i’ve been CONSTANTLY thinking about cat hybrids yeonjun, since (almost) all i see is fox hybrid yeonjun 🙄 he’s a kittie too yk?
THISSSS HES SO KITTY CAT CODED i've done hybrid yeonjun but it was fox hybrid and i just think that something similar to what i wrote but as a kitty in heat oh my god. this took longer than expected so there's a rushed end im sorry</3 not proofread
You're coming home from work to your new cat-hybrid, however he's nowhere to be seen when you walk in. What seemed to be a habit of him showing up at the door to greet you when you get home is absent of his presence. When you kick off your shoes and drop your coat you're instead greeted with sounds of pain?
You're running to the noise fast before you know it, almost breaking your door in the process when you barge into your room. "M-mommy it hurts!" Yeonjun squeals, soft kitty ears flush to his head and tail whipping. Clothes are scattered across the room, but that's not what catches your attention. What's caught your attention is that his hand is vigorously pumping his cock til it's red and swollen and his face is buried into your panties and the sheets.
"Jjunie? what is going on?" You're stern sounding voice only makes him move faster and to say the least you are beyond shocked, your cute kitty hybrid you got to cure your loneliness is on his hands and knees masturbating on your bed, crying, and sniffing your panties.
"Can't stop mommy- o-oh stops my p-pain" He responds between gasps and sniffles. You can't help yourself as your thighs tighten together. "Fuck, Jjunie how did this happen?" You solicit further, "mommyyy" he drags out desperately, ignoring your question entirely. "N-Need you please, I'm tired- haah~ I need a-ah mommy's help to s-stop this." Yeonjun begs with his mouth agape, his hand speeding up to catch the fat drops of precum leaking out onto the bed sheets.
"Baby, i'm so sorry it hurts" You stumble closer and you can finally hear the purring. He's crying, swollen and irritated, but purring like he does when you play with his hair on the morning. Your hand reaches out for his disheveled hair this time just thinking about it and it's like touching him at all could have made him cum than and there, his head goes back into your hand with his mouth wide open and his eyes glassy and foggy. Fuck he looked beautiful this way.
"My beautiful kitty what happened hm? Do you know how inappropriate this is?" You massage his scalp as he stares into your eyes helplessly. "I'm sorry I-I'm so sorry" is all he can muster between moans. "It's okay, Mommy will help you, okay? You just need my help, let mommy help you and the pain will stop okay?" You speak softly into his ear, hands moving from his hair to his to his pretty plush lips, swollen and red from him biting it so much and glossy from his saliva every time he'd lick them.
His sticky hand releases his angry leaking cock and wraps around your waist before pulling you down under him. It's almost instinct to grab onto his shoulders and spread your legs for him. His head finally moves away from the panties and buries into your neck. You can feel him taking deep sniffs of your scent before you feel his wet hard cock rub against your thigh, and what becomes a small bit of pressure turns into humping fast. "Jjunie!" You squeal at his excited thrusts into your clothes limb. "s-sorry i'm sorry, need this mommy" the pretty boy pants pathetically.
"Poor kitty, it's okay just keep fucking mommy's thigh" you hum and pet those pretty fluffy ears, stomach doing flips when he grabs your hips and starts to hump your thighs faster. "H-aah mommy feels so good." He speaks in a groan, you can see the muscles retract in his lower abdomen, cock twitching in response and he grinds harder in response. "Is mommy better than fucking that fist? Am I making you feel better?" You're soaked, panties completely ruined. a disheveled "mh-mmm" is all you need for your legs to slam shut.
This gives yeonjun the idea to lift your legs and force his cock between them, fucking your clothed thighs, dangerously close to your soaked folds. "Fuck Jjunie." You hum in delight, just a pretty fuckable kitty, using your thighs like a pocket pussy. "O-oh i'm close mommy please- please can I cum?" Yeonjun asks so nicely, tears welling into his eyes as he holds his orgasm for permission. "Go on baby, let go of that pain." You whisper out, letting him get a few more thrusts before the hot liquid spirts into your lap, ruining your pants easily.
Yeonjun collapses, there's no telling how long he had been trying to get rid of that pain, thankfully his mommy is always there to take care of him.
⪼ Yeonjun gave birth to your daughter less than a month ago but he's already begging to be knocked up again.
◞ malewife!yeonjun x significant other!reader (f)
[ wc: 2.4k ]
「 !! 」 mpreg, breeding kink, sub!jjun, doggy, use of cock-ring, degradation, cherry flavoured lube, yeonjun sucks the reader's dick, reader has a retractable dick, really whiny and messy jjun, spanking, edging, denied orgasm, creampie but on jjun.
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ part two of mine and @gyuzies mpreg txt series, please enjoy, we will never stop. in this universe, women can grow dicks and men have uteruses but gives birth through c-sections.
── 𝖬𝖠𝖨𝖭 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳 | 𝖸𝖤𝖮𝖭𝖩𝖴𝖭'𝖲 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳
Yeonjun's back is coated in a sheen layer of sweat that glistens under the soft glow of the lamp on your bedside table. His fingers are curled in the sheets beneath him, head hung low as pathetic sniffles spill from his parted lips. A small string of saliva catches on his bottom lip as a quiet drop of drool lands on the pillow.
"Are you crying, kitty?" Comes your voice from behind him, your words a crude — no more than a low drawl of your tongue. Your hand slides down his spine, fingers dragging across his damp skin and Yeonjun shudders under you. He shakes his head, a muffled 'no' escaping him as he fights back another sob.
Your cock is nestled deep inside his ass, throbbing vigorously each time he clenches around you. You pull back enough for him to feel the absence of you, pausing just a moment as you make him wait before pushing back inside in one sharp thrust and Yeonjun cries out loud enough to rattle the paintings on the walls.
Fingers curling around dark strands of hair, you yank his head back to get a perfect view of his tear streaked face. "You were the one who begged for my cock, weren't you? Said you didn't need any prep, now look at you. Crying like a whiny bitch."
Yeonjun lets out a sound that's halfway between a moan and pure distress as he tries to shake his head in vain. "No— mhhn, I do! M'want this," He splutters as more drool slides down his chin. "Please don't stop," He begs as he blinks the tears from his eyes.
Letting go of his hair, you shove his face into the spit covered pillow with a force that makes him whimper against the cotton. You feel him squeeze around you, hard enough to make you bite back a groan. "Still so fucking tight," You grunt, hand gripping his hip a little firmer, "Maybe we should go for no prep more often huh?"
That simple statement sends a full body shiver through him as Yeonjun's knees buckle against the mattress. When he clenches around you a second time it's with enough force to nearly make you slip out of him again, making you lose your balance for only a second.
"Fuck, kitty," You hiss, nails digging into his hips hard enough to leave angry, red marks in their wake when you push him back onto you. "Pushing me out when you were the one begging to be bred?" You taunt as your lips curl into a smirk.
Yeonjun continues to sob against the pillow, his arms shaking as he tries to stay upright for you. "I'm not! I'm not!" He whines between sniffles, ass pushing back weakly against you, wincing when your cock stretches him even further. "Please— I needthis!"
Leaning down to press your chest against his back, your lips brush over his shoulder. "I know you do, kitty," You murmur against his flushed skin. One arm snaking around his waist, your hand splays over his stomach to feel the faint scar his previous c-section had left behind.
Yeonjun had been a mess when he stumbled through the bedroom door just twenty minutes earlier. His hair mussed after running his fingers through it relentlessly and his shirt unbuttoned enough to expose his collarbone. He'd practically thrown himself onto the bed, hands pawing at your shirt less then a second later as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your hip.
"What is it?" You'd hummed, having looked up from your phone when he pushed your shirt over your stomach.
He hadn't responded — at least not verbally, instead opting for another wet kiss to your naked skin as his hands slid down your thighs. "Need you," He'd sighed against your stomach, peering up at you through dark lashes with those big eyes that you found yourself unable to deny.
"And our daughter?" You asked, putting your phone down as you leaned back against the headboard.
Yeonjun had only shook his head, fingers already hooking around the waistband of your pants as he tried tugging them down your legs. "She's asleep. Put her to bed just now," He'd paused to glance at you, "It's just us now."
You'd scoffed, pushing him back by the shoulder — earning yourself a whiny from him as he reluctantly sat back on his haunches. A pout drew across his lips when Yeonjun sent you a protesting look. "You really can't hold off for more than a few hours? I sucked you off this morning," You drawl, arching a brow when Yeonjun only shook his head.
