heads up : dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, no clothes humping (?) i don't know what this mess is called, praise, use of ‘good girl’ and ‘doll’, no use of condom, yeonjun’s version of a creampie 🤭.
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there's barely any time to breathe by the way yeonjun pulls on your shirt. he pulls it off, breaking the feverish trance he had lured you into, a kiss, for just that one moment, teeth clashing together when he pulls you back to his lips. he's tugging on your panties next, the silk material smoothly sliding down to your knees. the position is uncomfortable, really, you're on his lap with your thighs restricted by the silk and his boxers are no help in refusing to let your eyes ogle. “off.” he motions at your panties while he tugs off his boxers and you’re quick to wobble backwards, pushing your legs to one side to rid yourself of the silk.
“good girl, come here.” he pats his thighs once and then twice but you only blink in confusion. his thumb to grazes the corner of your lip before travelling down with haste, his fingers digging into the side of your thighs to lift you up and over his lap. “my pretty girl.” he whispers, pressing his lips to yours again while he takes his time with kneading the doughy flesh of your thighs, massaging and folding in his fingers after. he works his lips down your jaw, his cock pressing against your slit teasingly, it’s painful. “fuck yourself over my cock.” he says, lips against your collarbone, suckling on it to mold a pretty purple shade for your mirror to reflect the next day morning.
his words confuse you, ‘fuck yourself over his cock?’ you don’t hesitate to show your confusion and it has yeonjun blowing a raspberry, chuckling breathily into the shell of your ear. “like this.” he shows, positioning your hips over his cock, your cunt sliding on it but not letting it fuck into you. “oh.” there's this moment of silence that dominates the room, the new feeling that makes your toes curl in a way it hasn’t before makes you flutter your eyes shut. your cunt has a very different reaction, clenching around nothing and oozing arousal as it cries for his cock to come back home, that is, inside you.
however, you do just as he instructed a few minutes ago, fucking yourself over the length of his cock. there's a sharp intake of breath by both you and your boyfriend, every vein that adorns his pretty cock softly brushing over your slit. “fuck,” you breathe out, pushing your head for it to nuzzle into his neck and yeonjun places a soft kiss over your cheek, encouraging you to continue. that's what you do, gradually picking up your pace as you roll your hips forward, each roll resulting in a mewl from you and a hushed groan from him.
your nerves are ignited and there's an itch in your core. the fire there only heats up worse as you rock front and back, your thighs tingling in delight. yeonjun nods over your head, his chin placed amidst your hair. “so good for me, doll. that’s it, let yourself go.” he coos, lips lowering to your cheek and hovering above your jawline, nipping at the same. he doesn't hold back either, grunting in appreciation, his cock twitching and his teeth sinking farther into your neck when the pleasure gets overwhelming.
with a loud whine and a warning, you topple over the edge as there’s a rush in your lower half, nose sinking further into your lover’s neck, “good girl.” he mutters, pulling you away from him for a fraction of a second to let the tip of his dick press into your hole. you gasp, pussy clenching around the inch desperately, “jun, please.” you call out, arms flailing around his shoulders to grasp onto him tightly.
your warm cavern prompts him to spill, his seeds painting your walls white. “fuck, doll, keep it in.” he whispers, not letting the lone inch of his cock that sits inside of you come out, continuing to push his length inside you fully, “gonna make sure you keep it safe.” he explains, kissing your head and then your lips, his hands slithering around to palm and grope your ass.
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HI GUYS!!!! back with a yeonjun drabble cause he's always driving me crazy. he's been on my mind 24/7 the past week and since i had to make a comeback, i decided WHY NOT! i hope you enjoy this short piece, i will try continuing to update atleast once a week/two weeks (i just need ideas but i am blank these days).
SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend's drunk and when he sees you talking to another guy at the club, he spirals into a murderous, jealous rage, and decides to take it out on you in the middle of an empty alleyway until he's reassured that you only have eyes for him.
GENRE. smut, dub con (cuz reader doesn't wanna fuck in an alley way lmao), exhibitionism, jealousy, yandere themes, dirty talk, face fucking, oral, blowjob, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, overstimulation
WARNINGS. please read this at your own discretion! mentions of drinking, yeonjun's acting lowkey toxic, minors do not interact
A/N. i've been writing this for a few days and i really like it so i hope y'all like it too! not proofread so ignore any grammar mistakes if you find any. reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! requests are open in cause you’d like to read something similar (or different).
taglist | masterlist | requested by 🎧 anon
yeonjun was a terrible drunk. yet he loved taking you to the club every other weekend and getting absolutely shit faced because he was young and wanted to indulge in the pleasures of life. alcohol seemed to intensify his emotions by the millions. he was already a pretty possessive, jealous, and combative guy, and when drunk, those qualities of his only got worse. that’s why you were trying to skedaddle from the club before something went wrong and things got out of hand. you had quite a lot of alcohol in your system as well and were no where near fit to have control over him if he did end up going into a homicidal rage.
on your way out the door, you passed by the restrooms and yeonjun adamantly insisted that you go wait by the club’s entrance for a moment while he did his business before leaving. you were never one to keep him from using the bathroom if he needed to, but you were nervous. what if he bumped into someone in there and got all riled up? you couldn’t even go inside to interject. you prayed that nothing would get out of hand and kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with all the men that entered and exited the club, not wanting to give them any reason to linger around you. if yeonjun witnessed someone so much as glance your way, you knew he would be enraged. but it seemed the universe was not on your side.
