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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 || 𝕽𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞 (𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒) ✘¨*:·.

𝗬𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻 𝘅 𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗯!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* ･｡ﾟ// 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 : 2.7𝘬

‼️ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ‼️ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ (ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪꜰ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ), ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ, ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ

╰┈➤ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ✘ *.・˚✦

[ᵀᵃᵍˡⁱˢᵗ - @gyufemboy @beomqutie ]

~ The chill night wind rushed past you as you ran down the street. You didn’t come from a well-off area. In fact, you lived in the worst side of town. Only the strong survived here. But you weren’t strong, at least not strong enough to keep your family off you. So you ran.

It was dangerous for an 11 year old girl to be alone here, especially at night. But anything had to be better than that house of nightmares.

You came up to a gas station where the roads met, outer lights flickering and windows barred. There was a stench in the air you were all too familiar with, your eyes immediately spotting the source. You saw some people sitting on the ground behind the building, smoking cigarettes. The fire that caught your eye was lower to the ground though, burning something else.

You hid behind the dumpster before they could see you. You were too far away to make out their features, but you knew nothing good would come out of revealing yourself. You hadn’t taken much with you, just some cash you stole from your parents. And one of your dad’s hunting knives. You couldn’t take any chances. You already know of many things that have occurred on these streets. You put your hand in your pocket, gripping the knife in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

A growling broke your concentration. Something grabbed your arm, forcing your hand out of your pocket. The harshness of the grip made you drop the knife and panic immediately overtook you. “Huh, well what are you doing out so late, Sweetheart?” The man yanked you out from behind the dumpster. A large dog barked in the distance. You tried to break free from the man, but his grip remained solid. He dragged you behind the building to join the others. “Our lucky night, huh?”

“Awe, how cute.” The woman in front of you chirped. Another man stood beside her, holding back a huge hound that was viciously growling at you. She lifted the spoon and lighter closer to you, flicking the lighter on underneath. The liquid in the spoon boiled and a sickening smell released, making you gag. “Want some, Kiddo?”

You trembled in the man’s grasp. You felt his other hand reach in your pockets and pull out the small amount of money you had. “Damn, just enough for another pack of Newports.” He threw you to the ground and your knees stung when they impact the concrete. The other man brought the dog closer, so close you could feel the slobber as it growled over you. It’s eyes were savage, begging to kill.

“Tell you what,” the first man spoke up, gripping your chin to look up at the woman, who now had a syringe. “We’ll let the first time be free, but you’ll owe us for the next one. And don’t worry, money isn’t the only way to pay us back.”

You screamed and thrashed against the man as he held you down. He covered your mouth and pushed you harder onto the cement.

Until suddenly, there was no more pressure on you.

“What the fuck?!”

You looked up in time to see a small figure on top of the man. It was…a boy?

Then a gleam in the darkness.

A sickening pop. A squelching twist.

“FUCK!!”

Blood spurted as the boy pulled the knife out of the man’s body. Before you had time to react, you jumped at the sounds of gunshots and screams from behind you. The barking cut into a whelp before stopping.

You turned in time to see no more life in the open eyes of the bodies on the ground. The dog lay limp on the pavement, a dark liquid pooling around its body. A metallic odor filled your nose and your ears rang. It was hard to focus. A muted siren went off in the distance.

“Shit! Let’s go!” The boy ran up to you, gripping your wrist and yanking you from the ground. He gave you no time to recover before taking off in a run, pulling you along in his strong grip. “Come on, RUN!”

You ran as fast as you could, desperate to keep up with this strange boy, even though you were terrified of what you had witnessed. He had just killed a man, after all. The two of you bolted down the street before cutting through an alleyway. You ran into him hard as he came to a sudden stop. He didn’t let you recover before tugging at your hand to pull you up the fire escape. “Hurry!”

“I’m trying!” You squeaked as you climbed. He rushed to help you get up and onto a dark balcony. He tucked you two into the shadows and his arm reached around you, pressing you into him as you both sank down into a crouch. He motioned for you to stay silent, eyes intense in the moonlight.

