Never Have I Ever (M)

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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⫘⫘⫘ 𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚? ─✦⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⊹☽₊˚.⊹*·˚⊹*·˚

༊·˚ 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖘 ♡ 𝟚𝟟 🎧 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𖦹

╰┈➤ asks : open

╰┈➤ 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 : 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 (𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦)

‼️ ⚠︎︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ⚠︎︎ ‼️— ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ 18+ ᴍᴅɴɪ 🔞

♆ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟꜱ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ

♆ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢᴇ, ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ

♆ 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡

[ 🖤 ] — 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

[ ☕️ ] — 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

˚·*⊹˚·*⊹˙˚₊☽ ⊹⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘✦─ ¿slıʌǝp ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ uǝʌƎ ¿ʇɥɓıl ǝq ǝɹǝɥʇ plnoM ⫘⫘⫘

𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 “𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭?”

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭.

PART TWO.

pairing: bad boy!beomgyu x fem reader x yeonjun.

genre: polyamory, runaways, smut, strict parents, hurt/comfort, set in mid 00’s.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: profanity, mature themes, abuse, violence, alcohol consumption, jealousy, kiss between underage characters.

a/n: hi guys! this story will have two parts, a before and an after. originally, this was going to be something else, but when i started writing it, this whole other thing came out, and i mean who am i to stop it lol but pls give it a chance, i promise the wait for the second part will be well worth it! ty 🤍

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

In your little town, with the waterless river, and the train station with no trains—time didn’t exist there. You seemed to always remain that ten year old girl, that had run away from home. The one that got lost in the forest for three days, and came out someone else.

Summer would always be for them. The ones that found you—your boys. Filthy, bruised, scrawny boys with scratched up knees, and wide smiles. The brothers that shared no name. When the police saw you emerging from the woods close to the highway, they immediately took them away, and wrapped you in pastel blankets.

You had screamed then, cried and begged. Your mother was devastated, taking in your shocking state, unable to shake the feeling that her daughter had died. The you that stood there was a different beast.

And it belonged to them. The ones being led into the police vehicle, the ones that had been staring at you the whole time with serious eyes—eyes that spoke of your time in the trees, eyes that had promised to take you away one day.

No one ever spoke a word about those three days. Your mother had tried psychiatrist, after psychiatrist, but to no avail. Your mouth was zipped. Middle school passed by in a blur, your mind occupied completely with the thoughts of bright greens, and blackberry bushes.

You didn’t see them again until your first day of high school. They had been older than you, already in their fourth year. Rumors about them being in a cult ran rampage—others said they were drug dealers for the local gang. So many stories, told like fairytales; your boys were infamous characters, with many adventures.

You didn’t see them again until your first day of high school. They had been older than you, already in their fourth year. Rumors about them being in a cult ran rampage—others said they were drug dealers for the local gang. So many stories, told like fairytales; your boys were infamous characters, with many adventures.

Adventures—you knew of one. A girl, lying in mud, scared and teary eyed, saved by two knights that fed her berries, and played castle with her. There had been kisses, soft and stolen, but you’d rather not think of those. You understood none of it—not how you felt, or what you did.

You had been alone before. Never again after meeting them.

You learn their names through whispers of girls with nothing better to do than giggle about teenage boys. You’ve never giggled in your life. Your father was made of the blackest nightmares, you carried your mothers stinging hand with you everywhere.

Being lost hadn’t been nearly as bad as living in your house. Sometimes you wonder what is the point of any of it—the roof over your head, the dinner time. The pretending, and the beaten into silence.

You always knew your life wouldn’t be a small life.

Beomgyu, you write on your window sill one night. Yeonjun.

Your echoes.

They had noticed you, of course.

You looked the exact same, but taller. Hair always covering your face, walking along corners, careful not to alert anyone of your existence. Quiet as still water, sky with no wind.

Yeonjun had wanted to go to you, an utmost force pulling him towards you. He had wanted to apologize, to explain their disappearance, words ready to spill out, eyes to meet yours, see the softness, the clearness of them. No judgement, no bashing.

A clean slate—his second chance. He’d never stopped thinking about you once. His mind was already running—Beomgyu halted him, hand on shoulder.

“She’ll come to us.” A look between brothers.

An understanding deeper than shared blood—a pact.

For the next weeks, both boys had become your shadow, though you had no idea. You’d tried to carry on with living life as it was, dark and desolate. As far as you knew, the knights had forgotten you, or did not care anymore, and that realization had hit you like a ton of bricks. Your castle in the forest had crumbled.

You had to find your own escape now. Beomgyu had felt the change in you—he’d followed you to your house every night, had seen the deep sigh, the shut of your eyes, before you turned the key, opened the door.

He had pictured, since that day your mother had hugged you, muddy and fighting against her, that you had loving parents, a big house with a white fence, and a dog that had been in the family since before you were born. Perhaps a sibling. He had held onto that make believe fantasy throughout the years, behind walls, convincing Yeonjun along with himself.

He had wanted to believe that, because he brought you back. He had taken your hand, leading you out, believing that was the right thing, because you had been so kind to them. A girl as kind as you had to come from a good family, a family that loved you very much.