“excuse me, miss. do you know where the closest bus stop is from here?” you hadn’t even realised when this man had walked up to you. startled, you looked at him wide eyed and glanced back at the restroom’s entrance. he appeared nice enough, and he didn’t seem interested in you at all. just an exhausted soul trying to go home, much like you were. you needed to hurry this up. “umm, yeah. there should be one on the main road. just turn left when you walk out and head straight. then take another left and i think it’ll be right in front of an ice cream parlour.”
the guy nodded gave you a grateful smile. “thank you so much. i’m not really familiar with this area and my friends sort of ditched me,” he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. you bit your lip anxiously. if he had his directions why the hell wasn’t he leaving? this was not a great time for small talk. “oh that’s unfortunate,” you replied sympathetically, not wanting to be mean to him. “anyways, you’re welcome and i hope you have a safe trip home.” he laughed and checked his phone, finally stepping towards the entrance. “you too! have a good night!”
once he was gone, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. thank god yeonjun hadn’t arrived in the midst of that conversation. you couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he had. you doubted he would have felt any pity for the poor fellow.
“hey y/n.” speak of the devil. yeonjun’s voice made you jump. he had shown up out of nowhere. you turned around, a bit surprised to see him smiling at you. “was it crowded in there?” you asked as you both finally exited the club. the night air was breezy and humid, a tad bit more refreshing than the stuffy atmosphere you had just walked out of. as you made your way to the main road, yeonjun nodded and grabbed your hand. “soobin said we could crash at his place. i know a short cut so we’ll cut through some alleyways.”
“okay,” you replied. it didn’t really matter to you, so long as you had somewhere to go. you quietly followed behind yeonjun, trusting his navigation skills. the alleyways you snaked through were dark and damp. you stuck close to him, glancing behind your shoulder every now and then. after a few minutes of walking you entered a more dimly lit alley. it was also wider, so you presumed you had arrived close to soobin’s apartment.
without any warning, yeonjun yanked your arm, jerking your body forward, making you stumble in front of him. before you could even process what had happened, he pushed you up against the wall, sticking his knee in between your legs. your dress rode up your thighs, panties on full display. “y-yeonjun?” you didn’t dare look him in the eye. that same smile from before was still plastered on his face, but it was only now that you were able to make out how sinister it was. you broke into a nervous sweat, unsure of his intentions.
he moved closer to you. you straightened your back, rigid against the rough, grainy concrete, and pressed the palms of your hands flat on the wall. “w-wait, we can’t do this here…” you murmured, still in complete shock.
yeonjun’s hands were balled into fists. he slammed one right next to your face, making you jump. “i was watching you. why were you talking to another guy when you already have me?” his eyes were boring into yours, voice bitter and laced with malice. when you didn’t answer him, his knee rubbed against your clothed cunt, the friction making a cruel warmth blossom between your legs.
“uh..ah, no…no! please stop!” you urged, afraid someone might catch you like this and call the cops. “don’t say no to me,” yeonjun sneered, grabbing your face with his fingers. his grip was tight, making you wince. “look at me,” he ordered, lifting you chin up, keeping you from avoiding eye contact. he let go of your jaw and cupped your cheek tenderly, a complete 180 from his previous touch. “i promised you that i’d always keep you safe, didn’t i? i told you i’d protect you from all the horrible men who have bad intentions right?” he asked, his voice now soft and gentle. it wasn’t enough to subside the thundering of your heart though. you nodded meekly, scared and unsure where he was going with this.
yeonjun smiled, satisfied that you were on the same page. “but it’s not fair that i’m the only one making promises, is it?” now he sounded a little hurt. it seemed he indeed had witnessed you speaking to that helpless guy. but you had no idea what he was saying. you were so confused. all you could muster was a weak “huh?” yeonjun let out a shaky sigh, as if he were restraining himself. “i’ve promised to protect you at all costs, so it’s only customary that you promise me not to look at any other men.” the urgency in his gaze and voice had you transfixed. this was a new height of possessiveness you were experiencing.
“can you do that y/n? can you promise me that you won’t look at any other men and that you’ll only love me? you are mine, so don’t look at anyone but me.”
he dropped his hand from your face, using his fingers to pull your panties to the side. he moved his knee out from between your legs and pushed a finger inside your cunt. you gasped and looked down. “wh-why here?” yeonjun completely ignored your question, slipping his finger out of you and pressing it to your clit. “we can’t do this here,” you pleaded as he toyed with you. yeonjun smirked. “you are mine right? or, do you spread your legs open for anyone? this kind of thing gets you wet so quickly.”
only he knew what he was saying. it was like he was thinking out loud. you didn’t feel comfortable doing this while you were so exposed. anyone could walk upon you two at any moment and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if someone saw you like this.
“come on, answer me. you think about other men using you like this don’t you?” you had no idea how he’d jumped to such an absurd conclusion, but you shook your head in strong denial. “n-no i don’t,” you whimpered, a soft moan following your words. you couldn’t resist his touch no matter how hard you tried, and you knew he was using that to his advantage.
this time he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them upwards once they were knuckle deep. “you know, you’d make for a talented whore.” your eyes widened in disbelief. did he not believe you? “why are you saying such horrible things?” yeonjun snickered condescendingly. “it’s not horrible. it’s the truth.”
it was clear, yeonjun wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied, and now, you had no clue how to make him feel so. if only you knew what he was thinking. you’d let him hear exactly what he wanted and be able to go home without humiliating yourself in front of any unsuspecting strangers.
yeonjun could see the gears cranking in your head. he laughed out loud, startling you. “were you thinking of fucking that guy too? scum like him wouldn’t be able to protect you.” he slipped his fingers out of you, stealing all the warmth from your body. the cold sweat you’d broken into hadn’t subsided at all.
