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#oml smth about seeing mingi so domestic makes my brain swirl#and body ache#i need this man biblically#i need this man carnally#i need him so bad its unreal#🎤 ── 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞#𓆩♱𓆪 ── 𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯
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SWEET PUNISHMENT ── k.hj
synopsis ; you had one job, and that was to take out your target, however, your target just so happened to be smarter than you took him for. hongjoong used your tactics against you, and you fell right into his hands. now, he had no choice but to punish you for even thinking you could defeat him.
pairing(s) ; hongjoong x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 5.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut w/ little plot ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, DARK THEMES!!!, cussing, kissing, extremely strong cnc/noncon vibes!!!, implied kidnapping, bondage, slight knife play, blood, fingering, choking, rough sex, biting/marking, slight dacryphilia, oral (f. receiving), power play, manhandling, clit play, pussy slapping, petnames (sweetheart, doll, baby...), unprotected sex, mean dom!hongjoong x sub!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breath play, joong is lowkey psychotic, dumbification, creampie, squirting, obsessive behavior, some degration and praise, drugging, crying, sweet aftercare at the end, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; this one goes out to @klllerwaifu for letting me ramble about this idea and helping me decide which member, enjoy babes 🤭. secondly, this one does have dark themes (I am on a roll with these dark-themed fics, istg), so please mind the tags and read at your own risk!!!
You weren’t sure where or how this mission had gone wrong. It was supposed to be simple: get in, eliminate the target, and get out. Now you had been warned prior to this mission that your target wasn’t a simple person and that you needed to be extremely careful when dealing with him. But you were confident, you always have been, knowing that you could get it done without any problems.
Maybe that was your downfall.
“Agent l/n, do you copy?” Your radio sparked to life next to your head, the voice of your commander flowing through with a bit of static.
The sound woke you, and as soon as your eyes opened, memories flashed before you. Your heart was beating in your chest, almost loud enough to echo in your ears as you struggled in the binds you were now in. Your lips were covered by a piece of dark grey duct tape, limiting any and all sounds that you could make.
The radio continued to go off almost as if it were there just to tease you. A reminder that you had failed your job and could very well have ended your own life.
Then the door opened.
Your eyes flew open, arms thrashing in the restraints that held them onto the pole behind you. The light was almost blinding as it invaded the darkness that surrounded you. And your heart felt like it was trying to jump out of your throat, muffled cries pulling from your throat.
“Agent l/n respond now or we’ll–” Then the voice came to a sickening end when his foot smashed the piece of plastic.
“You’re awake.” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, eyes flickering up to meet his dark gaze.
Kim Hongjoong. Your target. The man that you were supposed to kill. He was wanted by the government for his horrendous and borderline psychotic behavior. Someone who wasn’t easy to deal with, which is why they sent you. Yet he somehow managed to outsmart you and turned your trap right back around on you.
Now he had you trapped in what you could only guess was a basement, the cool concrete floor hard against your thighs. You tugged on the ropes that held your hands, eyes darting all across the room, trying to find an escape.
“Oh, you sweet thing.” His voice was condescending as he knelt in front of you, hand reaching out to grab your chin harshly. A small whimper fell from your covered lips as he jerked your head to face him, his eyes dark as he looked at you. “It’s pointless to think about running…” He leaned down, barely a hair away from your face, and you flinched back, trying to get away, but his grip was too strong. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Then the games started.
You weren’t sure how long you had been in that basement before he finally let you roam free in the small room. All the joints in your body ached in protest when you stood for the first time in days.
You wandered around the room, looking for any weak spots in the wall. But there were none, as if he planned for this. Even the small window that you couldn’t even reach was barred over; no sign of budging.
He would come down around the same time every night, bringing you food, and would sit there to watch you. Not a word would be spoken; your lips clamped shut, too scared of what he might do if you did speak.
This cycle went on for what felt like weeks, until one day. As he was leaving, you noticed that the door never latched all of the way. You waited for a few moments longer just in case he realized and came back to shut it entirely.
Once you were sure that he wouldn’t be coming back, you slowly rose to your feet. Your heart thundered in your ears the closer you got to the door, hands trembling as you reached for the handle. Swallowing thickly, you pulled the door open slowly, hoping to minimize the creaking sound.
Fear and dread dug their claws further into your spine as you took that first step, your stomach turning. Questions started to fill your mind. Were you really supposed to be doing this? What if he was waiting out there for you?
Trying to shake off that fear, you told yourself that if you could at least get to a weapon, if the door weren’t available, then you would be okay. You knew that all of your training would come in handy when it came to hand-to-hand combat or even shooting a gun.
With renowned confidence, you crept up the stairs, keeping your steps light so as not to alert him or anyone else that may be up there. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the railing, keeping your body steady as you stopped in front of the closed door.
You stood there for a moment, breath caught in your throat as you listened for any movement on the other side. But there was nothing. You weren’t sure whether it gave you reassurance or made your unease ten times worse, but as you reached for the door and pushed it open, a flood of relief washed over your body.
There was no sign of anyone around; the only sounds that you could hear were the soft drips of water from the leaky faucet and the creak of the floorboards under your feet. Walking over to the counter, you looked for any kind of weapon, trying to stay quiet just in case Hongjoong was still in the house.
Opening a drawer, you were met with a cluster of silverware. Searching through it, you found a large kitchen knife, your fingers wrapping around the hilt carefully. Closing the drawer, you turned back around, your heart in your throat, scared that he would jump out of the shadows at any moment.
Walking out of the kitchen, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you, but when you looked around, you couldn’t find anyone. Looking down the hall, you couldn’t see any lights under the doors, but you could see the front door right at the very end.
Tears started to flood your eyes, believing that you were finally gonna get out unharmed. Still light on your feet, you made your way towards the door, your heart hammering in your chest the closer you got. You were going to be free, and you could go home to pretend like none of this had happened, and probably move so Hongjoong would never find you again.
Then a cloth was placed over your mouth while another hand grabbed your wrist to keep you from swinging the knife. You screamed, thrashing in their hold, hoping to break free. However, the more you struggled, the weaker your body started to feel.
He was using some kind of drug, and no matter how much you tried to fight off the urge to sleep, your body was pulled into that darkness, the knife slipping from your now limp hand.
Hongjoong chuckled darkly, pulling your body closer to his as he removed the cloth from your mouth, his lips right next to your ear. “Better luck next time, doll.”
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When you awoke, you were surrounded in darkness, your hands tied above your head once again. You tried to scream, but there was something obstructing your voice. Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to look around the room.
In the darkness, you could make out that you were in some sort of bedroom, outlines of furniture being your only tell. You tried to sit up, but you realized that your legs were also bound, causing panic to settle deep in your chest.
You thrashed around, hoping that the binds would come loose and you could sneak out of the window you saw on the other side of the room. The bed creaked under your weight, and your skin was starting to turn red the more you pulled against the rope, nearly breaking the skin.
Then you heard the door latch open, and your whole body froze; your eyes flickered over to where the small amount of light seeped into the room. Tears blurred your vision as you watched him walk into the room, a carefree aura surrounding him the further into the room he stepped.
“Well, don’t you look cute all tied up like this?” Hongjoong smirked, stalking closer to you. He watched in sick amusement as your eyes squeezed shut as he turned the lamp next to the bed on, the action causing more tears to fall from your bloodshot eyes.
You tried to plead with him with your eyes and whines, but he just smirked before reaching out for you. You flinched when his hand made contact with your face, thumb brushing over your tears. Not to wipe them away but rather smear them further across your cheek.
“I told you that you couldn’t leave, yet you still tried to.” He put on a faux pout, his finger tracing the curve of your jaw before moving down to your neck. Your eyes grew wide as it dawned on you that he had left the basement door unlatched on purpose.
He was testing you.
You started to thrash around in your restraints once more, hoping by some miracle that you could get away from him. As soon as his hand wrapped around your throat, gripping tightly, all of your movements stopped, wide eyes staring at him.
A sinister smirk spread across his lips as he took in the unfiltered terror that pooled in your teary eyes. He tightened his grip a little more, a chill running down his spine at the weak whimper that left your covered lips.
“I gotta punish you now, baby.” He spoke softly, an utter contrast to how his hand was adding more pressure. Your vision started to swim as your oxygen was almost completely cut off, black spots clouding your vision. This was it; you were going to die here at the hands of the man you were tasked with taking care of.
Soft cries fell from your lips as you let your eyes flutter close, your body shaking in his hold. You were ready to accept your fate because you knew that you weren’t gonna be able to get out of this.
Your eyes snapped open when you felt his warm breath wash over your tear-stained face, pupils dilating as you noticed how close his face was to yours. Your breath hitched in your contracted throat as you saw the hunger pooling in his eyes.
“Keep your eyes open, I want you to watch as I ravage you.” He told you, his grip tightening a little more, causing your body to jolt. You couldn’t watch him; you didn’t want to believe that this was happening. A snarl pulled on Hongjoon’s lips, his teeth peeking out as he watched you close your eyes once more. He released your neck to grab your face, squishing your cheeks before bringing something to your throat.
“Open your eyes.” He growled, and your eyes shot open at the feeling of the cold metal against your skin. You didn’t have to see it to know that he had a knife pressed against your exposed throat, threatening to break skin. More tears spilled from your eyes as he smirked down at you. You tried to plead with your eyes, but he just shook his head.
“Naughty things like you deserve to be punished,” He spoke, moving his hand from your face but keeping the knife close as he forced your thighs apart. That’s when you realized that he had taken your pants off, leaving you in just your tank top and underwear. You cried out, trying to shut your legs, but he was stronger. “Only then will you learn what’s right and wrong.”
Your eyes snapped shut when his fingers brushed over the front of your underwear; however, the action caused his actions to halt. His body went still, and the fear twisting in your gut pulled even more. A sharp cry fell from your lips when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back and pressing the knife further against your neck. The sharp blade broke skin, causing blood to pool out, trailing down your skin before dripping onto the sheets.
“I swear to fucking god if you close your eyes again I will slice you wide open and leave you here to bleed out.” His voice was dark, the vibration going straight to your head, making your vision spin when you opened your eyes. Tears fell from your eyes like waterfalls, some sticking to your eyelashes as you nodded your head to the best of your ability.
Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed at you for a moment, waiting for you to disobey again. When you didn’t, he removed his hand from your hair, letting your neck relax. A muffled whimper fell from your lips as you felt more blood seep from your wound.
Your hips jolted when his hand came in contact with your clothed cunt, pressing right against your clit. The pressure had your mind swirling, your chest tight as you prayed for this to be over soon. Your fingers curled into fists above your head, nails digging into your palm.
“Ya know, for someone fighting so much, your fucking soaked.” He mocked you, moving your panties to the side, fingers dipping between your fold, feeling your slick coat his digits. You tried to close your legs once more when he teased your entrance, but he just slapped your thigh, making you cry out. “Open your legs.”
You sniffled, spreading your shaky legs, watching as he moved the knife from your neck. The relief you felt was fleeting as he hooked the blade under your panties before pulling. The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, almost deafening.
“You’re dripping, doll. Look at this.” He chuckled darkly, reaching back and cutting the ropes that held your legs to the bedframe. He then set the knife at his side before grabbing your thighs and folding your body until your ass lay against his chest, legs hanging over his shoulders.
You let out a gasp when he used his hands to pull your folds apart, the light gleaning off your slick. Hongjoong’s eyes bore into yours as he leaned down, blowing onto your drenched cunt. The sensation had your clit twitching and your walls clenching around nothing. You tried to move from him, but his grip was far too tight, keeping you right against him. Then his lips latched onto your clit, eyes watching as your body jolted, a choked moan falling from your covered lips.
His movements were anything but gentle, sucking harshly on your swollen clit before moving down to fuck your pussy with his tongue. Sparks danced across your vision as his nose pressed against your clit, hips bucking due to the sensation. He hummed against you, sending vibration through your core and making your head spin, a loud cry tearing from your throat. He continued to eat you out like a feral animal, leaving your body trembling in his hold as you tried to keep yourself from slipping into the unwanted pleasure. You continued to tug on the restraints that held you in place, hoping they would budge, but they didn’t.
You cried out, head falling back as he latched onto your clit once more, sucking harshly. The pillow underneath your head was stained with your tears that continued to flow from your eyes. Sobs racked your body the closer he brought you to your high, begging him to stop and leave you alone, but those pleas were inaudible due to the tape that still covered your mouth.
Hatred started to fill your veins as you felt that knot in your gut start to tighten, not just towards him but also yourself for feeling so good given the circumstances. Hongjoong smirked against you, his grip tightening on your thighs when your body started to shake uncontrollably. He could tell you were close, the way your walls were fluttering around his tongue and your broken moans all giving you away.
