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elaichoi · 5 months

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SIMPLE-MINDED. choi soobin.

# PAIRING: YANDERE!SOOBIN X FEM! READER! ﹏ 𖤐 ⋆ 𓈒 ভয় আবহ. ❟ SYNOPSIS: ❛ soobin is a simple man with simple thinking. life's not as complicated as one makes it to be—so when you, the object of his affection, find someone else pretty enough. soobin has just the simple idea to change your mind—which is, well obvious by ruining his face! ❜

# CONTENT WARNING! violence, mentions of blood and slashing, manipulation, usage of cannibalistic means to describe desire, knife, yandere!soobin, lovesick!soobin, praise kink! male receiving, enabler!reader, lack of empathy, breast play, dry humping, cunninglingus, sexual intercourse with no protection. WC 3.2K

“messy”

you tched, the corner of your lips perked in a condescending smirk as you assessed the disheveled state of the man who proclaimed to love you, and the badly concealed knife he was trying to hide from your languid gaze.

you made a scene out of it. your eyes deliberately moving from his face to his shaking arms he had hidden behind himself.

“you're so messy soobin” you pouted, inching closer to him. his shakey gasps seemed clear with each step you took towards his trembling body—he was such a hypocrite, acting as though he were an innocent lamb when he had just done something that couldn't be done by someone less than a vile human.

soobin stood there, awaiting your warmth to embrace him—although he knew you wouldn't touch him, you had said so yourself. but he still couldn't help himself but yearn, unable to stop himself from reaching out to you phantom touch, albeit retracting within a second, afraid he'd burn himself in your aura.

“couldn't help it huh?” you teased, the smirk marred with cruel intentions, you put the tip of your index finger below his chin, lifting it to see his inhumane eyes, “you should have at least taken care of the blood on it.”

you reached behind him, grabbing the knife from grasp and he let you without any sort of fight, spilling himself onto the palm of your hands, and the cold handle of the knife was stolen away by you.

“whose blood is it?”

“jaehyun’s.”

you grin at his fast response. you were aware whose blood is it, but you wanted to hear it from himself—despite rolling in the pit whatever hell he had crawled out of, he always made you wonder how further he could crawl back into it for his selfish purpose. perhaps you weren't that much better than him, but you pretended like you were—at least you wouldn't get your hands dirty, unlike the man in front of you.

“you liked his face, didn't you?” soobin didn't wait for you to ask him the questions; rather he seemed too eager to let you know what he had done,“ I'm sure you wouldn't anymore. “

your stomach dropped when you saw soobin grin, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears like the inevitable call doom, sinking the cold into your bones, etching the shiver on your back.

you smiled back, “what did you do?"

soobin graciously returned the favor back to you, “why don't I show you?”

he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, cheerfully growing through his phone like it's the most casual request you had asked of him—he seemed relaxed all of a sudden, almost too cheerful.

“I didn't fatally wound him, “ soobin reassured you, “just added a little decoration on his face.”

he turned the phone to show you and on it was a blurry picture of someone laying on the ground with blood emanating off their face, although it wasn't easy to identify but you could tell it was jaehyun.

soobin snatched his phone back, “ just a little slash on his cheek, nothing else.” he explained, “called the ambulance too. I didn't want to kill him after all.”

“now, “ he turned his attention to you, the man who stood before you a few moments ago now completely vanished and on his stead, the person standing in front of you was far crueller than you could imagine, “do you like his face?��

or maybe he's just insane.

soobin was threatening you—the thread of jaehyun’s life depending upon the word that itched the tip of your tongue. one word to his displeasure and he wouldn't hesitate to plunge the same knife back into jaehyun’s throat. the man who stood in front of you wasn't afraid—it wasn't the bravado of a lover but the carelessness of a madman, he would go hound his prey no matter how much they try to hide themselves from him, all he required is one motive and that is where you stood.

donning a similar smile, you cock your head to marvel at the blood that was beginning to dry on the blade of the knife in your hands. a truant sound escaping your lips once you picked yo his gaze that was assessing your each gesture, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you looked down, and the color of the rouge on your cheeks that appeared lively in the dead of the night.

“wouldn't they find you?”

a sardonic smirk etched soobin's comely lips, he shook his head in a no, “jaehyun didn't see my face,”

“why?” he pressed—not a line of shame on his face, the blue of his consequences nowhere near catching the fleeting sense of his conscience, rather he seemed exuberant. soobin's eyes shining like the moon as he demanded to know whether the question was meant for him, something out of love for his welfare, “are you worried for me?”

worried for him? you gazed down on the knife in your hands, at least my fingerprints wouldn't matter.

“why did you come to find me?” you ignore him, “did you want compliments for this?”