"Not that," He'd rasped as his fingers fiddled with the sheets under him. "Need more," He whined as he dove back between your legs, this time succeeding in yanking your pants down your thighs, "Need you."
He paused in his tracks when pulling your underwear down, eyes widening slightly as he drinks in the sight of you. "Still here," He'd murmured, gaze fixed on your cock, still resting between your legs from earlier that day. Leaning down, he'd pressed his tongue against you, licking a fat stripe along your slowly hardening dick. "You want this too, don't you?" He'd mused, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
Your sharp scoff had sent a chill down his spine, before he knew it you'd grabbed him by his hair and yanked him up to come eye level with you. "Give it up will you? I won't use my cock on you, you know that." Your free hand had slid down to his stomach, feeling the scar from his c-section through the thin material of his shirt.
Yeonjun had frowned, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. "Please," He'd pleaded, hands grabbing at any part of you he could access. "I can take it, promise," He murmured when blinking up at you.
Unable to resist him when he looked at you like that, you'd pushed him back down. "I'll let you suck it, how about that?" When he'd instantly agreed you found yourself smirking, fingers carding through his hair. "You want the cherry lube?"
Yeonjun had perked up at that, eyes wide and lips parted as he scrambled off the bed to get it.
He'd been at it like a man starving after that, tongue pressed flat against your cock as he took as much of you in his mouth as he possibly could. The cherry flavored lube, his favorite, slid down the length of you, coating both his lips and chin to the point where you had to remind him not to actually swallow it.
The thing about Yeonjun was that he was disgustingly good at getting what he wanted — no matter the cost. As he knelt by the side of the bed he kept glancing up at you through lidded eyes, batting his long lashes when he swirled his tongue over your tip. But the way his thighs clenched together as he shifted around on the floor did not go unnoticed by you.
"Want…" He'd tried to form words as your cock slid past his parted lips, his face scrunching up in frustration before pulling off of you completely. "Want you inside of me, please," He'd breathed, chest heaving when his hand came up to wrap around you, giving you a few pleading strokes.
Cocking a brow, you'd peered down at him. "You want me to fuck you full?" A strained chuckle pulls its way from your throat, "I just gave you a baby didn't I?" Grabbing his chin, you'd forced him back to your waiting cock, "But you want another one already?"
Yeonjun moaned at that, nodding as he took you in his mouth again. Something close to 'please' vibrating against you as his tongue darted out to taste the cherry once more.
That led you to having him on all fours — having broken the promise you had sworn to keep once he delivered your baby. But Yeonjun had been so insistent, pleading and begging for you to take him despite the fact that he was technically still in recovery.
"Keep it down, kitty." The command rolls off your tongue when Yeonjun's sobs refuse to die down. At this rate he was bound to wake your daughter sleeping in the room next to yours. Snapping your hips against his, you force him to take you even deeper, causing Yeonjun to whine all the louder, the pillow doing nothing to muffle the sounds coming from him.
Your fingers are harsh and unforgiving when they dig into his jaw, forcing his face from the pillow as you make him meet your gaze. Yeonjun's eyes are red rimmed, filled with unshed tears and his lips swollen from how hard he'd bitten them. His breath his hot against your hand as he silently pants, swallowing down whatever noise threatened to escape when your pace slowed down to a torturous one.
"You just won't listen will you?" You tsk, thumb wiping away at the drool that pooled in the corner of his lip. "I agree to fuck your pathetic ass and you can't even keep quiet?"
Yeonjun chokes on a sob when you pull out completely, leaving him to clench desperately around nothing as his thighs shook. He doesn't move from his current position as you get off the bed, straining his ears to try and pick apart what you were up to.
The mattress dips when you reclaim your spot behind him, hand sliding down his side before giving his hip a firm squeeze. "If you can't follow simple orders then I need to punish you for that, don't I?"
He gives a small, hesitant nod, daring a small peek at you over his shoulder. "Eyes ahead," You say, reaching down between his legs to give his weeping cock a harsh tug. Yeonjun bites back a whimper, his back arching as his fingers curl around the sheets.
You don't give him time to prepare, nor a heads up as you fiddle with the metal in your hand. The cock-ring goes on smoothly, but Yeonjun nearly topples over when he feels the cool metal around him. "W-What?" He splutters, and you could clearly imagine the look of surprise, and dread, on his face as realization set in.
Scoffing under your breath, your hands return to his hips as you line up with his fluttering hole. "If you can't keep quiet, then you can't cum." With that you push inside of him with one sharp thrust, making him practically scream as he buries his face into the pillows once more.
The pace you set is quick and rough, leaving no room for him to adjust or catch his breath as your cock pushes past his tight rim. Your hands roam his skin, feeling over his waist before sliding under him to drag across the scar along his stomach. "You just couldn't wait, huh? Stupid bitch needs to be knocked up at all times, don't you?"
Yeonjun doesn't reply as he continues to sob into the pillow, it was wet with a mixture of his tears and spit as he fought to keep down the noises that built in his throat. The slap you deliver to his ass echoes throughout the bedroom, the impact leaving behind a sting on your palm and a redness that blooms across his skin.
"Don't you?" You repeat, one hand slipping between his legs to twist the ring around his cock. Yeonjun makes a distressed noise as he squirms, still clenching pathetically around you — letting you know that he was enjoying it just as much as you were.
A chuckle rumbles in your chest when you lean back, guiding his hips back onto your cock as you continue to fuck him relentlessly from behind. "I'll give you what you want, you know I always do." Giving one last sharp thrust, you still as your orgasm hits. Yeonjun pushes back onto you instinctively, trying to savor each drop of cum that you give — desperate to be filled to the brim. He seems to have forgotten about his own release as you continue to fuck him through your high, not letting up even as your cock softens inside of him.
"Is this what you wanted, hm?" You ask, smoothing your hand over his spine as he shudders, "To be fucked stupid like the slut you are? Just hoping I'll knock you up."
Yeonjun wordlessly nods, his face still buried in the pillow as his fingers unclench around the sheets. Deciding to have mercy on him, you reach for the cock-ring, sliding it off before tossing it aside. And Yeonjun practically gasps when you wrap your hand around him, thumb pressing over the sensitive slit as you urge for his climax.
"Yes— Yes, please!" He pants, hips thrusting messily into your grip as he tries to fuck himself against your hand. Your other arm is wrapped around his middle, holding the majority of his weight to prevent him from completely collapsing as you jerk him off quickly.
You could tell that he was close by the way his cock kept twitching in your hand, silent tears streaming down his face and wetting the pillow even further. He's right there on the brink, just a second away from the very thing you had deprived him off for so long when suddenly, an ear piercing cry pierced the silence.
Yeonjun locks up beneath you, head snapping up from the pillow as he swallows. Following his gaze over to the closed door, the corner of your lips tug into a smirk at the sound of your daughter's wailing. He looks like he's about to say something, but you beat him to it.
Letting go of his cock, you pull out with a small hiss before climbing off of the bed and reaching for your clothes. Yeonjun whips around on the mattress, wide eyes meeting yours as he frowns, "Where are you going?" He's still breathless, chest rising and falling as he pants softly.
You only shrug, pulling your pants back on as you flash him a quick smile — ignoring his desperate attempts at getting you to finish what he'd started. "Family first," You say, turning your back on him as you head out to check on your daughter.
Something about Yeonjun is so shower sex coded, the way he would pamper you throughout the day, rubbing your shoulders, giving you snacks and kisses, and even offering to shower with you, rubbing suds of your body wash on your back and shoulders before reaching over to your breasts, teasing your nipples with that sick smirk.
“you look so good, sweetheart.” he’d grumble behind you while moving the soap to your ass cheeks, grinding his hard on against you just to show you just how well you turn him on. “let me take care of you.” He’d say before playing with your folds, leaning himself against the wall so you have a place to rest while he makes you nice and slippery for him.
“Jjunie- please~” you’d softly whine, backing into him with tears in your eyes, he’s going so slow, so soft you can barely feel him on your clit. “Im right here baby, you want Jjunies cock to feel good hm?” He’d tease before pinching at your clit, allowing a loud yelp to come from you. “Please! I’ve been good, please!” You beg, unable to keep your hands off him.