“Cum for me. You know you want to.” He cooed against you before diving right back into your pussy with renowned vigor. The mixture of the vibrations from his hums and the way he let his teeth scrape against your skin had that knot finally snapping. Your body convulsed in his hold, eyes rolling back as more tears spilled down your face, and your legs shook around his head, threatening to snap shut if it weren’t for his hold. Hongjoong, however, didn’t let up. No, he continued to devour you with a psychotic gleam in his eyes as he watched you completely fall apart before him.
Your brain started to fog over as silent screams fell from your muffled lips. Your muscles tensed, shoulders beginning to cramp from the awkward angle that he was holding you in, your fingers going numb. As much as you didn’t want to, your body started to melt into his hold, allowing itself to become overtaken by pleasure, but you continued to try and break free.
A strangled cry tore from your lungs when he unexpectedly pushed two of his fingers past your entrance, curling them against your walls. Your legs moved to snap shut, but he was quicker, grabbing one of your thighs and keeping it in place.
Hongjoong chuckled against you when your hips jerked as he found that spongey spot deep in your walls. Your body tensed as another high approached. Then, when he nipped at your twitching clit that high crashed into you like a freight train. White spots clouded your vision, your body convulsing in his hold, and your back arched, pushing your hips further into his face.
Your eyes rolled back while he slurped all of your juices as he worked you through your high. He didn’t leave a single drop go to waste before he finally pulled away, letting air back into your lungs, seeing that you had been holding your breath. He kissed the bundle of nerves, causing a small squeak to leave your lip, hips jerking in his hands.
When he laid your body back down on the bed, you could feel your muscles start to relax, your chest rising and falling erratically. You fought the urge to close your eyes, knowing that the knife was just within his reach and the thought of what he could do to you terrified you.
Your body jerked when you felt his fingers on your sensitive cunt, a cry falling from your lips as you shook your head desperately. Hongjoong just watched with a smirk as you begged him with your eyes to stop, but that smirk soon fell once you pulled your hips away from his hand.
A loud cry tore through your lips as he slapped your pussy, and the tape came loose due to your tears and sweat. He repeated it a few more times before plunging his fingers back into you, roughly pressing on your clit with his thumb.
“Hongjoong!” You screamed as another high washed over you without any warning, stars dancing across your vision, and breathless moans spilled from your lips.
“Fuck you sound so sweet screaming my name, sweetheart.” The corner of his lip twitched as he watched your body shake uncontrollably.
“P-Please.” You hiccuped, tears cascading down your flushed cheeks as you lifted your head. Hongjoong, however, just ignored you, continuing to fuck his fingers into your spazzing cunt.
“Gimme another one, doll.” He commanded, his eyes burning into your body, and your jaw fell slack as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt. When he was finally satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you, keeping your dazed gaze as he shoved his fingers in his mouth.
A choked cry tore from your lips as you watched him. You wanted so badly to look away, to run away from the intensity of his eyes, but the presence of the knife was heavy in the air. The way he licked your slick off of his fingers was nothing short of lewd, the sound echoing off the walls.
Once he was finished, he grabbed your hips, tugging your body down to his. A mixture of a cry and a gasp fell from your lips when he pressed his hips against yours. You could feel him through his jeans, and fresh tears pooled in your eyes as you realized what he was about to do.
“You taste so fucking good.” He growled, leaning over you until he was merely inches away from your face, his breath fanning your wet face. You started to open your mouth to beg him to let you go, but were cut off when he grabbed your throat before sealing his lips over yours.
The kiss was anything but sweet and gentle. No, it was bruising and punishing, his tongue forcing itself into your mouth. You tried to back away, but he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard enough to break skin and eliciting a cry from you.
“The more you fight, the more fun this gets.” He whispered against your lips, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you.
You wanted to scream, to cry, to beg him to stop, but the bruising hold he had on your throat made it hard to. The cut under his palm stung as he added more pressure to it. Then his lips were back on yours, and your breath hitched.
“S-Stop, pleas–”
“Shut up, we both know you don’t want me to.” He growled, glaring down at you, and you started to protest, but the words died on your tongue when you felt his tip at your entrance. You hadn’t even realized that he undid his jeans.
“N-No. Hongjoong, please.” You cried out, fighting against your restraints, but he just chuckled. He leaned up, keeping his hold on your neck so you wouldn’t move too much. His other hand grabbed his length, teasing your folds and watching in amusement as your hips jerked every time his tip hit your clit.
A strangled cry tore through your lips when he suddenly forced himself into your tight walls. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as broken sobs racked your body. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before he was pulling out and slamming back in.
“F-Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The same word fell from your parted lip like a mantra as Hongjoong’s hips slammed against yours repeatedly in a ruthless manner. “S-Stop! ‘S too much!”
“No, it’s not. Now be good and take it.” He growled, one hand grabbing your hip with a vice-like grip. A high-pitched whine fell from your lips when his hand around your neck tightened, almost cutting off your oxygen supply completely. “You’re mine now, doll. Mine to ravish. Mine to claim.”
His pace grew rougher, and you were sure that there would be bruises all over your body by the time he decided he was finished with you.
“N-No– fuck!” You squeaked out, eyes threatening to close as he brushed over your sweet spot.
Hongjoong chuckled darkly, squeezing your throat again, watching as your jaw fell open. “Don’t kid yourself, baby. You were mine the moment you left that basement.”
You wanted to tell him that he was wrong, that what he was doing was wrong. Yet all your words died on your tongue the moment he released your neck to play with your swollen clit. Hongjoong continued to thrust into you hard and deep, his pace never slowing, and you could already feel another orgasm creeping up your spine. The words came out jumbled and incoherent as you tried to say anything, your eyes rolling when he added more pressure on your clit.
You were clenching around him like crazy, causing him to groan, grip growing tighter. “Close already, doll?” He teased, a breath groan falling from his lips when you clenched around him again. “Go ahead, cum for me, sweetheart. Then I’ll fill you to the brim with my seed, claiming you wholly.”
You shook your head desperately, squirming in his hold, trying to break free, but just like before, his grip was far too tight. A strangled cry of his name fell from your lips when he slapped your pussy again, and again until you came once more.
“H-Hongjo–” You choked out his name, but were cut off when he threw one of your legs over his shoulder. The change in position had your mind swimming, overcome with pleasure as he fucked into you with such fever you were scared that you’d shatter.
“Fuck.” He groaned, watching your body convulse in his hold as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. His own high was starting to build.
Your eyes fluttered open, a different kind of gleam reflecting off of them, and Hongjoong could’ve sworn he’d cum just from the sight alone. The sound of his name falling from your parted lips and the absolute fucked out expression on your face was almost as euphoric as having his cock buried in your heat. He wasn’t going to last much longer in this state. Moving one hand down, he pressed against your aching clit once more, watching as your back arched, a loud moan spilling from your lips. Your hips moved, meeting his thrusts, and your body felt like it had been set aflame.
The knot in the pit of your gut tightened to unimaginable levels, like your body was about to explode. However, before you even got the chance to warn Hongjoong, your high crashed over you. Your release gushed out in waves, soaking his cock and the sheets underneath you. It felt as if your soul had been pulled from your body as he continued to toy with your clit, your walls fluttering like crazy around him.
“Fucking hell, look at the mess you’ve made, doll.” He chuckled, eyes glued to your cunt as he coaxed more of your release from you. Your head fell back onto the pillows with a whine, hips jerking as he kept his relentless pace.
Hongjoong could feel his high right on the tip of his tongue, so he let your leg fall back to his side before grabbing your hips tightly, fucking into you at an almost animalistic pace. A series of broken cries and moans fell from your lips as he continued to fuck into you harshly.
“Fuck, Joongie, please!” You screamed out, back arching when he finally buried himself to the hilt, his release gushing out in waves. His body collapsed over yours, his face falling into your chest as you both caught your breath.
The room was silent for several moments before Hongjoong lifted himself from your chest, taking in your fucked out face. Tears staining your red cheeks and your swollen lips parted as you tried to catch your breath, the tape still stuck to your skin on one side. He reached forward, pulling the tape the rest of the way off as gently as he could, but a soft whimper fell from your lips regardless.
Your eyes fluttered open, looking at him through blurry vision, and you tugged at your restraints once more. He chuckled, leaning over you until his lips brushed over your ear, fingers pressing into your hips.
“Should I let you go now, doll? Will you be a good girl?” He asked, a teasing tone in his voice, and you whined, not trusting your voice at that moment. With a soft chuckle, he pulled away from you before reaching up and finally letting your arms free.
A pathetic whine fell from your lips as you felt your shoulders relax, joints protesting. Hongjoong untied your hands and tossed the ropes off somewhere in the room. You let out a whine when he pulled out of your walls. The feeling of his cum oozing out of you made a chill run down your spine.
“You broke character there at the end, baby.” He teased you, shifting away from your body so he could fix his clothes.
You looked away from him bashfully, knowing full well that you did. “It felt too good.”
The quiet whine in your voice caused him to chuckle before leaning over and kissing your forehead gently, your eyes fluttering closed in the process. You reached out for him, and he took your hand in his, pressing soft kisses on your knuckles and palm before whispering against your skin.
“Stay here; I’ll run a bath for you. Then we can go to bed, alright?” He asked, and you gave him a sleepy nod, causing him to smile fondly. Squeezing your hand, he stood from the bed. His eyes then fell to your neck, and he reached up, eliciting a small hiss of pain from you as he brushed over the cut. “I didn’t mean to break skin, baby. Are you alright?” He asked, eyes full of worry as he inspected the cut, making sure it wasn’t too bad, but you just caressed his cheek, telling him that it was okay, and he sighed. “Try not to fall asleep on me.”
Then he was out of the room, but not for very long before he came back to collect you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom before sitting you down on the ledge of the tub, letting you slip inside yourself.
You let out a contented sigh as you submerged yourself into the warm water, your muscles finally relaxing fully for the first time all night. Hongjoong sat behind you, hands gently massaging your sore shoulders as he pressed a kiss against your cheek.
“You did so well, but I don’t know if we can do that one again. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He pouted softly as he grabbed a rag to clean the cut on your throat, but you just shook your head.
“I’m okay, Joong. I promise. Plus, it was hot as fuck seeing you so in character.” You giggled, and he raised an eyebrow at you before a smirk tugged on the corners of his lips.
“Really? Then what should we do next? Masked killer chasing the girl in the woods, maybe?” He asked, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. The thought of his chasing you through the wood sent a chill down your spine, a flicker of excitement blooming in your chest. If there was one thing about dating Hongjoong, it was that there was never a dull moment in your sex life.
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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮
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man xikers are opening for ateez for the LA stop (the on I'mma be at) chat I'm cooked.... wym I'm seeing two of my ults in one day, just a few hrs between them 😀
#☆ ── 𝙠𝙖𝙮'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨#gonna cry#not only do i have bomb ass seats for d1#but i also get to see xikers too??#brb gonna go sob
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the next fic I'mma post is one of my old ones. I still have like four that are sitting in my drafts that need to see the light of day soon before I post too many new fics 😭😭
#☆ ── 𝙠𝙖𝙮'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨#lifeguard sannie#guitarist joong#singer hwa#mafia sannie#youll be released from the dungeons soon#i swear#😭
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#WHAT#THE#ACTUAL#FUCK#CHOI SAN#ARE YOU ACTUALLY INSAEN#the scream i scrumpt#and i think i forgot how to breathe there for a moment#was NAWT expecting that#at 830 in the morning nonetheless#holy shit balls#*screeching noises*#⛰️ ── 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚#𓆩♱𓆪 ── 𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯
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☆ ── taglist ; @klllerwaifu @seomisaho @petalsforyuyu @m4n4-s4m4 @vtyb23 @life-is-a-game-of-thrones @yvanillelate
SAME DAMN TIME ── k.ys & c.sn
synopsis ; you were just hoping for a relaxing rainy day, but yeosang and san had other plans when they decided to not go to the gym. one plan was to distract you from the questionable book in your hands. and the other? getting their workout in of course, but in a more.... invigorating way.
pairing(s) ; bsf!yeosang x f!reader x bsf!san
☆ ── wc. ; 6.2k ☆ ── genre ; pure smut (w/ a sprinkle of plot), friends to smth ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, they're both huge teases, big dick!sansang, messing makeout, spanking, hair pulling, clit play, breast play, petnames (darling, angel, princess, love, babygirl...), teasing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, biting/marking, strength kink, slight size kink, manhandling, rough sex, dom!yeosang x sub!reader x dom!san, san is a bit of a meanie, choking, slight breath play, dumbification, some degration (reader gets called slut once) and praise, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, slight face fucking, both are sweethearts at the end, lmk if I miss anything!
There were always pros and cons of growing up with two guy best friends. The pros are that no other guys really bothered you because they always thought you were dating one of them; hell, some even thought you were dating both. You can recall so many times when both Yeosang and San got flustered when asked if they were dating you, denying it till they ran out of breath. Not that it really convinced people, anyway.