“yes.”

he is sick, you knew he was sick and you let him get away with it.

“do you like jaehyun’s face now?” he questioned one again, boring his intense gaze into yours, refusing to let go.

you shook your head.

soobin was suffocating, and volatile. you were aware that he wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, twistedly enough it would be akin to something scarring he truly adored and he couldn't accept it. but the nature of your answer rested on the safety of jaehyun. you were partly to blame for his situation right now—despite knowing the man's tendencies, and you let it get this far knowing what could be one of the outcomes once you push him far enough.

he smiled gleefully—it made you retch. but how different were you actually from him?

you both rejoiced in what you could control—the difference lying where he knew how to give up anything that came to you, and you liked controlling the ledge he had been swinging upon—a borderland of truly far gone. you longed to see how far he could go until the path to coming back had been blurred despite knowing what kind of consequence it would bear for you as well.

“could i kiss you?” soobin asks softly. the ravenous intent melting like in the snow in your grasp. his body closer than before, stalking like thanatos’s conquest.

“hmm,” you murmur in affirmation, seconds to compose yourself before his cold hands cradle your face. his palm taking in the gentleness of your flesh as though he had been kept deprived all his life, only getting to touch a piece of heaven after he had proven himself.

you were swaying such a bad expectation for him to grasp on.

perhaps you were the problem; instead of filling your veins with disgust, the warmth of his breath weaned down the cathartic dam that had been keeping all these diabolic—carnal instincts hidden.

soobin's bottom lip touched yours in a prayer of approval, barely grazing the softness with his sinful ones. you let him in, taking the step to put an end to his hesitation; taking the tender flesh of his lip between your teeth, you awaited for the moment to sink in. you put your arms around his neck to bring him closer, the knife still tightly held in your grasp. he finally relented, taking your upper lip and sucking onto it as if it felt like a taste of amaranthine.

the kiss was everything that you both weren't—wearing a mask of desperation that felt too pure to ricochet off your souls that was nothing but layers of filth—home to the scarlet heart beating within the cage of thorns laced with poison. who says monsters are incapable of love?

you two certainly deny the ancient saying. the fervour as he matches his lips to your rhythm was his nothing short of a choir—the taste of your saliva dancing like nectar on his tongue.

“i want you so much,” soobin confesses, a sizzle at the end of his words, with a touch of regret as he holds you closer, and closer to his body. the barrier of clothes between you two tearing into his flesh like barbs. he is burning from within and he holds you like he means it. his hand sliding off your cheeks to your tender neck and then to the small of your back to hold you chest to chest—a futile attempt to consume you.

soobin wants to devour without sinking his teeth in, fearing the droplets of rubies only when it comes to you but he'd gleefully tear the world apart if it meant he'd earn your approval.

the knife falls onto the floor of your living room with clang, setting off the chain reaction that has him backing you on any sort of surface that he could lay you on—which happens to be your couch. he is on top of you, the lips still attached to your as he undoes his hoodie and hugs you closer. his body was molding onto yours—chest pressed up against each with so much pressure, it was slowly getting too hard to breath. he didn't care about that though—you had given him his signal and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.

soobin moves to the corner of your lips, peppering with mindless butterfly kisses as he goes on to remove the top you were airing, you aid him by raising your arms and letting him take off. the separation of mere seconds has been keening for more as he cradles your waist with little gap between two bodies on top of the couch.

he dives into the valley of your breast on top of your bra like a hungry man, nuzzling deep into the warming, burrowing for more with hands snuck deep in his hair controlling his movements. his searing hands roaming around your waist, soaking up the tenuous skin. his fingers stopping on the buttons of your jeans, quickly undoing it. he helped you shimmy it off until the pants were accompanying your blouse on the ground.

soobin kisses your jaw—his fingers rubbing on your nipples from on top of the bra until they were poking out and you sighed, unable to take the teasing. to ease your discontent, he scooped your boobs out from on top of your bra, his fingers playing with the perky nubs. you moaned when his wet, yet hot mouth engulfed one of them. you clenched into the tuft of hair, pulling his head back but your retaliation only ignited his hunger as he swirled his tongue around your nipple while his other fingers were busy pulling onto the other one. you groaned in pleasure as you felt the feeling build up in the pit of your stomach, it was so achingly delicious—your quickening breath was like a melody to his ears.

pressing his hardened crotch on top of your clothed mound, rubbing deliberately slowly to create friction, and just a little bit to drive you crazy.

you pulled onto soobin’s hair, the pleas dying into your throat and only arising as muffled moans. you were wrapped around his rotten trick—you sacrificed yourself to his trap.

soobin pulled back, meeting your fucked out gaze with his half hooded eyes, his tongue still laying flat on top of your nipple, while the other was enclosed in his grasp, “praise me,”

you closed your eyes, taking deep breathings through your nose. your head was pulled back as you tried to control yourself, but that perverted movement of his crotch on your wet pussy was too much to deny, “you feel so good,” you gritted.