You tried to quiet your breathing. You could hear plenty of cars on the street a small distance away. The sirens reappeared only to soon fade away. You started to relax. That is, until the boy’s grip on you tightened and you heard the footsteps.

A police officer appeared in the alleyway below, you could just make him out in the moonlight. You held your breath and tried to stay completely still, though your heartbeat pounded in your ears.

“Those fucking kids.” Another officer appeared next to him. “Now they’re killing homeless people? I mean, what the hell?”

“Well, at least it’s no one that’ll be missed.” The first one said. “Let’s call it a night.”

You didn’t allow yourself to breathe until their footsteps were completely gone. When the boy finally relaxed beside you was when you allowed your own body to relax. He took a deep breath before leaning his head back against the balcony wall. You looked up at the boy, suddenly feeling dizzy as everything that had just occurred hit you at once. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Hey,” you heard him say, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Shhh, it’s okay now.” He rested his head on top of yours, your face buried into his neck. It was wet. Were you crying? It was hard to focus on anything.

The boy’s strong arms stroked your back, his soft voice repeating that phrase like a mantra, until you finally calmed down. The boy waited for your heart beat to slow before cautiously letting you go. “I’m sorry.” The boy whispered. “I was about your age when I saw my first dead body.”

“Thank you,” you spoke up after a moment, “for saving me.”

The boy smiled. You finally took a moment to really look at him. He was slightly older than you. Dark hair tussled over his hooded eyes. His lips were full. Even in the dark, you could see that his smile was genuine towards you, but it did not reach his eyes. Who was this boy?

Before you were able to say anything else, his hand grasped yours and he was pulling you to your feet. “Come on, we can’t stay here.”

You didn’t argue. Where did you have to go anyway?

⟡

You followed the boy through the city, hands remaining connected. You two finally came up to a small, long-abandoned building tucked in one of the alleys. He helped you to crawl through one of the smashed windows and led you further into the building.

You entered a room without windows. The remnants of moonlight from the hole in the hallway allowed you to see two sleeping bags laid out. The boy pulled you inside, shutting the door behind you and drowning you in darkness.

“What took you guys so long?”

You jumped at the voice that came from the corner of the room. The boy scoffed, giving your hand a squeeze. “A couple cops chased us through the city.”

He leaned down and picked something off the floor. A click was your only warning before the flashlight turned on, aimed towards the new voice. Another boy. He winced as the light hit him. “Are you trying to fucking blind me?”

This boy was closer to your age. He also had dark hair but his eyes were large and piercing, only exaggerated more by his small frame. A small reflection of light brought your eyes to the gun next to him. So you had heard gunshots. Both of these boys were murderers.

“You’re pretty.”

You blinked, realizing the new boy was talking to you. You felt uncomfortable with the compliment and turned your head away.

“Thank you for being there, Taehyun,” the older boy said. “I couldn’t have handled them alone.” Taehyun. You felt the elder’s hand let go of yours, almost shocked at the sudden loneliness you felt with the loss of contact. “Hey.”

It took you a moment to notice the elder now talking to you. His hands came up to rest on your shoulders. When you still didn’t respond, his fingers caught your chin and guided your gaze to meet his. Your eyes had adjusted to the low light from the flashlight, so you easily noticed the worry in his eyes. “Uh-I-,”

“It’s ok.” He smiled down at you, releasing your chin. “You need rest.” You nodded. The adrenaline came crashing down on you and your body grew exhausted. Taehyun went to find an extra sleeping bag, leaving you two alone for a moment. “I’m really sorry that I didn’t get to you sooner.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t used to such kindness. Luckily, Taehyun reappeared, though you both looked up only to see he was empty-handed. “No luck.”

“That’s ok.” You finally spoke up. “I can sleep without one.”

“Absolutely not.” The elder countered. “You can use mine.”

“No. I don’t want you to sleep in the cold.” He had already done enough for you. You didn’t want to be any more of a burden.

“Then let’s share mine.”

Your eyes widened, but you found yourself nodding. You didn’t even know this boy’s name, let alone watching him kill a man, but you trusted him.