But then there were the cons…
You had to watch them hit puberty, which at first didn’t really affect their physique at all. They were, as you like to call them, string beans. However, once they got serious about going to the gym during your college days, you started to wish they hadn’t. As the months passed, it became insanely harder to turn a blind eye to their growing muscles, especially since they thought it’d be better to be roommates. Ya know, save money and all, but now you were in fear of your mental health.
Today just seemed to be one of those days when your eyes would betray you at any given moment. It was raining out, and the guys didn’t feel like going out to the gym, so what was their solution? Working out in the living room, where you just so happen to be trying to enjoy the new book you bought. However, as soon as San walked in wearing a black tank top and gym shorts, that book was placed on the back burner.
You tried to focus on the pages in front of you, but the words kept blending together, and not a single thing stuck in your brain. It pleaded with you to look up, and at some point, you listened to the urges, eyes racking over the man’s back and arms as he continued with his pushups, a thin layer of sweat covering his honey skin.
The sound of footsteps broke your burning gaze, and you swallowed thickly before looking over, finding Yeosang standing in the doorway. Heat flushed up your neck, thinking that you had just been caught staring at San. Yeosang, however, didn’t say a word as he walked over to the weight rack, the very one you had told them multiple times to put in one of their rooms because it looked tacky, but of course they didn’t listen.
Inhaling deeply, you will yourself to look back at your book and try to read, because the story was indeed interesting. But just like before, the words made no sense to you, and the words started to blur as you reread the same sentence multiple times.
“New book?” Yeosang’s voice caused you to jump, the book falling into your lap, and you looked up at him with an expression as if you had just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, which, in retrospect, you were.
Swallowing thickly, you bend over to grab the book that had fallen to the ground, “Yeah, I got it the other day.” You told him, your eyes everywhere but on him.
“Oh? What’s it about?” This time, it was San asking the questions, his hand snatching the book from your hand after you grabbed it, causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise.
“Hey!” You jumped up, ready to snatch the book back, having completely forgotten what the book was about until just now. Heat rushed up your neck, painting your cheeks a bright red as you tried to grab the book, but San held it out of your reach, his other hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you back.
“Oh, dark fairies, huh?” San asked in a teasing tone, flipping it over to read the description on the back.
“Yes, now.” You pushed against his arm to try and grab the book once more, hoping he wouldn’t be able to open it one-handed, “Give. It. Back.”
Just as you finally break free from San’s grasp and are about to grab the book, Yeosang reaches down and grabs it from San. A yelp fell from your lips as you collapsed in San’s lap, head snapping up to look at Yeosang as he started to open the book. Dread filled your body as his eyes began to scan the first few pages that held content warnings.
Accepting defeat, you slumped down on San’s legs, head hanging over his knee, not ready to face the embarrassment that was about to happen.
“Jeez, I didn’t know you were into this type of stuff y/n.” Yeosang chuckles, and you groan, covering your face. He looked down at you, a smirk tugging on his lips as he saw the tips of your ears turn a brilliant shade of red.
“Wait, wait, lemme see.” San held a hand back out to Yeosang, wanting to see just what you had been reading about.
“Stop, please.” You pleaded with them, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes as you tried to sit up.
However, San pressed a hand flat against your back, pushing you right back in his lap. Heat started to bloom in your lower gut as he held you in place. You wanted to hate yourself for getting turned on by this situation, but you had been fawning over them for the last few months, and being practically bent over San’s lap was not helping your case.
Yeosang handed San the open book, and the dark-haired male took it, eyes skimming over the same words that Yeosang had read just moments ago. A sinister smirk pulled on the male's lips the more he read, and you continued struggling to get out of his hold, but to no avail.
“Hair pulling, size kink, bondage, choking, strength kink…” The more San read aloud, the more embarrassed you felt, hands coming up to cover your face as a few tears dripped from your eyelashes. You whined for him to stop, but he didn’t listen; instead, he continued to list the warnings until he finished. ”Damn y/n, I didn’t think you were that kinky.” He chuckled, hand still firm against your back, and you shook your head in protest.
You couldn't bring yourself to look at either of them, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole. Your whole body felt like it was set on fire, and you couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment or the way that San's hand trailed further down your back until his fingers brushed against the skin that was peeking out from where your shirt rode up.
“Why are you acting all shy now? You were just reading it with a straight face.” Yeosang teased as he moved closer to you, crouching down in front of you. A gasp fell from your lips when his fingers caught your chin, pulling your head up to look at him. “Or were you hoping we'd notice, hmm? Want us to do those things to you?” He continued to tease you, and you swore that your face was the shade of a cherry.
“N-No.” You choked on your words as you looked up at him with glossy eyes.
“Really?” San asked, tossing the book onto the coffee table before his hand moved to wrap around your waist, “So you weren't just eye fucking us earlier?”
Your heart stopped as your head snapped over to look at him, eyes as wide as saucers. You were sure that they hadn't noticed, but how could you be so stupid? You had been staring at them like a dog eyeing a piece of meat.
“Caught ya’,” San smirked at you, and you squirmed around, finally breaking free of his hold and rolling over to sit on your knees in front of them.
“I wasn’t!” You exclaimed, a dull ringing forming in your ears from the sudden movement, “plus it’s your fault for turning the living room into your gym.”
“Oh, so you were staring?” San asked, leaning forward, which caused you to scoot back, but you didn’t get too far when you ran into something. Well, more like someone.
“Don’t run away yet.” Yeosang’s voice rang in your ears as you tilted your head back, finding him standing right behind you. He then crouched down once more, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him as you tried to escape again.
“Let me go! I need to feed my fish.” You came up with an excuse and mentally facepalmed as the words left your lips, but both males looked at you in amusement.
“You don’t have a fish, darlin’.” Yeosang’s voice was right next to your ear, causing your body to freeze, his breath fanning over your cheek.
San rose up to his knees before moving closer to you, leaning down until he was eye level with you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, heart hammering against your ribcage. The sound was almost loud enough that you were sure that they could hear it over the rain that was hitting the windows.
“Look at you, so flustered it’s cute.” San teased, grabbing your chin between his fingers, stopping you from looking away. “What if I told you we were doing it on purpose?”
Your eyes grew wide at his words. There was no way that they were actually doing this just to mess with you. Yet based on the looks that they were both giving you, you knew that he wasn’t lying. You opened your mouth to speak, but San was quick to press a finger against your lips, shushing you.
“Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you stare at us when you think we’re not looking.” Yeosang spoke, his chest pressed against your back, “How you always bite your lip,”
“Or how you squeeze your thighs together,” San added on, fingers trailing down your neck, a smirk tugging on his lips when he felt you swallow under his fingertips.
“Not to mention when you run off to take a shower.” Yeosang’s lips brushed against your ear, and your head started to spin.
“I wasn’t–” You tried to think of an excuse, any excuse really, but the words fell from your tongue the moment you felt Yeosang’s lips against your neck.
A small whine escaped your lips when he found that tender spot right under your ear, surprising both men. You wanted to jump from the window due to your embarrassment, but your body betrayed you.
“Do that again.” San groaned as his hands found your bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and your brain short-circuits.
Yeosang left hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and exposed shoulder that was peeking out from your oversized shirt. Another whine fell from your lips when he bit down, your head falling back against his shoulder.
“Fuck, you sound so hot.” San’s hands slid up your thighs until they met the hem of your shorts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
It felt like your body was on fire from the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your brain starting to shut down already. Then you were suddenly pulled from your daze when Yeosang spun you around and placed you in his lap. You looked at him with wide eyes, hands finding his shoulders, having not expected him to do that. However, the shock wore off as he leaned in, just a hair away from your lips.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice was deep and raspy, causing you to shudder slightly, but you were quick to answer his question by leaning forward, connecting your lips to his.
He groaned against you, hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer. A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his bulge underneath you. Yeosang’s lips muffled all of the noises you made as he rolled your hips down onto his.
“Havin’ all the fun without me?” San asks, his voice an octave lower than it was earlier. He moved closer to the two of you, and as soon as you felt his hands on your waist heat flushed your whole body.
Yeosang broke the kiss before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your shorts, seeing as you weren’t wearing a bra. San and Yeosang both inhaled sharply at the sight of your bare skin.
“Damn princess, no bra?” San leaned into you, whispering in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine as his warm breath fanned over your skin. His hands found your hips while Yeosang reached up, cupping your breast in his hand.
“Yeo…” You breathed out as his lips left wet kisses all over your chest before latching his lips around your perked nipple. One of your hands combed through his hair as your head fell back against San’s shoulder.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” San asked, lips brushing the skin right under your ear as you hummed.
A breathy moan fell from your lips when San started peppering kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder. The feeling of both of their lips on your body had you melting right in Yeosang’s lap, heat overtaking your entire nervous system.
Yeosang moaned into your chest as your hips grinded down against his, the vibrations causing you to let out a moan of your own. San chuckled against your neck as he placed a firm grasp on your hips before making you grind down harder.
“Fuck!” You whined. The feeling of Yeosang’s cock rubbing against your clothed clit was driving you insane. The need to have him inside you grew tenfold, and you tugged on his hair softly, causing him to glance up at you but not quite take his mouth off of you.
Seeing the look in your eye, Yeosang smirked, pulling away from your chest with a wet pop, “What’s wrong, darling?”
“Need you,” Your words came out airy as San continued to attack your neck, your hands trailing down Yeosang’s chest before stopping at the waistband of his sweats.
“I haven’t even prepped you yet. Are you sure you can take it?” He asked, his tone cocky but held undertones of worry.
You, however, were so lost in your need and desire, plus you were sure that you were wet enough that you’d be able to take him without any problem. He couldn’t be that big anyway, right?
“Please, Yeo. I need you in me so bad.” You whined, tugging at the strings of his sweats, causing him to chuckle before grabbing your wrist.
“So impatient, aren’t you?” He cooed, hands finding the band of your shorts and moving forward to place a chiste kiss on your lips before maneuvering you in order to pull your bottoms off as well as your panties, leaving you completely bare before him.
“God, you’re beautiful.” San breathed out, eyes racking over your bare form, and you felt small under his intense gaze. However, Yeosang grabbed your jaw, making you face him before leaning down, lips ghosting over yours.
You leaned into him, eyes fluttering as you waited for him to kiss you, but he never did. Yeosang watched in amusement as your eyes looked at him in shock, a small pout on your lips. He glanced over at San, a silent conversation happening, leaving you confused.
A high-pitched squeak fell from your lips when San grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. You started to protest, but were quickly silenced when his hand hooked around the underneath of your knees, pulling your legs up and apart. Heat flushed your face once more, body squirming in San’s hold, but it was pointless seeing as he was way too strong.
Your breath hitched and body stilled when you felt a hand on your inner thigh, just shy of your weeping core. Blinking back the tears of embarrassment, you looked at Yeosang as he shifted closer to you, his shirt no longer on his body.
“Yeo–” Your voice cracked when you felt him prodding at your entrance, your mouth suddenly going dry as you realized just how big he was.
Seeing your wide eyes, Yeosang chuckled before leaning over you, pressing his lips against your jaw. He kissed up to your ear, a shiver running down your spine as his warm breath fanned over your ear.
“Relax for me, angel.” His voice was smooth, and a small whine fell from your lips as you felt him push into your tight heat. His hands found your hips, squeezing your soft flesh.
“Fuck you’re so big!” You cried out, head falling back onto San’s chest, fingers digging into his bicep. The tears that were once sitting idly on your waterline broke free, gliding down your flustered cheeks.
Yeosang chuckled softly but was cut off by a groan when you clenched around him, his grip tightening. The stretch that his cock was giving you had stars dancing across your vision, your jaw falling slack the further he pushed in. Until he was fully buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against yours.
“You’re doing so well, princess,” San cooed in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin, and you let out a whimper. Your mind started to drift as Yeosang began to slowly roll his hips, testing the waters.
“Y-Yeo… move, please.” You whined, trying to roll your hips against his, the need almost overbearing, and if he didn’t move soon, it felt like you would explode. He smirked down at you, loving the teary eyes that you were looking up at him with. The way you spread out for him was like a wet dream he never thought would come true.
A choked moan tore from your throat when he pulled out only to push back in quickly, hitting every sensitive spot imaginable. Yeosang started off slow, watching the way your eyes rolled back every time he thrusts in, your nails digging into San’s bicep. Then, when his pace picked up, a symphony of noises left your swollen lips.
“Look at you, angel, already so fucked out.” Yeosang teased, hips snapping into yours with a punishing thrust, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.
“She was so eager to be used, weren’t you, princess?” San chuckled, the vibrations sending your mind whirling.
“‘S so good.” You gasped out, head falling back onto San’s chest, and Yeosang’s lips twitched watching you completely lose yourself in the lust. Your eyes flew open as soon as you felt Yeosang’s fingers on your clit, your legs trying to snap shut, but San’s grip was too tight. “Yeo!” You cried out, reaching down to shove his hand away as you felt the pressure in your gut build quickly, way too quickly.
“C’mon, love, I know you can handle it.” His voice was smooth, a smirk tailored to his face, and his pace never slowing. He thrusts into you relentlessly as his finger toyed with your twitching clit, a series of moans and cries fell from your lips.