“give me more,” soobin demanded, his fingers sneaking where his crotch and your pussy met. his fingers pried open your folds on top of the clothes, which was basically useless now due to your essence. he pressed his index finger on top of your nub, “do i really?”

you nodded, pressing your lips together, your hands coming to his shoulder to slightly push him off. soobin popped your nipples out of his mouth and replaced it with the finger that was in you panties, all while looking at you with those carmine intentions of his—like he wants to eat you. he was like a whiplash, you could never figure him out. never pick up when he was the puppy wagging his tail in your hands, or the monster that conspired to tear the flesh off your bones and consume it raw.

“you make me feel so fucking good, “ you take his name, giving him what he wants. he grin before sliding downwards to face your ruined panties, your essence dripping all over your thigh.

soobin peeks his tongue out, licking onto the juice that was smeared around your womanhood, making sure not to waste a bit of the ambrosia, moaning into your flesh, driving you closer to the edge of the cliff as he inched towards your entrance. sliding the panty aside, he marvelled at the sloppy sight of it. the mess he had created.

you were right, he was messy.

soobin nuzzled his nose into your entrance with no warning, urging you to gasp as the sensations crashed into you at once—his hot tongue licking stripes on your entrance as his nose pressed onto your nub. you scrambled to sit up and take a hold of his head.

“you taste so fucking amazing,” he groaned into your pussy. the waves of his words sending you to another course of insanity. the white heat that had been building up in your stomach was so, so close to bursting. he increased his pace, lapping into your pussy like a hungry beast, taking all of. the nectar he could collect. he could die there, he used his fingers to penetrate you as the tip of his tongue played around with your clit. you warm hole sucking him in as if it was its second nature. he keeps up the pace until. you're writhing into his mouth, trying to get away from his flat tongue that laid on your clit. he had a death grip on your backside, helping you calm down in his mouth so he wouldn't dare waste a single lick.

“please,” you gasped, your hand trying to get away from soobin’s mouth as you calmed down from the high. your chest was heaving from the repercussion. he didn't reply, his gaze was set on top of your pussy that was still in front of his mouth like a prized possession. both of his hands were under your thighs to have you in the closest proximity of his mouth so he could taste your pussy as much as he could. the tip of his tongue despite not meeting your pussy yet, it created a line of his spit from his tongue to your clit, dribbling until your hole. that was still clenching from the earlier orgasm.

“its so cute,“ he murmured to himself. soobin took two of his fingers and brushed it on your clit before pressing onto your hole until it sank inside and you raised your ass without your realising upon his sudden action. he smirked, and looked at your with a curiously morbid look.

“you want something to fill you up?” soobin questioned, pressing his fingers deeper into your pussy, making you chest raise off the couch at the pressure, “something bigger?” he teased.

you wanted it, you wanted something bigger. there was no denying, you were too far gone.

you reply in a meek yes and within a second his fingers were out of your pussy, replaced by the heaviness of his dick that was still wrapped in his boxer, albeit the black material sopping weight with his precum.

soobin ran his hands over the head of his dick on top of the wet boxer, lulling his back with a groan.

“you see what you do to me?” he taunted you, rubbing his dick on top of the boxer, before finally taking both the pants and boxer out. his dick springing out and laying flat on his stomach with it's angry red bulbous head staring right at you. his fingers cupped his balls as he came down and pressed his dick right onto top of your pussy, that he had laid flat on top of the couch, pressing it until it sank inside your lips.

“you want a taste?”

you don't reply, instead stick your tongue out. he bites his lips at your subtle action that his dick stuffed inside your pussy lips. languidly taking his pre cum he smears it on your tongue but instead of taking his fingers out, he pushes his index and middle finger into you tongue until you close your mouth over it, swirling your tongue to get every last bit of the cum from his fingers.

soobin sighs, trying his best not to cum right there. he takes his fingers out and slaps the dick a couple times onto your pussy before pushing the head in.

you gasp out loud at the sudden ruin intrusion but that wouldn't stop him, he barges in, although there was a bit of opposition, he bottoms out soon enough.

