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[aweinkai]

SNAKES AND BAGGERS ៸ 최연준

៹ synopsis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 being an illegal veterinarian for an animal trafficking organization, your job is solely focused on fixing a hybrid in order for them to be useful. there is no room for error in this field, and no room for any distractions, either. well, not until a python in need of saving and mating came into your clinic.

៹ pairings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 python hybrid!yeonjun x veterinarian!femreader

៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 smut with little to no plot. monster fucking (?) idk. nonidol!au

៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 detailed explicit content. themes of mating and heat. yj has two big dicks! sub!reader + softdom!yj. piv. unprotected sex (we must say no). sexual tension. coercion, but consent is given #trust. overstimulation. nipple play. cervix kissing. tummy bulge mentioned!

៹ word count 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 4500+

THE RAIN WAS POURING HEAVILY WHEN YOU HEARD CONTINUOUS LOUD BANGS ON YOUR DOOR. It was already two in the morning, and as far as your calendar is concerned, you are not scheduled to receive any packages tonight. Thunder claps in the sky, sending chills down your spine before you reluctantly head to the door, wearing nothing but your pajamas.

Your secluded clinic was profusely guarded; so there was no need to worry as no alarms were triggered upon the person's arrival. Turning the main light on, you began to unlatch the heavy locks. It revealed one of your boss’s allocated hunters, all drenched in rain, with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Fresh catch needs your chill pills, lady,” He went straight to the point, shivering before making himself at home in the reception of your clinic. A grimace forms on your lips when he starts to leave muddy footprints on the freshly mopped floor, even sitting in one of the cushions despite how wet he is.

Keeping your professional stance, you gave him a forced smile. “Where is it?” You then turned outside, only to see his van recklessly parked in your driveway. He then throws his keys, obviously has no plans on going back in the teeming rain.

Eager to finish the job early, you grabbed the umbrella in the corner to fetch the said catch. Having no idea what it is, your heartbeat starts to accelerate. This has been your life for almost three years now—you, a freshly graduated veterinary student who was drowning in debt, recruited to be the hybrid specialist in one of the biggest animal traffickers in the black market.

It was relatively lightweight—they provide you a hybrid to fix, you treat them as if they are good as new, and then you let them sell it to God knows who, where, or how. But, if you were given a choice, you would rather live paycheck to paycheck than carry the guilt for these hybrids over and over again.

Of course, you have never lived a day that there is no glimpse of fear in your chest. Your existence in this situation is illegal; there is no doubt that you could go to jail—or worse, revoke your medical license. Moreso, it has always been against your moral judgment to extract these hybrids out of their natural habitat, more so, let them be held by people in power who regard them as mere objects or prized possessions.

But, left with nothing but a five percent commission and a daily dose of blackmailing, you are still stuck here. You shook those thoughts out of your head before clicking the car’s keys. Letting the automatic backdoor open itself to reveal what you are going to work with.

Despite the darkness and the rain's thick fog, you are able to see a dark haired male hybrid, lean body cramped on the van’s interior. He is in a cuff, obviously under deep sedation with how low his head was hanging.

But what caught your attention was that his whole body is covered in dark bruises, and his face is decorated with scratches and small bleeding spots. You winced at the sight of the hybrid, immediately running back to ask for assistance from the arrogant hunter in your clinic.

After a successful transfer, you finally took a clear glance at the hybrid who is now lying on a vacant bed. The first thing you were fixated on was his unique and overly tantalizing features—in short, he is much more good-looking than other hybrids you have encountered. Pale pouty lips, noticeable gray highlights in his dripping strands, and his sharp yet rounded face complement his adoring complexity.

And, of course, the overbearing sight of the darkened bruises in his beautifully marbled grey-scaled skin alongside his wet, ruined clothes became the highlight of his whole appearance.

“A python…” You whispered to yourself, fingers glazing into his textured skin, “What happened to him?” The hunter scoffed at your inquiry, clutching his keys on the table as he started to back away.

“All I know is that his pathetic weakass lost a mating match,” The man cackled, playing with his keys before fishing a perfume-like bottle from his pocket. “Use this if he ever wakes up grumpy. Also, here is the key to his cuff.” He grinned, now standing by the doorway, giving you no chance to ask any more questions.​

“Where did he—”

“Boss needs him in three days. Pronto.”

The next thing you heard was the loud shut of the door. The phyton hybrid violently shook in the bed, still unconscious, with his breaths getting slower and slower. As a precaution, you dragged two fingers to check the pulse in his neck, but a harsh grip stopped your wrist.

An audible gasp left you, lips trembling before you turned to face him. The blood in your face nearly drained when you noticed how different his eyes were. His grey pupils have vertical slits—and they were throwing fired-up daggers at your hand in the air. The python seemed to be discordant, chest unevenly heaving with his nose puffing in spite, as if he were sniffing every drip of your sweat.

Your heart was thumping at a rapid speed, partly in awe of how soft his pale scales are in your skin but mostly because he carries an ominous, dooming aura that you cannot just belittle. His now fully awake presence has wrecked your nerves on a whole other level. And that alone made him totally different from all the hybrids you have encountered.

As if there is something uncanny about him that keeps your brain pacing in anticipation.

“I am here to help…” Your voice is above a whisper, anxiously gulping when you hear him hiss. “This is a clinic, and I am a specialized veterinarian…” His eyes turned to your figure the moment you said who you were. He gazed at you from head to toe for ample minutes before hesitantly lowering his grip on your wrist.

The hybrid then gave his attention to his cuffed hands, brows knitting together as if he was mystified by the object restricting his wrist. “Oh, right, yes…” You blew a deep breath before fetching the key to his lock.

Back now facing him, you silently wished that he was just another hybrid that you could easily treat and forget. This is not the appropriate place where you could form any attachment to anything. Your line of work simply does not involve you as a person with feelings.

That includes whatever your mind is suggesting, which is wholly irrational to every extent.

You might be overthinking and going beyond everything, but living in total isolation with nothing but hybrids that come and go and occasional visits from the hunters has really made your brain rot with ideas you should not have. Gripping the edge of the table, you tried to go back to your senses, still looking for the key the hunter left.

However, the python, who was too eager and curiously sticking his nose into the whole new environment, followed your figure. You vigorously flinched the moment his wet body was pressed on your back, twisting within seconds as your body's automated defense to create a small space between the two of you.

“Wait in the—Shit!”

Out of pure shock, you accidentally hit the glass bottle that the hunter left, the ear-reeching sound of broken glass echoing through the room. A thick musky scent with a hint of sweet, tingling vanilla filled the room, causing him to inhale purposely. The smell was eerily familiar, and it itches your brain to remember the curriculum you learned as this is something you have read as a student.

You observed his questionable actions, gathering some hint to support the hunch forming in your head, intently looking up since he is much taller than you are. His sharp gaze is focused on the cracked bottle, while his entire body seems to be perplexingly tense and radiating with burning heat.

“Please step back.” Your palms landed on his chest, now feeling how much fire is raging on his body. You flinched the moment he hissed again, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the coldness of the weather. Anxiety simmered in your chest when he didn't budge, pupils now focused on your fright-laden face.

“Can you understand me?” The words coming from you are almost inaudible, internally panicking when he begins to occupy the tiny bit of space that separates your bodies. Your ass soon hits the table, now stuck between him and the furniture. The hybrid gave you a short nod, his eyes darting down to your quivering lips.

Knees shaking, you still tried to create a minimal distance, but he just won't cooperate. There is no doubt that he is much stronger than you are, even in his wounded state. And the subtle changes in his actions are alarmingly obvious; his breathing becomes ragged, slitted eyes darkly diluted, and his scaled, bruised skin is beyond boiling point.

Then, you finalized your train of thought with an absurd conclusion of where those could lead, and it only made your thumping heart more giddy as it is. Neither of you made a move, almost like the time stopped ticking for a brief moment.

Your brain—even in the midst of malfunctioning—tried to recall if you retained the right information about reptiles and their seasonal heat.

It is something that is out of your field. But as a veterinarian, of course, you still have an idea how to handle situations like this. Nothing out of the ordinary. You just to mend the hybrid who needs assistance, much as your professional help in relation to the matter.

You could almost hear his exhales lingering in your ears, and he occupying your space almost feels natural now. “It's—” Your voice hitched when he felt himself closer, leaving your whole body rigid. “It’s the pheromone perfume, right?” A small smile crept on his lips, nodding in an approving manner that left you momentarily confused.

Pheromone perfumes are not made to calm down reptile hybrids—what it does is the exact opposite. It stimulates the testosterone of the male pythons and acts as a sex attractant to signal receptivity.

This could only mean that the hunter had you in a setup the moment he brought the hybrid into your facility. And, you were too gullible to realize the trap he perfectly curated.