Then you felt it. Your high crept up on you way too quickly, and you didn’t even get a chance to warn Yeosang before it burst. A silent scream tore through your lungs as your release gushed out in waves all over Yeosang’s cock.
“Fuck.” San groaned, watching as your body trembled in his hold, legs fighting to close, but his grip was far too strong.
“God, you just squirted,” Yeosang growled, bending over you to capture your lip in a messy, spit-filled kiss. The change in positions had white spots clouding your vision as you moaned into Yeosang’s mouth.
“Y-Yeo–” You choked out as he bullied his cock further into your walls, brushing over your sweet spot in the process. Your hands are now on his shoulders, digging into his skin, surely leaving behind crescent shapes from your nails.
Your vision started to blur as his lips latched onto your collarbone, nipping at the skin. Your body twitched in San’s hold, and it felt like your mind was being sent into orbit due to how hard he was going.
“Just a little bit longer, angel.” He cooed in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, and your back arched against him. He had a vice-like grip on your hips, using them as leverage to fuck into your weeping pussy. The way your walls were squeezing around him was about to drive him mad.
“C’mon, princess, open those pretty eyes. Watch as Yeo creams your sweet little cunt.” San coaxed your eyes open, the sight of your teary eyes nearly tipping Yeosang over the edge. San peppered kissed all over your jaw, soaking in the high-pitched moans that left your lips.
“Fuck, cumming.” Yeosang groaned, burying himself to the hilt in your soaping cunt, painting your gummy walls white with his seed. The warm feeling of his cum spilling inside of you tipped you over the edge once more, a weak whine breaking past your lips as your fingers dug into his forearm.
“Did you fill her nice and full, Yeo?” San asked, a smirk adorning his features as he looked at the man in front of him, who met his gaze with a smirk of his own.
“Oh yeah,” He nodded, slowly slipping out of your walls, making you feel every curve and vein of his dick, and you croaked out a whimper. San’s eyes fell to your pussy, watching in amusement as Yeosang’s cum started to spill out. “She’s still got room for another load, don’t you pretty girl?”
Your head was utterly consumed by pleasure at this point, your pupils dilated to the point that they could barely make out your irises. A never-ending heat consumed your body, need growing once more at the thought of them fucking another load of their cum into your sensitive pussy.
“Please.” You pleaded, eyes flickering up to San with a small pout, and the dark-haired male felt his dick twitch in his sweats.
“Fuck.” He cursed, lowering your legs and your body melted against his, and he brought his face down to yours. His fingers brushed over your heated cheeks, lips ghosting over your skin, causing your eyes to flutter. “You want another load babygirl, is that it?”
“Yes, Sannie, please.” You whined, moving forward to connect his lips with yours, but his grip on your jaw tightened, keeping you in place.
A dark chuckle flowed from his lips, the sound went straight to your pussy, causing you to clench around nothing. Then, before you could even process it, you were pulled out of San’s lap, right into Yeosang’s arms. San’s hands found your hips, pulling them up until they hung in the air.
“Such a pretty pussy.” San cooed, his hands smoothing over your ass before landing a harsh smack against your skin. Your body lurched forward with a choked whine, the skin tingling under his palm. He repeated the action a few more times, watching as your body started to shake, hands gripping Yeosang’s thighs.
“I didn’t know you were such a pain slut angel.” Yeosang teases, fingers gripping your chin to tilt your head up until you are looking at him. Tears stuck to your lashes while others spilled down your cheeks, a sight that Yeosang wanted to burn into his brain.
Your body shivered as San’s hand trailed up your spine, before tangling in your hair and yanking your body up. A whimper of his name fell from your lips as your back met his chest, hands going to his thighs to keep your balance.
San’s warm breath fanned over your ear, causing your body to shudder, your arousal building further, “Look, princess, Yeo’s all hard again. Why don’t you be a good girl and help him out while I fuck this pretty little cunt of yours, hmm?”
His free hands snaked down your waist, cupping your heat, causing your hips to buck against him. His name fell from your lips in a breathy moan, eyes fluttering at the contact. You bit your lip to try and keep your moans at bay, suddenly aware that you were still in your apartment and your neighbors could probably hear you. However, all of those sounds broke free once San’s fingers split your folds and pressed against your aching clit.
“F-Fuck!”
“Answer me, princess.” His voice was rough against your ear as he leaned further into your body, finger working lazy circles on your clit. Panting, you tried to nod your head to the best of your ability, seeing as he still had a hold of your hair. A sharp cry fell from your lips when he tugged your head back, the burn causing more tears to brim in your eyes. “Use your words.”
“Y-Yes.” You whimpered, and San released his hold, allowing your body to crumble right back into Yeosang’s lap. Your hands gripped onto his thighs as you tilted your head, coming face-to-face with Yeosang’s erection, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Raising up on shaky arms, you took his cock in one of your hands, pumping slowly. A small whine fell from Yeosang’s lips, his hand falling back at the feeling of your soft hand on his skin. You could feel yourself clench around nothing at the sound, a sound that you wanted to hear fall from his lips over and over again.
You lean forward, bringing your face closer to his length and giving his tip a few kitten licks. Yeosang bit his lip as he looked down at you, moving some of your hair out of your face before gathering your strands into a makeshift ponytail so he could see you.
You were reminded of San’s presence when he started teasing your folds with the tip of his dick, his other hand gripping your hip. A whine reverberated from your throat when he brushed against your still sensitive clit.
“Sannie…” You breathed out, head falling forward when his tip dipped into your walls. However, you cried out pathetically when he smacked your ass, his hand rubbing over the now red skin.
“Focus, princess, or we can leave you here high and dry.” He cooed, but there was an edge to his tone that sent a shiver down your spine because you knew he wasn’t joking.
Lifting your head once more, you moved closer to Yeosang’s cock, wrapping your lips around his tip. Yeosang inhaled sharply through his nose as his hips bucked up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.
“Fuck, you’re mouth feels so good, angel.” He groaned, fingers tightening in your hair as you took him further in your mouth. The sheer size of his cock made it hard to take him all, but you relaxed your throat, trying your best as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes.
Slowly, you started to bob your head, tongue swirling around his tip, pulling a mixture of groans and whines from his lips that went straight to your cunt. San’s fingers tightened around your hips after he aligned his dick with your leaking entrance. Then he thrusts deep into your cunt, burying himself entirely in your heat, causing a choked moan to rip from your lungs only to be muffled by Yeosang’s dick.
Your nails dug into Yeosang’s thighs as San rutted his hips against yours. A loud moan vibrated around Yeosang’s dick, causing him to tug on your hair, his hips bucking up. The feeling of your mouth on his, with a mixture of your moans, had Yeosang’s cock twitching in your mouth. Your body slumped forward into Yeosang’s lap as San’s pace quickly turned hard and fast, his tip hitting your sweet spot instantly, and stars danced across your vision. Tears stung in your eyes as you tried your best to keep your focus on Yeosang, but with every drag of San’s dick against your walls, it had the tip of Yeosang’s dick hitting the back of your throat.
“Oh fuck, you’re doing so good for me, angel.” Yeosang’s voice came out in a moan, causing your pussy to clench around San’s cock, whose fingers dug into the fat of your hips, nails leaving behind indents.
“Shit, I can’t believe you’re letting us fuck your sweet little cunt princess,” San growled, hips pistoning into yours, tearing another loud cry from your lips.
Yeosang chuckled as he tugged on your hair, earning a whine from your muffled lips. The vibrations turned his chuckle into a choked groan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. “Fuck, angel, I’m close.”
You could feel his heavy cock twitch on your tongue, telling you just how close he really was. You tried your best to keep your concentration on his cock, but with how hard and frantic San’s hips were slamming against yours, his dick hitting all the right spots made it challenging. However, you took him as far into your mouth that you could without gagging, your tongue pressing against the vein that ran along the underside of his dick. That was his breaking point. A sharp moan fell from his lips as his hand pressed down on the back of your head, making you take him even further as he came. The vibrations of your moans around his sensitive cock pulled a breathy whine from his parted lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yeosang chanted as you continued to suck on his still twitching cock, milking every last drop of his cum before he finally pulled you off of him with a lewd ‘pop’. He then let go of your hair before grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, saying, “Swallow it.”
His hoarse voice sent tingles all throughout your body, your walls tightening around San’s cock, earning a deep groan from the dark-haired male. You swallowed Yeosang’s seed as you held his eyes before opening your mouth and letting your tongue fall free, showing him. A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours before pulling away, causing you to whine.
He released his hold, allowing your body to fall right back into his lap, your arms too weak to hold yourself up anymore. No longer worried about having Yeosang’s dick in your throat, San's grip tightened before his hips sped up.
“S-San!” You screamed his name, back arching as he somehow hit even deeper in your cunt, making your body shake. Planting one of his feet up, he used your hips as leverage to fuck into you, his tip brushing over your sweet spot continuously. All sound caught in your throat as you tried to cry out, but all that came out was a pitiful squeak, tears cascading down your cheeks.
“Such a dirty girl aren’t you, princess, so fucked out but yet so eager for more.” San chastised you as he watched you push your hips back against his. He then smacked your ass again, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he watched your skin turn a deeper shade of red.
Your hands balled into fists as your head hung low, your high steadily getting closer. Then you felt a hand wrap around your throat, pulling a weak moan from your lips. Yeosang lifted your upper body up until you were level with his face, the change in angle sending your body over the edge.
“F-Fuck!” You cried out, eyes rolling back as your hands wrapped around Yeosang’s wrist while San continued to pummel into you.
“God, you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” San groaned, head falling right between your shoulder blades. One of his hands moved around your hips, easily finding your aching clit. A strangled moan left your swollen lips as he circled the nub harshly, white spots starting to cloud your vision.
“You look so good like this angel.” Yeosang’s breath fanned over your soaked face, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You tried to speak, but his grip on your throat tightened, and all that came out was a meek cry.
His lips crashed into yours with an almost bruising force, nearly taking all of the air from your lungs. The kiss was a mess of spit as you tried to keep up with his pace, but your brain was starting to float away from you. With another harsh snap of San’s hips, white spots littered your vision, and a mixture of incoherent words fell from your lips only to be swallowed by Yeosang’s.
A familiar pressure built in your gut once more, and your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you if it wasn’t for San and Yeosang’s hold on you. You opened your mouth to warn them, but you were cut off by a loud whine when San’s lips latched onto the back of your shoulder, leaving bite marks in his wake.
“F-Fuck! ‘M close–fuck, Sannie, I feel weird.” You cried out, hands moving to grab Yeosang’s shoulders to ground yourself as he pulled back to look at your face.
The sound of San’s dark chuckle made your brain swirl, your walls clenching around him like crazy. However, your words only spurred him on. His pace grew to an almost feral pace, causing your eyes to roll, nails digging into Yeosang’s shoulders.
With one last harsh thrust of his hips, your body shattered, your release gushing out of you and drenching the floor. The sight had both men groaning, and San’s fingers sped up on your clit to coax more out of your body. A silent scream falling from your lips, mind gone entirely, and body convulsing between them.
“S-Sannie!” You cried out, hand grabbing his wrist to try to pry his hand away from your clit. He sank his teeth into your shoulder, and your body jerked with a broken moan. “‘S too much.”
“Aww, is it really too much for you, princess?” San mocked you, and you tried to respond, but the only sounds that left your lips were broken moans and cries of their names.
After a few more harsh, quick snaps of his hips, a string of long, low groans fell from his lips. His cum gushing out deep in your womb. The sensation pulls another, weaker orgasm from your spent body, and you whine loudly. San continued to rock his hips against yours, riding out his high before leaning against your back, his face buried in your shoulder.
Yeosang released your throat, letting your body fall against his chest, and all three of you stayed like that for a few long moments. Once he caught his breath, San pulled away slowly, pressing soft kisses along the back of your shoulder as he pulled out of your cunt. Another whine falling from your lips as you could feel every groove and vein of his cock.
“S-Sannie.” You whimpered, causing him to chuckle, his hands massaging your sore hips. Your muscles finally started to relax, and you melted right into Yeosang’s arms.
“Keep her awake, I’ll go run the bath,” San told Yeosang as he stood, grabbing his boxers off the ground in the process.
Yeosang didn’t say a word, just nodded as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer. San disappeared out of the room, and you could feel yourself start to drift off.
“Keep your eyes open, angel.” He whispered in your ear softly, causing you to whine, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours, letting you decide what to do next. You wrapped a shaky hand around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.
Yeosang shifted both of your bodies until you were perched in his lap once more, his hands gently caressing your thighs. Your lips melded together, and you felt as if you could never get tired of the taste of his lips.
Reluctantly, Yeosang pulled away, “You keep doing that, and this might lead to another round.” He teased, and your face flushed, causing him to laugh softly. He then reached forward, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek.