“you were made for me,” soobin groans under his breath as he pushes himself out only to slam himself into your pussy, creating a filthy rhythm of his salacious exhibitions. you were holding onto his arms, digging your nails into arms, creating ribbons of red but he did not care; it only added to his pleasure as he swayed you back and forth, taking you along with the ravacious journey. he fell onto your chest once more, taking your nipples into his mouth as he thrusted into you with an unknown urgency. you screamed out his name, sobbing uncontrollably, as he buried himself further into your heat.

he wanted to be inside you forever, aching to burn in the fiery pit but he was being chased by some sort of divine high.

you yelled out his name in futile attempts as you were reaching another one of your highs—his fingers appearing on your clit to let you off the edge first. he continued

his thrusting his he rubbed your clit and within a few more strokes you were whimpering once more, your legs wrapped around his waist to drag him closer to yourself. his thrusts soon began to cease as he heated his own high.

soobin pulled out and started to fisting himself until there were white ropes decorating your pussy. he slapped his softening dick on top your sensitive pussy to make sure he was thoroughly spent before he fell on his knees, breathing heavily as he observed the way your chest heaved, and the artistry of his carnal desire blossoming onto your chest like an artists optimus primus.

“i love you,” soobin breathed out, submerged into the high he had been chasing, and the scent of the madness he had whenever he was in your presence. he longed for you like the moon, and right now the the moonshine was draped onto his body like a dream come true, and his blood underneath the moon’s fingernails. he is happy, he doesn't care about anything else other than this moment with you.

even though you didn't say anything back. to him.

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elaichoi · 1 year

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just the tip ! yeonjun

%PAIRING— yeonjun x fem!reader.

C0NTENT WARNING!— DUBCON, NONCON(??) pussy job, femdom in the beginning then yeonjun takes over, yeonjun kind of ignores her, reader is kinda mean, there's a single sentence that could imply to foot fetish but we dk, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating ( yeonjun.)

WORD COUNT—1.6k.

"just the tip baby," yeonjun's pleads with blazing desperation hanging onto each of the words as he begs for your warmth.

its silly, of course— to you. to have the boy of your dreams aching to be one with you, with his hard on pressing against the sole of your feet and his chin placed onto your palm so obediently. like a little puppy waiting for a command as he peppers sweet, wet kisses up to your wrist. the glimmering crystalline stars swimming into his waterline providing you with a kind of thrill you felt ashamed to bask in.

"only the tip?" you pressed hard on yeonjun's boner, eliciting a deliciously painful groan out of his open lips—swollen, and all pretty from being crushed against his teeth to relieve some of his anguish, "would you be satisfied with only the tip?"

you were taunting him; only seeking your own pleasure as he shivered against your cruel touch. a singular streak of starlight falling from his eyes as he closed his tightly to keep himself from breaking down.

you'd have to admit what a sight yeonjun had been, perhaps that's why you decided to take mercy on the man kneeling before you.

yeonjun's hands reached out to grab onto your ankle as soon as you removed them from his hard cock but one look from you had him retracing with a frown on his face. you, on the other hand didn't even try to conceal the smirk on your face as you spread your legs before him. the parting naturally pulling your skirt up to display your soaked, puffy pussy lips to him, sheathed by the drenched fabric of your cotton panties.

yeonjun's whines had withered away the moment you spread your legs before him. eyes zeroed on your core; it almost had a nonage glint. you weren't fooled though, you could tell that it was clouded with nothing but murky lust, not that you had any problem with that.

your hooked your fingers to one side of your panties and pulled it to the other side; strings of your lust that thinned out stretched out and broke as you pulled on the tiny piece of wet fabric away, showing your folds without any sort of barrier, "go on, satisfy yourself."

as though the fragrance of your juices were pulling him like an entranced man before an oasis, he came beseeching you—to taste you, like a thirsty traveler wanting to be quenched with your ambrosia, but you were quick to hold his head back before even the tip of tongue grazed your exposed cunt.

"uh uh," you tutted at him, cajoling his big eyes to look up at you, "only the tip. no licking."

"but," he cried out, his eyes fixated on your pulsating cunt, "just a lick."

you shook your head defiantly, and let go of the finger that revealed your pussy to him.

"its either the tip, or nothing," your spoke, unwavered, and with an defiance to tame the beast," your choice."

you know what he'd choose. it was too easy, he made it way too easy to guess with his pathetic whining, and the jingling of his belt as he dropped them to hover before you, with his hard dick in his hand.

resting on your forearms, you leaned backwards giving yeonjun the leverage to tug your panties off, and aligned his cock to your folds. the ambience gradually filling up with his heaving and breathing, and the lewd sound of his cock head sliding up and down into your slit, forcing you to moan every time his tip bumped against your clit, spreading an electrifying jolt to your core everytime.