Or, the hunter is as clueless as you are to believe that this perfume is made to soothe reptiles in heat. In this field of work, any reason is almost possible, and they have made it clear that you are in no position to question it.

You are still deliberating the whole situation in your head when the hybrid leans in, the tip of his nose almost brushing into the curve of your neck. Your shoulder stiffened at the proximity, goosebumps scattered through your muddled system. “Hang on—” The grasp you have on his chest grew firmer, squirming under his caging torso.

“I am not…” Your lips parted when his hot breath fanned your exposed skin, unconsciously dipping your head to give him more space. “That kind of doctor…” The words hung in the air for a couple of seconds before he pressed a soft peck on your neck, urging your body to shrink within the contact.

Unsure if he understood what you had said, you tried to give him another push, but he just pulled the fabric of your pajamas as a gentle warning. You whined at his warmth, cheeks heating up as you felt him grin within your skin. The hybrid soon began peppering your skin with quick, impatient kisses, somehow telling you that he gave no bother if you were not the one who could appropriately accommodate him.

The anticipation in your chest was replaced with anxiety, unaware that the perfume had an immediate effect on the reptile. His cuffed hands start to tamper with your damp shirt, hastily planning to unbutton your top, which you tried to resist by wiggling your body.

“This is not—”

“I don't care.” Every neuron of your brain melts down at his raspy, strained voice, trailing off midway as if he is unclear of what to say, “You are a doctor. And, I need your help. Now.”

“No, a veteri—”

Nuzzling your neck further, the hybrid once again managed to stop you from talking. Another whine came from your throat, rumbling quietly as you kept reminding yourself that this should not happen. A part of you wants to help him, only because it is part of your sacred oath to help and treat patients in their demise. However, you have never encountered something like this in your whole life, to the point that it is almost impossible for you to think that this is actually happening.

Your evident hesitation made the hybrid step back an inch away to stare and read what is on your mind. It gave you a short moment to finally uncuff him, gently handling the metal dangling from his wrist. After letting you do your job, his lips are once again latched to your skin, unable to keep his mouth to himself for a few seconds. He flicked his forked tongue, licking a clean stripe into your jaw, with one of his arms snaking around your waist to bring you closer. Prickling sensation fills your nerves, merely frustrated with how you could feel your own body betraying your logical sense of reasoning.

It is unjust to give in to what he craves. That is not how it works. But you also cannot leave him hanging, not when his whole system was already clouded with the wildering effects of pheromones.

More so, you cannot deny that the taste of temptation has been numbing your rational state.

“I’ll—” You faltered in your reply, whimpers occasionally leaving your lips as his tongue began to slither near your ear. “I will help you…” His slitted eyes lit up at your response, making your heart leap. “But only if you let me treat you first.”

His lips tilted into a smirk, as if he was amused at your proposed condition. “That could wait.”

You barely registered his sudden change of demeanor when the hybrid hurriedly lifted you up in his arms, your legs clinging to him in an instant. Your fogged brain starts to override itself, trying to grasp any memory or information you have retained involving reptiles. Agitation runs through your veins, questioning the decisions that led you to this situation. And, the thick bulge bumping into your sex just adds more terror to your wrecked nerves.

Mind convulsing in nervousness, you were heedfully shocked when the python placed you in your bed. You stared at him in confusion, not knowing how he managed to map out your clinic and find your bedroom.

He offered a proud smile, both arms flexed into your sides as he once again terrorized your space. “I followed the trace of your scent.” The hybrid answered without being asked, lips trailing into your jaw.

His one hand travelled to cup your cheek, firmly holding your face before you finally felt his chapped lips above yours. Eagerness was oozing at his every move, hissing at the slightest touch of your delicate lips into his crippled ones. A wince even left him the moment you returned the kiss, accidentally bumping into one of his cuts.

You tried to pull away, but his grip on your jaw only grew tighter. Teeth hovering your bottom lip with ease the moment you opened your mouth for him. He swallowed every sound that came from your throat, nibbling your lips until it was all swollen. His rushed kisses drown your crumbling mind, almost flying out of your consciousness when his large palm flies to your thighs.

The heat of his skin directly sent waves of sensation to your core, whining softly when his tongue began to infiltrate the corners of your mouth. Your thighs clamped together when his other hand went to your nape, pressing his lips into yours like he intends to inhale every breath you take.

Your lungs start to burn from the lack of air, weak hands scratching his scaled skin. The hybrid seems to understand your plea, breaking the kiss before licking the remnants of your drool on his bottom lip.

After a deep sigh, your palms instinctively raise to at least maintain a small distance. “I do not know—” The hybrid chuckled at your attempt, brushing up his hair before lowering down your hands.

“Don't humor me. You know exactly what I need.”

You cannot tear your eyes away from him, not now that he looks absolutely magnificent while he undresses himself, revealing his toned stomach tainted with the perfect gradient of grey and black. It revealed more bruises in his body, some in the process of healing, while others are still in a bright shade of purple.

“Right, I should remove yours, too,” He mumbled, tone in a demeaning manner as if you are now under his mercy. Lost in a trance, you were bewildered by how fast he managed to unbutton each of your shirt's buttons. He whistled at the sight of your fully exposed chest, fingers playing in the hem of your shorts.

“Ass up, doctor.” The hybrid's dubious motives tripled the dozens of questions in your head, but your body still complied with his needs. In one swift pull, he managed to peel off your shorts and undergarments, leaving you almost naked in front of him.

Out of intuition, both of your hands went to cover your bare, wet cunt, ears heating up in embarrassment. He shook his head in disapproval, clutching your wrist carefully as he removed your makeshift cover. “There is no need to be shy about it,” The python spoke, grinning at the view of your pussy dripping into the sheets. “We really have that effect on mere humans.”

Your disoriented state was evident in your body language; your eyes blinked rapidly while your face was tinted red. He seems to notice them, lips tugging as he enjoys your dilemma. “It's Yeonjun,” He said, leaning towards your body, causing you to move backward. You hummed in response, unaware of what he meant.

“Yeonjun.” He paused, a mocking smile hanging on his lips, “It's the name you might want to scream.”

Mouth hanging in awe, your pussy thumped at the way he speaks. A sly smile was plastered on his lips, obviously liking your every reaction. “Again, no need to be shy, your kind tends to be loud when it comes to this—to us,” He continued, now busy with the garters of his pants. You swallowed a heavy lump before taking a proper look between his legs.

There is no need to question him; the huge bulge poking in his crotch is all the answer you needed. You could not help but picture his size in order for it to be bulging like that, as if it could rip the fabric of his pants just to be freed.

But nothing could have prepared you for what the python has been keeping in his pants, your thighs instinctively closing themselves at the sight presented in front of you. Yeonjun hissed the moment his sweats fell to the ground, revealing two leaking girthy cocks dangling in his body.

“Oh my God, are those—!”

“I told you you would be screaming,” He cackled, gradually making his way into your cramped figure, hovering your body in a beat. “And as always, I am right.” He whispered in your ear, leaving you all sensitive to the adrenaline rush he is sending to your body.

Your mind wants to focus on his lips brushing on your earlobe, but you cannot just ignore the warm, heavy cocks resting beside your thigh. Anxiety once again swarmed in your stomach, not because there are two cocks that could penetrate you any moment now, but because they are also long and thick, with their length only a handspan away from his knees.

How in many combined worlds will you make the two of them fit?!

“Come,” He urged, pushing off the fabrics of your pajama past your shoulders, leaving you completely bare under him. His lips began trailing on your collarbone, licking the skin that caused you to whine weakly. “I need to lock myself on you,” Yeonjun muttered between his kisses, one arm circling around your waist to press you closer in his scaled body.

“What?” You managed to breathe out, palms resting on his muscles as you feel overstimulated from all of his kisses. “Lock your—haaah…” The question hardly left you as his tongue found your erect nipple, stroking up and down with ease. Pleasure was undeniably spreading into your nerves, sultry moans leaving you when his tongue glided over your supple bud.

“Myself, yes,” Yeonjun answered, wide palm resting on your back before lifting you up smoothly. You gasped at his unannounced action, too lightheaded to even think about how you ended up caged in his arms while your face was pressed on his chest. The hybrid’s legs are also tangled with yours, squeezing you firmly with his strong limbs.

“So I could finally feel you around me,” His hands began to wander in your faint body, once again giving your mound his fair attention as he gave it a gentle squish. Your back arched at the contact, moans slipping out of your lips when his fingers gave your nipple a slight pinch. He giggled at your subtle response, even twisting his fingers to thoroughly stimulate you.

Woeful cries escaped you, hips mindlessly grinding into his to seek any actions that would soothe the aching neediness of your sex. Yeonjun was quick to follow, thumb drawing small circles around your sensitive nipple. “Need me?” He teased, clearly enjoying how your face contorts into bliss as he meets your hips halfway.