“Bath’s ready.” San came back into the room, dressed in a pair of pajama pants now, and his eyes fell onto where you were sitting. “Not thinking about going another round without me, are you?”
“Maybe.” Yeosang teased, his hand falling back to your hips to help you stand, but you almost toppled over the moment you stood. Both men chuckled, and you glared at them, telling them that it was their fault.
Once he was on his feet and pulled his boxer back on, Yeosang bent down and picked you up, causing a shocked gasp to leave your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him, and he just smiled sweetly at you.
“Let’s get you in the bath, then we can order something to eat before going to bed.” He told you, eyes flickering over to San, who nodded in agreement.
As you were carried to the bathroom, the realization of what just happened hit you like a tidal wave. The two guys that you grew up with, thinking that you would never do anything like this with, had just fucked you into the next universe.
You buried your face in Yeosang’s neck as more thoughts of what this meant filled your head, but as soon as you hit the warm water, you decided to let those go for another time. For now, you’d enjoy San and Yeosang’s company as they bickered over what to order.
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SAME DAMN TIME ── k.ys & c.sn
synopsis ; you were just hoping for a relaxing rainy day, but yeosang and san had other plans when they decided to not go to the gym. one plan was to distract you from the questionable book in your hands. and the other? getting their workout in of course, but in a more.... invigorating way.
pairing(s) ; bsf!yeosang x f!reader x bsf!san
☆ ── wc. ; 6.2k ☆ ── genre ; pure smut (w/ a sprinkle of plot), friends to smth ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, threesome, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, they're both huge teases, big dick!sansang, messing makeout, spanking, hair pulling, clit play, breast play, petnames (darling, angel, princess, love, babygirl...), teasing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, biting/marking, strength kink, slight size kink, manhandling, rough sex, dom!yeosang x sub!reader x dom!san, san is a bit of a meanie, choking, slight breath play, dumbification, some degration (reader gets called slut once) and praise, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, slight face fucking, both are sweethearts at the end, lmk if I miss anything!
There were always pros and cons of growing up with two guy best friends. The pros are that no other guys really bothered you because they always thought you were dating one of them; hell, some even thought you were dating both. You can recall so many times when both Yeosang and San got flustered when asked if they were dating you, denying it till they ran out of breath. Not that it really convinced people, anyway.
But then there were the cons…
You had to watch them hit puberty, which at first didn’t really affect their physique at all. They were, as you like to call them, string beans. However, once they got serious about going to the gym during your college days, you started to wish they hadn’t. As the months passed, it became insanely harder to turn a blind eye to their growing muscles, especially since they thought it’d be better to be roommates. Ya know, save money and all, but now you were in fear of your mental health.
Today just seemed to be one of those days when your eyes would betray you at any given moment. It was raining out, and the guys didn’t feel like going out to the gym, so what was their solution? Working out in the living room, where you just so happen to be trying to enjoy the new book you bought. However, as soon as San walked in wearing a black tank top and gym shorts, that book was placed on the back burner.
You tried to focus on the pages in front of you, but the words kept blending together, and not a single thing stuck in your brain. It pleaded with you to look up, and at some point, you listened to the urges, eyes racking over the man’s back and arms as he continued with his pushups, a thin layer of sweat covering his honey skin.
The sound of footsteps broke your burning gaze, and you swallowed thickly before looking over, finding Yeosang standing in the doorway. Heat flushed up your neck, thinking that you had just been caught staring at San. Yeosang, however, didn’t say a word as he walked over to the weight rack, the very one you had told them multiple times to put in one of their rooms because it looked tacky, but of course they didn’t listen.
Inhaling deeply, you will yourself to look back at your book and try to read, because the story was indeed interesting. But just like before, the words made no sense to you, and the words started to blur as you reread the same sentence multiple times.
“New book?” Yeosang’s voice caused you to jump, the book falling into your lap, and you looked up at him with an expression as if you had just been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to, which, in retrospect, you were.
Swallowing thickly, you bend over to grab the book that had fallen to the ground, “Yeah, I got it the other day.” You told him, your eyes everywhere but on him.
“Oh? What’s it about?” This time, it was San asking the questions, his hand snatching the book from your hand after you grabbed it, causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise.
“Hey!” You jumped up, ready to snatch the book back, having completely forgotten what the book was about until just now. Heat rushed up your neck, painting your cheeks a bright red as you tried to grab the book, but San held it out of your reach, his other hand pressed against your stomach, keeping you back.
“Oh, dark fairies, huh?” San asked in a teasing tone, flipping it over to read the description on the back.
“Yes, now.” You pushed against his arm to try and grab the book once more, hoping he wouldn’t be able to open it one-handed, “Give. It. Back.”
Just as you finally break free from San’s grasp and are about to grab the book, Yeosang reaches down and grabs it from San. A yelp fell from your lips as you collapsed in San’s lap, head snapping up to look at Yeosang as he started to open the book. Dread filled your body as his eyes began to scan the first few pages that held content warnings.
Accepting defeat, you slumped down on San’s legs, head hanging over his knee, not ready to face the embarrassment that was about to happen.
“Jeez, I didn’t know you were into this type of stuff y/n.” Yeosang chuckles, and you groan, covering your face. He looked down at you, a smirk tugging on his lips as he saw the tips of your ears turn a brilliant shade of red.
“Wait, wait, lemme see.” San held a hand back out to Yeosang, wanting to see just what you had been reading about.
“Stop, please.” You pleaded with them, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes as you tried to sit up.
However, San pressed a hand flat against your back, pushing you right back in his lap. Heat started to bloom in your lower gut as he held you in place. You wanted to hate yourself for getting turned on by this situation, but you had been fawning over them for the last few months, and being practically bent over San’s lap was not helping your case.
Yeosang handed San the open book, and the dark-haired male took it, eyes skimming over the same words that Yeosang had read just moments ago. A sinister smirk pulled on the male's lips the more he read, and you continued struggling to get out of his hold, but to no avail.
“Hair pulling, size kink, bondage, choking, strength kink…” The more San read aloud, the more embarrassed you felt, hands coming up to cover your face as a few tears dripped from your eyelashes. You whined for him to stop, but he didn’t listen; instead, he continued to list the warnings until he finished. ”Damn y/n, I didn’t think you were that kinky.” He chuckled, hand still firm against your back, and you shook your head in protest.
You couldn't bring yourself to look at either of them, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole. Your whole body felt like it was set on fire, and you couldn't tell if it was from the embarrassment or the way that San's hand trailed further down your back until his fingers brushed against the skin that was peeking out from where your shirt rode up.
“Why are you acting all shy now? You were just reading it with a straight face.” Yeosang teased as he moved closer to you, crouching down in front of you. A gasp fell from your lips when his fingers caught your chin, pulling your head up to look at him. “Or were you hoping we'd notice, hmm? Want us to do those things to you?” He continued to tease you, and you swore that your face was the shade of a cherry.
“N-No.” You choked on your words as you looked up at him with glossy eyes.
“Really?” San asked, tossing the book onto the coffee table before his hand moved to wrap around your waist, “So you weren't just eye fucking us earlier?”
Your heart stopped as your head snapped over to look at him, eyes as wide as saucers. You were sure that they hadn't noticed, but how could you be so stupid? You had been staring at them like a dog eyeing a piece of meat.
“Caught ya’,” San smirked at you, and you squirmed around, finally breaking free of his hold and rolling over to sit on your knees in front of them.
“I wasn’t!” You exclaimed, a dull ringing forming in your ears from the sudden movement, “plus it’s your fault for turning the living room into your gym.”
“Oh, so you were staring?” San asked, leaning forward, which caused you to scoot back, but you didn’t get too far when you ran into something. Well, more like someone.
“Don’t run away yet.” Yeosang’s voice rang in your ears as you tilted your head back, finding him standing right behind you. He then crouched down once more, grabbing your arm and pulling you back into him as you tried to escape again.
“Let me go! I need to feed my fish.” You came up with an excuse and mentally facepalmed as the words left your lips, but both males looked at you in amusement.
“You don’t have a fish, darlin’.” Yeosang’s voice was right next to your ear, causing your body to freeze, his breath fanning over your cheek.
San rose up to his knees before moving closer to you, leaning down until he was eye level with you. Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met his, heart hammering against your ribcage. The sound was almost loud enough that you were sure that they could hear it over the rain that was hitting the windows.
“Look at you, so flustered it’s cute.” San teased, grabbing your chin between his fingers, stopping you from looking away. “What if I told you we were doing it on purpose?”
Your eyes grew wide at his words. There was no way that they were actually doing this just to mess with you. Yet based on the looks that they were both giving you, you knew that he wasn’t lying. You opened your mouth to speak, but San was quick to press a finger against your lips, shushing you.
“Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you stare at us when you think we’re not looking.” Yeosang spoke, his chest pressed against your back, “How you always bite your lip,”
“Or how you squeeze your thighs together,” San added on, fingers trailing down your neck, a smirk tugging on his lips when he felt you swallow under his fingertips.
“Not to mention when you run off to take a shower.” Yeosang’s lips brushed against your ear, and your head started to spin.
“I wasn’t–” You tried to think of an excuse, any excuse really, but the words fell from your tongue the moment you felt Yeosang’s lips against your neck.
A small whine escaped your lips when he found that tender spot right under your ear, surprising both men. You wanted to jump from the window due to your embarrassment, but your body betrayed you.
“Do that again.” San groaned as his hands found your bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh and your brain short-circuits.
Yeosang left hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and exposed shoulder that was peeking out from your oversized shirt. Another whine fell from your lips when he bit down, your head falling back against his shoulder.
“Fuck, you sound so hot.” San’s hands slid up your thighs until they met the hem of your shorts, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
It felt like your body was on fire from the sudden overwhelming pleasure, your brain starting to shut down already. Then you were suddenly pulled from your daze when Yeosang spun you around and placed you in his lap. You looked at him with wide eyes, hands finding his shoulders, having not expected him to do that. However, the shock wore off as he leaned in, just a hair away from your lips.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice was deep and raspy, causing you to shudder slightly, but you were quick to answer his question by leaning forward, connecting your lips to his.
He groaned against you, hands grabbing your hips to pull you closer. A soft moan escaped your lips when you felt his bulge underneath you. Yeosang’s lips muffled all of the noises you made as he rolled your hips down onto his.
“Havin’ all the fun without me?” San asks, his voice an octave lower than it was earlier. He moved closer to the two of you, and as soon as you felt his hands on your waist heat flushed your whole body.
Yeosang broke the kiss before grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it over your head, leaving you in just your shorts, seeing as you weren’t wearing a bra. San and Yeosang both inhaled sharply at the sight of your bare skin.
“Damn princess, no bra?” San leaned into you, whispering in your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine as his warm breath fanned over your skin. His hands found your hips while Yeosang reached up, cupping your breast in his hand.
“Yeo…” You breathed out as his lips left wet kisses all over your chest before latching his lips around your perked nipple. One of your hands combed through his hair as your head fell back against San’s shoulder.
“Feels good, doesn't it?” San asked, lips brushing the skin right under your ear as you hummed.
A breathy moan fell from your lips when San started peppering kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder. The feeling of both of their lips on your body had you melting right in Yeosang’s lap, heat overtaking your entire nervous system.
Yeosang moaned into your chest as your hips grinded down against his, the vibrations causing you to let out a moan of your own. San chuckled against your neck as he placed a firm grasp on your hips before making you grind down harder.
“Fuck!” You whined. The feeling of Yeosang’s cock rubbing against your clothed clit was driving you insane. The need to have him inside you grew tenfold, and you tugged on his hair softly, causing him to glance up at you but not quite take his mouth off of you.
Seeing the look in your eye, Yeosang smirked, pulling away from your chest with a wet pop, “What’s wrong, darling?”
“Need you,” Your words came out airy as San continued to attack your neck, your hands trailing down Yeosang’s chest before stopping at the waistband of his sweats.
“I haven’t even prepped you yet. Are you sure you can take it?” He asked, his tone cocky but held undertones of worry.
You, however, were so lost in your need and desire, plus you were sure that you were wet enough that you’d be able to take him without any problem. He couldn’t be that big anyway, right?
“Please, Yeo. I need you in me so bad.” You whined, tugging at the strings of his sweats, causing him to chuckle before grabbing your wrist.
“So impatient, aren’t you?” He cooed, hands finding the band of your shorts and moving forward to place a chiste kiss on your lips before maneuvering you in order to pull your bottoms off as well as your panties, leaving you completely bare before him.
“God, you’re beautiful.” San breathed out, eyes racking over your bare form, and you felt small under his intense gaze. However, Yeosang grabbed your jaw, making you face him before leaning down, lips ghosting over yours.
You leaned into him, eyes fluttering as you waited for him to kiss you, but he never did. Yeosang watched in amusement as your eyes looked at him in shock, a small pout on your lips. He glanced over at San, a silent conversation happening, leaving you confused.