“I’ll take care of you, shh~” Yeonjun says before pushing your top half forward, bending you over nothing while he pushes his cock into your sudsy cunt. Your face is caught under the water of the shower head, making it harder to catch your breath by time he’s pounding into you with no reprieve.
Yeonjun holds his hand on your hip while the other grips your hair while he thrusts, “you like when i ruin this cunt, pretty? Like it when i’m the one making your pussy this wet? huh?” He groans while you struggle to breathe under the shower head, mewls and squeals coming from you as you can only reach back and grab his thighs to hold yourself up. “Gonna cum! nghh please jjunie- gonna- ah~” You struggle while your thighs tremble, tears rolling down your cheeks at the lack of air.
“Wait for me- fuck so tight- wait for jjunie, okay?” Yeonjun pants as he pulls at the base of your scalp, hips moving more sloppy by the second until he’s whining for you to cum with him, finally pulling you out the shower head and pressed against his chest while he cums deep inside you, soft groans coming out as you clench around him and cum as well. “So good to me, love you so much.” He’d praise and press kissed to the back of your wet neck, thrusting slowly to push his cum back into you. Safe to say Yeonjun loved to pamper you no matter what
The bindings around your ankles suddenly tighten before they pull your legs apart — as though they were controlled by something else entirely. You gasp when his palm presses flat against you through your pants. “Your heart’s racing”, he murmurs, “It usually does the first few times.”
aerial silk performer!yeonjun x reader (f)
[ wc: 3.8k ]
ⓘ dub-con (there's never any established consent but both parties are agreeing with what happens), bondage, oral (f.rec), fingering, biting, yj is kind of a tease, everything is still taking place on the stage (public), dom!yeonjun, sub!reader.
🪶 guys, you know when someone has no idea what they're talking about but they're selling it in such a convincing way that you just want to believe them? that's me with this fic. don't think too hard about what's happening and just read,, I wrote this all in one evening, I don't know if it's terrible, it might be, I am sorry, I will edit this tomorrow sometime, there are most definitely spelling mistakes chat. thank you.
You don’t know why you return. Perhaps it was to satiate your own morbid curiosity — to tell yourself that last night hadn’t been real, that it had all just been a sick joke played by your wild imagination. Or maybe, maybe you returned because a small part of you, one that you refused to acknowledge, wanted to know more.
Perhaps it was even in the way the forest called for you as the sun set. The wind sang a foreign, longing melody and the long branches of trees beckoned you closer. You think it was in the way your feet led you through your front door and out in the darkness without a second’s hesitation, without an ounce of fear.
And so you walk the familiar path of stone and mud, carved by nature itself — pushing through bushes and tripping over snares in search of the familiar light. The night is cold, terribly so. Your arms are wrapped around your chest, jaw clenched and eyes squinting against the chilly breeze.
For what feels like hours and eternity, you walk. With nothing but the guide of the forest and a strange sense of familiarity you walk. Soon enough, you find what you had been searching for all along — the very thing that had haunted your mind since the evening prior.
The circus tent stands tall and proud, still raised in the middle of the meadow, far enough to where no human could find it. Not unless they were called, not unless the trees and the wind led them here.
“Oh– Hi there.” You almost trip over the tiny squirrel. The sight of the familiar yet peculiar little animal makes your heart beat just a little faster. The squirrel, still clad in its red vest and accompanying hat, gives a short squeak as it nuzzles against your outstretched hand. It seemed comfortable around you, not at all skittish. You remember the magician from last night, perhaps he was its owner.
You supposed asking it would sound kind of stupid. Instead you let it guide you toward the circus opening, just like yesterday. The tiny animal seems eager tonight, jumping on its small feet as it scurries forward.
The front desk is unoccupied today as well — the same note placed on the table top. “Be back later. Do not feed the squirrel.”
Alright, noted.
Walking through the set of thick and crimson curtains takes you inside the large tent. The audience is already seated, excited murmurs echoing through the space as warm lights illuminate the area. The squirrel finds a front row seat for you once again, you don’t question it as you sit down.
To both your left and right are two women in their fifties this time. Just like last, they’re chatting eagerly with those around them. You still can’t grasp exactly what is being said, the words blend together, coming out a rambled mess that you find yourself unable to decipher. With a small clearing of your throat, you tap the shoulder of the lady to your right.
“Excuse me.”
No response, just like last night. You frown, glancing down toward the squirrel like it could answer all of your questions. But the tiny rodent only stares back at you with big and round eyes, its little nose twitching once before it scurries off. You sigh, sinking back into your seat as you give up on the idea of talking to these people completely.
Slowly your gaze flickers back toward the stage, the one you had been brought onto last night — memories of Taehyun’s hands all over your chest, his lips on your neck, fingers between– You shudder, squeezing your eyes shut for a brief moment. It had been a trick, a magic trick. He was just toying with you, that’s right. Still, the faint flutter in your chest as you thought about his hot breath in your ear was undeniable.
Somewhere behind your closed eyelids, the lights dim — the hush of conversation around you fading into nothing as a calm quiet sets over the tent. You don’t open your eyes, not until the familiar voice of the announcer pierces the air.
“Ladies and gentlemen!”
Your gaze trails after the stark spotlight that bounces off the tent walls, following the circular shape over the crowd’s idle faces as they stare blankly ahead. It was an uncanny sight, one that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand.
“We are overjoyed to have you here for yet another night of spectacular… fun.” His voice drops as it takes on an almost sultry tone. Your brows furrow and you twist in your seat in another attempt at finding the face behind it all. But just as the night before, you return with nothing.
In front of you, the spotlight has shifted from the crowd and over to the ring, likely preparing for the arrival of tonight's performance. Surely whatever was in store for tonight would be different, not what had happened last time, not… You swallow, your throat suddenly feeling dry.
“Have you ever dreamt of flying?” The voice asks, and around you the audience immediately nods. Their heads move in a synchronised rhythm that feels almost programmed. The faceless man chuckles, his laughter echoing throughout the circus tent. “I bet you have. And tonight you will be witnessing no less than such!”
Somewhere in the distance a drumroll sounds and you find yourself tensing in anticipation of what you might witness. “Bestow your human eyes on the man himself, Choi Yeonjun!”
The spotlight redirects from the center of the stage, to somewhere higher. You tip your head back to follow the bright circle as it lands on the man, suspended high in the air, held together by the smooth fabric of red silk.
Your jaw plummets to the floor. Sure your parents had brought you to see aerial silk performers before. But it was never like this… The ropes themselves reached down from somewhere high above, you weren’t sure where they were actually coming from. And the performer himself — he was too high up for it to be possibly safe.
Yet he seems unbothered. He moves gracefully, letting the crimson silk wrap around his wrists before pulling himself up. Even from a distance you can see the muscle in his arms as he uses pure strength to haul his body high up in the air.
The crowd around you lets out timed gasps, their monotone gazes following the man tied within the silk. You’re too focused on the sight taking place before you to even spare those beside you a glance. The man moves effortlessly, arms and legs stretching as he strikes impressive poses with the help of such slippery fabric.
He makes it seem so easy — transforming himself into one pose after the other, the silk falling around him in waves, like it was following his every command. His back arches, the shirt he wears riding up just slightly, enough to reveal the toned outline of his stomach beneath. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before you can even register it and you shift slightly in your seat.
Was every performance meant to be so… erotic? Those around you hardly seemed affected, then again, they didn’t seem very responsive in the first place. Were you the only one who saw what was actually going on? Or were you going crazy?
You’re snapped out of your thoughts when the man you had once regarded from a distance suddenly draws in closer. He swings through the silk ropes, his body moving like it was one with the velvety fabric. The spotlight follows him, putting his now sweat-covered skin on a shiny display.
The man comes to a halt, his grip on the silk loosening just slightly as he lets himself slide down. He stops when his eyes are leveled with yours. From this close you can clearly make out his sharp and prominent features. The way his eyes crinkle when he gives a small smirk, the slope of his nose and the twitch of his perfect lips. He watches you silently for a moment, one hand holding onto the silk that wrapped around his leg — the other one, reaching for you.
“Would you join me?”
His voice is just as smooth as the silk he clung to. He asks the question without faltering, the smirk still stretched across the lower half of his face as he waits expectantly for your acceptance of his hand. Your gaze drops to his open palm, then to his waiting expression. This had to be a coincidence, called to the stage not once but twice? Perhaps the magician from last night hadn’t gotten the chance to tell this man that you had already volunteered.