Nodding quickly at his answer, your hand began to find its way to his textured arms, grasping him closer while you hump yourself into him. The hybrid snickered at your advances, his hand finding your hips to halt your actions. You whined at the loss, but the gears of your brain started to rumble when you felt his hot tip skimming through your hole.

The uneasiness came back into your chest, remembering the fact that the hybrid has two cocks connected to his body. “W–Wait…” Your hands moved before your brain, clawing into his hand in panic. “Are you gonna—Uhm, use…” Yeonjun impatiently watched as you tried to form a sentence, in glee with how you are having a hard time while his tip continues to poke your entrance.

You took a sharp inhale the moment he entered your walls, eyes momentarily closing while you delved into the burning stretch of your pussy as he thrust his hefty tip. “Yeonjun—” The words got stocked into your throat when your cunt began to feel sore around his girth, sticky juices streaming down his remaining length as you tried to suck it in.

“Stay still,” He groaned, his grip on your flesh getting harsher. “You are much tighter than I had before.” Your cunt throbbed at his strained voice, almost sounding like he is pained with how your walls are snugging his length.

“It won’t fit—” Your struggles of talking sense to the hybrid were obvious, eyes stinging as tears started to form on its sides. Yeonjun’s breaths are shallow, loosely guiding his cock that is barely halfway into you. He knew from the start that this would be a challenge, but the way his body yearned to mate was beyond enticing to even back out now.

The python could only hold your sensitive body, locking himself within yours even if it hasn’t fully penetrated your sex. “It will,” He gently whispered, roughly hissing at the way you are warmly nestling his girth to the point that each inch of him was getting more and more impossible to slip in.

“But the two of them—oh God!” Your screams startled him for a second, grinning afterwards when he realized that he reached that sweet tingling spot deep in your walls. “Two of what?” He grins, obviously teasing as he hugs you closer, with the hopes that it could help him force his whole length into your fragile body.

“Both of your—Shit, Yeonjun!” Your balled fist landed into his chest, whining at his pulsating veins that are tickling your insides. “Both of your cocks won’t fit!” With your voice going frantic and pitch higher, the hybrid couldn’t help but laugh, stopping with only a few inches left.

Your face vibrates as it is pressed on his chest, looking up at him with your chin resting on his pec. “Haaah—I don’t really think—” The reason stumbles on your lips, brain too fumbled to compose a coherent sentence. Your eyes instantly shut tight, whole system was fighting the prolonged oversensitivity as his tip began to poke the heap of your cervix.

“Don’t fret,” He leaned his face on yours, resting his forehead into your sweaty ones. “I don’t usually use them both,” Yeonjun added, before leaving a brief kiss on your temple. “Unless you want me to?”

The tenderness of his voice contradicts what he had shown earlier, more so, melting every doubt that you have been trying to ignore for the past few minutes. You stare at his slitted eyes, finding anything that could help you regret this exact moment. But nothing. His grey eyes, despite their huge difference to yours, were nothing but sincere.

Your head shook voluntarily, giving him a concise answer. He nodded shortly, once again pinning your head to his chest before intently guiding the last bits of him into your filled pussy. Sultry moans combined with his sharp hisses filled your chamber the moment his whole length is nested on your walls, tears on the verge of falling as your lower belly starts to burn at the feeling of his cockhead brushing near your womb.

Walls squelching at how far he had reached, your breathing grew unsteady. Mind short-circuited when he shifted ever so slightly, almost screaming at the combined sensation of pleasure and pain. The way that he is squeezing your body with his doesn’t help either, as his stomach keeps on bumping into the noticeable bulge in your abdomen.

“Now this is locking,” He muttered, palms swerving into the curve of your body while his throbbing cock continues to stimulate your swelling walls. “Be a good doctor and let me breed you for good, yeah?”

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wawi's notes: HELLO oh my freaking goodness, it has been awhile since the last time i posted. i am so sorry for ghosting u all, this is the worst writer drought i have ever experienced (p.s. thank you to my angel @soobvns for helping me getting back on track). i really took my time on this one bcs i want to be creative TT guess i burned out myself a little after researching mostly everything about pythons. for another, i want to thank you all for the 400+ followers !! this has been the best gift after spending three months in this platform. i love you all so much >< again, thank for reading my piece. you are very much appreciated by wawi, dearest <333

[aweinkai]

erm... hello... i love choi yeonjun and this video fits my jjunie cravings... TT

warnings: mdni. yeonjun + fem!reader. tit sucking. yeonjun is a munch as always. video attached in the link <3.

As someone who loves to take charge, Yeonjun can't help but bring the same attitude to your shared bed.

He said that he had a long day, and what he really needed right now is the warmth of your body while cuddling nicely on your scented sheets. Yet, it doesn't take so long for his hands to wander on the plush of your mounds, caressing them gently with the reason that it was a stress ball.

And the moment you let him do what he wants, there is absolutely no way you could stop his nuances. A few minutes after you agreed to cuddle him, you found yourself bare naked with him hovering your unguarded body.

"Fuck, look at these," Yeonjun breathes out, mouth evidently watering at the sight of your chest all tender and perfect for him to devour. "I could suck on these every day."

Yeonjun's mouth instantly found your perked nipple, lips teasing the soft part of your breast before he gave your bud a gentle suck. A gentle whine left your lips, trying to stifle the sounds with the back of your hand.

"Jjunie..." His nickname came out sultry when the satisfying pleasure surged in your nerves. He was playing with your nipples in the best way you could think of, making your aching pussy crave more.

"Hmmm?" Your boyfriend hummed into your nipple, making another sweet whimper pass through your throat. The vibrations of his voice left a satisfying feeling in your system. His tongue began to slide on your fibble bud, making your back arch subtly.

"What is it?" He gently asked, the lewd sounds of his mouth sucking your nipple filling in the room's quiet atmosphere. Yeonjun has always been considerate when it comes to you, but today—he seems different. He demands your body to react to him and stimulates your mind into thinking that this is what you need after a long day.

Feeling the delicious slide of his wet muscle on your bud, your thoughts began to scatter everywhere. The drowning pleasure of his mouth made you incapable of replying to him, your hand even flying to grasp his arms to cope with the overwhelming sensation.

For which he caught instantly, a large palm pinning your hands into the bed before you could even scratch his skin. Yeonjun didn't even bat an eye at you, solely focused on toying with your breasts as if they were the most delectable dish he had ever tasted.

"Yeonjun, hah—" You gasped audibly when his teeth gradually tugged your nipple, the pain mixed with an undeniable luscious feeling drove your mind into ecstasy.

"Shhh," Yeonjun tightened his grip on your hand before he licked his tongue into frantic, up and down movements that made it more sensitive than before. The worst part is, he was only focused on one bud, leaving the other aching and begging for his attention. Your drenched pussy was no different to it, feeling uncomfortable with your slick dripping out to your inner thighs.

Your moan became high-pitched when his tongue toyed with your nipple, causing him to lowly chuckle at how beautiful you sounded to his ears. Yeonjun was merely gratified by your reactions, but he knew this was only the beginning.

A warm glob of his saliva covered your chest when he started to use his lips to suck on your nipples harder. Beyond caring if you are already whiny and twitching below him.

He got you under control. And the least you could do is accept what he wants to do to your body.

[someoneinabigcity]

☆Chapter 10☆

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– >Synopsis: After losing everything because of the man I trusted most, I rebuilt my life piece by piece, turning heartbreak into fuel and silence into power. In this story, regret has a long memory. When fate brings her back into his orbit, he’s no longer the boy who let her go. He’s a man haunted by the one mistake he can’t undo and the promise he broke. Yeonjun wants redemption. He wants forgiveness. He wants her and his family back. But this isn’t about who fell first; it’s about who rises after the fall. Yeonjun x Reader / Friends to Lovers –> Enemies to Lovers au Disclaimer!: explicit language ☆SpotifyPlaylist☆ Index | <– Previous - Next –>

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Y/N's POV

After a few days with my mom and sister, it was time to go back home and to our racing world.

“Promise you'll write as soon as you land”, my mom said, walking right next to me in the airport.

~Yes, I promise, Mom. You’ll be the first to know as soon as we get home. Now, you promise we'll schedule that trip to Tokyo we talked about. I really want you and Olivia to come visit. ~I said with a pouty expression.

“YES, PLEASE! And you can teach me how to drive and do those spinning things with the car”, my little sister replied.

“I promise, my dear. Just,” she whispered so only I could hear, “no teaching spinning cars things to your sister, please.”

We both laughed and enjoyed those last minutes together.

“Come home more often, please. I know you're safe over there, but I also miss having my 2 beautiful girls around, and Oli misses her big sister”, my mom inquired with a calm tone. “There's something else I would like to talk about before you go.”

Mom and I left my sister with the boys for a few minutes while we sat far from them to have a private talk. It wasn't like I didn’t trust the team to hear whatever mom wanted to talk about, but her tone made it clear she wanted privacy.