“maybe i should have killed him,” he concluded, turning around to where you’d come from. you knew the guy was probably long gone by now. but still. yeonjun wasn’t thinking straight. he’d already pulled enough alarming shit already. you had no way of telling how far he was willing to go because everything he had done so far was utterly unexpected. panic riddled your mind. “n-no! don’t!” you pleaded, grabbing his wrist.
yeonjun grinned as if this were the exact reaction he had wanted from you. “fine,” he breathed, listening to you. he faced you again. “alright, suck my dick right here. if you do that, i’ll think about it.” he was saying it like it was the most obvious alternative there could have been to your words. “what, here…? c-can we at least go somewhere…,” you glanced around nervously. it wasn’t that late. how come there was no one around? you were extremely paranoid.
“y/n,” yeonjun deadpanned. “uh, ah…” you knew there was no denying him. not when it seemed like this consideration was pacifying him, albeit momentarily. he was giving you the choice, and it was something you could work it. so you dropped to your knees without a second thought, popping open the button on his jeans. he pulled down the zipper and slipped his cock out. you stared at his tip, all angry and red, rather warily. you hadn’t even noticed he had a boner. you still didn’t understand why this had to happen in the middle of an oddly deserted alleyway, but who were you to complain?
“come on y/n. hurry up.” he hurged. “it is night time, but it’s not that late, so someone might see us,” he warned, suddenly turning into the god of consideration and public decency. you let out a defeated groan under your breath. it seemed you had no choice. placing your hands on his thighs, you opened your mouth and closed your lips around his cock.
yeonjun leaned over and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you forward until the tip of your nose brushed against his abdomen. your eyes immediately filled with tears that dropped down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut while gagging around his cock. “such a warm, warm throat,” yeonjun admired. “but a think it’s a little lacking…”
you let out a confused noise, eyes widening in concern. you really did not like the sound of that. yeonjun adjusted his grip on your head, pulling his cock out of your mouth just a little before snapping his hips forward. you yelped and dug your knees harder into the ground, steadying yourself as he began doing it again and again. his cock was so big, you were finding it hard to breathe. your damp eyes stung, begging him to go easy on you. but yeonjun was just so lost in the pleasure he was feeling, grinning and grunting as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. the sounds of you continuously choking on his cock were so serene to him. this was exactly how you deserved to be treated after you showed so much interest in another man. the mere thought of the incident riled him up all over again. he grit his teeth with a frown. “ahh…i-i’m going to cum, okay…?”
you managed to make some sort of noise in response. despite his warning you were still caught off guard by the warm ropes of cum that shot out of his cockhead. yeonjun let go of your head and pulled his cock out of your mouth. seeing the way you were struggling to catch your breath made him scoff. “open your mouth for me,” he demanded. your mouth was technically already open with how hard you were panting, but yeonjun wasn’t satisfied. he wanted a peak at your cum filled mouth. he took it upon himself to press his thumb down on your tongue, making you instinctively pop your jaw wide open. and there it was, as pretty as the stars in the night sky, a sight so preciously indicative that you were his.
he cupped your cheek, smiling at you endearingly. “good girl. now swallow it.” the innocence in his tone juxtaposed to the salaciousness of his words shocked you. yeonjun bent down, pulling your face closer to his. “hurry up. all you’ve got to do is swallow it.” he was smiling but that scary, crazed look hadn’t left his eyes, not even once. you pushed the salty substance down your throat, opening your mouth as confirmation. yeonjun seemed elated. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, trapping you in a bone crushing hug. “good job y/n!”
was it all over now? was it finally time to go home? yeonjun lifted you back on your feet, patting your head assuringly as he beamed and giggled. the corners of your lips twitched, unsure if it was okay to smile just yet. you did feel happy, glad that you had been able to satisfy him regardless of how unaware you were. but your feelings were conflicting your thoughts. your soaked panties gave enough indication that you had enjoyed yourself to some degree, but your mind was completely put off by how risky and inappropriate the whole ordeal was.
while you were lost in thought, yeonjun had switched places with you, moving you closer to the wall. it wasn’t until he flipped you around and yanked your dress up your ass that you finally snapped out of it. “put your hands against the wall,” he instructed, holding your waist. of course he wasn’t over yet. all your relief shattered in an instant. as if you were under arrest, you did as he said, feeling his hands travel down to your bare thighs. “i haven’t punished you yet for what you did earlier, right?” he taunted into your ear. he grabbed a fistful of your panties and ripped them apart with one sharp tug of his arms, leaving you whimpering and gasping in utter shock.
the tattered material dropped to the ground, linking around your ankle. he slammed his fist right next to your face, making you jump for the millionth time this night. “spread your pussy open for me if you want me to put it in.” he nudged his hardened cock against your ass, knowing you were dying to refuse him. now that you had incentive, your conscious malfunctioned. having sex in a place like this was absolutely insane. but yeonjun was even crazier, and you still had zero clue what he was thinking.
reaching a hand down, you placed your fingers under your ass and moved them aside, putting your pussy on full display for yeonjun. he hummed excitedly, sliding his thumb along your slit while pumping his cock. “don’t cum until i say you can.” his voice was all bright and cheery again. “if you cum early, i’ll kill that guy you were talking to earlier.”
you glanced back at him warily, terrified at the smile on his face. how could he say such things so happily? before you could respond to him, he shoved his cock inside you, all at once, giving you zero time to adjust to his size. the stretch stung. “w-wait put it in slowl-” the words had been on the tip of your tongue. but there was no use for them any longer. yeonjun pulled your hips back, grinding his cock into you. a wave of arousal pooled down your walls, making him still. “huh? did you by any chance cum already?”