Without even meaning to, your attention flickers to those beside you, did they not want to be picked? But the crowd remains their motionless self, all of them watching the man in front of you as though that was what they were programmed for.
“Well?” He suddenly asks, his smirk faltering for just a moment too long.
You open your mouth to speak but find the words lodged in your throat. So with a subtle nod that could only have been caught by one who watched you intently, you allow him to take your hand in his. — The second you’ve stood from your seat, he’s pulling you along and your feet lift off the ground.
The shriek that leaves your lips is swallowed by the audience’s eager applause as you’re hoisted into the air. Frantically you grab onto the closest thing you find, that being the man’s shoulder as your other hand remains laced with his. But he only laughs, like your fear was amusing. “I won’t have you fall”, he says in a breathy chuckle.
You screw your eyes shut, refusing to watch as you feel the man move against you. He climbs the silk like your weight added on top of his was nothing — he takes you higher and higher, and when you dare a peek down over his shoulder, the audience is but a blurry mess of shadows.
He comes to a brief pause, twisting the silk to hold him up as he instead moves both hands to your hips. “It’s easy — like flying”, he muses when he reaches for your arm. You wanted to argue that flying wasn’t easy at all, and humanly impossible, but you’re cut short when he wraps the silk around your wrist before laying it across your palm — “Hold on here”, he instructs.
Doing as he says, you find yourself clinging onto the crimson fabric with a vice-like grip, terrified of falling. The man seems thoroughly pleased with the terrified look on your face as he bends down to secure the silk around your ankles as well. When he deems you secure enough, he lets go, pushing back to sway on a separate piece of fabric in front of you.
“Don’t look down”, he says when he sees your gaze drifting toward the floor. Your attention snaps back up to him and you swallow down a gulp. His lips stretch into a grin, “The fun is up here, not down there.”
He swings backward, then forward, shifting his weight onto one side makes him circle around you slowly. The spotlight follows him as he does, like a predator stalking its skittish prey just moments before devouring it. “I… Are you not going to ask me my name?” You wonder as he passes your left.
The man’s grin only widens, a dangerous glint of something almost forbidden shining behind his eyes. “I already know your name”, he says.
You freeze, fingers curling a little tighter around the silk. How did he… Before you can even muster the question he speaks again. “You know my name too”, he passes your right, “Don’t you?”
With a slow nod you exhale, “Yeah. Yeonjun.” You remembered the announcer’s words just moments prior. The promise of a man who knew how to fly — you had never guessed you’d be the one suspended in the air like this.
Yeonjun chuckles as he loops around you once more. He made it look so simple, like all it took was a little confidence. But you can feel everything, the way the floor beckons you down, the cold air when this high up, and nothing but this strange man and the bright spotlight to accompany you.
After exhaling a trembling breath, readjusting your grip on the silk one final time, you attempt to move, if only just a little. But to your surprise, and rapidly growing concern, you find yourself unable to move. With a confused grunt you tug on the silk, but the fabric only tightens around your wrists and ankles. “What…”
Somewhere in the distance, Yeonjun chuckles. His laugh makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand, and soon enough he’s behind you, hands on your hips. “Careful, or you might fall.” His words ghost along your shoulder, then the curve of your neck — “We wouldn’t want to account for an accident now, would we?”
You frown, regarding the silk that you had initially thought secured you, now you understood it was meant to bind you all along. A shiver runs down your spine, and the worst part is you can’t tell if it's out of fear or excitement.
Yeonjun presses a quiet kiss to your neck, one you couldn’t see but feel. His hands squeeze around your hips before moving down your thighs, moving just as carefully as the silk that bound you. “Flying is all about the thrill”, he murmurs into your shoulder and you feel him smirk against your skin.
He lets the tips of his fingers trail over the inner part of your thighs. The bindings around your ankles suddenly tighten before they pull your legs apart — as though they were controlled by something else entirely. You gasp when his palm presses flat against you through your pants. “Your heart’s racing”, he murmurs, “It usually does the first few times.”
Then, without another word, he retreats. The touch between your legs disappears and you suddenly feel very exposed under the spotlight.
Twisting your head left and right you search for him, startled when he seems to almost magically appear in front of you a moment later. He tilts his head to the side, held up by silk that wrapped around his waist in a way that seemed impossible. “No need to look so frightened — not like I’m going to let you fall”, he says.
You want to answer, say something, but nothing comes out. All you can do is watch with wide eyes as Yeonjun leans in to press another kiss to your neck, this one lingering just a second longer than the last.
His hand brushes along your arms, fingers tracing the silk around your wrists as though he was greeting an old friend. Then his attention diverts to the pants still secured over your hips. “Don’t worry”, he hums as he hooks two fingers around the waistband, “Flying is all about letting go.” With that he tugs the fabric down your thighs, leaving it to pool around your ankles where the bindings rest.
Yeonjun chuckles, head tipping back enough to meet your gaze. “They’re such a hassle sometimes.” He lets his hand run along the expanse of your thigh, the silk around his waist loosening as he drops down to come eye level with your stomach.
Lifting the hem of your shirt, Yeonjun surges forward as he leaves a path of kissing along your skin. He takes his time, going over every spot of exposed flesh he can find, open hands running along your calves, then your knees and the outside of your thighs.
You shudder, nails digging into your own palms as you bite back a noise of surprise when one of his hands brushes the edge of your panties. “I…” With a hesitant glance you dare a peek down at the crowd, wondering if they were watching you just as intently as Yeonjun was. But the sight of them, so far down, it nearly gives you tunnel vision as your head begins to spin. If you fell right now you’d–
Yeonjun grips your waist, just hard enough to snap your focus back to him. Your chest heaves, heart pounding against your ribcage as the reality of your current predicament settles in. “I–” You begin, blinking faster than normally as you attempt to calm yourself. But Yeonjun just gives your waist another squeeze, the action loosening your tense muscles in an instant.
“Told you not to look down”, he murmurs when he shifts his attention back to your still covered cunt. “Thrill is fun — but only when it’s moderate..” His fingers trace the lining of your panties, “Too much of it…” He shakes his head, “No good.” Then, without waiting for you to respond he presses an open mouthed kiss to your core through the thin cotton of our underwear.
A soft gasp spills from your lips when his tongue flicks out to lick a wet stripe along your dressed cunt. His saliva smears over the fabric, but it hardly seems to deter him as his hands move back to your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
“What thrills you?” He suddenly asks between sloppy kisses to your already sensitive core. Then he pauses, nose pressed against your clit through our panties in a way that makes you squirm against the bindings. He blinks once, slowly, like he was thinking about something. “No… “ he drawls, “What excites you?”
You don’t reply, not right away — too caught up in the way his mouth felt against you. “I…” heart drumming in your ears, it’s impossible to form as much as a single coherent thought, especially not with the way Yeonjun presses his nose firmer against your clit.
“When I do this?” He muses, “Or this?” His tongue replaces his nose, licking against the soaked fabric of your panties. “Maybe this?” He drawls, one of his hands creeping between your thighs as two of his fingers drag along your center.
The whine that spills from your lips echoes out into the circus tent — your hips bucking against his face without you being able to stop yourself. Yeonjun only chuckles, dark eyes peering up at you through his long lashes, making him look almost ethereal when viewed from above. Saliva and the evidence of your arousal coats both his lips and chin, and he licks them expectantly before saying: “Maybe you’d want it closer?”
He doesn't wait for your response as he slips his index finger beneath your drenched underwear. He immediately slides it along your wet cunt, circling your fluttering hole as you clench helplessly around nothing. “Oh, I bet this is what excites you the most”, he muses, a wicked smirk stretching across his face.
Without taking his hands off of you, he turns his face to nose along the inner parts of your thigh. He murmurs something under his breath, the word registering as ‘perfect’ and your heart beats just a little faster. A soft kiss is placed to your thigh, so tender that you could have never anticipated the harsh bite that followed as Yeonjun sinks his teeth into your skin.
You shriek, straining against the silk bindings in an attempt to avoid the stinging sensation. But the fabric around your wrists and ankles tighten in protest to your futile attempt at escape, silently restricting your movements even more.