"get the tip in or fuck off," you hissed out, only for yeonjun to grind harder against your core; using the weight of his cock to press against your swollen clit to shape you into his own little bitch. his teeth harshly tugging onto his cerise, supple lips as he focused solely on making you mewl; no matter how hard you pushed onto his hard abdomen to get him off you. his hands held their death grip on your waist, bruising them leisurely to his liking.

"you bastar-"

"please i'll just use the tip i promise," yeonjun feverishly affirmed, pressing the underside of his cock between your pussy lips, sliding up and down, "please let me just satisfy you first."

you groaned in pleasure as he continued to rut against you while he was engulfed into your heated softness. yeonjun took off one of his hands from your waist, using the thumb to put pressure on top of his dick. his action resulted in the new found pleasure as he increased his speed, allowing the tip of his cock to crush your clit against the sloppy weight, impelling you close to your own finish, despite mumbles, and moans of rejection.

you dug your nails into the arm that was still holding onto your flesh; you nails creating pernicious crescent moon shape on his skin, coaxing yeonjun to grunt before you; his face scrunching as the pleasures urged him even more, the sting going directly to his groin as he continuously humped into you pussy, driving you along with him to the edge of orgasm.

"you're so warm," yeonjun hisses, his strokes getting more sharp, taking their time to drag across each inch of your pussy, "and soft, i never want to fucking stop."

despite the need to reprimand him, to tell him to fuck himself for ignoring your commands like a disgusting little mutt who was too busy rutting against anything pillowy—you couldn't. you were spellbound with the hungry movement of his cock against your core, enticing both of you to come undone before the altar of carnal desire that had the two of you in a filthy hypnotized daze.

" 'm gonna do as you permitted now," you could hear the smirk in his voice as he aligned his tip to your wet, clenching hole, "i'm gonna enter the tip," he pushed himself inside you, penetrating you just enough so that his cock head was smug inside of you, "just the tip."

your eyes were rolled all the way back to your head as soon as he was inside you, the intrusion of his cock had you gasping for air; your chest heaving up and down as gravity pulled you towards the bed. your wet pussy was sucking him in just right, as he gently removed the tip, only to shove it back inside again—just enough, and no matter how much it killed you to admit, you were sure you were the one suffering the most in this scenario.

yeonjun's finger traced the slit where his dick was nestled in, stroking it around the space to torture your clit even more as his tip remained still inside of you.

"i want to shove it in you so, so bad," yeonjun slurred, his eyes fixated on his index finger that was hidden inside your folds. you wanted him to shove it in as well, but you'd never admit, " but i won't."

"i won't until you beg me too," he taunted, increasing the tempo. your hips starting to squirm under him, the whines in your throat getting louder as you reached your climax. your body thrashing around in unbridled pleasure while clamping down on yeonjun's enlarged cock head inside your pussy. your oblivious clenching driving yeonjun closer to his own finale.

"im not the one to beg," you breathed out. the image of yeonjun's own wrecked self becoming clear to you as slowly rode out your own high. yeonjun's fist grabbing onto the base of his cock, as he breathed heavily at you exposed pussy, and the way you sopping puffy lips was twitching without a hint of shame.

“fuck.’ yeonjun cussed under his breathe, fasting his cock faster, and faster, as if he was running out of time. his patience finally waning as he reached the last stage of his ordeal; with his tip still inside your gummy walls, and the feast of the pantheon before him. even the constraining deal you set against him pushed him further into the rabbit hole of lust.

the fragmented push of his cock inside of you starting to drive you insane. the sickening demand of your body to want him nestled deeper into your womb slowly started to sneak back into your hazy brain. the view of yeonjun's arched body in front of you, with just a bit of his cock inside of you, as he tried to pleasure himself desperately, was clenching against him unwillingly. you were hoping he wouldn't notice how he was affecting you even after you had come before him.

"stop clenching around my cock," yeonjun spat out, his pretty face now laced with moonbeam nectar, seducing his long locks to attack himself onto his lissome skin looking nothing short of a heavenly creature, albeit marred in earthly eroticism.

"then fucking cum quickly," perhaps that's what he needed, because the moment you uttered those crude words, yeonjun took out his cock and came onto your pussy. ropes of your white cum sprayed against your exposed cunt as they seeped inside your slit and dripped down your pussy making a mess.

yeonjun caught himself with the help of his hands before he could collide into you—in turn capturing you inside his arm, with his dick coming in slight contact with the nasty cum on your pussy. you bit your lips to keep yourself from moaning when his cock tapped on your folds, but you're pretty sure yeonjun could tell.

yeonjun pulled himself back abruptly, inserting two of his fingers into your fold, close to your hole, but instead of digging his finger in. he started to drag it upwards, collecting as much as he could before shoving it onto his tongue. swirling it around while keeping his mouth open, so you could see exactly what he was doing.