If that had not been true, the guilt would be unbearable. He had only given you up, because your words were a warmth he’d never felt. Because those three days had meant everything to him and his brother; they had been boys that knew nothing but blood, and misery. Boys that had travelled a long road, nothing to their name, exhausted and starved.

In a way, you had guided them out of that forest, too.

Beomgyu spent entire nights in his car, parked across from your place, watching, observing. Your bedroom was the one on the far left, and the light turned off around two am—what he assumed to be the other bedroom, your parents’, went dark earlier, the entire neighborhood under a thick blanket of silence.

That’s how, one night, he came to see your father slapping you across the face. It happened downstairs, by the big window, shadows moving fervently behind the curtains, and then suddenly—the smack. He recognized it clear as day, recalled it in all his memories.

He had left you to the wolves. Yeonjun had been right all along—no girl willingly stays gone, no girl begs stranger boys to play with her, bruises covering her body, dried tears staining her cheeks.

You disappeared from view, and the two figures went after you. Beomgyu was on the edge of his seat, hand on the door handle, ready, phone speed dialing Yeonjun.

“What happened?”

“That son of a bitch—her fucking father. He abuses her.”

Pregnant pause, static. “Fuck—fuck! I’m on my way, go. Fuck, Beom, I fucking told you, goddamnit—I’m on my way.”

Beomgyu went. He knew he could get arrested for trespassing, thrown back into juvie for what he was about to do, but this was you. This was about you; the kind, pretty girl that’s bled through his entire life. The one he played knight for—the one that showed him there’s love somewhere in him, despite the holes, and rot—despite the weeds, and storms.

The one that held you when you cried yourself dry, begging for them to take you with them, wherever they went, whatever they were.

“I’m done, I’m done—” You came rushing out, hands flailing about you, face contorted in hurt, a big red mark on your cheek.

Oh, hell no.

“Hey!” He called out, running towards you.

You turned to his voice, eyes widening, recognizing. Your father appeared after you, arm extended, grabbing you by the hair, forcing you back. You screamed, and almost tripped, trying to get away.

“Let her go!”

Beomgyu was not proud of who he was; he had a very erratic personality, always did did did without thinking, which nine times out of ten cost him big time. He blamed it on his childhood, and possibly his genes— his father had been a raging alcoholic, abusive to his mother, angry at the world, and his mom—his mom was an airhead, a good for nothing whore. Together, they made him—years of abuse, and neglect, until finally he found Yeonjun, and even then that gaping hole he had been born with, never filled, never closed.

Sometimes Beomgyu made bad decisions. This was one of them.

“Who the fuck are you, boy?” Your father dragged you in the house, eyes red, an animal waiting to pounce.

He knew this person well. This was his dad, and Yeonjun’s dad, and every other good for nothing piece of shit, that abused their children. They all had the same face, and they all deserved to die most painful deaths.

“None of your fucking business, old man.” His fist flew, no second thought, landing on your father’s jaw.

The man groaned and almost fell back, but quickly regained his balance, and grabbed Beomgyu by his shirt. The young boy knew what came after that, had lived it a thousand times, so he smiled a bright smile. A manic smile.

“Who the fuck,” punch “do you think,” kick “you are, you little punk?!”

Blood shot in his mouth, back raw against the pebbled driveway; he took all your dad had to give, all his anger, all the filth, so you didn’t have to. So you’d be safe, at least for tonight.

“Dad, no, get off him!” A flicker of your hair from his peripheral vision.

He wanted to call out to you, wanted to tell you it’s okay, he’s here now, he’ll be there from now on, always—but his head got smashed against the concrete, and it was getting hard to focus.

Police sirens went off in the distance, and tires screeched. Yeonjun couldn’t run fast enough. It was all happening in slow motion it seemed—your mom trying to take your dad off Beomgyu but getting pushed away, you, sobbing, grabbing on the old man’s shirt, pulling, ripping—neighbors coming out of their houses, curious, shocked to see the scene playing out—after all you had been such a quiet household—Beomgyu refusing to fight back, in fear of hurting you.

A fuming Yeonjun, tearing your dad off his brother, throwing him across the lawn, panting, seeing red.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her again, you fucking prick. Be glad your daughter is in front of you. If we ever see you again, you’re fucking dead, you hear me? Mark my words, old man.”

He picked up his brother from the ground, bloody and half unconscious, and supported his weight, walking him to the car, sprawling him across the back seat. The sirens appeared closer then.

They had to leave.

You never moved from your place, too shocked, too drained to react to any of it. It had gone so wrong—the one time you managed to retaliate, to run, and even then, unsuccessful, fucked beyond imagination.

And your knights—back, ready to defend. Real, and coming to the rescue. They didn’t forget about you, they came. Nothing had ever mattered as much as this. This was everything.

“We’ll come for you,” Yeonjun promised you, that night, a hand stretched out to you, pulling you up and on him.

A cool kiss against your forehead, your mother’s mouth hanging open, a sizzling anger taking over her features.

