He Entered His Demon Era And Never Looked Back.

He entered his demon era and never looked back.

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔: 𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔶 - 𝔄𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠 - 𝕬𝖀𝕽𝕺𝕽𝕬 🌿

Yeonjun x afab!reader // 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓎 ☽ 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑜𝓎

‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: dark content (do not read if uncomfortable), dub!con, mind control, kidnapping, smut, pet names (little one, kitten), bondage, fantasy

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

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An ocean of trees before you, so tempting to enter. After the day you’ve had, you desperately needed something to clear your head. You decided taking a walk would do. After all, you moved to this small town only recently, after discovering your grandmother had left her house to you in her will. 

A cute small house in a cute small town. A small town surrounded by an enormous forest. Your grandmother used to warn you about these woods during your visits. “Ghosts haunt amongst these trees,” she would say.

The forest was mysteriously dark, even in the middle of a bright day such as this. The rays of sun that broke through the shadows painted fallen leaves in gold. The scenery before you was absolutely beautiful, luring you into its depths.

…

You jumped at the sight of the boy suddenly in front of you. His glossy skin contrasted greatly with his shaggy, black hair. His bangs fell over his fox-like eyes. He was intriguingly beautiful, his presence calming and exciting you simultaneously. But you sensed something else, something dark. It was too subtle to truly grasp what it was, but you felt a power radiating from the man. He was mesmerizing. Yet, something about him still whispered in your thoughts "danger."

You realized you couldn't move. The man's dark eyes grazed over your form and his pouty lips parted in interest. "Lost, are you?"

His voice awoke you from your trance. You blinked a few times, trying to gather your thoughts. "U-uh, yeah.” He gave a small smirk at your stutter. “Sorry, I just went for a walk to relax, but I think I've lost my way."

"Well, it’s almost dark. You need to be careful out in the depths of this forest.” The man said, winking at you. Then, his voice lowered. “You never know what kind of creatures are lurking in these shadows."

You finally lifted your gaze from the beautiful man in front of you to the sky above. When did it get so dark? The sun was mostly over the horizon, only a little sliver of light remaining, drowning the forest in darkness. "Shit." You glanced back at the man. The rising moon aided in giving him an even more ethereal glow. "I'm sorry, but-um, do you know the way back to town?"

He seemed to be amused with you, though you couldn't understand why. Or why he was out alone in the forest so late. Did he live here? Maybe he has a home nearby and you could stay there for the night. But were you really willing to stay at a stranger's home in the middle of the woods?

"You're a few hours away from civilization." The man's voice brought back your attention. "It'll be too dark before you even get close to home."

You locked eyes with him, anxiety quickly rising. What were you supposed to do? Your grandma warned you about these woods. She never let you go in to them as a child, and even now, she would kill you if she knew you were here at night. She used to tell you stories of how people disappeared in these woods, but you never believed it. They were just tales told to children. Still, you did not want to be stuck in the woods at night.

"You can stay with me tonight, if you'd like." There it was. The offer was so tempting, you couldn't lie. The man was absolutely captivating. But something nagged at you still, something more than the rational anxiety of being alone in the woods with a stranger. "Tell me, Little One, what's your name?" He took a step closer, hand cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to lock eyes with him. You felt yourself going to answer immediately, but choked on your words before it was too late.

You kept eye contact with the man, trying your very best to look brave and unaffected even though your hands trembled. "What's yours?"

He smirked, fingers tracing over your cheekbone down to your jawline, dark eyes devoured you. His lips came within centimeters of your own. "Yeonjun,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath tickling your lips.

"Yeonjun." You repeated to yourself, enjoying the feeling of his name on your tongue. He smirked, seeming to just as much enjoy hearing you say his name.

"Now it's only polite to tell me yours in return."

Again, your voice caught in your throat. Your body wanted to do as he says, but something still pulled at your thoughts, a warning you couldn't quite recall.

Yeonjun chuckled lowly. "You don't have to be afraid, Little One." He leaned in and your heart pounded in your chest. His lips grazed your ear as he whispered. "Just tell me your name and I'll keep you safe."

"Y/n,” you breathed. You couldn't fight it anymore. He was all around you; his comforting scent, his sultry voice, his firm body, it was overwhelming. You were completely weak to the stranger before you.

"Y/n." Your name coming from his lips made you shiver. "May I take you away tonight, Y/n?" The fingers that rested on your jaw now traced down to your throat, and you felt completely powerless as your head nodded. Yeonjun's hand released your throat to grasp your own hand. He backed away, leaving you feeling cold, except for where your fingers were intertwined. "Come, Little One."