Taehyun got in his bag next to the two of you, turning to face away but obviously still listening. The older boy crawled into his bag, keeping it open to give you room to join him. You nestled yourself next to him, the warmth of his body engulfing you as he closed the bag. His arm wrapped around you and you tucked your face into his chest.

His scent had you feeling something you were not used to, every inhale causing you to relax more. You listened to his heartbeat, and for once, sleep was coming easy to you.

“Y/n.” You whispered to him, words slurring with your drowsiness. “My name’s Y/n.”

The boy took a deep breath, memorizing your scent. He didn’t know what made him check out the commotion. They lived in a harsh reality where bad things happened all the time. He would usually only worry about himself and Taehyun. But the moment he saw you, bruised and battered, he couldn’t look away. And when he saw them grab you, something took over in him, and he had pounced. He had to protect you. “Yeonjun.”

⟡

As the days went by, the boys kept you fed and safe. Your bond for the boys only grew over time. Late nights were filled with shared stories. Some memories were never spoken, instead only exchanged in the gazes between understanding eyes.

An 11 and 13 year old from the same foster home. Runaways, like you. Rejected from their “family,” like you. You shared more with them than they did with you, and you could tell they had more stories left untold, but you never pushed. Still, fire rose in the two boys eyes whenever they saw the marks your family had given you. Many of the bruises had faded by now, but some still remained.

The boys took it upon themselves to teach you how to survive. They taught you how to pickpocket and steal. You asked Yeonjun to teach you how to fight with a knife. Taehyun tried to teach you how to use his gun, but your nerves always got the better of you once you held it.

They were strong and warm. They never obtained a third sleeping bag and you actually found yourself grateful, feeling safest in their arms. You’ve grown addicted to their scent, even the hint of tobacco from their cigarettes. The one smell that used to have you quaking in fear now helped you fall asleep.

Some nights, the three of you went out in the city, pickpocketing drunk club-goers. Other nights, you stayed with Taehyun at the hideout while Yeonjun went out. He never said where he was going, but you also never asked. He would stay out late and you found yourself never able to sleep without the both of them there. Yeonjun usually came back before dawn, but something was always off. You could never tell quite what, nor did you ever allow him to know you were awake.

Some nights were special. The nights Yeonjun successfully stole alcohol, for example. Those nights were bright with laughs and fun. One night was filled with tears. Many nights ended with the three of you lying on the floor, arms and legs wrapped amongst each others, sleeping bags forgotten.

Sometimes there were soft kisses shared. You three never spoke of those nights come morning. It never led to more, but you still didn’t exactly understand your feelings. Still, one thing was for certain: you weren’t lonely anymore. You were safe, you were actually happy.

They promised to take you away one day, always with serious eyes, whether sober or not. One night, Yeonjun found the rough circular scars from when your father put out cigars on your arm. You spent the whole night trying to calm him down, the rage in his eyes terrifying you.

“I promise, we’ll get you as far away from them as possible.” Yeonjun gasped, arms wrapped tight around you, trying to mask that he was holding back tears of fury. “I fucking promise you, Y/n.”

Then the day came. The boys that found you were suddenly ripped away from you. You three slept soundly, right before everything went to hell.

Gunshots.

Both boys jumping to action. Taehyun grabbing you and taking off while yeonjun reached for the gun. He fired a few rounds back before following you two. The three of you ran down the alleys, gunshots unending. Then, a hit.

“Fuck!”

Yeonjun stumbled and rolled against the pavement. Red painted his calf.

“No!” Taehyun, letting go of your hand and running back to Yeonjun.

You heard a scream.

Sirens.

They showed up in minutes.

Yeonjun lying on the pavement, gripping his calf and cursing out. Taehyun, eyes feral, gun in hand.

“Freeze!”

“Drop the weapon! Hands in the air!”

When Taehyun didn’t move, Yeonjun used whatever strength he had left to knock the gun from the younger’s hands. This broke Taehyun from his rage and you watched them raise their hands in defeat. Large hands grabbed your arms and you could hear more screaming.

“Get off her!” Taehyun.

You spun around and came face to face with the officer. “Hey, isn’t this the missing girl?” Officers ran past you and you panicked when you heard the boy’s grunts but couldn’t see what was happening to them? “C’mon, your parents are probably worried sick.”