"Yeonjun texted me the other day when you were outside with the guys and Olivia at the park."

I froze; my soul left my body for a second and could only ask ~ he did what? Why? Why is Yeonjun texting you? Did you tell him I'm here?~ panicking and rushing through my mind

"Breathe, look at me." She demanded, taking my hand. Mom understood my fear and pain and put together all the pieces of a heart she didn't break but rather built from the very beginning.

"I didn't tell him you were here. I would never do that, but you have to know he's called or texted every week for the past 6 months. Once or twice a week. Actually, he never stopped calling since you got taken away from us. He's been there making sure we are okay, and I know you might feel betrayed, but that's why I'm telling you now. I trust you are mature and will understand. They've all been calling. Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun, Kai. All of them, but mostly him. He probably thinks he owes you, and he does. I'm not sure what happened between all of you, but I would never hide something this important to you."

I knew what she meant; I knew she didn’t mean to hurt me. My mom and sister also lost their family when chaos unraveled.

"Your sister misses their older brothers too; you all grew up together."

It all hit me at once. I never considered how all the past situations had impacted them, and I felt so guilty. My sister grew up with them, and destiny took all of that from her.

~Thanks for telling me, Mom. I honestly don't think I'll ever let him back in my life, but I'm glad the rest of the boys looked for me after all this time.~

“Take your time, my love. You don't owe explanations or forgiveness to anyone. I just wanted to tell you when we were together like this, side to side, because you deserve the truth and a real family.”

After a really long hug with both my favorite women on earth, the team and I got on the plane for our flight back home.

Feeling Yeonjun getting closer to my new life made my heart sink, but I wasn't ready to talk about it.

I slept until a couple of hours before we landed back in Tokyo and played Switch with Maki and Yuma the rest of the flight.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Taki asked while we were waiting for our luggage.

~Me? Oh, yeah. Totally fine. Just a bit tired, I really need my bed. Jet lag will be a bitch, I can already feel it.~ I said, trying to sound calm.

“Ok… Let's go home then. I’ll get your suitcase, and you just take my hand and walk half asleep through the airport, deal?” Taki replied with a mischievous smile.

“Nope, I'll take her. Thank you.” EJ intervened. “Knowing you, you'd get lost with her.”

Jin and Fuma laughed, looking at our two younger brothers fighting over who would take me home from the airport, until Jo simply offered to piggyback me all the way to the taxi.

Once we got home, I got in the shower and started unpacking. It was barely 3 pm when I heard a knock on my door.

~Come in!~ I replied.

Jin walked into my room and sat in my bed.

“Are you done unpacking?” He asked absentmindedly.

~Almost, why? Are we going to practice?~

“No, not today. We are all tired. I was thinking about getting something to eat. I'M STARVING,” he screamed while stretching.

~Valid point. Should we get some pizza for everyone and sleep early so we can practice all day tomorrow?~ I asked.

“Great idea, you are clearly my sister.” He replied jokingly. “Hey, I also want your car at the garage tomorrow after practice. Just a routine check-up. Breaks, oil, everything. Can you help me let the other boys know?”

~Sure, I'll text them in the group chat. I'm done, pizza?~

“UGH! YES, PLEASE!” He screamed dramatically once again.

The rest of the day felt like I was just floating around.

My family kept noticing how distracted I was, but I didn’t want to worry them, to be a burden over something that wasn't even in their time.

I knew the day when Yeonjun came back would eventually reach me; I never thought it would be so soon.

I had to focus on my race and practice, so I started bottling up my fear and anxiety. I could deal with my pain later, after winning.

“Y/N?” I heard EJ call.

~What?~ I replied, looking at the boys in front of me

“Are you sure you are okay, sis? You seem a bit lost,” Harua said worriedly. “Are you sick?” He asked again, leaning to touch my face with his hand.

~I’m okay, just tired. Sorry, you were saying? ~

“I was saying Jackson announced he has a new member on his team who is still in training. They'll introduce this person in a couple of weeks and would like to have them race with one or two representatives of every team.”

~That sounds nice. Can I do it?~ I asked excitedly.

“Me too,” K said, sliding a cup with juice to me.

“Sure,” Jin said. “I also have a race for you two,” he said, signaling toward EJ and Nicho, “a week from today. We are running against BangChan's team. They want 2 of our collection cars. I need my best duo.”

K and I looked at each other and then at Jin with an offended look.

“Don’t start, you two,” Fuma said, looking at us with a stern expression.

I started feeling more at ease while watching movies with my youngest brothers the rest of the day.

I started thinking of the race, the track, the feeling of the engine, and the changes in my gearbox. I felt ready to overcome any obstacles this new track could bring.

“Who do you think is Jackson's new team member?” Maki asked while playing with Harua’s hair.

“I don't think we know them. I mean, we ain't that close to his family, but everyone in the area already has a team.” Harua replied.

~I really hope they are a girl, we really need more in this place.~ I said while caressing Yuma's back, who had fallen asleep on the couch we were watching movies on.

“I just hope they are not troublemakers. We don’t need any of those here.” Jo replied while drawing.

*Phone buzzing*: [text from World’s Most Handsome Brother🙄🩷]

[World’s Most Handsome Brother🙄🩷]: “Hey, I couldn’t say much during dinner, but Fuma, EJ, and I would like your opinion on something.”

[Y/N🩷]: ~Sure, what is it?~

[World’s Most Handsome Brother🙄🩷]: “We think it’s time for Taki, Maki, and Harua to learn and start working for the team. No racing yet, just let them know about this industry and see if they want to participate. Like when Jo decided he’d rather design cars than race in them.”

[Y/N🩷]: ~I think that’s a great idea. They’ll be so excited, should I take them to practice with us tomorrow?~

[World’s Most Handsome Brother🙄🩷]: “Yes, please. Also, have Yuma jump in. I need him to race next month, and he’s been slacking on training lately.”

[Y/N🩷]: ~Yes, sir. See you tomorrow morning then.~

[World’s Most Handsome Brother🙄🩷]: “Alright, don’t go to sleep too late, please. Goodnight”

I looked at my baby brothers, knowing a new chapter was coming for them, and felt super excited for them. The way their world would change, their life would take on a whole new meaning.

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[someoneinabigcity]

☆Chapter 9☆

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– >Synopsis: After losing everything because of the man I trusted most, I rebuilt my life piece by piece, turning heartbreak into fuel and silence into power. In this story, regret has a long memory. When fate brings her back into his orbit, he’s no longer the boy who let her go. He’s a man haunted by the one mistake he can’t undo and the promise he broke. Yeonjun wants redemption. He wants forgiveness. He wants her and his family back. But this isn’t about who fell first; it’s about who rises after the fall. Yeonjun x Reader / Friends to Lovers –> Enemies to Lovers au Disclaimer!: explicit language ☆SpotifyPlaylist☆ Index | <– Previous - Next –>

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Yeonjun's POV

"Don't lose it. No, no, not yet," Jungkook said, almost screaming since the engine and sound of my newly provided car were too much.

"Jackson, where did you find this kid? My grandma is blind in one eye and can do it better," Dino said, laughing.

A couple of days have passed since I started my real practice with Jungkook. Jackson decided my perfect car was a Toyota GR86. Beautiful sports car in deep red.

This only meant today was my first day driving this car and actually learning how to drift. First, Jungkook and Mingyu made me drive up and down the mountain to get used to the car, its changes, and different ways to listen to it. Now we were at the very bottom of the place in the resting area, where my whole team was watching me practice.

Timing was my worst enemy at the time. Learning when to release the clutch and keeping the same amount of focus on the wheel was harder than I thought.

The car suddenly stopped, and I heard Jungkook and Mingyu's low laughs.

"How about we take a break?" Mingyu said, getting out of the back seat.

-I can do it, I promise. - I said in a rather desperate tone.

Jungkook and the team looked at me with tender eyes.

"We know you can, Yeonjun. Taking a break is not about how good you are. You and the engine both need some rest. It's almost lunch time, and this is your very first day driving. Come sit with us." Chaeyoung said, smiling at me.

I was finally able to tell my whole story to the team yesterday at dinner. Talking about it without being judged, simply being heard. They understood my desperation to get everything back, but also made me realize what mistakes took me here. Rather than feeling scolded by them, they gave me feedback and started rooting for me.

"They are coming back tomorrow," Jackson announced from behind.

-What? She's coming back? Already? I'm not ready, guys.

"Relax, man. You won't meet her just yet." Dino said, getting closer.

"Correct. They have a race next week, and even though she's one of their best drifters, she still needs to practice." Mingyu spoke.

"Plus," Jackson intervened again, "you are going on a trip with me and DK. We're going to Thailand for 6 days. I have some other friends over there. They also race, and it'd be good to take you out of this place for a while. You need a clear mind away from the mess to get better at racing. Believe me. You are way too vigilant here."