The man guided you deeper into the woods. The darkness enveloped you, the moon your only source of light, but you couldn't have felt more at ease. The two of you came upon a small clearing. Yeonjun stopped, turning to face you. He admired how the moonlight kissed your skin. "You'll be safe here with me, Y/n."

Whatever warning you were trying to remember completely disappeared when he said your name. You felt lighter, anchored to the earth only by his touch. "I-" Your mind was foggy, thoughts scattered. He smirked, the hand not holding yours reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your breathing grew heavy as you felt a need within you suddenly burning hot. A small mewl escaped your lips.

His finger gently traced your jaw to your lips as he softly shushed you. "So cute,” he breathed. “Like a little kitten." His finger tugged at your lip and you instantly took it into your mouth. He was pleased, admiring how you obediently responded to him. You sucked on his finger, your tongue tracing around it as you felt yourself grow only needier. "It's been a while since such an adorable human wandered into my forest." His words woke your mind slightly, though the fog was still heavy. You tried hard to focus on what he was saying despite your body betraying you.

"Yeonjun,” you squeeked around his finger. His other hand let go of yours, coming to caress your hair. He chuckled at the confusion in your eyes. You were becoming so far gone in his charm, but you were still fighting it. What a peculiar human.

"Yes, Kitten?" He was curious what was holding you back from falling completely under his spell. Yeonjun was one of the strongest charmers amongst the Fae. He pulled his finger from your mouth to allow you to speak.

For a moment, you felt more aware. The memory hit you like a wave. Never give them your name. Oh, no. "Wha-what are you?" Your breath was barely above a whisper. Your body shivered, in fear or cold, you weren't sure. Probably both.

"You don't remember stepping into my realm?"

You thought back, desperately fighting through the mental fog. You remember the stream and the fallen tree and-

The fairy ring.

No, that was just a story. A children's tale.

Do not step into mushroom circles. Your grandmother had warned you. Never give them your name.

"The Fae." You breathed. Yeonjun smiled down at you.

"A name is power, Y/n." Yeonjun spoke, still caressing your hair. You felt yourself being lulled back into the blissful feeling, thoughts slipping away from you once more as your mind opened itself up to the Fae before you. "I was worried I'd have to trick you, but you have been so obedient for me." Your eyelids grew heavy as his hands cupped your face and he drew you closer. “I promise to reward you for your obedience, Kitten."

His soft lips met yours in a deep kiss. It was like something sparked to life inside you. You threw your arms around Yeonjun, pulling him closer, breathing him in. His tongued parted your lips and explored your mouth, swallowing every little whimper you made. Fingers played with your hair, his teeth tugging on your bottom lip, and you felt like you were a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Yeonjun pulled you down with him, lying you in the grass with him resting above you. The cold dew meeting your bare skin had you shivering, but you barely registered your missing clothes.

His dark gaze met yours, something completely wild and dangerous burning in the depths of his eyes. His large hand gripped both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His lips danced across your neck, tongue poking out to run over your jaw. Yeonjun suddenly nipped at your jaw, something that could only be described as animalistic leaving your throat. You felt the fairy smile against your skin.

"Let me take control, Little One." He whispered, lips brushing against your ear. Yeonjun had seduced many times before, but there was something different about you. He enjoyed taking his time, pleased when your hips rutted up against his. He felt drunk off the smell of your arousal. His hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed, shifting whatever words you had to say into an embarrassing moan.

Something slithered around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place. Before you could turn to see what it was, the hand that was holding your wrists fell to grasp your jaw. The fairy kept your eyes on his angelic face. You tried to wiggle your wrists, but to no avail. He smirked, tilting your head up so you could glimpse at what trapped you. Vines ensnared your wrists, binding them together above your head.

"Tell me, Y/n," Yeonjun began, guiding you back to face him. "What is it you desire?"

Him. You wanted him. You were too far gone to think about anything else. You wanted to give him everything, let him have full control over you. But you couldn't find your voice.

Yeonjun grew impatient and you felt as the vines on your ankles spread your legs wide. His hand left your throat to smack your inner thigh, causing your core to drip with need. "You!” You squeeked out, losing whatever control you had left in your grasp. "I want you, Yeonjun. I want to feel you. I need to feel you.”