“No!” This time you felt the rawness of your scream, though you almost didn’t recognize your own voice. You fought, unsuccessful as the officer dragged you to the car. “No! Stop! Please!”

One arm broke free as he went to open the car door, allowing you to twist around. Through your tears, you watched as officers pinned your boys to the ground, handcuffing them. You couldn’t believe what was happening.

The officers placed you into the car and the door locked. You pressed against the window. They kept eye contact with you as the officers lifted them off the ground to stand. They weren’t fighting, eyes completely serious. The car started up and you felt yourself sobbing as you watched their figures fade away into the night.

©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.

❀ catgirls are ruining my life!: choi yeonjun

synopsis: it’s no coincidence, it’s a kitty-incidence - or, you dress up as a catgirl for a halloween costume party and yeonjun takes a liking to that.

pairings: yeonjun x fem!reader

warnings: oh boy. smut. fingering and oral (f receiving), mild edging, orgasm denial if you squint? overstimulation, dirty talk, pet play kink, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pet names, swearing, yeonjun makes a lot of stupid cat puns

word count: 3153

part of the halloween collaboration and @txtarcadianet ‘s smutfest!

author’s note: hey! i’m back! massive thanks to @blue6erry for helping me edit and revise this, kia ily. my first full fic.... sorry for making you wait a month for it though lol. also - if you couldn’t tell, the title is a CORPSE song. check him out if you don’t know him! he’s awesome

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granted, this wasn't something you would normally wear, but goddamnit, it was halloween and there was no way in hell you weren't going all out.

"i'm not sure why you're fidgeting," soobin muttered as the two of you pulled into the block, cars lining the street and a heavy bass thrumming through the ground even from a few houses down. "you look hot as fuck, there's no need for you to be nervous."

you adjusted your collar anxiously, giving him a sideways glance. "it's just not something i wear everyday, you know?"

the boy rolled his eyes, putting the car into park and turning to you, cocking an unamused eyebrow. "if i had any interest in you whatsoever, i'd already have jumped you. the catgirl thing suits you, dumbass, so rock it. maybe you'll finally get some dick. c'mon."

the two of you exited the car, soobin making sure to double lock it - "i don't want my car getting stolen at some college costume party" - before the two of you walked up the drive to the house, feeling the music pound in your bones with every step. soobin entered the house first, his laugh at your nose scrunch being drowned out as the two of you took in the state of the party: teenagers everywhere, the strong stench of alcohol, sweat, and weed settled like a fog in the house, the music deafening. soobin wrapped a hand around your wrist, tugging you towards the kitchen, and you let him drag you away from the crowd, immediately taking a breath of fresh air at the lack of people once the two of you were in the other room.

a group of kids glanced up when the door opened, their laughter fading for a brief moment before one of the boys' eyes flashed in recognition. "hey, soobin, glad you could make it."

"hey, guys." your best friend pulled you over to the group. "this is my friend, y/n."

you greeted the gaggle of people quietly before your eyes fell on one boy in particular, watching the way he drank your appearance in with dark eyes. he met your gaze briefly, and a rush of confidence ran through your veins at the way he smirked at you, taking a sip of his drink before turning back to the conversation. you zoned back in as soobin began introducing you to the group, finding out they were in a few of his classes as you learned their names.

"and this is choi yeonjun." your best friend gestured to the boy from earlier, dressed as a cowboy, his form-fitting black clothing straining against his biceps as he gave a little tip of the hat perched atop his bubblegum pink hair. "he's a dance major."

you cocked an eyebrow, a smile playing at your lips. "dance, huh? you must be flexible, then."

yeonjun shot you a wink. "you know it, kitten."

your lips parted in surprise at the nickname, eyes widening, and soobin snorted before elbowing you lightly. "i'll get you a drink. what do you want?"

snapping out of your slight daze, you shot him a smile. "just a soda if there is one, please."

he nodded before stepping away for a moment, yeonjun stepping over to take his place, leaning against the kitchen island and glancing at you. "not drinking?"