I knew Jackson was right, but part of me felt like I was running out of time. I wanted everything back; I was impatient.

"Junnie," Chaewon called, "we know you want your family back, but, if I may be blunt, impatience already played you wrong once. The time will come," she said in a soothing voice, trying to ease my clear anxiety building up again.

-You are right, thanks, guys. Let's eat, I'm starving- I said, smiling back to my new friends.

That same day, I was able to control the speed and timing in the track the team set up for me. They were all there to support me, give some advice, and even share their most embarrassing drifting experiences to encourage me. I wasn't the best driver on the team right now, but I knew I'd get there no matter what. I had to.

HueningKai's POV

Taehyun and I were cooking lunch for the 4 of us when Soobin's phone started buzzing. We knew it was Y/N's new friends.

A few minutes later, Soobin walked into the kitchen still talking to whoever was on the other side of the line.

"Ok, thanks, guys. Take care. We'll see you soon," he said, ending the call.

"All good?" Beomgyu asked opening a bottle of water since he had just come back from the gym.

"Yeah, Fuma said they want to tell her about Yeonjun in a couple of weeks, since she has a race coming up and they want her to be focused on that for now."

I laughed softly without noticing until I felt my 3 best friends looking at me.

Beomgyu had an eyebrow raised and a curious look.

"Anything on your mind, Huening?" He asked.

I honestly had a lot to say about the whole situation, but at this point, it didn't feel like it mattered.

"No, it's just," I stuttered for a few seconds.

"Hey," Soobin said with a soft voice, "talk to us. What is it?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I think we are fucking up. I know we want to do what's best for her, but if we keep secrets from each other and lie, she'll stop trusting us again. We are on very thin ice with her right now. I'm not willing to lose her again; I miss my family, the trust and love we built. We have to tell her."

Taehyun nodded in agreement next to me.

"Hueningkai is right. In the past, we didn't tell her about our promise to her dad or how many times Yeonjun lied to us about his relationship with Hae Ra. We didn't tell her about us knowing she and Yeonjun were a thing. There were a ton of untold things and, to be honest, I understand her team, but we need to think about OUR family if we really want everything back in place." Taehyun inquired. "Now, I totally get she needs to be focused to race safely and win, so how about we move some pieces here and there? Let her know he's starting to look for us, but don't tell her he's here already. We don't really know much either. We saw him, yes, but we don't know if he saw us or if he stayed in Tokyo or left."

"I see your point. More like giving her a warning rather than scaring her about something that could not even happen," Beomgyu replied.

"Alright, let's start planning again then," Soobin conceded.

I felt relief knowing my brothers were listening to me and remembered I didn't need to keep my feelings and thoughts to myself anymore. I was safe again, and we were getting our lives back on track one more time. Starting over, with the right people this time.

But I still missed my older brother at times. I missed the man I could trust my life with, the one who used to walk with us to school and taught me with patience and love every subject I felt was too difficult. I missed the Yeonjun who showed me I could be the younger brother at times and shared my burdens.

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[aweinkai]

[CYJ] CONTENT ME NOT!

synopsis: it was never easy to please an audience when you are a new content creator. but you are indeed lucky to have the best support system—yeonjun. although he might come a bit handy, a bit petty, and a literal pain in the pussy.

pairings: boyfriend!yeonjun x hyperfem content creator!reader

genre: smut (mdni pls). established relationship, gist of fluff, domestic themes

warnings: detailed explicit content. meanie dom!jjun. jjun wearing a skirt lol. sub!reader. subspace. use of sexual toys. semi-public sex (fucking in a bar's bathroom hehehe). unprotected sex (pls nooooo). piv. petnames. exhibitionism. dacryphilia. hint of coercion. dual penetration. humping. thigh riding. jjun has a dirty mouth. orgasm denial. multiple orgasm. creampie. overstimulation.

word count: 4.9k <3

WITH PHONE IN HAND, YOUR EYES CAN'T HELP BUT SHINE AT WHAT YOU ARE SEEING. The device kept buzzing about something you had posted hours ago, and your account has been blowing up with tens of followers each minute. A smile crept on your lips, fingers twirling your hair as you scrolled through the comments some users have left.

hopelessromantic_: oh my god the way he kissed her?!

justanothergal00: HAND PLACEMENT IS CRAZY!

fmlfml23: where are YOU guys finding a GUY like THIS!?

It was nothing crazy—well, at least for you. You have been around TikTok for a while and you keep on seeing this trend where a bookworm is reading a romance novel then gets whipped straight out of the book when a spicy scene comes out with the help of their boyfriends. It was trending under the famous song of Sabrina Carpenter titled Tears. Some transitioned with their boyfriends cornering them in a kitchen counter, while some remained mediocre and just did a lot of kissing.

And, you are indeed lucky to have all the resources you need: a pile of spicy novels, a phone, and a naturally clingy boyfriend.

So, you gave it a shot.

Boy, it did hit well with the viewers.

Your entry was you holding a book while entering your shared bathroom, even wearing your fluffy pink robe. Flipping the page at the sound of the transition cue, your boyfriend, Yeonjun, came into the frame. He has you pinned on the sink, grasping your waist with his strong veined arm before pulling your hair from the back for a mouthful of kiss. Then, it transitioned to your normal self holding the book looking all so flustered with one of your shoulders already exposed.

Filming it was filled with giggles, especially when your boyfriend offered his full-blown support to help you create a successful video. He is the one who suggested to have your shoulder exposed at the end. And, most importantly, he did not leave you hungry in the bathroom. Instantly bending you at the sink after saying that you are satisfied with the results. Supportive, insightful, and hot—that's who Yeonjun is.

Though, some might say that you two have tons of differences. That you also noticed before you became a thing. Yeonjun is on the quiet side, you are loud. Yeonjun likes watching, you love reading. Yeonjun is allergic to social media, you are borderline chronically active. Yeonjun is monochromatic, and you are almost the personification of the rainbow.

Not that it bothers you. The love you share is deep and trustworthy. If anything, the difference between you made your relationship more exciting. It makes you look forward to spending another day getting to know the love of your life.

“What are you smiling at?”

Yeonjun's question startled you, who is now casually walking towards your figure. He crawled in the bed before snuggling himself to hug your waist, settling his head on your lap. A soft smile formed on your lips, now combing his soft black locks.

“The video we filmed received 2 million views.” You squealed, showing him your screen. His chuckles are muffled on your stomach, warm breath tingling your body.

“Really?” He asked, looking at your phone. He smirked at the sight, lifting his gaze to you. “Do I get a reward for this?” Your boyfriend snickered, putting the phone in the bed so he could intertwine your hand with his.

Your eyes squinted at him, before you gave him a flick on the forehead. Snorting at his loud ouch, you immediately rubbed your fingers around the area. “Oops… Now, that's what you get for being greedy. We literally did that when we filmed this.”

Yeonjun scowled at you, plump lips now in a makeshift pout. “Yah… What I mean is treating me to dinner,” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, still trying to stifle a laugh as redness starts to form in his forehead. “I had no idea what we were doing yet I still did it, and this is what you pay me?”

His sulking made you burst into laughter, and him doing it while lying in your lap made it a thousand times better. Squishing his cheeks, you forced his lips into a flat smile that almost made him falter in his pouty mood.

“How do you want me to pay you, baby?” You cooed at him, thumbs rubbing in his rosy cheeks. Yeonjun rolled his eyes at you, but his rising cheekbones betrayed him. Still, he stuck his tongue out at you before making you face his back.

Getting all whipped at your boyfriend's childishness, you carelessly shifted your position, pinning him down in the bed before you hopped on his stomach. He just watched your every move, fascinated by how you look so divine above him.

“You know what I want,” He muttered, large palms guiding you to sit directly on his bulge with a smug face. “And, you can give it to me right here, right now.” You could feel yourself throb at his words, clearing your throat to mask the whine that nearly left you.

Too bad for him though, you still know better.

With a sweet smile, you start to rock yourself in his growing hard-on, small palms resting in his chest for support, “Yeah?” You teased, slowly lowering yourself to his reddening ear.

“Film a new video with me first.”

A loud grumble left his mouth, eyes now sharply looking at you. Hastily, you got off his lap, straightening your ruffled pink skirt as you grin at him. Yeonjun huffed at you, sitting up with his legs tightly closed.

“You are killing me.”

“Yet you still love me.” You blew him a playful kiss, giving him a wink before clutching your phone once more.

“WHAT IN THE FUCKITY FUCK NOW? US OUTSIDE? WITH ME WEARING YOUR CLOTHES?”

That was Yeonjun's initial reaction when you explained the next concept of the new video you are about to film. The pink baby-doll dress hangs on your hands, now looking at your boyfriend with puppy eyes that you knew would always get to him.