A high-pitched squeak fell from your lips when San grabbed your hips, pulling you into his lap. You started to protest, but were quickly silenced when his hand hooked around the underneath of your knees, pulling your legs up and apart. Heat flushed your face once more, body squirming in San’s hold, but it was pointless seeing as he was way too strong.
Your breath hitched and body stilled when you felt a hand on your inner thigh, just shy of your weeping core. Blinking back the tears of embarrassment, you looked at Yeosang as he shifted closer to you, his shirt no longer on his body.
“Yeo–” Your voice cracked when you felt him prodding at your entrance, your mouth suddenly going dry as you realized just how big he was.
Seeing your wide eyes, Yeosang chuckled before leaning over you, pressing his lips against your jaw. He kissed up to your ear, a shiver running down your spine as his warm breath fanned over your ear.
“Relax for me, angel.” His voice was smooth, and a small whine fell from your lips as you felt him push into your tight heat. His hands found your hips, squeezing your soft flesh.
“Fuck you’re so big!” You cried out, head falling back onto San’s chest, fingers digging into his bicep. The tears that were once sitting idly on your waterline broke free, gliding down your flustered cheeks.
Yeosang chuckled softly but was cut off by a groan when you clenched around him, his grip tightening. The stretch that his cock was giving you had stars dancing across your vision, your jaw falling slack the further he pushed in. Until he was fully buried to the hilt, hips pressed flush against yours.
“You’re doing so well, princess,” San cooed in your ear, his lips ghosting over your skin, and you let out a whimper. Your mind started to drift as Yeosang began to slowly roll his hips, testing the waters.
“Y-Yeo… move, please.” You whined, trying to roll your hips against his, the need almost overbearing, and if he didn’t move soon, it felt like you would explode. He smirked down at you, loving the teary eyes that you were looking up at him with. The way you spread out for him was like a wet dream he never thought would come true.
A choked moan tore from your throat when he pulled out only to push back in quickly, hitting every sensitive spot imaginable. Yeosang started off slow, watching the way your eyes rolled back every time he thrusts in, your nails digging into San’s bicep. Then, when his pace picked up, a symphony of noises left your swollen lips.
“Look at you, angel, already so fucked out.” Yeosang teased, hips snapping into yours with a punishing thrust, eliciting a loud moan from your lips.
“She was so eager to be used, weren’t you, princess?” San chuckled, the vibrations sending your mind whirling.
“‘S so good.” You gasped out, head falling back onto San’s chest, and Yeosang’s lips twitched watching you completely lose yourself in the lust. Your eyes flew open as soon as you felt Yeosang’s fingers on your clit, your legs trying to snap shut, but San’s grip was too tight. “Yeo!” You cried out, reaching down to shove his hand away as you felt the pressure in your gut build quickly, way too quickly.
“C’mon, love, I know you can handle it.” His voice was smooth, a smirk tailored to his face, and his pace never slowing. He thrusts into you relentlessly as his finger toyed with your twitching clit, a series of moans and cries fell from your lips.
Then you felt it. Your high crept up on you way too quickly, and you didn’t even get a chance to warn Yeosang before it burst. A silent scream tore through your lungs as your release gushed out in waves all over Yeosang’s cock.
“Fuck.” San groaned, watching as your body trembled in his hold, legs fighting to close, but his grip was far too strong.
“God, you just squirted,” Yeosang growled, bending over you to capture your lip in a messy, spit-filled kiss. The change in positions had white spots clouding your vision as you moaned into Yeosang’s mouth.
“Y-Yeo–” You choked out as he bullied his cock further into your walls, brushing over your sweet spot in the process. Your hands are now on his shoulders, digging into his skin, surely leaving behind crescent shapes from your nails.
Your vision started to blur as his lips latched onto your collarbone, nipping at the skin. Your body twitched in San’s hold, and it felt like your mind was being sent into orbit due to how hard he was going.
“Just a little bit longer, angel.” He cooed in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, and your back arched against him. He had a vice-like grip on your hips, using them as leverage to fuck into your weeping pussy. The way your walls were squeezing around him was about to drive him mad.
“C’mon, princess, open those pretty eyes. Watch as Yeo creams your sweet little cunt.” San coaxed your eyes open, the sight of your teary eyes nearly tipping Yeosang over the edge. San peppered kissed all over your jaw, soaking in the high-pitched moans that left your lips.
“Fuck, cumming.” Yeosang groaned, burying himself to the hilt in your soaping cunt, painting your gummy walls white with his seed. The warm feeling of his cum spilling inside of you tipped you over the edge once more, a weak whine breaking past your lips as your fingers dug into his forearm.
“Did you fill her nice and full, Yeo?” San asked, a smirk adorning his features as he looked at the man in front of him, who met his gaze with a smirk of his own.
“Oh yeah,” He nodded, slowly slipping out of your walls, making you feel every curve and vein of his dick, and you croaked out a whimper. San’s eyes fell to your pussy, watching in amusement as Yeosang’s cum started to spill out. “She’s still got room for another load, don’t you pretty girl?”
Your head was utterly consumed by pleasure at this point, your pupils dilated to the point that they could barely make out your irises. A never-ending heat consumed your body, need growing once more at the thought of them fucking another load of their cum into your sensitive pussy.
“Please.” You pleaded, eyes flickering up to San with a small pout, and the dark-haired male felt his dick twitch in his sweats.
“Fuck.” He cursed, lowering your legs and your body melted against his, and he brought his face down to yours. His fingers brushed over your heated cheeks, lips ghosting over your skin, causing your eyes to flutter. “You want another load babygirl, is that it?”
“Yes, Sannie, please.” You whined, moving forward to connect his lips with yours, but his grip on your jaw tightened, keeping you in place.
A dark chuckle flowed from his lips, the sound went straight to your pussy, causing you to clench around nothing. Then, before you could even process it, you were pulled out of San’s lap, right into Yeosang’s arms. San’s hands found your hips, pulling them up until they hung in the air.
“Such a pretty pussy.” San cooed, his hands smoothing over your ass before landing a harsh smack against your skin. Your body lurched forward with a choked whine, the skin tingling under his palm. He repeated the action a few more times, watching as your body started to shake, hands gripping Yeosang’s thighs.
“I didn’t know you were such a pain slut angel.” Yeosang teases, fingers gripping your chin to tilt your head up until you are looking at him. Tears stuck to your lashes while others spilled down your cheeks, a sight that Yeosang wanted to burn into his brain.
Your body shivered as San’s hand trailed up your spine, before tangling in your hair and yanking your body up. A whimper of his name fell from your lips as your back met his chest, hands going to his thighs to keep your balance.
San’s warm breath fanned over your ear, causing your body to shudder, your arousal building further, “Look, princess, Yeo’s all hard again. Why don’t you be a good girl and help him out while I fuck this pretty little cunt of yours, hmm?”
His free hands snaked down your waist, cupping your heat, causing your hips to buck against him. His name fell from your lips in a breathy moan, eyes fluttering at the contact. You bit your lip to try and keep your moans at bay, suddenly aware that you were still in your apartment and your neighbors could probably hear you. However, all of those sounds broke free once San’s fingers split your folds and pressed against your aching clit.
“F-Fuck!”
“Answer me, princess.” His voice was rough against your ear as he leaned further into your body, finger working lazy circles on your clit. Panting, you tried to nod your head to the best of your ability, seeing as he still had a hold of your hair. A sharp cry fell from your lips when he tugged your head back, the burn causing more tears to brim in your eyes. “Use your words.”
“Y-Yes.” You whimpered, and San released his hold, allowing your body to crumble right back into Yeosang’s lap. Your hands gripped onto his thighs as you tilted your head, coming face-to-face with Yeosang’s erection, pre-cum glistening on the tip.
Raising up on shaky arms, you took his cock in one of your hands, pumping slowly. A small whine fell from Yeosang’s lips, his hand falling back at the feeling of your soft hand on his skin. You could feel yourself clench around nothing at the sound, a sound that you wanted to hear fall from his lips over and over again.
You lean forward, bringing your face closer to his length and giving his tip a few kitten licks. Yeosang bit his lip as he looked down at you, moving some of your hair out of your face before gathering your strands into a makeshift ponytail so he could see you.
You were reminded of San’s presence when he started teasing your folds with the tip of his dick, his other hand gripping your hip. A whine reverberated from your throat when he brushed against your still sensitive clit.
“Sannie…” You breathed out, head falling forward when his tip dipped into your walls. However, you cried out pathetically when he smacked your ass, his hand rubbing over the now red skin.
“Focus, princess, or we can leave you here high and dry.” He cooed, but there was an edge to his tone that sent a shiver down your spine because you knew he wasn’t joking.
Lifting your head once more, you moved closer to Yeosang’s cock, wrapping your lips around his tip. Yeosang inhaled sharply through his nose as his hips bucked up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.
“Fuck, you’re mouth feels so good, angel.” He groaned, fingers tightening in your hair as you took him further in your mouth. The sheer size of his cock made it hard to take him all, but you relaxed your throat, trying your best as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes.
Slowly, you started to bob your head, tongue swirling around his tip, pulling a mixture of groans and whines from his lips that went straight to your cunt. San’s fingers tightened around your hips after he aligned his dick with your leaking entrance. Then he thrusts deep into your cunt, burying himself entirely in your heat, causing a choked moan to rip from your lungs only to be muffled by Yeosang’s dick.
Your nails dug into Yeosang’s thighs as San rutted his hips against yours. A loud moan vibrated around Yeosang’s dick, causing him to tug on your hair, his hips bucking up. The feeling of your mouth on his, with a mixture of your moans, had Yeosang’s cock twitching in your mouth. Your body slumped forward into Yeosang’s lap as San’s pace quickly turned hard and fast, his tip hitting your sweet spot instantly, and stars danced across your vision. Tears stung in your eyes as you tried your best to keep your focus on Yeosang, but with every drag of San’s dick against your walls, it had the tip of Yeosang’s dick hitting the back of your throat.
“Oh fuck, you’re doing so good for me, angel.” Yeosang’s voice came out in a moan, causing your pussy to clench around San’s cock, whose fingers dug into the fat of your hips, nails leaving behind indents.
“Shit, I can’t believe you’re letting us fuck your sweet little cunt princess,” San growled, hips pistoning into yours, tearing another loud cry from your lips.
Yeosang chuckled as he tugged on your hair, earning a whine from your muffled lips. The vibrations turned his chuckle into a choked groan, his hips bucking up into your mouth. “Fuck, angel, I’m close.”
You could feel his heavy cock twitch on your tongue, telling you just how close he really was. You tried your best to keep your concentration on his cock, but with how hard and frantic San’s hips were slamming against yours, his dick hitting all the right spots made it challenging. However, you took him as far into your mouth that you could without gagging, your tongue pressing against the vein that ran along the underside of his dick. That was his breaking point. A sharp moan fell from his lips as his hand pressed down on the back of your head, making you take him even further as he came. The vibrations of your moans around his sensitive cock pulled a breathy whine from his parted lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yeosang chanted as you continued to suck on his still twitching cock, milking every last drop of his cum before he finally pulled you off of him with a lewd ‘pop’. He then let go of your hair before grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks, saying, “Swallow it.”
His hoarse voice sent tingles all throughout your body, your walls tightening around San’s cock, earning a deep groan from the dark-haired male. You swallowed Yeosang’s seed as you held his eyes before opening your mouth and letting your tongue fall free, showing him. A smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as he leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours before pulling away, causing you to whine.
He released his hold, allowing your body to fall right back into his lap, your arms too weak to hold yourself up anymore. No longer worried about having Yeosang’s dick in your throat, San's grip tightened before his hips sped up.
“S-San!” You screamed his name, back arching as he somehow hit even deeper in your cunt, making your body shake. Planting one of his feet up, he used your hips as leverage to fuck into you, his tip brushing over your sweet spot continuously. All sound caught in your throat as you tried to cry out, but all that came out was a pitiful squeak, tears cascading down your cheeks.
“Such a dirty girl aren’t you, princess, so fucked out but yet so eager for more.” San chastised you as he watched you push your hips back against his. He then smacked your ass again, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as he watched your skin turn a deeper shade of red.
Your hands balled into fists as your head hung low, your high steadily getting closer. Then you felt a hand wrap around your throat, pulling a weak moan from your lips. Yeosang lifted your upper body up until you were level with his face, the change in angle sending your body over the edge.
“F-Fuck!” You cried out, eyes rolling back as your hands wrapped around Yeosang’s wrist while San continued to pummel into you.
“God, you’re squeezing me so damn tight.” San groaned, head falling right between your shoulder blades. One of his hands moved around your hips, easily finding your aching clit. A strangled moan left your swollen lips as he circled the nub harshly, white spots starting to cloud your vision.
“You look so good like this angel.” Yeosang’s breath fanned over your soaked face, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You tried to speak, but his grip on your throat tightened, and all that came out was a meek cry.
