy weight of sleep finally dragged both of you down into a deep, peaceful slumber.
that's it anonie, i hope i didn't break your expectations (^з^)-☆Chu!!