You know it is not an easy request to swap your clothing styles just for a video. The huge gap between your aesthetics is enormous. With all things considered, you have no problem in changing styles with him. You have been wearing his clothes before you even started dating. As long as it is just for a day, though.

Plus, how could you say no to your followers’ first-ever request?

“Please, Jjunnie… We could spend at least 30 minutes outside max,” Your lips are in pout, coyly swaying your body. The pout in your face turned into a frown when he just raised his brow at you. Losing hope, you strike him with your final blow.

“It’s just, my followers saw how good your proportions are and—”

“Do they?” His ears seem to perk up with what you just said. A smile tried to form on your lips, but you managed to hide it as you tasted the victory in your tongue.

“They do! Some even said that they are jealous of your small waist!” His expression took a turn, now evidently interested in your white lie. Yeonjun's gaze went down to the bright pink dress you are holding as if he was intently studying it.

Shuddering at the thought, he heavily sighed before he stood up. With a forced smile, he just gave your shoulder a light tap before shaking his head.

“I love you more than ramen, with all of my heart, but still no.”

You are about to complain to him when another idea comes to you. “How about a negotiation?”

Yeonjun swayed his hair upward from your persistent behavior, pinching your cheek lightly in an attempt to prolong his patience. “Okay, let's hear it.”

You threw the dress in the bed before proudly smiling at him, “I will pick a less feminine set of clothes.”

He paused for a second before cackling into a condescending laugh, “You are funny, baby, but—"

“And, I will finally let you…” The beat of your heart becomes erratic when his laugh subsides, pupils now focused on the next thing you are about to say, “Let you use that thing that you want to use on me since our anniversary…” You bit your lip as you tried to compose your words, “In public.”

A smirk formed in his thin lips, eyes now hungry as it roamed into your body. He then reached for your waist, locking you into his arms before giving your neck a soft peck. “Show me what clothes you have in mind, then we will talk.”

Nervousness filled your body. But still, there is also a hint of relief and excitement from him giving you another chance. You nod at him diligently before kissing his cheek.

Several thoughts came into your mind as you walked into your shared closet, unable to keep yourself away from worry with what you just said to your boyfriend. You know this is a bad decision. There is no escaping him once he gets what he wants, not when he has been convincing you about that for nearly three months.

In this situation, you have no one to blame other than yourself.

A BAGGY JORTS, A BLACK TANK TOP, AND A OVERSIZED HOODIE. That is what Yeonjun gave you as part of the challenge he finally agreed to take part of. His clothes also came with a velvet box, that you don't even have to open to know what is inside it.

The plan was simple. Attend a rave party near your home where your boyfriend has secured the tickets for you both. Film the content for you to post. And, enjoy the party wearing the clothes you have prepared for each other, no matter how out of place you two will look.

There comes the box. You have been contemplating whether you should open it or let Yeonjun do the job for you. But, knowing how he is the embodiment of the word clingy, you are more siding with the first option.

It was a pink bullet vibrator. One of his five gifts he prepared on your fifth anniversary. You were never the type to be engaged with using toys, not even to yourself when you have Yeonjun and his stamina. The only problem? Your boyfriend is. He himself admitted that in the same celebration.

And, you just promised that you will finally allow him to use this on you. In front of a wide open audience.

Sighing at the thought, you gathered up the courage to open the gift. Where a seven inch toy and a water-based lube welcomed your sight. The remote was nowhere to be found, assuming that he already had it with him.

After giving yourself some motivation and a good amount of persuasive nuances, you slowly peeled off your underwear. The toy felt bizarre in your palm, your hand was trembling as anxiety occupies your chest.

“This is crazy… Why did I even say that?”

Within minutes of contemplation, you decided to slowly rub yourself first. Fingers drawing circles in your folds with your mind replaying every instance your boyfriend had you in different positions, savoring the wetness building in your cunt.

Once you are wet enough, you cover the toy with the proper amount of lube before exhaling a deep breath and slowly pushing the vibrator into your walls. Shuddering at the unfamiliar feeling, you try to adjust your position and tentatively plunge the vibrator in your hole.

You tugged your lips harshly, preventing any sounds that could escape you. It was not as satisfying as your lover's cock, but you could still feel every nudge of the device in some of your best spots.

Panic surged into your body when Yeonjun suddenly knocked on the door, causing you to push the toy deeper that almost made you scream. In a haste, you picked up your panties alongside with the jorts above the bed before putting them on.

“Come in!” Your nearly sound strained, trying to ignore the toy buried inside you.

Your eyes immediately went wide when you saw Yeonjun in the doorway. He was wearing a checkered dark pink skirt partnered with a white top and a crop top coat that matches the skirt. His lean figure made it impossible for him to wear the coat, aiming him to just drape it over his shoulder. And, the skirt climbed up into his inner thighs by how broad his hips are. Making it into a microskirt hanging to hide his crotch.

Mouth in awe, you already expected that Yeonjun could pull this off. But, he outdid himself. He looks much better in the outfit than you did.

A literal model, in fact.

“Look at you,” Yeonjun whistles suggestively, “You're trying to keep me all by yourself, don't you?”

You giggled at him, still mesmerized at your dashing boyfriend with your tight clothes on. It was also surreal, especially with how it contrasts his daily style that you are used to.

Yeonjun initiated the filming of the first clip of your content, looking so excited about the whole thing which is evidently different from his first opinion about it.

Soon, you found yourself in front of the bar ten minutes away. The sound booming from the inside has been aching your ears, but the thump of your heart is much louder. Feeling yourself being more agitated as every second passes. You can't keep your hands off your pants, visibly discomfited with the toy nesting inside your pussy.

Your boyfriend has his hand on your waist, all smiles while standing so confidently beside you. Several gazes landed on you two, but mostly at the guy beside you. You can't blame them. Yeonjun is surely attention-worthy with your pretty girl clothes decorating his lean figure.

“Did you do what you must do?” He suddenly whispered into your ear, almost making you whine. You looked at him woefully, before nodding gently. The wetness between your legs has started to feel uncomfortable, and him bringing it up made it worse.

“Good,” He breathes, “Don't whimper, moan, or do anything stupid until I say so.”

You gave him another nod, trying to fight any urge to disobey him. Yeonjun then led you into the entrance, phone in hand as he took a video of you both walking into the open area filled with drunk and hazy people dancing into the music.

He placed the phone into a pole, creating a makeshift stand, before he pulled you close to fit you two into the frame. You both flexed your outfits whilst swaying your bodies in the rhythm, just so you could have enough videos for your content.

With too many videos to edit, Yeonjun then dragged you to have a short photoshoot in a dim place. He was guiding you with proper poses, using the flash just to show your whole outfit in the process. You did the same, though you mostly just clicked the shutter button and found good angles cause he did all the best poses by himself.

The worry subsided on your chest, almost like you forgot that there is a toy in between your legs because of how Yeonjun has been so immersed in helping you do the content.But with him, you must always expect the unexpected.

After taking numerous pictures, he asks you to order some drinks while he checks on the shots. Having no doubt in mind, you did what you were asked to. You were still talking to the bartender when you felt it.

The sudden, electrifying vibration coming from the device deep inside your pussy.

Gripping at the counter, you swallowed up the moan in your throat. Your legs start to quiver at the intensity, now bowing your head to hide your panicked face. With your breaths becoming unstable, you just gestured on the bartender to bring the drinks you ordered to your table.

Yeonjun was smiling widely when you arrived, as if he is genuinely amused with your state. You saw the remote within his grip, glaring at it before you raised your gaze at him.

“Having fun, baby?”

He teased, before pushing the same button that added more intensity to the vibrating toy. You flopped beside him, legs too weak from how extreme the stimulation you are receiving.

The man beside you scooted closer, palm planted on the seat with his arms fully exposed since he removed the coat when you left. His strong perfume filled your senses, almost making it impossible for you to inhale evenly.

“Do you have any plans on answering me? Or should I use the toy to get you talking?”

His taunt was followed by him pressing the button, causing you to clutch him closer to your body. Your mouth gaped open when the toy vibrates harder inside your pussy. Beads of sweat even formed into your forehead, on the verge of crying from how the toy is edging you on your seat. You are thanking the heavens that Yeonjun chose to sit a few tables away from the open area, lessening your worries of being caught.

You nod your head at his question, ragged breaths preventing you from using your words. The only thing you could do is close your thighs tightly, biting your lower lip just to stop any sound from reaching his ears.

Annoyed at your gestures, he cupped your cheeks in one hand. “Is the toy fucking you dumb that you can't even say yes?”

A moan slipped between your lips when he opted the toy into the next level, making your body jolt. You felt the goosebump coursing through your body at his words, tugging your lower lip harder to stop another moan. Yeonjun shook his head in disappointment, removing his hand on your face as his hand went into your thigh.