He seemed pleased with your answer, his fingers tracing closer to your soaked folds. Usually Fae would kill their toys when they were done playing with them. But as Yeonjun’s fingers slid into you with ease, he watched your face contort in pleasure. It was the most beautiful sight. He had to see it more. He placed a soft kiss to your forehead. “From tonight on, Little One, you will forever be mine.”

so high (pt. 1)

(dom!yeonjun & sub!reader)

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Just for Tonight? 

Song suggestion: 10-20-40, Rina Sawayama

Summary:

Choi Yeonjun needs a distraction— and so do you. And while he didn’t plan on it, he’s sure that the feeling of you is greater than any drug he’s experienced; he’ll be sure to keep you in his sight. 

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: pwp, strangers to lovers, bad boy!yj, smut, a tiny sprinkle of angst 

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: Jay slander I’m sorry I don’t mean it, Yeonjun is lowkey mean, dom!yj, sub!mc, use of alcohol, use of marijuana, fingering (?), public sex, degradation, pet names, dry humping, slapping, unprotected sex, dacryphilia (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: for some reason this was about to become another longfic— then I remembered, I don’t have time for that. So here’s a short self indulgent snippet instead, based on the song 10-20-40 by Rina Sawayama! Feedback and comments are always appreciated, enjoy <3

Choi Yeonjun could only be found in the darkest corners of parties.

Not on campus, and certainly not in classes— when he did attend, it was simply to make sure that his degree wouldn’t be slipping through his hands. 

He was apathetic, the red solo cup the only thing that could ground him as he took another sip of his drink. His mind was fuzzy, watching the rest of the crowd move on by, not bothering to spare him a glance as they moved to a fun and brighter spot. The alcohol in his system was the only thing that kept him from leaving, the table filled with every drink imaginable tempting him to stay longer— perks of going to a party at Jay’s place, he remembers— afterall, the only thing that brought people to like the guy was his money. 

The party was like any other, the strong bass sending vibrations to his drink as he watched the condensed group of bodies in the living room, bumping and grinding to the music as they let themselves go. The distant smell of weed hit his nose, and it wasn’t long before he caught sight of the small group that lay back on the couches, passing the blunt back and forth as they slouched down, muttering incoherent thoughts to each other over the loud music. 

If Yeonjun didn’t have the reputation he did, then he wouldn’t have been able to make his way to the group, marching right up as he shared a solemn nod with them. It wasn’t long before the blunt was passed in his direction, and he allowed himself to stay for a while as the addicting feeling of the smoke coursing through him and sinking into his bones let him relax for the first time since arriving to this miserable party. 

But, like always, he found himself tiring out of being around the same people, beginning to find their rough and rude mannerisms annoying as he walked away. The task proved itself to be much harder than he thought, pushing past the bodies of people that continued to get in his way as he stumbled to the kitchen, clumsy hands reaching into a cooler before he found himself grabbing a water bottle— the cooler was practically untouched, he noted grimly. 

The chilled bottle was wet, dripping onto his forearms and making his palm slippery as he made his way to the backyard, eyes heavy as he leaned against the porch. It was quiet, the muffled bass that came from within the house and the flashing lights the only reminder of where he was. 

What a boring party, he thought, thinking back to the amount of faceless people that tried to get into his pants, only to get pissed off when he couldn’t bother to bat an eye in their direction, I should get going. 

Just when he thought that this might go down as one of the worst parties he’s been to— the very last one being one that had been busted by the cops— his eyes caught onto something peculiar; or rather, someone peculiar. 

If he hadn’t been more observant, then his eyes would have easily passed over your hunched figure, dressed up prettily with your head bowed down as you sat on one of the stones that surrounded a large koi pond. He said nothing, watching the way you stared off into the water, index finger reaching out to swirl around the water as you pouted and mumbled off into the quiet air, your drink placed off to the side and left untouched. 

You reached a hand up to adjust your hair, pushing it out of your face as you shifted on the stone, thighs pressed together uncomfortably— that’s when Yeonjun recognized you. 

His eyes widened in recognition as your name ran through his mind; senior valedictorian back in high school, your reputation carrying well into college as you continued to put yourself in important positions. And, you’re part of the student government— president of his class as well, his brain automatically corrected him. He watched you carefully, pushing down a laugh that had been threatening to escape him.

What the hell were you doing here?

Your reason had a name; Park Jongseong. Not only had you been invited by the very owner of the place, but you had also been promised that he would stick by your side— you had been foolish to think that he would keep his promise. 