"im not just tasting you," he licked his fingers clean, "there's my cum as well."

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elaichoi · 11 months

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greed ! yeonjun

%PAIRING— yeonjun x fem!reader.

C0NTENT WARNING!— nipple play, dom!yeonjun, creampie, breeding kink, slight hint of possessive/yandere yeonjun.

WORD COUNT—1.3k. ..... (!) this was meant be a drabble! and is based on this post!

it all started with one needy little nudge of his hands; languidly sliding from your forearms to your wrist—grasping it tightly to pull you closer to his lips.

downcast eyes focused on the way your lips are parted, yeonjun's hands swiftly place his nimble finger on either side of your jaw; applying just enough pressure so you lips pucker out for him. he doesn't wait long before the tip of his tongue slither out and licks a stripe from your chin to your pouted lips before finally catching your upper lip between his own teeth.

it hurt a bit for you, but the pleasure that was swirling in your core, and the heat in your stomach kept you from indulging in it. yeonjun sucked on your lips as if they were coated with honey—perhaps for him you were made of nectar. you tried to keep up, sucking onto his bottom lip ceaselessly. yeonjun's hands had long abandoned your jaw to come and undo the meddlesome buttons of your shirt—but patience probably wasn't yeonjun's best virtue. before he could open the last two buttons, the last silver of his chivalry dwindled as he ripped it open; sending buttons flying everywhere.

his slender fingers grabbing at your breasts; kneading them to his liking, while his lips devoured you. his fingers pulling on the pebbles of your chest to his liking—eliciting sharp pain through your body, masked by the carnivorous lust that pooled at your core.

the more noise you made into yeonjun's mouth, the worse he got. his bulge almost touched your belly, and yeonjun only pushed further into the softness to alleviate some of the ache in his groins; enclosing you against the wall of your room.

"gotta fuck you now, or ill explode," yeonjun confessed against your bloodied lip. his warmth breathing fanning the sweet injuries he adorned you with. you didn't need much convincing to begin with; already aching to be filled by him.

"god me too," a timid groan left you as yeonjun distanced himself from you. even the ephemeral pressure of his cock on your stomach rendered you empty; shamelessly whining to get more. the eagerness of your action driving yeonjun further into the rapacious frenzy as he quickly undid his pants— your eyes ravenously observing his each move before he stood before you in only his underwear. the pants were still at the base of his ankles but yeonjun couldn't care less as he grasped your arms and turned you around to face the wall.

yeonjun quickly unraveled his hard on, stroking it languidly in his hands as he took in the sight before him.

you both had quite a history to share, but he had never in his wildest thoughts that he would be able to have you like this.

yeonjun's hands slipped underneath your pants and he pulled it down along with your underwear half haphazardly, waiting no time as he placed his cock against your pussy—forcefully wiggling it around to coat himself with your slick. listlessly thrusting it against your clit. yeonjun's little act drove you to a path insanity as he continued on with no intention of sticking his cock inside.

"yeonjun," you wanted to sound authoritative—scary enough for him so he'd cut the bullshit and do what's he's supposed to—fuck your brains out. even though it wasn't nearly as fearsome as you had hoped, it still did the trick when you felt yeonjun line his cock against your fluttering hole.

somberly pushing the tip in—penetrating through the tight ring into your gummy walls. taking as much space as he needs as you fucks into you slowly—your eyes had rolled all the way to the back when yeonjun had finally bottomed out into you. the sensation of feeling full already pushing you to the edge of the bittersweet limbo of carnal desire.

"fuck," you heard yeonjun moan into your hair, his fingers digging into the soft of flesh of your waist as he placed his chest onto your back—cluelessly putting all his weight on you, pushing your naked nipples onto the cold wall. you bit your lips to stop yourself from moaning when your hard nipples brushed against the texture when yeonjun stilled himself deep inside your cunt. the sudden motion sends vibrations allowing your breasts to jiggle against the concrete. the cavernous moan that you were holding back slips out before you could get a hold of your wits.

yeonjun calculatively takes himself off your capricious cunt—the soft flesh stretching itself to prevent him from escaping—until only the tip of his dick is left inside of you, throbbing and rock hard.

"your cunt doesn't wanna let go my dick," yeonjun crudely laughs before his waist snaps against your ass, sending your upper body flying against the wall once more. you grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you felt yeonjun gyrating his dick inside of you—cruelly rubbing against your g spot while holding the base of his dick.

despite being just as needy as you were, yeonjun still liked to make you feel he held the reins.

"rub your tits on the wall,"

"huh?"