you moaned, clenching around his cock. “i-i didn’t cum.” you were worried. would he even believe you? by the way he snapped his hips into you again, you figured he had. “i thought so. since if you did, that scumbag from earlier would die.”
every single time he said something along those lines you were riddled with anxiety. “why are you saying shit like that?” you didn’t have the strength to argue with him, especially when he was drunk, but you were irritated and panicked. “one second you’re acting all sweet and turned on and the next you’re pissed off and homicidal!” it didn’t matter. your words were falling on deaf ears. you should have expected that he wouldn’t give a shit about your outburst. he was too busy trying to convince himself that you were still his by degrading your body. you knew jealousy was tough to get over, but you felt so humiliated.
yeonjun leaned forward and brought his lips right next to yours ears. “i don’t think i’ve said anything horrible, so i don’t really understand why you’re so upset.” he only confirmed your concerns were pointless. he slammed his cock into you, going so deep his tip pushed against your sweet spot. you let out a pained moan, knees buckling unstably. he had done that on purpose, and he mercilessly did it again.
“stop! no!” you begged him, hating the way it felt. your walls kept clenching around his cock, with each sharp thrust, fingers clawing at the wall, needing to grasp something to help ease the pain. “ah, ah..no, no!” you shrieked, desperate to quell his aggression. yeonjun laughed and gradually toned down. his thrusts stopped short of your g-spot, letting the pleasure wash away all the pain. you moaned in relief, shutting your eyes and calming down. your walls didn’t stop squeezing around him. you continued to clench them, trying to pacify the incessant throbbing of your clit. it was clear as day, to you and to him, that you weren’t going to last much longer. you pushed your hands against the wall, bending down even more, willing yourself to keep going.
abruptly, yeonjun slowed his thrusts, eyes lighting up as a faint chuckle left him. you let out a noise of confusion. “i think…someone’s coming this way,” he alerted, pausing to listen. you too zeroed in on your surroundings, heart dropping to your stomach when you heard the unmistakable tapping of approaching footsteps. now that he’d made you aware, yeonjun jumped straight back to tormenting you, resuming his bold thrusts as if nothing had happened. you reached behind your back and pushed at his thigh, urging him to stop. “you don’t want to be seen?” he asked. was he being serious right now? you whined at him. “of course i wouldn’t want to be seen like this. no.” you winced at the way he cackled. “hey, you don’t want to be seen right? by anyone other than who?”
he was so obsessed. you were too frazzled to think straight. “what do you mean ‘who’?” you asked stupidly. yeonjun clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “i’ll do something about it if you answer me,” he incentivised. your eyes widened in realization. of course he was referring to himself. “ah, i-i don’t want to be seen by anyone other than you, yeonjun,” you moaned weakly. yeonjun brought his face right next to yours, a satisfied grin on his happy face. “hmm, is that so?” he teased. you shut your eyes, face screwing in resistance. your legs were quivering, about on the verge of an orgasm.
“don’t worry. you know i’d never let anyone see you like this right? no one’s coming any more,” he assured. how ironic considering he was doing all these foul things to you in the middle of an alleyway. you moaned uninterestly, too concerned with the orgasm you were holding back. yeonjun pulled out of you, pausing for a brief moment before snapping his cock back into you. “you can cum now,” he allowed, bringing back the rough thrusts.
you had spent such a long time willing yourself to do the exact opposite that breaking your resolve took a few tricky seconds. but the way his cock was ticklishly massaging your walls eventually did send you over the edge. you hung your head, forgetting where you were for a moment. the orgasm he sent you into was so intense your entire body started shaking. yeonjun held your weight, pulling your limp body towards himself. as you heaved in exhaustion, yeonjun held your face and brought your lips to his, pulling away from the wet kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongues.
“how much do you think that birth control you put in your arm costs, y/n?” what was he even talking about? the only thing you could think about was how drunk he was, and it hadn’t seemed like the alcohol had worn off even a bit. “umm, it was pretty expensive” you answered. yeonjun hummed and nodded, turning you around to face him. “i bet it was. you could probably buy a castle with that much money right?”
you were firmly confident that was next to impossible. but you knew there was something else he was playing at here. he pushed you back against the wall once more and lifted your leg, eliminating all distance between you two. “you don’t want to get pregnant, right? if it’s that expensive then it’ll guarantee that you won’t, so there’s no need to worry about that anymore.” his words sounded like an internal monolouge more than anything. but you weren’t done here, that was clear.
yeonjun pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders until your breasts were exposed. it’s cut was too low for a bra, so you hadn’t bothered wearing one. he licked his fingers and rubbed them over your slit, getting you wet enough for him to slip back into. “don’t worry. it’ll be fine no matter how much i cum inside you,” he whispered, pumping himself a few times, before he entered you again. “i’ll fill your womb up.”
if you were in the bedroom when he said that, you would have cum on the spot. your reason for starting birth control had primarily been to entertain his breeding fetish. both of you enjoyed it, and you knew he was persuading you to let him continue by suggesting it right now. so, just maybe, you didn’t mind another quick round. “do you promise this is the last thing we do here?”
the smile on his face disappeared. he didn’t appreciate that you were treating this like a chore. “who knows,” he replied, pressing down on your mound so he could feel his cock fill you up from the outside. “i guess that just gives me more reason to take my time then.” he grinned at you, crashing your lips together. the second he started slamming his cock inside you, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over you. you were getting overstimulated and it was almost unbearable. yeonjun coaxed you by running his tongue over yours, swallowing all your whines and moans. his hips moved fast and precisely, hand sliding from under your knee. his fingers dug into your ass, eyes creaking open to catch a glimpse of your fucked out expression. “looks like you’re enjoying this even though we’re outside, baby.”
you pulled away from the long kiss, staring into his dark eyes. you had been against it at first but there was no denying you were liking it more now, predominantly because he had stopped talking about killing people.