Its warmth gave more sensation to your nerves, face contorting into pleasure when the vibrator once hit a perfect spot. Your grasp on his arm grew harsher that your pink nails plunged into his flesh. The coil in your abdomen became intolerable, and Yeonjun was quick to notice.

“Don't tell me you are gonna stain my favorite jorts?” He sneered, “You will regret it—”

His words are cutted off when the server comes with your drinks in hand, putting the drinks into the table before giving you both a small smile. The man was about to leave when suddenly, Yeonjun spoke.

“Excuse me,” He started, a devilish grin sitting in his lips, “Could you take a picture of me and my girlfriend?”

Horror filled your eyes as you realized that he was trying to drag this longer—he is torturing you. He loves having an audience and he is proving that. Your head still hangs low, pupils trembling with how the server gladly accepted Yeonjun's request.

“Baby, come on, look up,” He enthusiastically urged, arms wrapping to your shoulders like he is not torturing your pussy with too many vibrations. You blew a deep breath before you faced the camera, forcing a tight smile while Yeonjun pulled you closer to him.

The server starts to count down, positioning the camera in front of you with ease. When he said one, you felt the toy vibrate so rigorously that it made you jump into your seat, accompanied with a sharp squeal.

Both men stared at you in shock at the sudden outburst. But, Yeonjun’s eyes are mixed with irritation. Your hands start to sway everywhere, almost feeling airless by how the toy is wiggling in your walls.

“Sorry… Shit, uhm—” You gripped into the rough fabrics of your jorts, trying to think straight. “I need the… haaah—bathroom.”

You could feel your nerves being disoriented with how the vibration gave an overwhelming sensation to your pussy, getting your walls all sensitive. It was even awkward when you stumbled on your steps, the intense pleasure making your legs unreliable.

The moment you arrived at the bathroom, Yeonjun was not far behind. Closely following you the whole way without you even noticing. He pushed the door open before you could even shut it, having you nearly leap in shock. Leaning on it, his arms crossed in his chest while wearing a very unamused expression.

He seemed uninterested in your dreadful state, even if you are now gripping the sink for support. “Can you please...” You took a deep breath when the toy brushed another good spot, “Help me, baby, please…”

Yeonjun looked at you with nothing but darkness in his stare. He deliberately stepped in your back, caging you in his arms while glaring at you through the mirror.

“I did everything you asked me to,” He whispered directly in your ear, “But when I asked you to do something, you can’t bring yourself to obey me.” His hands found your waist, shaking your nerves.

“Such a needy bitch that you are begging to be fucked in here,” He spat at you, tone heavy with disgust. Goosebumps filled your body when you felt him palming a cheek of your ass, before giving it a harsh spank. You squealed at the sudden pain, the torture in your abdomen intensified with how your ass jiggled.

“Jjunnie… ahhh—Please…” You sniffed, eyes pleading at him in the mirror. “Can't take it anymore…”

Yeonjun gave you a sly smile before forcing you to twirl and face him. His smile grew wider when he saw your flustered face, with pretty glassy eyes brimming with tears. His hand slowly found the button of your jorts, swiftly unclasping it before pulling it down. An obnoxious chuckle left him when he finally saw your drenched panties, totally wrecked with how wet you are.

“Would you look at that…” He teased, before swaying the fabric aside to take a glimpse of your bare pussy. Your back arched even with the slightest nudge of his fingers, sore folds quivering in oversensitivity. “Do you even need my cock at this point?”

Panicking in his question, you cling yourself into his arms. Tiptoeing to frantically pepper his neck with kisses while whining several broken yes and please. A weak moan came from you when he swiped his finger in your slit, hips jerking up as you clench around the toy.

“Want your cock…” You whimper in his chest, nails now digging in his nape when the toy continues to torment your walls. “It's not enough, please…”

Out of desperation, you hopped into his exposed thigh near your legs, instantly rubbing your folds in his warm skin. You moaned loudly, now able to feel pleasure aside from overwhelming stimulation. Yeonjun just watched the scene unfold, large palms even guiding your hips.

“You are like a fucking bitch in heat…” He mumbled to himself, in awe with how you looked so drowned in pleasure. Knowing your body too well, this kind of delirious state indicates that you are nearly coming.

The burning coil in your abdomen has been building up since Yeonjun asked the server for a picture. Your eyes are rolling back with how the buzz of the toy alongside humping your sensitive sex on Yeonjun's thigh have made you reach a different type of ecstasy.

“Oh my—Fuck! Jjunnie… Hah, near—”

You are about to reach your peak when Yeonjun suddenly retrieves his thigh, even abruptly pulling out the vibrator in your pussy. A complaint hangs in your lips when he covers your mouth, pressing the wet toy in your burning cheeks. While his other hand is busy freeing his long and thick aching cock.

“Shhh, time for the real thing.”

Muffled moans echoed the room when Yeonjun hastily lined up his tip in your hole, thrusting his length with ease by how well-prepped you were. This is what you have been craving for the whole night—the wide, delicious stretch of your boyfriend's cock prying your walls open.

“Fuckmmp!”

Yeonjun pinned you in the sink, pushing himself slowly and deeply into your insides that you could feel every brush of his perfect pulsating veins in your pussy.

“How are you still fucking tight…” He grunts, chest heaving with how you are snugging his cock. You could feel the tingling sensation in the heap of your sweet spot, as Yeonjun has his cock seated in a perfect way. Shaping your pussy with his large size.

“Is this finally enough?” He asked the moment he bottomed out, earning a low whine from you. Which has turned into a series of moans when he started moving, hips expertly pounding itself into your cunt until you could hear his flesh hitting into yours.

“Mhhmm…Ye—”

You halted from doing a nod when you felt another familiar vibrating tip prodding on your stuffed hole. Your hands instantly flew above his to stop him from inserting the toy while he is fucking you senseless.

“Nononono... Fuck—Jjun! Please don't—ugh!”

Each word that came out of your mouth was distorted, being covered with the lewd sounds of your boyfriend ramming on you and the loud music of the rave outside. Yeonjun gave no fucks, focusing to fully penetrating you with his cock and the toy in his hand. It stretched your walls past its limits, giving more electrifying feelings into your core.

“Gonna fill you up so that you'll learn to be grateful, hm?” He sneered, throwing his head back when the vibration also gave him satisfaction. The heavy feeling in your lower belly becomes unbearable, clutching your boyfriend closer as he drives your mind into haziness.

“Shit, Yeonjun!” You yelped when you came unannounced, spilling hot, sticky liquid into your thighs and the sink. Yeonjun froze at the moment, watching how your pussy gushed out white fluids around his cock and the vibrator that was halfway entering your walls. He heavily sighed before brushing his hair upwards, clearly annoyed with what just happened.

You wantonly screamed when your boyfriend pushed the vibrator deep into your walls, leaving you weeping with how your abdomen aches in too much sensitivity. “I didn't say you could come now, did I?” He hissed, forcing your legs to open wide so he could ram into your cunt easily while the vibrator stimulated both of you.

All you could do is sniff and whine his name, chunks of tear uncontrollably rolling into your eyes as Yeonjun continually abused your poor hole. The vibrator that is sandwiched between your walls and his raging cock didn't give you and your cunt a chance to breathe. Every hoarse grunt coming from Yeonjun’s mouth falls into your ears perfectly, sending your brain into overdrive.

“I should wear—Ah fuck… More skirts often,” He uttered, almost out of air with how fast he is drilling into you, “Makes whipping out my dick to fuck you more easy.”

He chuckled at the thought, before giving you a glance. You were an absolute mess. Showering in your own sweat with your make up all smudged and ruined by your tears. Your mind was no better, wholly malfunctioning with no coherent thought, only the delicious grind of your boyfriend’s cock.

“Poor little thing,” Yeonjun cooed, large palm cupping your cheeks, “Too cockdrunk to even think for herself.”

Another build up formed in your lower belly, panting erratically with Yeonjun's rapid pace. Your hand went into his arms, nails scratching into his skin just to keep yourself intact. Luscious feelings flooded your system, senses heightening with how sensitive you've become. You could feel every pulse of Yeonjun's cock inside you, with the vibrator buzzing into your walls at its maximum level. Everything is pushing you into the edge, and the malicious sound of his every thrust is not helping, either.

“Jjunnie… Please,” You meekly purred, “Need to… Hmmph—Cum again…”

Yeonjun grinned at you, “Wanna cum with me, baby?” He asked, before pulling you into a sloppy kiss. You immediately responded by moving your lips into his, bringing your body closer to kiss him deeper. Desperate to cum, you weakly jerked your hips against his, giving up with one try as you cannot cope with your lover's brisk thrusts.

His plump lips are carelessly placed into yours, the kiss you shared getting untangled in every deep push of his hard cock into your spongy walls. Yeonjun hesitantly pulled out in the kiss, his hand finding your hips before groping it tightly. His hips began to stutter, loud groans leaving him as his cock began to twitch in your pussy.