Park Jongseong has been an ongoing crush for you. It was embarrassing to admit, but the boy had somehow managed to keep your attention since your first year in college. It was a constant push and pull between you two, with every flirty comment and interaction leading to more questions and what ifs. You really thought that this party might have been the time where he redeems himself, but you couldn’t have been more wrong about your assumption; all you were met with was the sight of a girl kissing up on his neck, pressing herself against him crudely before he led her upstairs, barely meeting your eye before he continued to pull the girl along— not an ounce of recognition or guilt had crossed his face.

Which led you to where you were— cursing the boy out under your breath as you tried to not fall apart with shame; had you really thought that you had a chance with the boy? That he would take you seriously?

The sight was pathetic— and Yeonjun allowed himself to stand back and enjoy it. You were usually so put together, and to see the fire in your eye be snubbed out like so, it was intriguing. This version of you, left all by yourself and hunching down as if you were trying to make yourself invisible, was so different from the version Yeonjun always saw. 

The version that was formidable and put together, always greeting everyone— hell, even him, when he bothered to show up— and always helping others when they came to you; that was what he always saw. You were perfect, not a single crack or slip up ever coming from your behalf as you always managed to stay on top of things. You were confident, and shone brightly wherever you went. But that version was nothing like what he saw now. 

What he saw now was the way your eyes were downcast, a pout on your lips as your eyes shone under the moonlight. You’re fighting back tears, he realizes. From what, he doesn’t know— but he does know that he wants to find out.

Since the two miserable hours he’s spent here, (it’s not much, but considering how many parties he’s been to, it’s really saying something.) he finds himself wanting to stay a little longer, lithe steps quiet on the dewy grass as he makes his way towards you, the air around him still misty from the rain that poured hours earlier. You’re cute, he thinks to himself, watching the way you wrap your arms around yourself, eyes too focused on the fish that roam around the pond to notice the figure approaching you. 

“Miss president, how’d you end up in this crowd of people?” 

You’re jumping violently at the sound of his voice, the deep timbre slicing through the silence of the night as he watches you stumble on your words, flustered at the realization that you had been caught in such a place. You’re looking up at him, eyes wide as you try to explain yourself— only to stop mid sentence, realizing that there’s no need for you to do so. 

“Why do you care?” Is all you spit out, cringing at the way the smell of weed follows him, his lidded eyes and cocked brow telling you that he’s not going to take your hints to be left alone; you groan internally when he settles down next to you. 

“Why shouldn’t I? Our precious president could get hurt in such a dangerous environment.” He’s mocking you. You’re grinding your teeth at his words, fighting back a venomous response as you watch the way he continues to insult you, grinning childishly as he seems to realize his impact on you. 

“As if you’d care about anything school related,” you jab, turning away from him as you tune out his breathy chuckles, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down. First the situation with Jay, now this? You really couldn’t catch a break. 

“You’re right, I don’t care about anything school related,” Yeonjun confesses, noticing the way you glance back at him curiously. He’s wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in as he leans on your shoulder, the smell of alcohol and weed mixing with the scent of his cologne— it’s oddly intoxicating.

“It’s you I care about.” 

“You don’t even know me,” you say, turning back to him as you look into his eyes, your expression mirroring his— you’re curious, eyes lidded as you take in the sudden close proximity. 

“I’d like to,” he muses, his other hand placing itself on your waist as well as he smiles mischievously. You’re even prettier up close, he notices, and he’s deciding that he wouldn’t mind taking his mind off of everything for a while as he adds, “will you let me?”

Little does he know, you’re thinking the same thing. Your mind is coursing rapidly with the memories of Jay, with the bitter reminder that all he’s done is mess with your emotions— he brought you all the way out here, only to leave you high and dry in an environment that leaves you sticking out like a sore thumb. 

He’s cute, you decide, eyes flicking down to his parted lips as you let yourself lean in, his hair brushing against your forehead as you can feel the deep rise and fall of your bodies, syncing together as you take each other in. 

“Just for tonight.” 

There’s nothing else he needs to hear before he’s on you, lips bruising against yours as you try to hold back your surprise, your groan muffled against his lips as he leans into you, caging you in until all you can think of is him. You allow his hands to wander as they trace roughly around your body, landing on your thighs as they squeeze roughly, pulling them apart as he reaches underneath your skirt as he cups your mound, laughing meanly at the gasp you let out.

“Let me fuck you,” He pleads softly against your lips, restless as he grabs your hand before he brings it down to his jeans, letting you feel the bulge that has formed in his pants, stifling a groan as you begin to trace along the shape of his cock, “I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Yeonjun knows that he doesn’t need to do much begging. He can feel it with the way your thighs tremble from his touch, lip quivering at the way he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, pulling and sucking at it as he pulls away briefly, watching the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks, your eyes closing helplessly with every rough touch of his fingers on your pussy. 