Yeonjun, though not oblivious to your struggle, doesn’t seem to pay it any mind. He places another kiss, this one just as soft as before, to the mark his teeth had left on your skin. “Thrilling wasn’t it?” He drawls upon shifting his attention back toward your still clothed cunt. “It’s more exciting when you don’t know what to expect…”
His fingers find their way back under your panties, rubbing against your clit teasingly before dipping lower. He tilts his head to the side, a wry grin on his lips. “Call it the element of surprise.” Without another word he suddenly pushes two fingers inside of your throbbing cunt, curling them to draw out as much pleasure for you as possible.
Your gasp tears through the air, shortly followed by a moan as your head tips forward. With the way your nails are digging into the silk bindings you’re surprised they have yet to tear. For a moment you even manage to forget that you’re suspended high in the air, with nothing but smooth fabric holding you together as Yeonjun tears you apart. Your bleary eyes search for his, and you find him almost instantly.
He’s gazing up at you, watching each muscle in your jaw tick as you bite back the noises threatening to spill past your lips. “Don’t.” He murmurs against your stomach, thumb finding your clit as his index and middle finger slide through your slick folds before pushing back inside of you. “Don’t hold back.”
Yeonjun presses a kiss to the soft skin of your stomach, dark eyes meeting yours as he smiles: “Didn’t I tell you? Flying is all about letting go.”
His fingers curl inside of you one final time, just enough to where all his previous teasing finally reached a boiling point. The tension coiling deep in your gut twists once, your thighs twitching as you squirm against the silk that still holds you stubbornly in place. This time you don’t hold back the sigh of pleasure as your cunt clenches around his fingers, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.
Yeonjun’s eyes are glued to your face the entire time, his thumb still flicking against your clit as you shudder against him.
When the last bit of pleasure finally subsides and the once persistent throb leaves behind nothing but a lingering tingle, you finally lift your head — eyes squinting against the harsh spotlight. You swallow, trying to rid yourself of the dry feeling in your mouth. Just what was this circus all about?”
You don’t have time to question it as Yeonjun moves back up, the silk around him working in his favor when he pulls your pants back up. “How was it?” He asks when he reaches your face, his lips hovering only inches from your own.
Dumbfounded, you blink. “How was what?”
Yeonjun chuckles, “Well what do you think?” He cocks his head to the side, one hand giving the silk that wraps around your wrist a small tug, the action makes you sway slightly, and you’re suddenly reminded where you are. Yeonjun only smirks, “Flying.”
serene!!! what do you think about “hate sex with toxic dom yj where he keeps coming back to reader for sex but she can't turn him down even though she says how much she hates him because in the end they both knows how much she still loves him” ? 👀
𝖳𝖤𝖫𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖭𝖮 연준
Convinced that this is love, you let him slither his way back in. But Choi Yeonjun has proven multiple times that him and you are the furthest thing from just that. How many times are you gonna let it bruise before finally letting it heal?
𝔭𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 toxic fwb!yeonjun x reader (f)
[ wc. 3.5k — 15 mins reading ]
ⓘ hookups, mentions of birth control, yeonjun is an ass, reader is naive/delusional, one-sided love, protected sex + creampie, fingering, like one second of nipple play, dom!yj, coercion/dub-con because he does persuade her to have sex with him.
🪶 hii nonnie, I'm so sorry this has taken me so long to get around to this but I wanted to make it into a whole drabble rather than a hard thought because I really really loved the idea, I hope this was what you were looking for <3
Staring at the messages you’d left your heart sinks just a little further. Seen four hours ago. With a trembling finger you tap his profile, seeing that taunting circle around the picture, the one you had taken of him one morning. You click it, eyes drinking in the scene of the story he had posted two hours ago. A crowded bar, loud music — a gorgeous girl draped over him, her giggles echoing almost in tune to the song playing in the background.
You shouldn’t feel like this, you weren’t allowed to. Yeonjun and you were never together in the first place, so you had no right to be upset about the video before you. Still, your hand goes lax, phone slipping from your open palm and landing with a thud on the mattress as you stare out into the dark void of your bedroom.
This had happened so many times over and over, yet it still hurt just as much as the last. The twisting feeling in your chest returns, like a knife slowly being turned. The feeling of not being enough, temporary, just one of the many. You shake your head, with the back of your hand you wipe the silent tears that you hadn’t even noticed spilling.
“No more…” You whisper to no one in particular. But in the quiet shadows of your room, you made a vow to never see him again.
For three days it works. You go from checking your phone every ten minutes to once an hour. You avoid stalking his story, even when the notification flashes across your screen, the less you know about him the better. You go on walks to ease your mind — you spend hours cooking dinner rather than throwing something in the microwave. For a while you have hope that things might turn out for the better.
You tuck into bed early, picking up the book you had been putting off for nearly six months now. With only the soft glow of your small bedside lamp to guide you through the pages, you find yourself lost in a world far away from your own.
Then your phone buzzes. Your heart doesn’t sink, not right away. It could be anyone. For a minute you try to brush it off, forcing your eyes to return to the words you had previously been reading. But your thoughts keep wandering back to your phone, innocently laying beside you — daring you to pick it up and take a look.
Finally you cave, tossing the book aside as you reach for the device. It’s cool against your palm and you catch a glimpse of your reflection through the black screen before it comes to life with another notification — and this time you can’t ignore it.
YEONJUN 3m ago
You free tonight?
YEONJUN Now
I’m in the area, I’ll come see you.
Your heart races as you read the words over and over. It has been almost two weeks since last time. Three days since he’d ignored your message. Was it stupid to think that he’d forgotten about you in that short span? But he hadn’t, he wants to see you. Gnawing on your bottom lip, your finger hovers over the keyboard. You shouldn’t, it would end just like last time.
YOU
I work tomorrow morning.
Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you anxiously wait for his response. This time he sees your message almost right away, just like he always would when he wanted something. It goes from “read” to “typing” and then to…
YEONJUN
C’mon, you can make time for me can’t you?
YEONJUN
I’ve cleared my evening for you.
You glance at the time, 10:34 pm. Lies, of course they were. He’d been cancelled on by someone else and now he was resorting to the one source that would never let him down. You knew this, you knew how he worked. This time you wouldn’t give in.
YOU
I’m sure there’s someone else who’s free.
The grimace on your face doesn’t ease up as you type the message out. It shouldn’t hurt this much, shouldn’t hurt to do the right thing. But it does. He reads your message, then he starts typing only to stop. Your frown deepens, fingers tapping restlessly against the side of your phone as you try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he starts typing again.
YEONJUN
What? I want to see you.
YEONJUN
Don’t be like that.
YEONJUN
I’m almost at your place.
You don’t respond, instead you toss your phone across the room, listening to the sound of it as it slams against your wall. He would do this every single time, just like the way he had moments ago. Sweet talking his way inside your apartment, peeling off your clothes under the pretense that you were the only one that had been on his mind.
“No more.” You repeat it a little firmer this time, hands clenching into fists as you prepare to ignore the first sound of his arrival.
It comes a mere five minutes later. Your doorbell echoes down the hall, slithering through the crack beneath your door before curling around you like a cloud of smoke. Stubbornly you turn your head away, eyes fixed on your phone — still thrown against the wall. The screen flashes, the familiar buzz reverberating against the floorboards.
With a begrudging sigh you climb out of bed, snatching the device into your hand as you peer down at the message he’d left.
YEONJUN Now
Let me in.
He won’t go away, you know he won’t — he never does. This wouldn’t be the first time you had ended up in this exact situation. You would have to make a decision, stand your ground or let him back inside. Your mind screams for you to choose the former, but your heart always wins. The doorbell echoes once more, this time followed by loud bangs to the hard wood. At this rate your neighbours were going to step in.
So with a lump in your throat that seems impossible to swallow, you make your way out of the bedroom and down the hall. You can barely hear the sound of your own footsteps over the harsh pounding to your door. Each step you take brings you closer to it, the walls stretching around you mockingly.
Your feet plant on the doormat, the word ‘welcome’ looking back at you with despair. Before you can stop it your hand has reached for the lock, the soft click of its mechanism coming undone rings in your ears as you twist the handle.
Yeonjun stands on the other side, brown hair mussed like he’d been running his hands through it. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up over his arms that flex with barely controlled restraint. When his dark eyes fall on you they’re filled with the same hunger they always seemed to hold. Yeonjun had never looked at you any other way.