"don't play dumb with me," yeonjun chuckled, approaching the shell of your ears. carelessly licking the shape of it before taking your earlobe into his mouth, enticing a sweet little squeak from your mouth in the middle of the heavy panting urged by the primitive grinding of his dick inside of you.

"i saw how you moaned when you tits rubbed against the wall," yeonjun pulled himself back, his hands pulling your waist with him, causing your back to arch just slightly with your chest still pressed against the wall. the new position burned, but it also leisurely simmered into a dulcet colic.

"its okay," yeonjun bit his bottom lip, pulling his cock out once again, "ill help you." and pushed it back with such a force that it has your upper body sliding against the wall to keep your balance—all while stimulating the bundle of nerve on your nerves triggering you to moan incessantly, goading yeonjun's ego.

"fuck you feel so fucking good," yeonjun gasped, continuinally hitting your ass with his hips as he thrusted inside of you, "god this pussy is made for me!"

your hands were on either side of the wall with your chest pushed against wall—the erect nipples being pushed around by the wall according to the rhythm of yeonjun's push sending you to a divine rampage of rapture from both sides albeit lined with a bit of sourness of impatience.

although that too was soon taken care when yeonjun's hands snaked itself to your core, pressing against you swollen clit, rubbing slow circles.

"cum for me," yeonjun sighed, his hips still pushing forward—propelling you against the wall and of course his fingers working on your clit. you were hanging by a fragile thread that could snap soon—and it happened sooner than you'd have guessed. washing over you like a tsunami as it left you writhing against yeonjun.

yeonjun quickly took over as you convulsed in his arm—your nipples were too sensitive to even graze any object. he felt a sense of pride, seeing your shaking in his arms as with his dick buried inside your cunt. he took his cock out—the friction marginally less as your cum coated him, resulting in sloppier, and messier thrusts.

yeonjun turned your face around him. a grin embracing his lips when he saw the hazy downcast of your leafy eyes and the fucked out expression—yeonjun felt fulfilled. he took your tongue into your mouth, lapping it up as his own thrusts grew slower, and slower until he stilled himself inside you once again, coating your walls white with his seed.

"youre so cute," yeonjun cooed, looking at your dazed eyes, "maybe i should give you a baby so that your pussy is always mine, hm?"

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elaichoi · 10 months

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🏷️ kai x chubby!female reader, consented somnophilia, pillow humping!kai, fingering, reader isn't shaven, slight mention of overstimulation.

Sleeping next to Kai often led to many things, for example, finding yourself squeezed against his chest with his chin softly placed on top of your head—or perchance, his breath softly whispering sweet nothings into your exposed neck with your back pressed against him.

And once in a blue moon, when you're in a deep, deep sleep and Kai lays awake beside you. With nothing in his mind but impure, little ideas, and lewd intentions as he carves out your features with his lovesick prurient gaze. Sentient eyes counting the languid motion of your chest as you breathe in and out—slowly lowering his eyes to the pudge of your belly as it peeks shyly from the blanket.

Kai feels himself gulping down as his hands itch to run his fingers through your body—to hold your softness into his grasp, feeling the flesh getting warmer under his touch. To rub it, to soothe it—to feel it under his touch at any cost.

Kai remembers you telling him that you're his to love; telling him that he's allowed to have you whenever he wanted while leaving sluggish, wet kisses from his chin to his adam's apple, with your arms enclosed around his neck, and his arms around your waist—pulling you tad bit closer to him when he felt your teeth graze against his skin, drinking the gasp that threatened to tumble down his lips.

Timidly brushing against the blanket, Kai exposed your bottom half to his avaricious gaze. Donning nothing but a cotton panty, he could make out the puffiness of your cunts clearly. Kai gulped, for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that noxious hour, as his fingers gently came in contact with the fabric.

The pads of his fingers feebly rubbing circles on top of your pussy. Nervous eyes constantly flicking from your benign face lit up by the moonlight, and his fingers on your cunt. The slight coarseness of your pubic hair underneath your panty arousing him more and more by each passing second.

Kai used his free hand to drag the pillow underneath his head and lodged it between his thighs, applying pressure to the semi-hard dick. The precum seeped from his shorts onto his pillow, but he couldn't care much about anything else but his own pleasure at this moment.

Kai grew braver faster than he would have guessed, his fingers quickly graduating from drawing circles to finding itself burrowed deeply into the warmth of your pussy lips. The unbearable heat of your cunt—even over a layer of fabric was enough for him to buck his hips into his own pillow. Kai ran his fingers up and down easily when he had successfully created a camel toe for him to glide through. The heat, and the small bump he felt when came across your clit enrapturing him into a euphoric state, as he felt his fingers getting dampen slightly because of your arousal.