“well i guess you can’t help it, since you like doing things that feel good, right?”
the way you had started clenching around his cock all over again was telling enough. it was embarrassing how quick you felt your second orgasm approaching. not only was he physically fucking you, but mentally too. he was saying all the right things now, telling you everything you wanted to hear, things that deep down you knew you could never truly disagree with. he was feeding in to your fantasies. you threw your head back and moaned comfortably. yeonjun wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you, groaning your name needily.
yeonjun pressed down on your mound again, emphasizing the motions of his cock inside you. he fit you so well, every single inch giving you copious amounts of pleasure. yeonjun was close now, you could tell just by the way he was fucking you. he had sped up significantly, but his thrusts were short. you wanted to try cumming with him. as if he had heard your thoughts, yeonjun started rubbing your clit with his thumb, concluding all the dirty talk and pouring his entire focus into making you cum.
it was when his cock twitched inside you that your toes curled and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip. “ah fuck, i’m cumming,” you whimpered, walls squeezing his cock so tight he couldn’t move. but he didn’t need to. your sticky arousal pooled around his length, the pusling of your walls providing just enough friction to send him over the edge. he filled you up with his cum, just as promised, and once he was sure he had emptied every last drop, he pulled out of you and held his fingers right in front of your pussy, collecting his seed as it leaked out of you.
you pushed him away and pulled your dress back down. he was finally starting to sober up. you picked up your tattered panties and sighed dejectedly. “these were one of my best pairs,” you complained with a frown. yeonjun was busy swirling his own cum around his fingers. “you know, it’s more convenient when you don’t have anything on. easier to fuck you like this.”
SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend's drunk and when he sees you talking to another guy at the club, he spirals into a murderous, jealous rage, and decides to take it out on you in the middle of an empty alleyway until he's reassured that you only have eyes for him.
GENRE. smut, dub con (cuz reader doesn't wanna fuck in an alley way lmao), exhibitionism, jealousy, yandere themes, dirty talk, face fucking, oral, blowjob, fingering, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, overstimulation
WARNINGS. please read this at your own discretion! mentions of drinking, yeonjun's acting lowkey toxic, minors do not interact
A/N. i've been writing this for a few days and i really like it so i hope y'all like it too! not proofread so ignore any grammar mistakes if you find any. reblogs and feedback are always appreciated! requests are open in cause you’d like to read something similar (or different).
taglist | masterlist | requested by 🎧 anon
yeonjun was a terrible drunk. yet he loved taking you to the club every other weekend and getting absolutely shit faced because he was young and wanted to indulge in the pleasures of life. alcohol seemed to intensify his emotions by the millions. he was already a pretty possessive, jealous, and combative guy, and when drunk, those qualities of his only got worse. that’s why you were trying to skedaddle from the club before something went wrong and things got out of hand. you had quite a lot of alcohol in your system as well and were no where near fit to have control over him if he did end up going into a homicidal rage.
on your way out the door, you passed by the restrooms and yeonjun adamantly insisted that you go wait by the club’s entrance for a moment while he did his business before leaving. you were never one to keep him from using the bathroom if he needed to, but you were nervous. what if he bumped into someone in there and got all riled up? you couldn’t even go inside to interject. you prayed that nothing would get out of hand and kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with all the men that entered and exited the club, not wanting to give them any reason to linger around you. if yeonjun witnessed someone so much as glance your way, you knew he would be enraged. but it seemed the universe was not on your side.
“excuse me, miss. do you know where the closest bus stop is from here?” you hadn’t even realised when this man had walked up to you. startled, you looked at him wide eyed and glanced back at the restroom’s entrance. he appeared nice enough, and he didn’t seem interested in you at all. just an exhausted soul trying to go home, much like you were. you needed to hurry this up. “umm, yeah. there should be one on the main road. just turn left when you walk out and head straight. then take another left and i think it’ll be right in front of an ice cream parlour.”
the guy nodded gave you a grateful smile. “thank you so much. i’m not really familiar with this area and my friends sort of ditched me,” he laughed and scratched the back of his neck. you bit your lip anxiously. if he had his directions why the hell wasn’t he leaving? this was not a great time for small talk. “oh that’s unfortunate,” you replied sympathetically, not wanting to be mean to him. “anyways, you’re welcome and i hope you have a safe trip home.” he laughed and checked his phone, finally stepping towards the entrance. “you too! have a good night!”
once he was gone, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. thank god yeonjun hadn’t arrived in the midst of that conversation. you couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he had. you doubted he would have felt any pity for the poor fellow.
“hey y/n.” speak of the devil. yeonjun’s voice made you jump. he had shown up out of nowhere. you turned around, a bit surprised to see him smiling at you. “was it crowded in there?” you asked as you both finally exited the club. the night air was breezy and humid, a tad bit more refreshing than the stuffy atmosphere you had just walked out of. as you made your way to the main road, yeonjun nodded and grabbed your hand. “soobin said we could crash at his place. i know a short cut so we’ll cut through some alleyways.”