You exhale, quietly in the now silent and heavy air. “What are you doing here?” Stupid question, you knew exactly why he was here, so did he. Tonight you won’t give in, you’re done, no more. But Yeonjun doesn’t seem fazed, he rarely did. Instead he leans on the doorframe, his tall figure looming over you as he brings a knuckled fist to your cheek.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, missed your sweet face.”
That’s bullshit, he might have missed the easy sex but nothing else. You shake your head, brushing his hand off like the touch had stung. “I told you, I work tomorrow morning. You’ll have to leave.” The finality in your voice should leave no room for argument, and you fold your arms across your chest to prove your point. But Yeonjun was never one to take no for an answer.
He takes a step forward, crossing the threshold as he forces his way inside your apartment. “I can be quick”, he murmurs, chest brushing against yours as he backs you up against the wall. He casts a glance to his left, reaching out to shut the door before his attention returns to you.
“No, not tonight. Not… Not ever again.” You don’t know why it was so difficult to say, why you couldn’t just yell for him to leave, slam your door in his face and block him on every platform he had access to. You just… couldn’t. Yeonjun knows that. His expression doesn’t waver, not once, even when you declare that you’re done with him — because this wasn’t the first time you had said those exact words.
“You don’t mean that.”
His voice is sultry sweet, breath ghosting over the side of your face as his hands settle on your hips. The touch should feel unwelcome, it should make you jerk back with a grimace. But all you can muster is the small shake of your head, “I do.”
The chuckle that rises in his throat guts you. Was this a joke to him, your feelings… were they just a simple laugh? Of course they were. This was Yeonjun.
His thumbs rub circles on your hips, the action easily mistaken for unconscious affection — but he knew exactly what he was doing. Every touch, every whispered lie, it was all a ploy to get you back in his game, to have you keep playing. “God, you’re kinda hot when you’re all pissed. Have I ever told you that?”
He leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispers: “Perhaps you should tell me how you really feel, hm?” Then he kisses you, like this meant nothing. The taste of him is so familiar that it almost hurts, tongue slipping inside your mouth without a second’s hesitation, like he hadn’t been doing this exact same thing to someone else three days ago. That’s what finally snaps you out of your trance.
Your hands brace themselves on his chest, not to pull closer but to push away. He stumbles backward, just one step, but still enough to break the kiss. “I hate you.” The words come so easy, as though they had been waiting for this moment. But when you utter them, something inside of your heart shatters.
Yeonjun doesn’t answer right away. He wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, slow and deliberate. “Yeah? That so?” He hums, hand dropping to his side as he regards you with dark, hungry eyes. His gaze is scrutinising, picking you apart with just one simple look — silently daring you to repeat yourself.
With trembling breaths you meet and hold his gaze, nodding once, “Yes.”
For a moment everything is still, like time itself stopped moving. His tongue prods against the inside of his cheeks, fingers carding through his already tousled hair as he throws a glance down the familiar hall of your apartment. “Alright”, he finally huffs, matching the finality in your own voice. He’s reaching for his phone before you can get another word out, already heading for the door. “No reason for me to be here then”, he says.
You watch with your heart crushed in your palms as he makes his move to leave. This is what you wanted, what you needed. Yet you can’t ignore the way your chest screams for you to stop him — to do something. His hand is wrapped around the doorhandle, back turned to you as he prepares to head out without as much as a goodbye. Was there really someone else waiting for him? You don’t want to find out, but most of all, you don’t want him to go.
“Wait.”
Your fingers clasp around his arm, your grip trembling in its desperation. This is where you should tell him how big of an asshole he is. This is where you should tell him to never contact you ever again, to forget about you completely. All that comes out is: “Stay. Just for tonight.” And Yeonjun turns to you, a smirk on his lips — like he’d already won.
The phone is discarded together with his shoes as he finds his way back to you, just like he had so many times before. He kisses you again, this time with intent that went beyond just trying to persuade you. One hand cradles your face, thumb brushing against your cheek like one would a lover — he’s anything but.
“This is the last time”, you breathlessly state between messy kisses, though your hands betray your words as they tug his shirt up over his chest. Yeonjun pulls back enough to slide the garment over his head, tossing it to the floor before he’s back on you.
Tongue swiping against your bottom lip, he exhales. “Sure, got it.” His hands go to the back of your thighs, hoisting you in his arms and for a moment you allow yourself to believe that you might belong here. He carries you soundlessly down the hall, easily navigating the layout of your flat, a place he’d been one too many times.
Your bedroom door is pushed open with a shove of his shoulder, your discarded book thrown off the bed as he lays you down on the mattress. Yeonjun had never been one for foreplay, especially not anything that could be considered even remotely romantic. He makes quick work of your pajama pants and you wordlessly comply by tugging off your t-shirt, leaving your chest exposed to him.
“Fuck, your tits look great”, he muses as he leans in to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck. His hands roam your body, taking what they didn’t deserve as his palms glide over your hardened nipples, pinching one of them between his fingers. You shudder beneath him, helplessly subjected to every touch and kiss — the ones you shouldn’t want but crave anyway.
The ceiling of your bedroom watches you with disappointment when Yeonjun slips a hand under the fabric of your panties, fingers sliding over your already glistening cunt with a chuckle that rumbles in his chest. “Still hate me?” He rasps against your throat, teeth nipping at your skin when his thumb circles your clit.
Your reply comes out a ragged moan, back arching off the bed despite yourself as your treacherous hands find their way to his hair. “Yes.” It’s not a lie, you think you might actually hate Choi Yeonjun. But even then, that hatred would never stand a chance against the love your heart seems to hold in his regard. He knows that too, god he knows.
The chuckle that follows feels demeaning as it rumbles in his chest but you don’t stop him when he tugs your panties down your thighs. No matter what you still need this, one last time. “That’s hot”, he murmurs against your collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste your skin with a small sigh. You wondered if you would ever be more than that to him, hot.
He pulls back, knees sinking into the mattress either side of your hips as he peers down at you. You feel small under his intense gaze and you fight the urge to squirm as your thighs press together in anticipation. “Don’t worry, I’ll be quick — just like you asked me to”, he hums as he unzips his jeans. The sound of the zipper slices through the air like blades to flesh.
Bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you watch as he wraps a hand around his cock, tugging himself free from the confinements of his clothes before giving himself a couple of languid strokes. “Protection?” He asks, already reaching into his pocket for a condom but you only shake your head:
“Started birth control a while back.”
The sly grin that stretches across his face makes your stomach flutter in a way it most certainly shouldn’t. “You’re amazing, you know that?” Yeonjun murmurs as he leans back to press kisses to your jawline, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit teasingly. Amazing, but only when it was in his favor. You push the thought aside, keeping your gaze on the ceiling when he pushes inside.
Yeonjun’s breath is hot against your neck as he buries his face against your skin, a strained groan spilling past his parted lips. “Fuck, so perfect”, he bites out between small pants as he rolls his hips against yours, earning a high-pitched moan from you.
Your hands reach for his face, pulling him back to you in an attempt to forget why he was doing this in the first place. The kiss you initiate is slow at first, your longing carefully wrapped in a silent press of your lips against his. But it quickly goes up in flames as Yeonjun’s tongue slides against your own, his lust overpowering your quiet love in less than a second.
The bed creaks under your joint weight, the sounds of your breathless moans filling the hot air of your bedroom. It was easy to forget like this, almost too easy. Yeonjun was good at pretending, good at making you feel special when you know that you’re far from. Each caress of his hands down your naked body feels like a promise, the kisses to your lips and the way his cock nestles inside your cunt makes you believe that this is real.
“I hate you.”
But the words feel meaningless on your tongue and Yeonjun doesn’t respond. Instead he fucks you harder, faster — forcing you to take it back. You hate yourself for wanting to.
His thumb finds your clit, pressing down on it the way he knew would make you shudder. Your thighs wrap around him, pulling him deeper even when your mind screams at you to push him away. “More…” Shame burns on your face as your lips betray your desires before you even have the chance to stop it.
Yeonjun smirks into the kiss, leaning back just enough for his dark eyes to peer into your own. His pace slows, the finger on your clit becoming just enough to make you hover seconds away from the orgasm you crave. “Beg me.”
You want to tell him to fuck off, to reprimand him on his audacity. Instead you find yourself complying. “Please. Please I want… I want you”, your voice trembles, heart racing in your chest as your fingers twist in his hair.