He can feel your underwear dampening with every teasing touch, the fabric sticking to you uncomfortably as he pushes against the barrier, testing you as he teases your entrance. You’re gripping onto his shoulders, allowing him to take over your body as he sucks on your tongue, enjoying the way you drool at his actions, soft squeals escaping you with every rough thrust he delivers with his fingers. 

He’s tracing along your slit, occasionally pulling out to feel you grind desperately against his fingers, only to push back in, the feeling of his fabric covered fingers making you tighten your hold on him. You think your panties might tear with the way he’s roughly pushing into your hole, the fabric messy from your arousal as he pulls out once more, fingers fluttering over your clit before he’s tracing soft circles on it, thoroughly enjoying every sound that escapes your mouth.

It drives you mad, knowing that if he just pushed aside your panties, you would be able to feel his pretty hands on you, long fingers gliding into your walls with ease. But you’re left to drip on your underwear uselessly, allowing him to break you as you beg pathetically for him to do something, to give you more. 

“Please fuck me, please please please,” you beg, breathless and just as restless as he is, entangling a hand into his hair as he sucks and nips at the skin on your neck, “please, wanna feel your cock, want you to fuck me so bad.” 

Yeonjun thinks he might just engrave this moment into his mind, enjoying the sounds of your begging much more than he anticipated. He’s pulling away, and before you can whine about the loss of him on you, you’re yelping at the way he’s grabbed a fistful of your hair, your head pulled back as he guides you to stand up, eyes quickly scanning the backyard before he’s leading you to the wooden gazebo, his hand now locked onto your elbow roughly.

It’s dark, partly because Jay hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights to the backyard— he hadn’t thought that anyone would be interested in going there anyway. But it’s perfect for the two of you, and you’re unable to take your hands off Yeonjun as he’s leaning you against the wooden railing, your back hitting the damp wood as you can feel it dampen your shirt, mouth falling open as Yeonjun is back on your lips. 

“Fuck, who would’ve thought that our perfect little president was such a fucking whore,” Yeonjun grits out, hands grabbing at your waist before he’s flipping you over, grinning at the pretty arch in your back, ass sticking out as you impatiently wait for his next move, “Fucking a guy she’s never met, didn’t think this pussy would be so easy to get.” 

“Don’t care, just want a distraction,” you admit, thighs trembling as he flips up your skirt, laughing cruelly as his eyes darken at the sight of your lacy underwear. His mind is caught on your words, wondering what you might mean by that as he’s pulling down your underwear, watching the way you allow him to guide you to step out of it— you don’t realize it was because he was eager to stuff the material in his pocket. 

“A distraction? From what, pretty girl?” He asks, grinning at the way the nickname sends shivers down your body, the feeling sending ripples of arousal straight down to your core. You’re dripping wet by now, the anticipation of it all leaving you restless and desperate as you grip onto the railing, hips pushing back in hopes of coming in contact with him. 

But all you get in return is a harsh slap on your ass, the sound ringing out in the night, followed by your pathetic yelps. Your knuckles are white as he slaps you two more times, soothing the sting as he rubs on the skin, his breath fanning on your ear as he smiles at the way you jump at the feeling. 

“I asked you a question,” he mutters, hands gripping onto your hips as he roughly pulls you back, your bare pussy coming in contact with the harsh material of his jeans. You gasp, back arching as you feel him rut against you, a wet spot forming on his jeans from your arousal the longer he presses you against him. 

“A distraction from what?” He asks again, and he’s keen to notice the way you don’t want to answer him, whimpers leaving your lips as he slows his pace, all stimulation leaving your body as he waits patiently for your answer. 

“Answer, or I’ll leave you here like the desperate whore you are,” he says, knowing that he wouldn’t dream of walking away from such a sight. But it’s enough to make you break, straightening up as he can see the panic flashing through your eyes. He holds back a laugh as he watches you, taking in the way you contemplate your words before you’re hanging your head, muttering something incoherently under your breath. 

“What was that pretty girl?” He asks, taking your chin in his hand as he’s tilting you to look back at him, eyes shining from the embarrassment of it all, the low light failing to hide your flustered state as you repeat yourself. 

“A distraction from Jay,” you confess, the words barely leaving your lips before you’re watching the way Yeonjun’s jaw is clenching, the mention of the other man seemingly hitting a nerve. 