His lips crashed into yours with an almost bruising force, nearly taking all of the air from your lungs. The kiss was a mess of spit as you tried to keep up with his pace, but your brain was starting to float away from you. With another harsh snap of San’s hips, white spots littered your vision, and a mixture of incoherent words fell from your lips only to be swallowed by Yeosang’s.
A familiar pressure built in your gut once more, and your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you if it wasn’t for San and Yeosang’s hold on you. You opened your mouth to warn them, but you were cut off by a loud whine when San’s lips latched onto the back of your shoulder, leaving bite marks in his wake.
“F-Fuck! ‘M close–fuck, Sannie, I feel weird.” You cried out, hands moving to grab Yeosang’s shoulders to ground yourself as he pulled back to look at your face.
The sound of San’s dark chuckle made your brain swirl, your walls clenching around him like crazy. However, your words only spurred him on. His pace grew to an almost feral pace, causing your eyes to roll, nails digging into Yeosang’s shoulders.
With one last harsh thrust of his hips, your body shattered, your release gushing out of you and drenching the floor. The sight had both men groaning, and San’s fingers sped up on your clit to coax more out of your body. A silent scream falling from your lips, mind gone entirely, and body convulsing between them.
“S-Sannie!” You cried out, hand grabbing his wrist to try to pry his hand away from your clit. He sank his teeth into your shoulder, and your body jerked with a broken moan. “‘S too much.”
“Aww, is it really too much for you, princess?” San mocked you, and you tried to respond, but the only sounds that left your lips were broken moans and cries of their names.
After a few more harsh, quick snaps of his hips, a string of long, low groans fell from his lips. His cum gushing out deep in your womb. The sensation pulls another, weaker orgasm from your spent body, and you whine loudly. San continued to rock his hips against yours, riding out his high before leaning against your back, his face buried in your shoulder.
Yeosang released your throat, letting your body fall against his chest, and all three of you stayed like that for a few long moments. Once he caught his breath, San pulled away slowly, pressing soft kisses along the back of your shoulder as he pulled out of your cunt. Another whine falling from your lips as you could feel every groove and vein of his cock.
“S-Sannie.” You whimpered, causing him to chuckle, his hands massaging your sore hips. Your muscles finally started to relax, and you melted right into Yeosang’s arms.
“Keep her awake, I’ll go run the bath,” San told Yeosang as he stood, grabbing his boxers off the ground in the process.
Yeosang didn’t say a word, just nodded as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer. San disappeared out of the room, and you could feel yourself start to drift off.
“Keep your eyes open, angel.” He whispered in your ear softly, causing you to whine, eyes fluttering open to look up at him. He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours, letting you decide what to do next. You wrapped a shaky hand around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.
Yeosang shifted both of your bodies until you were perched in his lap once more, his hands gently caressing your thighs. Your lips melded together, and you felt as if you could never get tired of the taste of his lips.
Reluctantly, Yeosang pulled away, “You keep doing that, and this might lead to another round.” He teased, and your face flushed, causing him to laugh softly. He then reached forward, brushing your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek.
“Bath’s ready.” San came back into the room, dressed in a pair of pajama pants now, and his eyes fell onto where you were sitting. “Not thinking about going another round without me, are you?”
“Maybe.” Yeosang teased, his hand falling back to your hips to help you stand, but you almost toppled over the moment you stood. Both men chuckled, and you glared at them, telling them that it was their fault.
Once he was on his feet and pulled his boxer back on, Yeosang bent down and picked you up, causing a shocked gasp to leave your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him, and he just smiled sweetly at you.
“Let’s get you in the bath, then we can order something to eat before going to bed.” He told you, eyes flickering over to San, who nodded in agreement.
As you were carried to the bathroom, the realization of what just happened hit you like a tidal wave. The two guys that you grew up with, thinking that you would never do anything like this with, had just fucked you into the next universe.
You buried your face in Yeosang’s neck as more thoughts of what this meant filled your head, but as soon as you hit the warm water, you decided to let those go for another time. For now, you’d enjoy San and Yeosang’s company as they bickered over what to order.
© 𝐬𝐭𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 | 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠
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Knocked Up Abroad
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, dilf yunho, pregnancy, yunho has a severe case of baby fever, breeding kink, creampies, cum play, overstimulation, praise kink *not proofread, just pure horny*
[feel like shit rn but the dilf atz fic grind dont stop 💪💪]
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Italy was sun-soaked and dreamy—the kind of place people wrote about in love songs.
Cobblestone alleys, the smell of espresso in the air, the lilt of laughter around every piazza. You and Yunho had been walking hand in hand since breakfast, taking in the views, stopping to share little bites of tiramisu or sip wine under vine-draped awnings.
But right now, all Yunho could focus on was you.
You were seated at a small café near the edge of the square, where a local family had parked their stroller just a few feet away. The parents were chatting animatedly in Italian while their chubby-cheeked toddler stared up at you from their high chair, a gummy smile wide, hands waving toward your necklace as if it were the most fascinating treasure in the world.
You, of course, had melted instantly.
“Aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” you cooed, brushing your fingers over the child’s soft curls as they giggled. “You want my bracelet? Oh no, it’s shiny, huh? So shiny.”
Yunho sat beside you, frozen halfway through pouring water into your glass, just watching. The way your face softened, the way your voice changed—gentle, high-pitched, warm. The instinctive sway of your body as you entertained the baby, as if you were born to do this. Like the child was already yours.
And something deep in Yunho’s chest cracked open.
You looked so natural.
So beautiful.
So… ready.
You didn’t notice the way his hand gripped his thigh under the table. Or how his jaw clenched ever so slightly when the baby reached out for you and you leaned in closer, letting them pat at your cheek.
He’d always known you’d be an amazing mom one day. But seeing it—seeing this? It sent his mind spiralling into a place he rarely let it go.
A tiny version of him and you, in your arms. His hand on your belly, feeling the kick. His clothes stretched out over your growing bump. Hearing you hum lullabies half-asleep on the couch. Watching you rock his child to sleep.
His wife with his baby.
Yunho wasn’t a man prone to obsession—but this? This vision of you as the mother of his child had him completely undone.
By the time the baby’s parents thanked you and left, you turned back to Yunho with a bashful little smile, eyes twinkling. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. He was so sweet.”
Yunho’s voice was low. “You were really good with him.” You reached for your water. “He reminded me of you. Chubby cheeks and long lashes.” He chuckled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was heat there now. Something simmering. “What?” you asked, teasing. “You’ve been quiet since they walked over.”
Yunho’s gaze dropped to your lips, then lower. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.” You blinked. “From playing with a baby?” He leaned in closer, voice just above a whisper. “From playing with our future.”
Your breath caught. The way he said our—like it was already written in the stars. Like you already belonged to him in that way, not just as his wife, but as the mother of his child.
His hand slid beneath the table, resting high on your thigh. “Let’s go back to the villa,” he murmured.
“Yunho…”
“I’m serious,” he said, that rare intensity in his voice. “I want to see you in our bed with your hair all messy and your dress around your waist, still flushed from talking baby talk to someone else’s kid.”
Heat flooded your chest.
“I want to fill you up,” he whispered, eyes heavy-lidded and dark. “And do it again. And again. Until it takes.” You looked around, cheeks burning, but no one was paying attention. “And what if I want that too?” you asked softly. His hand squeezed your thigh. “Then I won’t stop until I’m sure.”
The ride back to the villa was a blur. Yunho’s hand never left you. Not when you climbed the steps. Not when he pressed you against the villa door, lips barely brushing yours. And once inside, it was slow, reverent, like every touch was a promise.
He didn’t just kiss you—he worshipped you.
And later, with your body tangled in the sheets and your breath hitching as he kissed down your belly, Yunho whispered against your skin:
“You’re gonna look so good carrying my baby.”
And you believed it.
Because no matter how strong or sweet Yunho was, right now, all he wanted was to give you everything.
The villa door clicked shut behind you.
The second it did, Yunho had you pinned gently against it, his hands caging you in — not with force, but with the kind of control that made your breath catch. His body radiated heat, his chest rising and falling as he stared down at you, that dreamy gaze replaced by something darker.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he said again, his voice a low rasp. Your lips barely had time to part in response before he kissed you — slow, hungry, reverent. Like he was memorizing the curve of your mouth. Like kissing you was holy.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “That little voice you used with the baby? The way you smiled at him like that?” His thumb brushed your bottom lip. “You’re gonna smile at our baby like that. You’re gonna hold them right here”—his hand slid to your belly—“and I’m gonna be the one who put them there.”
A shiver ran down your spine. He led you through the villa, hands never leaving your waist, his touch slow but unrelenting. You could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, the way he was holding back, savouring until you reached the bedroom.
There, Yunho turned you toward the mirror. The golden hour light cast a glow across the room, turning your skin soft and radiant. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lowering his lips to your neck, peppering kisses along the slope of your shoulder.
“Look at you,” he whispered. “You’d be glowing with my baby in you.” You whimpered softly, leaning back against him, your hands finding his as he slid one down to rest over your stomach. “You’d be so full, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, “round and soft and mine.”
Your breath hitched at the word.
Mine.
“I’d take care of you every day,” Yunho said, his eyes locked with yours in the mirror. “Rub your back, carry the groceries, kiss your feet if you need it. You wouldn’t lift a finger.”
His hand travelled down, stroking slow circles over your hips. “All you’d have to do is let me take care of you. Let me give you everything.”
You turned to face him, hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. “Then do it,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “Give me everything, Jeong Yunho.”
That was all it took.
Yunho’s kiss was feverish, longing, and hungry as his hands trailed all over you. He loomed over you as he gently walked you backwards. Your back met the bed with a soft bounce. You crawled up the bed, watching as Yunho followed after you. His lips were back on yours like he needed it like air.
His hands tugged at your clothes, pulling them off your body as your hands made quick work of his. You unravelled against one another as the air grew thicker, heavier than the lust and love that surrounded you.
No more words needed to be said as Yunho kept his promise. Filling you up, over and over, making sure it takes. His hand entwined with yours. The soft evening glow of the sun paints your skin like silk. His praises were nothing short of soft and loving. Gentleness and pure devotion dripped from his words as he pushed you over the edge again and again.
He couldn't care less about himself at this moment. His sole focus is on you rather than himself. He handled your body with care and your mind with earnestness that made you tear up. You cling to him tightly, legs wrapping around his waist, calling for more closeness.
Had you been any closer, you would've merged into one being.
Well, all irony is not lost on you as you two attempt to expand your family.
Just as Yunho laid down next to you, the sun had begun setting, just barely peeking over the horizon. The room was quiet, save for a quiet lover's embrace as Yunho’s hand gently traced your features. “I hope our little one gets your eyes. So beautiful and full of love.”
Tonight, you weren’t just his wife.
You were his future.
#yeah#yep#normal#perfectly normal#and sane#the most sane person ever#yup#:D#. . . .#this typa shit is what makes me wanna go insane#so so so good#and now i gotta stare at the blank wall to try and gain my sanity back#lord have mercy#dilf yunho??#sign me tf up#also#breeding??#ill take it ALL#RAHHHHHH#this was amazing#⋆ 𐙚 ̊. ── 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮
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alrighty folks sansang is finally finished (about damn time ik) I'mma edit it when I get home then I'll post it 🙂↕️
#☆ ── 𝙠𝙖𝙮'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨#i like editing on my desktop more#my laptop isnt the best lmaoo#this one is......#messy#and freaky#like#𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂#:33
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HAN — dominATE toronto (©HavenlySkizz)
#what if i crashed out??#😀😀😀#i have so many thoughts#and none of them are good#or holy#🦫 ── 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚#𖥸 ── 𝙨𝙠𝙯
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I love having all my moots/friends in one place where we can all yap
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it's that time again where han jisung plagues tf outta my mind and I am about to start chewing on the walls around me like a rabid dog
then I found a vampire han fic and chat I fear I'm cooked, like really really cooked....

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I just now realized how close to the stage I'mma be.... chat I'm afraid I'm cooked 🤠
#☆ ── 𝙠𝙖𝙮'𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙨#like wym im close enough for them to fully see me????#do yhey not know im clinically inswne??#:D
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some people really just hate to see you happy
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eyes on your wetness ᢉ𐭩 yeosang



you found his camera, and you still spread your legs
───⛧✶⛧✶⛧✶⛧───
⛧ yeosang x f!reader (roommate au)
⛧ warnings: smut, recording, p in v, oral(f), fingering, power play, voyeurism, masturbation(f), obsessive behavior, could be missing some
⛧i never write yeo in a "dark" way, but i lowkey love it lmaooo. hope u guys like it too <3
You always knew your roommate was weird. But not this weird.
Yeosang was quiet. Too quiet.
The first few weeks, you thought he might be mute. You cracked jokes over takeout. He just hummed. You tried small talk. He gave nothing but bland nods, half-smiles, and eye contact that lingered half a second too long.
He wasn’t cold exactly. Just unreadable. The kind of guy who folded laundry but left it, starts cleaning the lint trap, then walks away from it, a guy who used coasters on his desk without placing an actual drink on it.