"not really my thing," you replied, taking the time to rake your gaze over his costume. he looked good for sure - all black, small rhinestones engraved into his cowboy hat, a chain or two circling his neck and his shirt and pants hugging his body nicely. you couldn't help the thrum of arousal that shot through you when you noticed the slits in his pants, right at his hipbones, and he laughed.

"see something you like, kitten?"

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "are you just gonna call me kitten all night?"

"if you're alright with it, yeah." the boy reached a hand up to trace the edge of one of your cat ears, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your actual ear before flicking the little bell attached to your collar. "you're really cute, honestly."

you swallowed dryly, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. "i wasn't really going for cute, but thank you."

the boy scooted a bit closer, his breath brushing lightly against the shell of your ear as he spoke, his voice lower. "would you rather i tell you you look purr-fectly gorgeous?"

the cat pun made you roll your eyes, though you couldn't help the dark blush on your cheeks and the way your heartbeat quickened. "are you flirting with me, choi?"

yeonjun took another sip of his drink, gazing at you with dark eyes as he lowered his cup. "purr-haps, sweetheart. what will you do if i am?”

you cocked an amused eyebrow, tugging lightly on one of his belt loops. “i’ll tell you i’m willing to overlook the terrible cat puns because i think you’re rather handsome, cowboy.”

he chuckled, clutching his heart. “terrible? you’ve got to be kitten me.”

"yeonjun, stop, your pet play kink is showing again,” soobin deadpanned, handing you your drink and cocking an eyebrow at the other boy as you took a sip to hide your burning face. yeonjun grinned.

"what can i say? catgirls are ruining my life."

your best friend rolled his eyes. “anyway, just so you guys know, some people are playing some dumb college sex games downstairs if you wanna go join them. thought i’d tell you all.”

the group broke up as most of the other students began to make their way to the basement, and yeonjun cocked an eyebrow at you. "what do you say? wanna join them?"

you nodded, pushing off the counter. "yeah. i mean, why else would i be here if not to get laid?"

yeonjun stepped out of the kitchen first, and you followed behind him, letting him lead you to where a group of kids had sprawled across some couches and the floor. he took a seat on one of the couches, watching you as you glanced around the circle only to pull a blank as to where to sit.

"kitten." you glanced at yeonjun, who patted his lap. "you can sit here, if you’d like."

you hesitated, and he seemed to notice.

"you can say no. the offer is there for you, but do what you're comfortable with."

fuck it.

the boy's eyes widened when you rounded the couch, his arms wrapping lightly around your waist as you sat in his lap, and his breath fanned against your ear making you shiver -, something that didn't go unnoticed by him. his fingers drifted lower, tracing lightly against your thigh, and he leaned in to your ear.

“is this okay?”

you nodded, relaxing against his body as the game started, choosing to observe the round of truth or dare that ensued. your head felt fuzzy with yeonjun’s hands on your bare skin, your focus barely on the game before someone said your name and you snapped back to reality.

“hm?”

“truth or dare?” soobin asked, cocking an eyebrow challengingly, and you snorted.

“obviously dare.”

your best friend leaned forward, his eyes bright with mischief. “okay. play seven minutes in heaven with yeonjun.”

the thought made your body heat up with excitement, and you quickly stood, turning to offer a hand to yeonjun. he took it without hesitation, letting you pull him into the coat closet before shutting the door and bathing you both in darkness. the noise of the party drowned out as you adjusted to the lack of light, blinking a few times before yeonjun came into focus. soobin called out that he was starting the timer, and you met yeonjun’s eyes

"are you sure about this?" he asked quietly, searching your gaze, and you nodded, letting your back lean fully against the wall of the closet. he didn't move, still hesitant, and you reached up to flick the bell of your collar teasingly, watching his eyes darken before he was crossing the closet to kiss you.

his lips were firm, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he parted his mouth against yours, sighing when you did the same. his tongue traced lightly against the seam of your lips, encouraging you to grant access, and you did, your fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair as he pressed closer. his grip on your hips tightened, one hand slipping down to grip your thigh, and you whined when he pulled back, both of your breaths coming out in soft pants and his lips red and swollen. he reached up to brush his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down lightly before dragging his finger down to tug on your collar experimentally, biting his lip when your eyes fluttered and your breath hitched.