It’s pathetic, but enough for him to cave as he reconnects your lips — hips snapping against yours as his thumb presses against your clit with intent. Deep down you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you undone so completely before him, yet your body betrays you as your cunt clenches around his cock a moment later — your orgasm searing through you like wildfire.
His name echoes in your own ears when you utter it so helplessly, tugging him even closer because no matter how hard he fucked you, he still felt so far away.
Yeonjun’s voice drips with mock-sympathy as he talks you through it, whispering praises and words of how hot or sexy you look. He twitches inside of you, the once sharp and deliberate thrusts growing jagged as he chases his own high. He breaks the kiss, just like he always would — lips finding your neck as he sucks harsh marks into your skin that you would cling onto for days after this.
“So perfect…” He murmurs between breaths, hips snapping against yours one final time before he stills. He cums inside of you with a strained groan, chest heaving against your own. The warmth spreads inside your stomach, never enough to reach your heart — but for a moment you can pretend.
After that everything is quiet. You don’t say anything and neither does he. You stay like that, pressed against one another like it was meant to be. Your fingers loosen their hold on his hair, hands sliding down his naked back in a silent plea for this moment to last just a little longer.
But then he pulls out with a small hiss, sitting back up on the edge of your bed as he tucks himself into his pants once more, zipping them up like this whole ordeal had been nothing but just the sex.
“Won’t you stay the night?”
You’ve pushed yourself into your elbows, regarding him with far too much hope. Yeonjun turns to you, brown hair falling in uneven sections in front of his face. The back of his hand caresses your cheek, uncharacteristically tender. “No”, he says, and the single world shatters everything once more, “You’ve got work tomorrow morning.”
He rises from the mattress without another word, his back turned to you as he scans the room for his shirt before remembering that he’d tossed it in the hallway. You watch as he heads for the door, and it’s not until he’s got one foot over the threshold that he spares you a glance. “Text me”, he says with that same deceiving smirk, the one you had fallen for so many times, “Unless you were serious about this being the last time.”
Then he’s gone, and a moment later you hear the front door click. You’re left in the bitter aftermath of the sex, the one you had tried to deny yourself without success. This wouldn’t be the last time, he knew it just as much as you did.
Yeonjun didn't know what to expect when he pulled into the makeshift carwash on your driveway. But $20 was not something easily passed up, especially not when they include you in a mini bikini.
𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇
chaebol!yeonjun x car washer!reader (f)
𐔌 🫧 𐦯 explicit content, dom!yeonjun & sub!reader, paid services, yeonjun is a perv & also a little handsy, reader is deliberately trying to be seductive, breast play, kissing, dry humping, yeonjun's an ass man, spanking (light), face sitting + oral (f.rec). not proofread !
彡 wc 2.4k
Yeonjun’s fingers drum against the steering wheel as he cruises down the nearly vacant street. The area, usually bustling with life, seemed eerily quiet today. But when he makes a left turn, he suddenly realizes where all the commotion has gone. — Lined up by the sidewalk are dozens of cars, all waiting in line for something he couldn’t yet see.
So naturally, Yeonjun joins. Eyes peering past the three cars in front of him, he manages to catch a glimpse of the driveway they were all longing to get into. A large sign made out of cardboard reads, ‘Get Soaked!’ Yeonjun’s lip twitches, hands curling a little tighter around the wheel as he settles back against the leather seat.
Why not?
The line is atrociously long — moving at a snail's pace with each car pulling up and out of the driveway. Then finally, after what seems like hours of wait. There’s a mere two cars ahead of him. By now he’s got a damn near perfect view of the girls working. All dressed in skimpy bikin’s, drenched head to toe in water and soap.
His eyes lingers on one of them, carrying a heavy bucket filled to the brim with a sudsy concoction. You stumble toward the car, flashing the guy in the driver’s seat a smile before pouring it all over his windshield. What little is left in the bucket, you tilt back to yourself, letting it pour down your chest as you grab a sponge.
Yeonjun swallows, eyes stuck to the shorts you wore, clinging to your skin like a second layer. He shamelessly ogles you, trailing your figure with each step you take — gaze glued to the curve of your ass when you bend over the hood of the car.
Another twenty minutes later and it’s finally his turn. His car pulls into the driveway, tires coming to a screeching stop on the concrete. He sees you, skin glistening under the hot summer sun. Your back is turned to him, your attention diverted to the other girls. The conversation between you is muffled, but then you turn on your heel — and Yeonjun’s breath catches in his throat.
Rolling his window down, he can barely contain his smirk as you approach, bending down to rest your elbows on the window sill, the scent of vanilla perfume invading his senses. “Looks like you’re our last customer for the day”, you say, your voice a sultry drawl.
Yeonjun chuckles, “Lucky me.”
You send him a half-smile, nodding toward the rest of the girls. “The others are gonna get to cleaning up, so it’ll be just you and me. Hope that’s alright.” Yeonjun’s gaze flickers between you and the remaining girls a few yards away. The thought of getting you to yourself, he could not be more pleased, “That’ll be perfect.”
He pays you in cash, and you accept the money gratefully as you shove it in the back pocket of your shorts. Then you get to work, pouring a bucket full of water and soap — making it run down his already spotless windshield before you begin cleaning. Your hands move slowly, sponge squeezed between your fingers as you lean over the hood of his car.
Relaxing back against the driver’s seat, Yeonjun is given a perfect view of your tits as they damn near spill out of your ridiculously small bikini. He licks his lips, adjusting himself in his pants as he tries to ignore the way he’d been aching for a taste since he’d first laid eyes on you.
You catch his longing glances, how could you not? And fuck, the smile you send him back makes him reconsider his morals for a brief moment.
You’re practically draped over the hood of his car at this point, one leg swung over the shiny surface. Back arched just perfectly when you sit back to squeeze the excess soap on the sponge all over your chest. The soap suds trail down your wet skin, taunting in the way they caress every part of your body, some slipping all the way down your stomach and past the waistband of your shorts.
Yeonjun tears his gaze away when you slide off and walk over to fetch another bucket, biting back a strained groan as he wonders what had compelled him to pull into the long line in the first place. But his gaze quickly finds its way back to you, watching with barely contained desire as you bend down to pour more soap in the bucket.
The last bit of his restraint snaps when you lean back up, moving in a way that made him pray the neighbors kept their kids inside. Without thinking twice he leans out of the window, his voice betraying how worked up he already was. “Hey, you do any detail work?”
With a slightly puzzled expression, you turn back to him — like you were making sure he was actually talking to you. “I…” You re-approach his car, stopping by his rolled down window. Yeonjun can sense the hesitation radiating off of you and before you can get another word in he blurts out, “I’ll pay double.” The proposal surprising even himself.
You bite your bottom lip at the offer, eyes darting toward the house where your friends waited for you to finish up. Then your attention returns to him, a small grin tugging at the corner of your lips. “Alright”, you say as you extend an open palm — and Yeonjun’s already reaching for his wallet.
The leather of the passenger seat becomes soaked the second your wet body slides inside, but Yeonjun could hardly care. His gaze follows your every move. He can tell that you don’t know what you’re doing, hand sliding over the instrumental panel with a damp towel carefully — your posture a lot less provocative than it had been five minutes ago.
“So, you doing this for charity or something?” He asks, fingers trailing along the side of your arm absentmindedly. You blink twice at the question, clearly caught off guard by his advances. The quiet stutter of your breath makes him smirk. — “Yeah… Something like that”, you mumble, your attention not straying from the rug in your hand.
Yeonjun hums, but doesn’t pull away, instead his fingers inch higher until they’re toying with the strap of your bikini. You tense under his touch, audibly swallowing as you clear your throat. “Is there anything else that needs attention?” You wonder as you glance around the spotless inside of his car. Anyone could see that the vehicle was hardly in need of any touch ups.
Tongue prodding against the inside of his cheek, Yeonjun weighs his options for a moment. “Yeah”, he then says as he shifts in his seat, hand patting his lap, “Right here.”
Your reaction was everything he’d expected. Jaw slacked and brows raised high on your forehead as you searched his face for any hint of a joke. But what he hadn’t expected was for you to comply almost right away — wet legs maneuvering over the gearbox as you settle on his spread thighs.
Yeonjun bites back a snide remark when your hands find his shoulders, instead diverting his attention to your chest — mere inches from his face. Your skin is still damp, and Yeonjun bets he’d taste soap if he leans forward to lick the curve of your breast right now. He holds off though, fingers brushing against your jaw as he peers up at you with lustful eyes.