Finding himself bucking into the pillow faster and faster, Kai was growing restless, and that last morsel of inhibition that resided in him, quickly evaporated his felt himself pulling your panties aside and shoving two of his fingers inside. A gurgled moan left his parted lips as soon as your fervid fire touched his skin.

"fuck." Kai muttered against his breath through his incessant breathing as he tried his best to match the counts of ruts to the speed of his fingers thrusting in and out of your wet, greedy pussy.

Your whimpers soon added into the symphony of Kai's smoky gasps, and the sound of him fucking your pussy with his fingers, as it turned to mewls.

"Ah fuck me,"

Kai's thrusts became erratic against the pillow, putting all his body weight onto the soft mass to get to the high he was aching to each. You could see him staring at you through your sleepy haze; his hair sticking to his forehead, the pink tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth, his sparkly eyes staring at you through baleful light—but all that you could focus on was the way his fingers was digging into your cunt.

"I wish you could cum in my pussy," you whispered.

Kai came first—his hips bucking into the pillow capriciously, resigning from high as he pressed himself tightly to ride it out, all while his fingers lodged into your dripping cunt.

You moved your cunt with his fingers inside it—hoping to fuck yourself to your orgasm but Kai was steadfast on his feet to complete the task he had began himself. Increasing the speed of his fingers into your pussy while his other hands rubbed onto your clit until you came undone under his guidance. Your hips rising off the bed to get away from his fingers when you kept on fingering you even after you had come.

A strangled groan, and turning yourself to the side—trapping his fingers inside your plush thighs had done the trick, well for a moment.

"spread your legs, i want my treat now."

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elaichoi · 11 months

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do u have any gyu hard thoughts to share with the class plea 💔💔😞

this is my first time writing hard thoughts based on anon ask pls look at it prettily and let me know if there were mistakes!!

ok omg anonie!! there's just so, so many hard thoughts about beomgyu, and most of them tend to be filthy as fuck, because i don't think he won't just 'make love' to you, sometimes he kinda seeks a purely messy fuck.

okay this one that's been currently been on my head is that beomgyu out of all the members most likely would be inclined into see you just go crazy, like batshit eyes rolled back even without him touching —actually begging for him to fuck you real good with his dick while you're already getting your pussy ravaged.

so yeah, i think he'd probably buy you a fucking machine.

tag warnings: voyeur, overstimulation, masturbation( both female and male, sex toys, squirting, cunninglingus(?) not proofread yet.

the loud whirring noise of the fuck machine fusing with your own melodic screams of pleasure sent shivers down beomgyu's spine as he sat before you in chair, with his cock in his hand.

beomgyu's legs were apart much like yours, his balls sat heavy on the cushioned surface of the chair—filled with cum that he wanted to release into your cunt, but seeing the artificial silicon cock thrusting in out of our swollen core had kept him seated. the way your body writhed in overstimulation to the rhythm of the rigorous machine scratched the perverse itch in his head. noticing the way your pussy clenched against the fake cock, and your body lathered in sweat, it was starting to get hard for beomgyu to keep hands to himself.

oh how desperately did he want to replace the fake cock with his real one—but he won't. he wanted to see you break first.

"fuck beomgyu i want your fucking cock!" you screamed as your hips shook, the assault still carrying on your poor cunt—that shook uncontrollably at each thrust.

beomgyu ran his hand through the slit of his cock, a barely audible hiss playing at the tip of his tongue as he pressed his thumb deeper—causing more precum to leak out as his eyes assessed your situation.

you were laid on a towel—that was almost wet due to the numerous times you had squirted already whenever beomgyu pulled the machine back to see you cunt clench over nothing—it was one of his sick guilty pleasure—you were panting heavily, the sweat dripping down from your body to the same towel, and your legs wobbling as you tried to get yourself off the machine as it fucked your own cum back into your cunt. the black colour of the cock turning stained with your white fluid.

"do u really want my cock?"

beomgyu stood up— his angry, hard cock standing up straight against his stomach as he walked over to you.

beomgyu bent down slightly before you slightly so he was hunched over you, his right hand coming so close to your pussy that you started to dream that he was finally gonna free you and fuck you himself but instead his hands fisted the silicon cock that was still thrusting inside. the warmth of his hands sending you into an overdrive, and the coil in your lower stomach tightening when you felt the side of his palm dig into your pussy.

you gulped—beomgyu was staring right in your eyes as his hand fisted the cock, before he finally pulled again and held the open palm—with your essence all over it and stuck his tongue out. his tongue widened at his palm as he took lip, making sure to get most of it. you pussy was clenching against the cock more than you could even handle, but your body wasn't in your control.

"squirt directly into my mouth next time and maybe then I'll fuck you with my cock."

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