“fucking hell,” yeonjun breathed before leaning in to press his lips under your jaw, beginning to suck and nip at your throat as your grip tightened in his hair, pink and purple marks blooming under his lips as he made his way up and down the expanse of your neck. you couldn’t help the soft mewl that escaped when he suckled on your collarbone, hearing his moan vibrate against your clavicle when you reached down to palm him through his jeans.

“can i finger you?” he mumbled against your skin, pulling away to meet your gaze, and you nodded quickly, letting him guide your thighs apart before his fingers were dipping under your skirt.

the first brush of his digits against your panties had you melting against the wall of the closet, and yeonjun swore, bracing himself with an elbow next to your head as he leaned down to your ear.

“you’re so fucking wet already,” he growled, nipping your earlobe lightly as he pushed your panties to the side, finally coming into contact with your folds. “god, you’re dripping, kitten, this wet from just a little teasing?”

yeonjun traced his finger along your slit, relishing in the way you whimpered and panted, your fingers tangled in his cotton candy hair tightening as he began to ease a digit inside of you.

“fuck, yeonjun,” your voice broke, eyes rolling back as he pressed against your walls, curling his finger lightly and making your hips jump. “god- just like that, please.”

“you’re so fucking tight, baby. been waiting for someone to come tame you, huh? just wanted some relief, didn’t you?” he pressed another finger alongside the first, curling them deliciously against your spot to coax more moans from your kiss-swollen lips. you buried your face in the crook of his neck, muffling your whimpers as he pressed his thumb against your clit; he began to grind it against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and you felt your orgasm begin to rush up-

and then it was all gone.

“time’s up, baby,” yeonjun told you with an innocent grin, smoothing your skirt back down with his clean hand as the sounds of the group outside the closet came flooding back, hearing a timer going off. he winked at you before popping his fingers into his mouth, and you watched, dazed and desperate, as he sucked your juices off his fingers, his eyes fluttering shut as a gush of arousal soaked through your panties. before he could open the closet door, your hand was wrapped firm around his wrist.

“wait, b-but- is that it?” you could almost feel the tears welling in your eyes as your impending orgasm began to fade, and yeonjun chuckled, licking his lips.

“do you want it to be?” at the frantic shake of your head, he slipped his hand into yours, tugging lightly. “then follow me.”

he opened the door to the closet, guiding you out before leading you up the stairs and out of the house. the chilly october air bit at your skin and the wetness on your inner thighs as you followed him to his car. he helped you settle into the passenger seat before rounding the hood and climbing into the driver’s side. yeonjun started the car, the engine rumbling to life before he was turning, leaning over the middle console to pull you into a bruising kiss. you couldn’t help but moan weakly at the faint taste of yourself on his tongue, feeling him smirk against your lips before he pulled away and began to drive.

it didn’t take him long to find an abandoned parking lot, the only light coming from the moon, and he pulled in, setting the car in park before turning to you. “backseat okay?”

“more than okay.” you unbuckled, crawling into the back of his car, watching him step out of the driver’s side before sliding into the backseat with you, shutting and locking the door.

there were a few beats of dead silence, the two of you just looking at eachother until you finally snapped, gripping his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. he growled, pressing you against the backseat, fumbling in the dark for a moment before you felt the seat give out behind you and you were pushed backwards, opening your eyes to find yeonjun putting the seats down. he shifted you with ease, helping you lay back properly before scooting between your legs, his hands running up and down your thighs.

“can i eat you out?”

you whimpered at his words, shifting restlessly against the seats. “god, fuck yes.”

yeonjun reached for your skirt, tugging at the waistband, and at your nod of approval he pulled it off, his fingers hooking around the band of your panties before tugging them down and off your legs as well. he guided your legs open, swearing at the sight of your dripping folds before ducking his head down to press his lips against your inner thigh. you jerked at the touch, feeling his breath fan over your heat before he pressed his tongue against your folds, making your eyes roll back.