“I swear to you, we’ll take you from here.”

“I knew it was you!” Your mother yelled, as one of the neighbors held her back. “Bring me back my daughter! Take this monster with you! She is not my flesh and blood…”

A panic attack wrapped around the woman, squeezing out tears and hysteria. Yeonjun watched as every word coming out stabbed you in the chest, hit you in the gut.

He knew they’d made the wrong choice taking you back, all those years ago. He felt it, like he felt that gravitational pull the day he saw you again. They were important, because they would be the ones to take you away from all this.

But you were too young, and they were about to get arrested again. Yeonjun eased the death grip he had on your hand—your haunted look was killing him, but he would be no help behind bars.

“I’d rather cut my hand off than leave you behind again.”

He was gone, as the police cars circled around your house.

For the next two years, everyone would talk about the incident. It had spread like wildfire, and soon your parents boarded themselves up in that house, forcing you to do the same thing.

You were only to go to school, and come straight back. And school had been Hell on earth—the teachers looked at you with such pity, the secret finally out—poor (Y/N), who could’ve known—but the reality is, they could’ve. They could’ve stopped it, if they had cared a little more. Your classmates avoided you like the plague, but that had always been fine with you. No questions to deal with, no mocking, no false pretenses.

They’d vanished overnight, it’d seemed. Seasons came and went, birthdays with no candles, one endless stream of black and white; you thought you’d lost your mind. Everything appeared to you dull, lifeless. You cared for nothing—even the fighting stopped. No more bruises to blame everything to, no more of anything. Nothing.

It was as if you had buried yourself alive. Your parents acted as if you weren’t there, and day by day, you started believing it—your body had turned into a ghost body. Words never bubbled inside you anymore, you had no desire to speak to anyone.

You counted down the days until they’d come. Sophomore, junior year. You were doing the haunting, you were playing into the horror of semi existing, because one day none of it would matter. You’d be far away from there, with your knights, and the world would regain its color, the sun would shine again.

You’d be aloud to break the muteness, veil lifted, lungs properly used.

But summer of your last year rolled around, and there had still been no word, no sight of them anywhere. You understood—they were already nineteen, and you were still a minor. You’d seen the fear in Yeonjun’s eyes, when the sirens neared.

Any day now, you wrote on that same window sill.

That day didn’t come until after graduation.

Late in the evening of your eighteenth birthday, a black car was parked in front of your school. It was a vintage model, something from an 80’s murder mystery movie.

Standing in front of it, in your gown, you saw them. Both there, real, smiling at you through the windshield.

They had come. They had come. Finally—finally you’d be free.

Running wasn’t fast enough. You stopped next to the passenger window, Beomgyu watching your every move. His hair was longer, darker. Real.

“How was the party?” Yeonjun asked from the drivers seat, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

Your cheeks were wet, heart elated. You entered the car with no hesitation, jumping in the front, limbs awkward, skinning your knee on the way. Your arms wrapped around Beomgyu, his own squeezing you tight against him.

“Boring,” you replied, voice muffled, pressed against his neck. “What took you so long?”

“We’re here now,” Yeonjun said, starting the car. “You’re with us now.”

They helped you through the back of your house, and you sneaked into your room, packing a small bag with a couple things. You didn’t need much, if anything at all. You just needed to get the hell away from there, that small life, that torture house. Going down the window, you noticed the way Yeonjun stared at you—with those serious eyes, like all those years ago, in the forest.

This would be it. You’d follow them anywhere now. You didn’t look back once.

Your parents never searched for you. It would be useless, anyway—you weren’t theirs anymore, not since the woods.

You belonged to them, now. And they’d take care of you with their lives, knights sworn to no one but you.

Any yeonjun hard thoughts pls 😮‍💨😮‍💨

dacryphilia with yeonjun will always break him. he's the type where if he sees you crying while moaning his name it'd boost his ego. he loves how he has fucked you dumb and overstimulated you with pleasure. this correlates with him being on a more possessive stance specially if he's really into you.

"is my little whore loving the way i fuck her?" he asked you. caressing your tear stained face. pleased with how messy you've become under him. he'd flip you over, bending you so that your back is pressed on his back.

"what? you're just going to cry?" he mocked you. pace unrelenting from behind. he held your chin firmly. before pulling your hair towards him. making you moan in both pleasure and pain.

"you should see how messy you're being. i bet you won't recognize how much of a whore you've become." he told you. letting your hair go, before pressing your back towards the mattress.

"you're so pretty like this." he told you. watching you cry his name in pleasure.

༊*·˚₊✧.˚♡─ 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 ? ───.・☾⋆˚•°. *࿐

ONE-SHOTS

✧ 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 [txt] // 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴

⋆* ˚✦ °.⋆────𝓘𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 ─⋆*:⋆✘⋆.»⋆*･ﾟ✦.⋆*

‼️ [ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ & ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ ‼️

ONE-SHOTS

✦ 𝕐𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕟 [txt] // 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮

✦ 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠 [skz] // 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨

FICS

✦ 𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 (𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚) [txt // yeonjun, taehyun]

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.