“Tell me darling,” he says, turning you back around before he’s leaning you over, the sound of a zipper unbuckling making you tingle with anticipation. You’re nervous, unsure of what he might say or think of you as you stare off into the night sky silently.

“Why the hell did you get your hopes up with Jay, of all people,” he seethes, rolling his eyes at the very mention of the man. You’re shaking your head, unsure yourself as you feel him prod at your entrance, head falling down to rest on your hands as you stare down at the wooden floor beneath you. Your eyes are glassy as you feel his hands spread your cheeks apart, his eyes watching the way he’s slowly sinking his cock into you. 

Yeonjun pauses— you’re warm, and so, so tight, your walls fluttering wildly around his cock as he feels the way you try to accommodate his size, your hips circling subconsciously as you quietly whine for more. He thinks this might be the best party he’s gone to.

“Such a stupid slut, poor thing doesn’t know when a man is just playing with her,” he sighs out, aware of the way his words seem to hit you much harder than he intended to. He watches the way you’re trying to hide from him, your head resting on your hands as you refuse to straighten up, a soft sniffle escaping you as you try to ignore the way your shaking shoulders give you away— your squeezing walls only make things worse. 

You’re embarrassed, truly. The one time you decide to get out of your comfort zone, and it’s all thrown back into your face. You wish you could say that you hadn’t seen this coming, but you know that you’re not capable of lying to yourself like that; and it only makes things worse. So it’s involuntary, when tears begin to escape your eyes, but you don’t seem to be aware of the way Yeonjun only seems to throb harder at the sight, scoffing as he buries himself deeper inside of you. 

“It’s okay, darling,” he coos, slowly pulling out as he allows you to feel every vein that brushes against your walls, to feel the way he throbs uncontrollably at the sight before him, “I’ll make you forget all about him.” 

And Yeonjun delivers— fuck, he does more than that as he sets a ruthless pace, gripping onto your hips as he watches the way you surge forward with every thrust, your hand clamped tightly over your mouth as you try to not let the rest of the neighborhood hear your screams of pleasure. You’re letting yourself go as you allow your heart to feel all the emotions you’ve been bottling up all night; you’re crying, but the tears that flow down your face are quickly transformed from tears of pain to tears of pleasure. 

Park Jongseong, Yeonjun thinks to himself, watching the way you crumble underneath his touch, eyebrows scrunching together as he continues to fuck himself into you, aware of the fact that you’re still upset about the incident that brought the two of you to meet, Fuck you. 

Yeonjun can’t help but pity the man for a split second, knowing that he’s wasted such a good opportunity to feel you— to feel the way you clench tightly around him, begging incoherently for him as your words slip through the cracks of your fingers, legs trembling and threatening to buckle from the intense pleasure of it all. 

Which only makes watching you come undone all the more satisfying, feeling the way you clench on him ruthlessly as he continues to drive his cock deeper into you, his thrusts harsh and consistent as he lets you ride out your orgasm. His name is like a prayer on your lips, the sound sweet as honey as he finds himself shivering at the sound— Yeonjun, Yeonjun, Yeonjun…

Yet just as you think it might all be over the moment he pulls out of you, you’re being pulled away, allowing yourself to be manhandled by this man with shaky legs as he repositions you, your back pressing against a pillar of the gazebo before he’s gripping onto your thigh, bringing it up and around his waist as he enters you once more. 

Fuck, you think to yourself, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to fuck you once more, the new position allowing him to rub against the spot that drives you mad, he’s not done yet. 

You’re left helpless against his rough thrusts, hands finding purchase on anything you can find, flying wildly from the railing next to you, to his shoulders, until they finally thread themselves back into his hair as you’re pulling him in for another kiss. His grip on you is fatal, and at this point, he was practically holding you up himself as he continued to fuck you, groaning into your mouth with every clench he felt from your pussy. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” He gasps out, feeling the way your sensitive pussy only continues to suck him in. He briefly pulls away from your lips to watch the way he disappears inside you, his panting breaths matching yours as you both watch his slick cock slide in and out of you with ease. You’re practically dripping onto the wooden floor beneath you, the sight only making Yeonjun pound harder into you as he watches the way you can only beg him for more.

It only takes a couple more thrusts before he’s pulling out of you, eyes lidded and glazed as he pumps his cock harshly, mouth falling open as he cums all over you, over the supple skin of your thighs and the pretty skirt that had him hooked from the moment he saw you in it. 