“holy shit, yeonjun.”

he traced your slit with his tongue, gathering your wetness on his lips before wrapping them tightly around your clit and sucking hard, and you moaned, reaching down to grip his mop of pink hair and press him more firmly against your heat. he didn’t seem to mind, beginning to eat you out eagerly, his nose digging into your pubic bone as he suckled on your clit hungrily, and you could barely register the fact that you were blabbering.

“fuck, yeonjun, feels so good- please, please, fingers-“

he obeyed, teasing his finger at your slit before sliding it inside, quickly adding another and curling it against your sensitive spot. your lost orgasm came rushing back up embarrassingly fast, your body trembling in his hold, and he seemed to notice, pulling away to say two words.

“cum, kitten.”

your back arched as you came with a moan, white flashing across your vision as your grip tightened on yeonjun’s hair. he didn’t let up, doubling down on your clit, a third finger joining the others to press against your walls deliciously, and you cried out weakly at the overstimulation, writhing in his hold. the overwhelming feeling soon melted into pleasure, though, and within moments he had coaxed another orgasm out of you, drinking in the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your lips parted in a moan. yeonjun finally pulled away from the apex of your thighs, licking his lips before wiping them with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and hungry.

“you good? want to keep going?”

you nodded. “yeah. yeah, i wanna keep going.”

the boy straightened, kicking off his boots before yanking off his shirt, knocking his hat to the ground as he began to fumble with his jeans. you threw your shirt off as well as your bra, reaching for the ears before yeonjun shook his head.

“keep the ears and collar on, kitten.”

you let your hands fall from the ears, watching him undo his jeans before eyeing his cock hungrily when he finally freed himself from the constraints of his pants, and he snorted at your expression.

“like what you see?”

“very much so,” you replied, brushing your thumb against his slit to gather the precum budding there before popping your thumb in your mouth, sucking his flavor off of your digit. yeonjun swore lowly, reaching into his pants and pulling out a condom, and you laid back against the seats as he tore the foil open and slid the rubber on. he smiled approvingly when you spread your legs for him, stepping between them and lining himself with your entrance before pushing in.

he eased in slowly, taking his time until his hips were flush with yours and your cunt was pulsing around his member, your breath coming in soft pants and whimpers as you adjusted to his size. yeonjun leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, stroking your bare sides comfortingly until you gave him a nod, his hands stopping at your waist as he began a steady pace.

his thrusts were slow but rough, dizzying in the way he pressed against your walls so deliciously, and his moans muffled against your skin only made you clench around him, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. you could feel the beginnings of a third orgasm building up in your abdomen, a burning heat spreading through your veins as you gripped his shoulders, moans and cries tumbling freely past your lips.

“close?” he breathed, his voice husky, and you nodded, crying out when he picked up the pace. the windows were fogged with condensation, thick droplets rolling down the glass, and there was no doubt that anyone who passed would know what was happening, but you didn’t care.

“c’mon, kitten, wanna make you purr.” yeonjun reached down to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it nice and hard, and your vision exploded with stars, your orgasm blindingly hot as it hit you. his pace began to falter before he, too, reached his orgasm, and you moaned weakly at the warm feeling of his cum filling the condom before he collapsed against you. it was silent for a moment as the both of you caught your breaths, basking in the warmth of eachother before yeonjun pulled out, chuckling when you whined at the loss of contact. he disposed of the condom easily, draping himself back over your body and wrapping his arms around you, and you snorted, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair.

“thanks for that,” you mumbled, curling against his body as the cold began to set in. yeonjun chuckled.

“no problem. you were paws-itively incredible.”

you turned to meet his gaze, giving him an unimpressed look. “we just had sex and you’re making cat puns? really?”

he grinned. “yep. and fur-tunately for you, i have even more i haven’t used yet.”

heaven and back

pairing: soft dom!yeonjun/sub!afab reader

summary: you and your friend yeonjun get high and decide to try something new :)

warnings: drug use (weed), mutual masturbation, oral sex (f. recieving), corruption kink maybe?, use of color system, squirting, overstimulation (but really only bc everything is overstimulating when ur high HAHA)

word count: 2k

a/n: i love yeonjun and weed <3

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