“okay,” you replied. it didn’t really matter to you, so long as you had somewhere to go. you quietly followed behind yeonjun, trusting his navigation skills. the alleyways you snaked through were dark and damp. you stuck close to him, glancing behind your shoulder every now and then. after a few minutes of walking you entered a more dimly lit alley. it was also wider, so you presumed you had arrived close to soobin’s apartment.
without any warning, yeonjun yanked your arm, jerking your body forward, making you stumble in front of him. before you could even process what had happened, he pushed you up against the wall, sticking his knee in between your legs. your dress rode up your thighs, panties on full display. “y-yeonjun?” you didn’t dare look him in the eye. that same smile from before was still plastered on his face, but it was only now that you were able to make out how sinister it was. you broke into a nervous sweat, unsure of his intentions.
he moved closer to you. you straightened your back, rigid against the rough, grainy concrete, and pressed the palms of your hands flat on the wall. “w-wait, we can’t do this here…” you murmured, still in complete shock.
yeonjun’s hands were balled into fists. he slammed one right next to your face, making you jump. “i was watching you. why were you talking to another guy when you already have me?” his eyes were boring into yours, voice bitter and laced with malice. when you didn’t answer him, his knee rubbed against your clothed cunt, the friction making a cruel warmth blossom between your legs.
“uh..ah, no…no! please stop!” you urged, afraid someone might catch you like this and call the cops. “don’t say no to me,” yeonjun sneered, grabbing your face with his fingers. his grip was tight, making you wince. “look at me,” he ordered, lifting you chin up, keeping you from avoiding eye contact. he let go of your jaw and cupped your cheek tenderly, a complete 180 from his previous touch. “i promised you that i’d always keep you safe, didn’t i? i told you i’d protect you from all the horrible men who have bad intentions right?” he asked, his voice now soft and gentle. it wasn’t enough to subside the thundering of your heart though. you nodded meekly, scared and unsure where he was going with this.
yeonjun smiled, satisfied that you were on the same page. “but it’s not fair that i’m the only one making promises, is it?” now he sounded a little hurt. it seemed he indeed had witnessed you speaking to that helpless guy. but you had no idea what he was saying. you were so confused. all you could muster was a weak “huh?” yeonjun let out a shaky sigh, as if he were restraining himself. “i’ve promised to protect you at all costs, so it’s only customary that you promise me not to look at any other men.” the urgency in his gaze and voice had you transfixed. this was a new height of possessiveness you were experiencing.
“can you do that y/n? can you promise me that you won’t look at any other men and that you’ll only love me? you are mine, so don’t look at anyone but me.”
he dropped his hand from your face, using his fingers to pull your panties to the side. he moved his knee out from between your legs and pushed a finger inside your cunt. you gasped and looked down. “wh-why here?” yeonjun completely ignored your question, slipping his finger out of you and pressing it to your clit. “we can’t do this here,” you pleaded as he toyed with you. yeonjun smirked. “you are mine right? or, do you spread your legs open for anyone? this kind of thing gets you wet so quickly.”
only he knew what he was saying. it was like he was thinking out loud. you didn’t feel comfortable doing this while you were so exposed. anyone could walk upon you two at any moment and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if someone saw you like this.
“come on, answer me. you think about other men using you like this don’t you?” you had no idea how he’d jumped to such an absurd conclusion, but you shook your head in strong denial. “n-no i don’t,” you whimpered, a soft moan following your words. you couldn’t resist his touch no matter how hard you tried, and you knew he was using that to his advantage.
this time he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them upwards once they were knuckle deep. “you know, you’d make for a talented whore.” your eyes widened in disbelief. did he not believe you? “why are you saying such horrible things?” yeonjun snickered condescendingly. “it’s not horrible. it’s the truth.”
it was clear, yeonjun wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied, and now, you had no clue how to make him feel so. if only you knew what he was thinking. you’d let him hear exactly what he wanted and be able to go home without humiliating yourself in front of any unsuspecting strangers.
yeonjun could see the gears cranking in your head. he laughed out loud, startling you. “were you thinking of fucking that guy too? scum like him wouldn’t be able to protect you.” he slipped his fingers out of you, stealing all the warmth from your body. the cold sweat you’d broken into hadn’t subsided at all.
“maybe i should have killed him,” he concluded, turning around to where you’d come from. you knew the guy was probably long gone by now. but still. yeonjun wasn’t thinking straight. he’d already pulled enough alarming shit already. you had no way of telling how far he was willing to go because everything he had done so far was utterly unexpected. panic riddled your mind. “n-no! don’t!” you pleaded, grabbing his wrist.
yeonjun grinned as if this were the exact reaction he had wanted from you. “fine,” he breathed, listening to you. he faced you again. “alright, suck my dick right here. if you do that, i’ll think about it.” he was saying it like it was the most obvious alternative there could have been to your words. “what, here…? c-can we at least go somewhere…,” you glanced around nervously. it wasn’t that late. how come there was no one around? you were extremely paranoid.
“y/n,” yeonjun deadpanned. “uh, ah…” you knew there was no denying him. not when it seemed like this consideration was pacifying him, albeit momentarily. he was giving you the choice, and it was something you could work it. so you dropped to your knees without a second thought, popping open the button on his jeans. he pulled down the zipper and slipped his cock out. you stared at his tip, all angry and red, rather warily. you hadn’t even noticed he had a boner. you still didn’t understand why this had to happen in the middle of an oddly deserted alleyway, but who were you to complain?