The two of you are silent and panting as you hold onto each other, the muffled bass that came from within the house and the flashing lights the only reminder of where you were. You look back up at him, and he smiles half-heartedly, the two of you laughing quietly at everything that just happened. You can’t help the way you become shy as he stares down at you— because, now what?

“Something tells me this won’t be the last time I’ll be seeing you,” he mumbles, allowing himself to indulge in you as he leans in, lips connecting with yours as he kisses you slowly, smiling at the way you grip onto him weakly. You’re shaking your head in response, pulling him closer by the shirt as you pull away briefly, giving you just enough time to say, 

“Definitely not. Wanna get outta here?”

And fuck, of course he does.

Never Have I Ever (M)

Synopsis: Gather around for a friendly game of Never Have I Ever at the Tau Chi Tau (TXT) frat house, where alcohol flows by the keg and sexual tension increases with each passing round.

Contains: Choi Yeonjun x (f) reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), face riding, choking, marking/biting kink, dirty talk, creampie, slight overstimulation, frat boys!TXT, nonidol!au, good friends!TXT, friends to lovers!au.

“Everyone who’s playing Never Have I Ever, meet in the living room!” Beomgyu shouted over the various noises of merriment ringing throughout the frat house, trying to maintain some form of order as partygoers were getting more and more drunk by the minute. Couples were getting handsy in dark corners, kegs were being tapped left and right for keg stands, and the music blared to deafening volumes. Somehow after Beomgyu’s announcement, a good majority of the partygoers calmed themselves enough to file safely into the living room, becoming a player or spectator for the party game.

You were a little too cool for party games yourself, rolling your eyes as you decided to hang back in the kitchen and continue to pour yourself a drink with very little mixer. Unfortunately for you, being pretty good friends with the most popular fraternity brothers on campus meant that you weren’t allowed to skip out on any of the merriment the boys suggested, often getting suckered into petty events like wet t-shirt contests and themed car washes for charity. Tonight would be no different as you felt someone grab your wrist and lead you towards the crowd gathering in the living room.

“Yeonjun let go, I don’t really want to play right now. I’ll play next time,” You whined as you tried your best to resist him dragging you through the crowd by your wrist, but of course you couldn’t wriggle away from him since he had a vice grip on your wrist. Yeonjun had learned all your escape tactics from all the times he had to force you to interact with people, him chuckling as he brought you closer to the rest of the guys who were forming a circle in the middle of the floor with other attractive partygoers. There was no point in putting up a fight anymore as Yeonjun immediately plopped you down right next to him and Taehyun, Yeonjun’s arrival signaling for the game to officially begin.

As the rounds progressed, the questions continued to become more sexual in nature. The round originally started with something as innocent as “Never Have I Ever… jaywalked” and had no progressed into “Never Have I Ever… Given a blowjob on campus”, of course making you drank to both declarations much to the surprise of your peers. Many of them knew you were pretty liberal when it came to sexual experiences, but none of your friends really pegged you as the public sex kind of gal. You were full of surprises.

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song: 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 - 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 🫦

Yeonjun x afab!reader // 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✦ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃

‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, oral (f!receiving), mentions of drug use (weed), dirty talk, use of the word slut once

©𝗻𝗼𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗲𝗶 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

“You're staring.”

Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”

Your boyfriend’s voice broke you from your stupor and, realizing you were staring at his lips, you quickly fixed your gaze. “No I wasn’t!”

Yeonjun giggled. “Damn, I had some good shit, huh?”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him. He had invited you over to his dorm to smoke and play video games, but that second part of the plan was long forgotten after the blunt was finished. Now, you two were laying across his bed, completely stoned and just enjoying each other’s company. Yeonjun had put on some chill r&b playlist of his and it was definitely helping you to relax.

Yeonjun shifted closer to you, but you quickly rolled over to face away from him. You could almost feel the competitive fire igniting in him, heating up the air around the two of you, exciting you as well. You felt his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into him until your back was against his chest. His soft lips met the shell of your ear, sending a shiver through you. “You wanna tell me what you were staring at?” His voice was low and sultry, and you knew he knew exactly what you were staring at, but he loved playing with you.

After a moment of your silence, he turned you to face him, just to be met with you sticking your tongue out at him. Yeonjun chuckled lowly, his eyes locked onto yours. He was intimidating in the most exciting way. “I wasn’t staring!” You stubbornly insisted.

Instead of replying, Yeonjun stared you down. What was he thinking abo-oh.