“With me, yeah?” He huffs, voice too breatheless. You gave him a frantic nod, not minding the sink that is rattling by how harsh Yeonjun is ramming into you. “Now, baby… Fuck!”

Your boyfriend enveloped you into a tight embrace the moment his warm load filled you up, and that became the cue for the rope in your stomach to snap. A wave of mixed cum poured out of your hole, more fluids flowing out when Yeonjun pulled out his cock and the vibrating toy. Strained moans left you, breathing raggedly from the intense feeling that rocked your nerves.

“How are you, love?” Yeonjun's voice is airless, forehead resting on your shoulders as he composes his inhales. “Is it too much?” He asked, giving your skin soft kisses before helping your disheveled figure.

“Yeah…” You tiredly replied, “But I love everything about it.”

He giggled in your words, giving your cheek a light pinch. His way of saying that you are too adorable for his eyes. Yeonjun was about to lean in for a kiss when three loud bangs came filled the room.

“Are you two done? Is one round enough, or should we find another bathroom?”

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– >Synopsis: After losing everything because of the man I trusted most, I rebuilt my life piece by piece, turning heartbreak into fuel and silence into power. In this story, regret has a long memory. When fate brings her back into his orbit, he’s no longer the boy who let her go. He’s a man haunted by the one mistake he can’t undo and the promise he broke. Yeonjun wants redemption. He wants forgiveness. He wants her and his family back. But this isn’t about who fell first; it’s about who rises after the fall. Yeonjun x Reader / Friends to Lovers –> Enemies to Lovers au Disclaimer!: explicit language

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Fuma's POV

After sending Y/N on a shopping day with K, her mom, and sister, Jin and I decided it was time to talk to the rest of my brothers about our current issue back at home.

After waking up and texting Soobin for more context, I talked to Jin.

They were pretty clear about not wanting Yeonjun to find her either, but our worries were different somehow.

They were scared of Y/N getting mad at them because Yeonjun only started looking for her once they left, and it made sense. We, on the other hand, were more worried about her and how this would affect the stability she'd found with us so far.

"Ok, call the boys. It's time for them to know everything," Jin declared.

"Guys, can you all come for a second to the living room?" I asked, knowing my brothers were nearby.

Nicho, EJ, and Yuma were the first to arrive a few seconds later, and Taki, Harua, Maki, and Jo joined us right behind them.

"Everything okay?" Nico asked, walking into the room and sitting on the couch with the rest of them.

"Well, I'd love to say yes, but we have something really important to talk to you all about," Jin responded.

"Without K and Y/N?" EJ asked with a severe tone.

"Yes. Please listen to what Jin and I have to say; questions at the end, and we'll explain everything," I declared with a warm tone, knowing what was coming.

After what felt like forever, Jin and I finished telling my brothers the full story of Jin knowing Yeonjun, me knowing Jin knew him, and us two meeting with him before coming on this trip. I could sense their fury and the heaviness of the room after our confession.

"You have to tell her", Harua spoke first. His tone caught everyone off guard. Cold, calculating, very unusual for him whenever he'd talk to us.

"Wait, we need to really think about this before", Nicholas started speaking

"No, Harua is right", Taki intervened, "We have to let her know what is going on. Whatever comes next should be her decision, not ours."

Listening to that serious tone coming from our youngest brothers felt unusual, unsettling even.

Even Maki, our youngest one, had a serious look standing with them.

"Ok, ok. Wait, guys, I know we are all... concerned right now", EJ said, analyzing the situation, "but I do think just telling her won't do the trick."

"Could I say something?" Jo asked with Yuma next to him.

We were all surprised he spoke up since he's usually the quietest one among all of my siblings.

After getting a small nod from everyone, he continued.

"I think we have to tell her too; however, knowing Y/N and the small amount of information we have about her past and how everything turned out, it needs to be perfectly displayed," he said, turning to Jin and me, "you two need to be ready for her to get mad at you. Even mad at us for not telling her right away. I know we want to protect her, but I don't think protection means leaving her ignorant of what's coming. If she wants this Yeonjun guy back in her life or not, that's her decision to make, and we have to respect whatever she chooses."

At the end of a very long talk, we decided to tell her and K once we were back in Tokyo and after her race next week, otherwise she'd be distracted, and it could be very dangerous for her to race like that.

Yeonjun's POV

I could hear my new team practice as soon as I walked into the building. Jackson and I met with V in the garage area and took me to our training spot. We were in a tall mountain with a huge resting area.

-So I'm driving my way down this mountain as practice?- I asked curiously, getting outside of the car Jackson brought me in. "Nice joke. No, dude, you are training first in this training area. There's no way I'd let you drift all the way from the top for your first training," Jackson answered. As I looked at him with an annoyed face, a silver car stopped right in front of us.

"JK!" I heard V scream from behind, running to the man getting out of the car. He was tall, with dark eyes and hair, a black tank top, and a set of the coolest tattoos I've ever seen.

"Hyung!" he answered, hugging Taehyung. "Jackson, I'm guessing this is the newbie," he said, now giving him a welcoming hug.

He looked at me, and I was finally able to see his features clearly. He had a warm look, like an excited and curious puppy. Big Bobba eyes some could even say.

-Hi, I'm Yeonjun- I said, smiling and offering my hand to shake his. He pulled me in a warm "Bro" kind of hug.

"C'mon, we are brothers now. Tae told me everything about you," he said, letting go.

"Alright, Yunnie." Jackson said, looking at me, "Jungkook here will teach you the basics of racing. Timing, speed, all of it. He's great at racing and a great teacher as well, but pay a lot of attention. This is no game, kiddo."

After saying our goodbyes with V and Jackson, since they had practice and business of their own to take care of, Jungkook and I got into his car.

-This thing is gorgeous, Jungkook-, I said, getting in his car.

"Please call me JK, we'll spend a lot of time together, man. And thanks, this is a Lexus LFA Concept. Honestly, I couldn't really understand why Jackson gave me this car at the beginning, but he's got a great eye for pairing drivers with specific models."

-Ok, so... what now?- I asked excitedly.

"Ok, first and most importantly," he looked at me, "put on your seatbelt," he giggled.

-Oh, right. Sorry-

"Don't be. I'll start explaining while we drive our way up, ok?" he asked with a more serious tone.

-Yes, I'm all ears- I replied, matching his energy.

"Ok, so drifting started a long time ago. The technique was invented by a Japanese motorcyclist. After that, the world and many street racers started mastering the technique with their own cars. Nowadays, drifting is part of culture or even a culture itself. Every person in this team loves and respects this sport enough to be careful about it. Even though we are street racers, we avoid being irresponsible. We don't put anyone else at risk unnecessarily, and no weird businesses blend with racing, ok?"

-Yes. Got it. No funny business, this is a responsible and respectable sport-

"Good, now that we are at the top of the mountain, I'll show you the basics of the technique and how you can feel the changes within the car. It'll be more obvious once you are in the driver's seat, but I need you to actually see it without worrying about driving first. You also need to get used to the speed so you don't get scared while practicing. Concentration and Self-confidence are key to making the right decisions."

Once I looked at the road, I noticed the huge view from the mountain. We could see the whole city. We were getting close to the first set of curves.

"Ok, drifting technique 101. For drifting, you need a car with rear wheel drive and a limited-slip differential, meaning your 2 sets of tires have different functionalities. In this type of car, your engine only sends power to the back tires, allowing the load to be split and your control to be even. Now, once you see you are getting close to the curve, like we are, timing is everything."

I looked at his hands and feet while listening to him with huge focus.

"Now, there are many different techniques. Each of them works for different settings such as narrow places, high speed, etcetera. Basic technique or at least the first one the team taught me", he explained while starting to move his right hand from the wheel, "The clutch-kick technique consists of rapidly pressing and releasing the clutch while on the throttle to shock the drivetrain, causing the rear wheels to lose traction."

Once JK clutched in and out in merely a second, the back part of the car spun only enough to get us through the curve. I could see him keeping a firm hold of the wheel and only letting go a little once we were outside the curve.

"Ok, now, that was a small demonstration. You'll learn more about your car once we know what Jackson is giving you, and then I'll teach you, little by little, the timing, the techniques, and the speed. Let's keep going, and if you have any questions, go ahead. We have all day for this. I have a race coming up, so you'll tag along with me."

I was thankful for having such a great team. Drifting was clearly difficult, but it felt a little less scary having V and JK with me and knowing they'd teach me patiently.

The rest of my day went smoothly, and I had a nice meeting with the rest of the team. Chaeyoung and Chaewon were the only 2 girls in the team, and they were so nice all the time, but really showed their competitive side once Mingyu, Dino, and DK started bugging them at lunch. They made me feel a bit safer after a really long time.

Practice with Jungkook really got me tired, but I knew it would all be worth it once I'd see her again.

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