Still loving Yeonjun'd dirtbag boyfriend era
Pulling him into an empty space at a dumb college party to make out, quickly turns into him flipping your short little skirt up and fucking you from behind while the door to the closet you dragged him into bangs loudly, but no one notices due to how loud the music is
rAAAAAHHH.
(i deviated from the ask some… whoops!)
warnings beneath the cut; unprotected sex, college!au, yeonjun in his dirtbag boyfie era, surprise visitor, semi-public sex (it’s a house party???), exhibitionism, established relationship, like .2 seconds of blue balling, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, uh… think that’s it!
your boyfriend loves his parties and you just love tagging along. it allows you to get dolled up in ways that you normally wouldn’t, quite content to carry on in your athleisure and pajamas. there’s not anyone to impress, of course — yeonjun loves you in sweatpants — but its more about his reaction that it is about impressing him. you enjoy the way he looks at you in your short skirts and strappy sandals and you indulge your need for that attention as often as you can. ending up stuffed in a tight closet with your pussy filled to the brim is more than worth it anyway.
“yeonjun,” you slur, feet scraping along the floor in effort to maintain your balance.
“hm?” he hums, tightening his arm around your waist because he refuses to slow down.
“too hard. we’re— we’re gonna—,” you try, afraid the that door will give way if he keeps it up, “we’ll get caught.”
he laughs, a breathy, little chuck in your ear that has your pussy clenching around him. in turn, this makes his chuckle turn into a groan, which only makes your pussy tighten up more. so much for not getting caught, you suppose, the way the two of you are constantly stuck in a positive feedback loop of pleasure. not like it matters, honestly; not like the entire campus doesn’t know you two are together already.
“i really don’t care,” he answers, hips smacking against your ass with every thrust. “you’ve been teasing me in this damn skirt all night.”
“w-was not.”
“oooh, don’t f-fucking lie t’me, baby,” he drawls, kissing the outer shell of your ear. “i love it though, don’t worry. i’m dying to get between your pretty legs every time.”
you gulp, feeling fuzzy in the head at his admission. something about the way yeonjun is so open about wanting you always makes you dizzy. validation means shit all coming from anyone else. yeonjun’s validation and desire is the only thing you care about, the only thing you crave.
“yeonjun, i’m g’na come,” you tell him, leaning your weight on the door and poking your ass out further for him. “make me come?”
a hand makes its way between your legs to fondle your clit, rubbing over it in circles that match his thrusts. yeonjun crowds further up against you, pressing your entire body up against the closet door. it rattles and shakes every time he fucks into you, but it’s hard to determine how much rattling is in direct response to your fucking and how much is from the loud music that vibrates through the house.
“come for me, baby,” your boyfriend purrs, feeling the way your cunt clamps down so tight. “give it to me.”
the next couple of seconds are a blur because so many things happen. the door opens beneath the weight of your body and you think you’re going to crash to the floor but yeonjun’s quicker, both arms coming around you to prevent you from falling. in doing so, it forces his cock so deep that you swear something in you breaks and from that alone, you’re coming on his cock. and that would be pretty satisfying for yeonjun, if he wasn’t staring at his mate while a strangled, “kai,” falls from your lips.
kai has the decency to flush red, well— redder, considering the dusting of mauve that was present from the alcohol. trying his best to keep his eyes above your waist but lowkey failing miserably. yeonjun blinks once, twice, not believing that a) your pussy is still fucking twitching and b) he didn’t get to come thanks to a certain dongsaeng. kai blinks back, beer hanging limp and forgotten in his hand.
“can’t believe you came and said another man’s name while my dick is inside you,” yeonjun groans. “top ten worst moments of my life.”
“you’re still inside her?” kai asks, eyes dropping — without his permission — to where your skirt only barely hides where you and your boyfriend are still connected.
at the same time kai speaks, you wail, “yeonjun!”
it’s obvious you’re trying to be scolding, but the fact that your pussy clenches yet again greatly diminishes the amount of heat in your tone.
“close the door, kai,” yeonjun says, ignoring you. “or don’t, whatever, i still need to come.”
kai’s eyes widen and he flushes even more, but to your surprise, he does not close the door. you imagine your eyes are wide too, but as yeonjun pulls out and fucks into you again, you can’t help but moan, nearly going limp in his arms. luckily, the closet you dragged your boyfriend into is pretty secluded, upstairs and in a dark corner, mostly away from the party’s commotion. and if you find yourself coming a second time, eyes locked on kai’s prominent erection as yeonjun’s cum floods your cunt, well… that’s no one’s business except yours (and maybe yeonjun’s too).
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