His tongue darted out over his lips to wet them, the movement breaking your eyes away and onto his plump, pillowy lips. He smirked and your gaze returned to his. Your breathing grew heavier as his eyes darkened. Fuck, he had you now. “Like what you see?” He pursed his lips and you giggled, trying to ignore the wetness growing between your legs. Maybe you still had a chance.

You crawled on top of him, pinning him to the bed. You knew damn well this man was strong enough to break free if he wanted, but he seemed to be allowing you to take your turn with him. You brought your face closer, stopping so your lips were mere centimeters away from his own. Yeonjun’s eyes were red, lids low, an intensity in his gaze as he waited to see what you would do. Your boyfriend was already hot as hell, but when you two were high? He was irresistible.

Your confidence wavered for a moment and he noticed, taking the opportunity to lean forward and kiss you hard. Your high made you way more sensitive and a small whimper left your throat as he wrapped his arms around you. Yeonjun smiled against your mouth before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, letting him completely take over the kiss.

His tongue explored your mouth, one hand supporting the back of your head while the other groped your curves. The air around you too only grew hotter. You knew you lost the game, but you definitely didn’t mind now.

Yeonjun’s ego was fed, a sexy cockiness taking over him as he dragged his tongue against your own and felt your body giving in to him. He rolled you over, pinning you to the bed beneath him. You chased his lips as he broke the kiss, but he turned his head to trail kisses from your jaw to your ear. “If you wanted to feel my lips on you, Babygirl,” he purred as he took your earlobe between his teeth and tugged, “all you had to do was ask.”

He leaned down as if to kiss you again, but pulled away when you tried to meet his lips. You whined out, eyes staring up at him wide and pleading. Your desperation was amusing him. To make things more humiliating, he pulled back far enough to take in your whole face, admiring your glossy eyes and heated cheeks. As he pinned your arms above your head, you had nowhere to hide, forced to fully face his intimidating gaze. “Fuck,” you whispered. “Please?”

“What was that, Darling?” He teased, tilting his ear closer to you. “I couldn’t quite hear you.”

He was going to be the death of you. “Yeonjun, please! I need your lips on me, please.” Your begging paid off, fueling the blazing fire in his eyes, and he planted a firm kiss to your lips before traveling down your body. You squeaked as he nearly ripped your sweatpants off, jolting as the cold air met your core.

“Fuck, Y/n, no underwear?” Yeonjun groaned before gripping your thighs with his strong hands and pulling your center closer to his face. He spread your legs wide, massaging your thighs and admiring your slick folds. You shivered as his breath fanned over your core, your eyes meeting his burning, black ones. “My pretty little slut, so dirty for me. Lemme show you what my lips can do, Baby.”

You watched Yeonjun lean down and kiss your clit lightly before beginning to viciously make out with your pussy. Your body reactively tried to rise to meet his mouth, but his arms held your hips firm against the mattress. Cries of pleasure left your lips as his tongue explored your folds, coming up to flick your clit hard before licking down over your hole and back up. He was driving you mad with pleasure, the weed not helping to keep you grounded. He devoured you like a man starved. You cried out as he sucked on your clit, your own voice sounding foreign to you. “Fuck, Yeonjun!” You whined, unable to form the right words for what you wanted.

He slowed down, keeping your hips pinned as he lazily dragged his tongue around your hole. He remained there for a moment, the way your hole clenched with every pass of his wet muscle had him reaching a new high. He kissed your pussy lightly before pulling away just enough to make eye contact with you. “Fuck, Baby, you look so fucking beautiful like this, all spread out for me.” He growled, lips glistening with your juices. Another kiss to your lower lips. “You gonna cum all over my tongue, hm? Gonna make a pretty mess on my pretty lips?”

You whined desperately, too worked up to produce a proper response. And of course, Yeonjun noticed.

“You’re so cute when you’re high, it just makes me want to ruin you even more.” He lowered his lips until they were just above your folds, eyes remaining locked on yours. “Use my mouth, Baby. I want to feel you cum around my tongue.” At that, he poked his tongue around your hole before shoving it inside you. He released his grip on your thighs, allowing you to grind against his tongue as he fucked it in and out of you. His fingers pinched your clit and you suddenly came hard. He lapped at your folds, letting you ride out your orgasm, licking up every last drop of you until you began to whine from overstimulation.

You pushed his head up and admired his blown out eyes and wet lips. “Jesus, you’re something else, Choi Yeonjun,” you huffed, pulling his face towards yours, kissing him deeply. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his lips. After a moment, you pulled back slightly. “My turn to show you what my mouth can do.” He smiled wide and quickly yanked off his pants. The night was just beginning.