“come on y/n. hurry up.” he hurged. “it is night time, but it’s not that late, so someone might see us,” he warned, suddenly turning into the god of consideration and public decency. you let out a defeated groan under your breath. it seemed you had no choice. placing your hands on his thighs, you opened your mouth and closed your lips around his cock.
yeonjun leaned over and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you forward until the tip of your nose brushed against his abdomen. your eyes immediately filled with tears that dropped down your cheeks as you squeezed your eyes shut while gagging around his cock. “such a warm, warm throat,” yeonjun admired. “but a think it’s a little lacking…”
you let out a confused noise, eyes widening in concern. you really did not like the sound of that. yeonjun adjusted his grip on your head, pulling his cock out of your mouth just a little before snapping his hips forward. you yelped and dug your knees harder into the ground, steadying yourself as he began doing it again and again. his cock was so big, you were finding it hard to breathe. your damp eyes stung, begging him to go easy on you. but yeonjun was just so lost in the pleasure he was feeling, grinning and grunting as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. the sounds of you continuously choking on his cock were so serene to him. this was exactly how you deserved to be treated after you showed so much interest in another man. the mere thought of the incident riled him up all over again. he grit his teeth with a frown. “ahh…i-i’m going to cum, okay…?”
you managed to make some sort of noise in response. despite his warning you were still caught off guard by the warm ropes of cum that shot out of his cockhead. yeonjun let go of your head and pulled his cock out of your mouth. seeing the way you were struggling to catch your breath made him scoff. “open your mouth for me,” he demanded. your mouth was technically already open with how hard you were panting, but yeonjun wasn’t satisfied. he wanted a peak at your cum filled mouth. he took it upon himself to press his thumb down on your tongue, making you instinctively pop your jaw wide open. and there it was, as pretty as the stars in the night sky, a sight so preciously indicative that you were his.
he cupped your cheek, smiling at you endearingly. “good girl. now swallow it.” the innocence in his tone juxtaposed to the salaciousness of his words shocked you. yeonjun bent down, pulling your face closer to his. “hurry up. all you’ve got to do is swallow it.” he was smiling but that scary, crazed look hadn’t left his eyes, not even once. you pushed the salty substance down your throat, opening your mouth as confirmation. yeonjun seemed elated. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, trapping you in a bone crushing hug. “good job y/n!”
was it all over now? was it finally time to go home? yeonjun lifted you back on your feet, patting your head assuringly as he beamed and giggled. the corners of your lips twitched, unsure if it was okay to smile just yet. you did feel happy, glad that you had been able to satisfy him regardless of how unaware you were. but your feelings were conflicting your thoughts. your soaked panties gave enough indication that you had enjoyed yourself to some degree, but your mind was completely put off by how risky and inappropriate the whole ordeal was.
while you were lost in thought, yeonjun had switched places with you, moving you closer to the wall. it wasn’t until he flipped you around and yanked your dress up your ass that you finally snapped out of it. “put your hands against the wall,” he instructed, holding your waist. of course he wasn’t over yet. all your relief shattered in an instant. as if you were under arrest, you did as he said, feeling his hands travel down to your bare thighs. “i haven’t punished you yet for what you did earlier, right?” he taunted into your ear. he grabbed a fistful of your panties and ripped them apart with one sharp tug of his arms, leaving you whimpering and gasping in utter shock.
the tattered material dropped to the ground, linking around your ankle. he slammed his fist right next to your face, making you jump for the millionth time this night. “spread your pussy open for me if you want me to put it in.” he nudged his hardened cock against your ass, knowing you were dying to refuse him. now that you had incentive, your conscious malfunctioned. having sex in a place like this was absolutely insane. but yeonjun was even crazier, and you still had zero clue what he was thinking.
reaching a hand down, you placed your fingers under your ass and moved them aside, putting your pussy on full display for yeonjun. he hummed excitedly, sliding his thumb along your slit while pumping his cock. “don’t cum until i say you can.” his voice was all bright and cheery again. “if you cum early, i’ll kill that guy you were talking to earlier.”
you glanced back at him warily, terrified at the smile on his face. how could he say such things so happily? before you could respond to him, he shoved his cock inside you, all at once, giving you zero time to adjust to his size. the stretch stung. “w-wait put it in slowl-” the words had been on the tip of your tongue. but there was no use for them any longer. yeonjun pulled your hips back, grinding his cock into you. a wave of arousal pooled down your walls, making him still. “huh? did you by any chance cum already?”
you moaned, clenching around his cock. “i-i didn’t cum.” you were worried. would he even believe you? by the way he snapped his hips into you again, you figured he had. “i thought so. since if you did, that scumbag from earlier would die.”
every single time he said something along those lines you were riddled with anxiety. “why are you saying shit like that?” you didn’t have the strength to argue with him, especially when he was drunk, but you were irritated and panicked. “one second you’re acting all sweet and turned on and the next you’re pissed off and homicidal!” it didn’t matter. your words were falling on deaf ears. you should have expected that he wouldn’t give a shit about your outburst. he was too busy trying to convince himself that you were still his by degrading your body. you knew jealousy was tough to get over, but you felt so humiliated.
yeonjun leaned forward and brought his lips right next to yours ears. “i don’t think i’ve said anything horrible, so i don’t really understand why you’re so upset.” he only confirmed your concerns were pointless. he slammed his cock into you, going so deep his tip pushed against your sweet spot. you let out a pained moan, knees buckling unstably. he had done that on purpose, and he mercilessly did it again.