“You gonna pay me triple for this?” You ask, head tilted to the side as a small smirk plays on your face.
“Depends.”
You frown, “On what?”
Yeonjun’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, the motion slow and deliberate. “If I’m happy with your services.”
He leans forward, hand sliding down to grip your chin as he connects you both in a kiss. You respond almost right away, arms wrapping around his neck when you slip your tongue in his mouth. He keeps you close, refusing to break away from the moment of intimacy as he exhales against your lips.
When you grind your hips down on his clothed erection, Yeonjun can’t help but groan as his hands begin to wander. He feels every part of your exposed skin, fingers squeezing around your waist before trailing to your back as he finds the string holding your bikini top together. “Off”, he grunts into the kiss, sighing when you reach behind to undo the elastic.
He leans back to give you room, watching with intent as you slide the skimpy piece of clothing off — eyes immediately going to your hard nipples. He takes one in his mouth, doesn't bother asking as his fingers pinch the other one. The ragged moan he pulls from you is enough to tell him you want this just as bad as he does.
Tongue swirling over the expanse of your breast, he can taste the salty essence of soap on you — images of you pouring that bucket all over yourself flashing before him. His teeth drag along your skin, and Yeonjun fights the urge to not just sink them down as hard as he can, longing to hear you whine under him.
Your back bumps against the steering wheel, sending off the car horn as it echoes through the neighborhood. He feels you tense against him, your head snapping over your shoulder for any sign of your friends.
Straightening back up, Yeonjun pulls his mouth off your tits as his hand grabs your face — turning you back to him and forcing your lips to meet in another kiss.
“Fucking car’s too small”, he gruffly mutters under his breath, fingers fumbling for the button that would send the seat flying backward. When it does, you yelp in surprise, clinging on to him even harder.
The new position allows you to grind against him with more ease, your initial shock quickly subsiding into pleasure. Yeonjun’s hands roam your body, finally getting a handful of the ass he’d been staring at for so long. Fingers digging into your flesh under the pathetically small shorts, he pushes you down on him, groaning at the way you slid against his throbbing cock.
Suddenly the layers of damp clothes seemed like an ocean separating you, and Yeonjun impatiently began tugging on the wet material that hugged your ass. Quickly catching on, you reach down to undo the small button holding everything in place, allowing him to yank the useless shorts down in one go.
His eyes widen when his hands return to your ass, only to be met with bare skin. “Fuck, you’re not wearing any panties.” He murmurs, the statement followed by your sweet giggle as you nod against his neck, still grinding against his pants.
Yeonjun wastes no time in tugging you forward, making you squeal as you hold on to him. “Sit on my face”, he instructs to which you still against him. Head lifting from the crook of his neck, you send him a confused glance. Giving your ass an impatient slap, Yeonjun huffs, “Come on.”
You swallow before hurriedly complying, crawling along his sprawled out body. Knees sinking into the leather of the seat either side of his face, Yeonjun is given the perfect view of your exposed cunt, just as wet as the rest of you. His hands claw at your thighs, urging you close. “Sit”, he rasps, the command coming out more of a plea than anything else.
Doing as he says, you carefully allow yourself to sink down on his waiting face. Yeonjun practically moans at the feeling of you pressed against him, mouth open as he tries to swallow you whole in one go. You squirm when his tongue drags across your fluttering hole all the way to your clit, swirling around it a handful of times as he draws you closer.
Fuck, you taste amazing.
His hands return to your ass, kneading the soft flesh there as he devours your cunt. Above him, you whine, thighs trembling around his head as you fight to stay upright.
Yeonjun momentarily diverts his attention from your clit, instead working on pushing his tongue as deep inside of you as he possibly could. His eyes, previously closed as he focused on the sensations of you on his face, fluttered open when he hears you moan above him. You look absolutely divine like this, choked up by the simple touch of his tongue.
Your eyes meet for a brief moment, and Yeonjun swears he could’ve cum right there and then. You send him that same smile you had earlier, the one that made him ache for more, hips arching up into nothing as he grips your ass harder.
His brows furrow when he feels you clench around his tongue, your hips have begun moving on top of his face — clit hitting the bridge of his nose each time. “You gonna cum on my face?” He murmurs, the words muffled against your cunt. You nod, just barely uttering a breathless ‘uh-huh’.
The slap he delivers to your ass echoes throughout the car, making you whine. “Words”, he says in one short breath. He hears you gasp, thighs clenching around his head when you mumble out a quiet, “Please.”
Yeonjun smirks against your cunt, satisfied with your answer, his tongue moves back to tease your clit.
It doesn’t take him long to have you writhing on top of him, moans and pleas spilling from your lips when you finish. He drinks up every drop of it, mouth greedily moving against your spasming cunt like a man starved — desperate to satiate his cravings.
It’s not until he can barely breathe that he pulls back, chin and lips smothered in your arousal as he peers up at you. Your chest is heaving and your forehead is covered in a sheen layer of sweat. “Well?” You pant as you meet his gaze.
Yeonjun licks his lips, savoring the remnants of you. His hands give your ass a firm squeeze, “You’ll get the triple.”
With an amused giggle you carefully slide back down his chest, settling on top of his thighs as your fingers trail along the waistband of his pants. Toying with his belt, you send him that same fucking smile, “How about quadruple?”
note. i wrote this in 2021 so im sorry if this is cheeks … im p sure this is set during minisode 2 when yeonjun just dyed his hair blonde. i started stanning txt when loser x lover came out so that’s why i was so gagged when he bleached his hair again I MISS BEING A MOA
jjuni <3
are you free to call i wanna show you something
ynie <3
what did you do
jjuni <3
NOTHING BAD??? just answer >:(
ynie <3
only cause ur cute
your own face and yeonjuns contact name took over your screen as you smiled at what was to come. your calls with yeonjun could range from a few minutes to a few hours, and depending on the way he wanted the call to start, you already suspected the latter.
swiping to answer, you were met with yeonjuns forehead and below, making you laugh at the closeness.
“hi pretty, whatd you wanna show me?”
he smiled at the nickname you always gave him.
“i dyed my hair.”
your jaw fell involuntary while hearing the sound of his laugh. you cant even remember the last time you saw his hair not black, even though you met him when his hair was bright pink.
“when? what color? how can you dye your hair so much and still have it look so natural?” yeonjun just laughed at your questions as he set his phone down on the table in front of him, so you were met with his ceiling.
“this morning, you’ll see, and it’s kinda really damaged but hopefully it’ll settle in.”
he came back to the screen with a black beanie and a hoodie on top, making you whine.
“well are you ever gonna show me?! you’ve had black hair for the longest time, i wanna see it,” you pout.
“god you’re the cutest… okay i’ll show you hold on.” he looked around for a second before dragging an object behind what you could see and set his phone on it.
over dramatically yanking off his hoodie, you laughed (which unbeknownst to you, he smiled fondly at).
“okay… 3… 2…” the beanie was gone at 1 and you couldnt help but let out a gasp. he chuckled but couldn’t help but feel anxious, not knowing if you liked it or not from your silence.
“where are you right now?”
“in the dorms, why?”
call disconnected
now this really worried yeonjun. he thought you hated it because he hasn’t changed his hair in so long. so he sat there in front of his phone with his beanie in hand and his mouth slightly hung open.
not even two minutes later however, beomgyu knocked on his door. “hyung, your partners at the door.”
he was scared, sure, but when he saw you in person a smile couldnt help but make its way to his face. you were patiently waiting by the door until you saw him, and your face lit up in a way he’s never seen. you run up to him and immediately start gushing about how good he looks. he looked like a fool with his cheeks glowing a deep pink, beomgyu chuckling at him from the kitchen.
“can i touch it?” yeonjun nodded as he guided you towards the couch. when he plopped down, you stayed standing in between his knees, carefully touching his newly dyed silver hair.
“see baby, it looks so natural. you look so beautiful, i love it and i hate you for looking so good.” yeonjuns lovesick smile turned into a lovesick grin, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you onto him. he made sure to press millions of tiny kisses all over your face out of gratitude.
“i seriously thought you hated it when you ended the call like that,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck. you furrowed your eyebrows at him even though he couldnt see. “jjun, how could i ever hate your hair, you look pretty in every hair color.”
he stayed silent, but you could feel his wide grin against your neck as you lightly played with his hair.