“stop! no!” you begged him, hating the way it felt. your walls kept clenching around his cock, with each sharp thrust, fingers clawing at the wall, needing to grasp something to help ease the pain. “ah, ah..no, no!” you shrieked, desperate to quell his aggression. yeonjun laughed and gradually toned down. his thrusts stopped short of your g-spot, letting the pleasure wash away all the pain. you moaned in relief, shutting your eyes and calming down. your walls didn’t stop squeezing around him. you continued to clench them, trying to pacify the incessant throbbing of your clit. it was clear as day, to you and to him, that you weren’t going to last much longer. you pushed your hands against the wall, bending down even more, willing yourself to keep going.
abruptly, yeonjun slowed his thrusts, eyes lighting up as a faint chuckle left him. you let out a noise of confusion. “i think…someone’s coming this way,” he alerted, pausing to listen. you too zeroed in on your surroundings, heart dropping to your stomach when you heard the unmistakable tapping of approaching footsteps. now that he’d made you aware, yeonjun jumped straight back to tormenting you, resuming his bold thrusts as if nothing had happened. you reached behind your back and pushed at his thigh, urging him to stop. “you don’t want to be seen?” he asked. was he being serious right now? you whined at him. “of course i wouldn’t want to be seen like this. no.” you winced at the way he cackled. “hey, you don’t want to be seen right? by anyone other than who?”
he was so obsessed. you were too frazzled to think straight. “what do you mean ‘who’?” you asked stupidly. yeonjun clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “i’ll do something about it if you answer me,” he incentivised. your eyes widened in realization. of course he was referring to himself. “ah, i-i don’t want to be seen by anyone other than you, yeonjun,” you moaned weakly. yeonjun brought his face right next to yours, a satisfied grin on his happy face. “hmm, is that so?” he teased. you shut your eyes, face screwing in resistance. your legs were quivering, about on the verge of an orgasm.
“don’t worry. you know i’d never let anyone see you like this right? no one’s coming any more,” he assured. how ironic considering he was doing all these foul things to you in the middle of an alleyway. you moaned uninterestly, too concerned with the orgasm you were holding back. yeonjun pulled out of you, pausing for a brief moment before snapping his cock back into you. “you can cum now,” he allowed, bringing back the rough thrusts.
you had spent such a long time willing yourself to do the exact opposite that breaking your resolve took a few tricky seconds. but the way his cock was ticklishly massaging your walls eventually did send you over the edge. you hung your head, forgetting where you were for a moment. the orgasm he sent you into was so intense your entire body started shaking. yeonjun held your weight, pulling your limp body towards himself. as you heaved in exhaustion, yeonjun held your face and brought your lips to his, pulling away from the wet kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongues.
“how much do you think that birth control you put in your arm costs, y/n?” what was he even talking about? the only thing you could think about was how drunk he was, and it hadn’t seemed like the alcohol had worn off even a bit. “umm, it was pretty expensive” you answered. yeonjun hummed and nodded, turning you around to face him. “i bet it was. you could probably buy a castle with that much money right?”
you were firmly confident that was next to impossible. but you knew there was something else he was playing at here. he pushed you back against the wall once more and lifted your leg, eliminating all distance between you two. “you don’t want to get pregnant, right? if it’s that expensive then it’ll guarantee that you won’t, so there’s no need to worry about that anymore.” his words sounded like an internal monolouge more than anything. but you weren’t done here, that was clear.
yeonjun pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders until your breasts were exposed. it’s cut was too low for a bra, so you hadn’t bothered wearing one. he licked his fingers and rubbed them over your slit, getting you wet enough for him to slip back into. “don’t worry. it’ll be fine no matter how much i cum inside you,” he whispered, pumping himself a few times, before he entered you again. “i’ll fill your womb up.”
if you were in the bedroom when he said that, you would have cum on the spot. your reason for starting birth control had primarily been to entertain his breeding fetish. both of you enjoyed it, and you knew he was persuading you to let him continue by suggesting it right now. so, just maybe, you didn’t mind another quick round. “do you promise this is the last thing we do here?”
the smile on his face disappeared. he didn’t appreciate that you were treating this like a chore. “who knows,” he replied, pressing down on your mound so he could feel his cock fill you up from the outside. “i guess that just gives me more reason to take my time then.” he grinned at you, crashing your lips together. the second he started slamming his cock inside you, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over you. you were getting overstimulated and it was almost unbearable. yeonjun coaxed you by running his tongue over yours, swallowing all your whines and moans. his hips moved fast and precisely, hand sliding from under your knee. his fingers dug into your ass, eyes creaking open to catch a glimpse of your fucked out expression. “looks like you’re enjoying this even though we’re outside, baby.”
you pulled away from the long kiss, staring into his dark eyes. you had been against it at first but there was no denying you were liking it more now, predominantly because he had stopped talking about killing people.
“well i guess you can’t help it, since you like doing things that feel good, right?”
the way you had started clenching around his cock all over again was telling enough. it was embarrassing how quick you felt your second orgasm approaching. not only was he physically fucking you, but mentally too. he was saying all the right things now, telling you everything you wanted to hear, things that deep down you knew you could never truly disagree with. he was feeding in to your fantasies. you threw your head back and moaned comfortably. yeonjun wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged you, groaning your name needily.
yeonjun pressed down on your mound again, emphasizing the motions of his cock inside you. he fit you so well, every single inch giving you copious amounts of pleasure. yeonjun was close now, you could tell just by the way he was fucking you. he had sped up significantly, but his thrusts were short. you wanted to try cumming with him. as if he had heard your thoughts, yeonjun started rubbing your clit with his thumb, concluding all the dirty talk and pouring his entire focus into making you cum.
it was when his cock twitched inside you that your toes curled and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip. “ah fuck, i’m cumming,” you whimpered, walls squeezing his cock so tight he couldn’t move. but he didn’t need to. your sticky arousal pooled around his length, the pusling of your walls providing just enough friction to send him over the edge. he filled you up with his cum, just as promised, and once he was sure he had emptied every last drop, he pulled out of you and held his fingers right in front of your pussy, collecting his seed as it leaked out of you.
you pushed him away and pulled your dress back down. he was finally starting to sober up. you picked up your tattered panties and sighed dejectedly. “these were one of my best pairs,” you complained with a frown. yeonjun was busy swirling his own cum around his fingers. “you know, it’s more convenient when you don’t have anything on. easier to fuck you like this.”
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