Someone who had great posture even when brushing his teeth.
It was infuriating.
So you pushed him. Walked around in crop tops and tiny shorts. Sang off-key in the hallway. Left your room door cracked when you changed. Nothing.
Until it wasn’t nothing.
Until you felt it–that slow, heavy gaze. It started in the hallway. Kitchen. Living room. Eyes dragging from your collarbone to the inside of your thighs. Never long. Never obvious.
But you felt it.
And instead of closing your door, you started leaving it open wider.
You were looking for your hoodie when you found the mirror.
His room was clean for once, monastic. Bed made military tight. Books perfectly aligned. Closet organized.
Then you saw the full-length mirror on his wall.
Identical to yours.
But something felt…off.
It wasn’t flush against the wall like yours. It had no smudges. No fingerprints. You stepped closer. Knocked.
Hollow.
You leaned to the side and saw it. A faint LED light on a camera mounted low. Pointing directly through the mirror—into your room.
You froze.
Two-way mirror. Camera. Labeled hard drives beneath it. Dated.
Last night’s date was there. You remembered last night.
You’d laid in bed. Fingers between your legs, lights still on, door open, mirror in full view.
You hadn’t said his name. But you’d thought it.
Your mouth went dry.
You picked up the drive.
Sat on his bed.
Part of you wanted to smash it, part of you wanted to watch it.
Instead, you sat there, scanning the titles of the neatly arranged books on his shelf. History. Classical philosophy. A strange one about practical surveillance methods, spine creased.
You imagine yourself through his lens. Not the lens of a pervert, no. Something quieter, hungrier.
He’d seen your hands between your legs. He’d seen you bite your lip, he’d seen you ache for something you didn’t know how to ask for.
The terrifying part?
You were wet now.
When you heard the door click, your chest tightened. Yeosang’s voice was quiet behind you.
“Lose something?”
His voice startled you. You stood too fast, too aggressive. You held up the drive, expression hard.
“Wanna explain this? Or should I let the cops do it?”
Yeosang’s face was unreadable. “You’re in my room, going through my things.”
“You’ve been recording me.”
He didn’t deny it. Just stared at the drive. “You left the door open. Every night. You sat in front of the mirror and moaned like it was for an audience.”
You stood, voice rising. “That doesn’t mean you get to record me!”
He tilted his head. “You didn’t close the door.”
“Because I live here!” Your voice cracked.
“You moaned my name.”
Your throat closed. “That’s not—”
“You kept looking at the mirror.”
You hated him. Hated how calm he was. How correct he sounded. But you hated yourself more, hated how some part of you–dark, stupid, weak–felt heat coil low in your stomach when he said it.
“You’re sick.”
He stepped forward slowly.
“Tell me you didn’t want me watching.”
You faltered, and you hated yourself for it.
“I should break your fucking camera.”
“Do it.” He stepped aside. “But I’ll still remember every second.”
You shoved him. He grabbed your wrist—strong, still calm.
His fingers tightened–not painfully, but enough to make your pulse stutter. His voice dropped lower than before.
“You’re shaking.”
“No, I’m not.”
His eyes flickered down to your wrist, where your pulse betrayed you. Then slowly, he pulled your captured wrist up between you both–his gaze never leaving yours–and pressed your knuckles to his lips.
Not a kiss.
Just the barest brush of warmth.
“You left the door open.” His voice cracked like silk.
“I didn’t know.” Your voice hoarse.
“Didn’t you?”
And when he kissed you, he didn’t aim for your lips. He licked into your mouth first–filthy, invasive–before he even kissed you proper.
And dammit, you let him.
“You want me to apologize?” he asked, “Or do you want me to do what you’ve been begging for all month?”
Your pulse throbbed, thighs clenched.
You slapped him.
He kissed you.
It was violent and immediate. Your back hit the mirror, his hand cupping your jaw. You bit his lip. He shoved your thigh aside and ground into you, fully clothed.
You felt him. His usual control, his unreadable expression had finally cracked.
For the first time, Yeosang looked wrecked and he wanted to wreck you.
“You’re disgusting,” you panted.
“You’re dripping.” His voice was colder than the mirror.
When his fingers slid into your shorts, the pressure of his palm made your knees buckle. You tried to speak, scream, but your own body betrayed you with a whimper.
His lips slid along your jaw, his teeth scraping your throat as he whispered like a confession, I couldn’t stop.
You barely processed it before he shoved your thighs apart and sank to his knees.
This wasn’t methodical or clinical. Yeosang was desperate.
You backed up. “Don’t—”
“Tell me to stop.”
You hesitated, a mix of defiance and desire warring within you. But the hunger in his eyes, the promise of more pleasure, broke your resolve. "I want it," you whispered, your voice hoarse with need.
He smiled, a triumphant, feral smile. Then he dipped his head, his tongue licking a slow, wet stripe from your entrance to your clit. You gasped, your hips jerking against him. He chuckled, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through you.
He started slow, his tongue exploring every fold, every crevice. He sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, his teeth grazing it gently. You moaned, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. He growled, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
He slid two fingers inside you, his thumb pressing against your ass, applying gentle pressure. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face. He added another finger, his tongue never stopping its relentless assault on your clit. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot deep inside you that made your vision white out.
His other hand gripped your thigh, holding you open, exposed to him. You could feel his stubble, rough against your inner thighs, his saliva mixing with your own wetness, dripping down to your ass. He slid his thumb down, circling your tight hole, teasing you. You whimpered, your body tense, ready to shatter.
He looked up at you, his eyes wild, his chin and lips glistening with your juices. "Come for me," he growled, his voice muffled against your pussy. "Come all over my face."
And you did. You came with a scream, your body convulsing, your hips grinding against his mouth. He lapped at you, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb pressing against your ass. You rode his face, your orgasm crashing over you in waves, leaving you breathless and boneless.
He crawled up your body, his cock hard and insistent against your thigh. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. His lips were swollen, his chin wet with your juices. He looked feral, wild, and utterly in control.
Every flick of his tongue felt like evidence, like proof.
He licked you like he’d been studying. Like he’d memorized your rhythm from every video.
“You fucking like it,” his voice raw. “You put on a show just for me.”
You didn’t deny it, how could you?
He didn’t pause.
He made you watch yourself. Face wrecked. Lips parted. Legs shaking.
He stood, eyes dark, wet mouth glinting under the room light.
“Are you obsessed?”
He didn't answer, just grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. You bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, his hand sliding down to grab your ass, pulling you against him. You could feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against your stomach.
You broke the kiss, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Answer me."
He spun you around, bending you over. His knuckles dragging against your ass. You gasped as he spat on his fingers, rubbing them against your entrance, teasing you.
"You think I'm obsessed?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You're the one who wanted this cock, sweetheart.”
He pressed a finger inside you, his thumb circling your clit. You moaned, your hips pushing back against him. He added another finger, his other hand gripping your hair, pulling your head back. You could see your reflection in the mirror on the wall, your face flushed, your eyes wild.
"You like this," he whispered, his lips against your ear. "You like being used. Little slut bucket."
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He entered you roughly, his hips slamming against yours. You cried out, your hands scrambling for purchase on the wall. He leaned over you, his hand wrapping around your throat. He squeezed gently, his other hand gripping your hip, holding you in place.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
You shook your head, a whimper escaping your lips. He smiled, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "Good girl."
He pulled out, only to slam back into you, harder this time. You could feel every inch of him, stretching you, filling you. He set a brutal pace, his hips pounding against yours. You could hear the wet slap of skin on skin, the harsh sound of your breath, the low groans he made with each thrust.
His hand tightened around your throat, his fingers digging into your flesh. You could feel your pulse, rapid and frantic, beneath his touch. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, marking you. You cried out, your body tensing as an orgasm ripped through you.
He didn't stop, his hips continuing to pound against yours. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed it roughly, his teeth still buried in your shoulder. You came again, your body convulsing, your scream echoing through the room.
He pulled out, his cock slipping from your pussy to press against your ass. You tensed, but he just rubbed his cock against you, coating himself in your juices. He spat, the warmth hitting your ass, mixing with your wetness. He pressed against you, slowly entering you again. You gasped, your body tensing as he filled you.
He leaned over you, his hand wrapping around your throat again. "Relax," he whispered, his voice a low growl. "Let me in."
You took a deep breath, your body relaxing as he pushed deeper. He started to move, his hips rolling against yours. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit again. He rubbed it gently, his other hand still wrapped around your throat. You moaned, your body pressing back against his, taking him deeper.
He leaned down, his lips against your ear. "You're so fucking tight," he growled. "You feel so good."
You whimpered, your body on fire. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against yours. You could feel another orgasm building, your body tensing as he fucked you deeper, harder.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock."
You screamed, your body convulsing as an orgasm tore through you. He groaned, his hips slamming against yours as he came, his cock pulsing inside you. He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He rolled off, his cock still buried inside you. You lay there, your body spent, your mind racing.
Yeosang pulled away and was silent. He cleaned you, not cruelly, not gently.
Mechanically.
But what you remembered most was how his hands shook when he cleaned you. A single tissue, a quick swipe over your thighs. That same unreadable mask on his face.
Except now…you could read it.
Need.
Yeosang wanted you like an addiction, and that terrified you more than the camera.
The next night, your door stayed open.
You undressed in front of the mirror, sat on your bed, stared into the glass, and spread your legs. He didn’t enter.
He watched.
You touched yourself slower, louder.
Your eyes drifted to the camera, a small, unblinking eye in the corner of the room. He was watching you. He was going to watch you.
You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to obey. He wanted to see you submit to his desires, even when he wasn't in the room.
You started by lifting your shirt over your head, your breasts falling free, your nipples hardening in the cool air. You cupped them, your thumbs brushing against the sensitive peaks, a soft moan escaping your lips. The camera's lens didn't blink. He was watching. He was waiting.
Your hands slid down your stomach, your fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You slid them down, kicking them off to the side. You were naked, exposed, vulnerable. You could feel his eyes on you, even though he wasn't in the room. You could feel his presence, his control.
Your fingers found your clit, your hips jerking at the first touch. You rubbed, your body arching, your breath hitching. You knew he was watching, that he was getting off on your submission, on your desperation. And it turned you on even more.
You spread your legs wider, your fingers working faster, your hips moving in a slow, sensual grind. You could feel the tension building, the coiled heat in your belly, the desperate need for release. You moaned, your voice filling the room, your body chasing its climax.
When you came, you swore you saw the red light blink.
The nights blurred after that. Sometimes he watched. Sometimes he entered. Sometimes he fucked you silent, bent over the dresser.
Never soft, never gentle. But always like he owned you.
But one night, you didn’t undress. You didn’t touch yourself, you just waited. When nothing happened, you crossed the hall. Knocked on his door.
He opened it, shirtless, blank-faced, but his breathing wasn’t steady. You said nothing climbed into his bed and faced the wall.
Minutes passed.
Then his voice, finally breaking: “Tell me to stop.”
“I can’t,” you whispered.
He climbed into bed behind you, one arm sliding around your waist, his heartbeat racing against your back.
No cameras, no mirrors. Just skin. You fell asleep like that.
When you woke, his grip hadn’t loosened. That morning, you stood in front of your mirror and stared at your own reflection.
You licked your lips and smiled.
That night, you ordered a camera online. You mount it in your room and point it at the mirror. You leave your door open. Again.
And this time, you press record.
#this is sooooo good#like insanely good#i am a huge dark romance fanatic#and this?#this has me swirling#SO GOOODDDDD#now you 🫵#GO READ IT#⋆ 𐙚 ̊. ── 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙮
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synopsis ; you thought that san was this perfect roommate, but that image shatters right before your eyes as you stumble across something you shouldn't have.
pairing(s) ; san x f!reader
☆ ── wc. ; 4.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, roommate!san, perv!san ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, recording w/o permission, dub!con/borderline non!con, unprotected sex, fingering, clit play, kissing, messy/rough makeout, blood, biting/marking, mean dom!san x sub!reader, slight degration, petnames (princess...), stalker(ish) vibes/behavior, mentions of masturbation (f.), power play, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, choking, slight breath play, rough sex, overstimulation, slight dumbification, creampie, obsessive behavior, low-key yandere san, cum eating, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; this one is pretty self-explanatory, but creep gave me such stalker/perv vibes and knew I needed to cook smth up for him. also this is heavily inspired by a fic that was written by @yeonlymine ^^ make sure to go check out their work! lastly, this one is more on the darker side of things so PLEASEEE mind the tags, I beg 🙏
At first, you were so hesitant about having a guy roommate because of all of the horror stories that you had heard online. But San was different. He was sweet, kind, and most of all, always respected your boundaries.
At least you thought he did.
He never entered your room without knocking, even if the door was open. He always made sure to double-check if the leftovers in the fridge were yours before he either ate them or threw them out when he was cleaning. He even asks if you’re okay with him entering your personal space when he shows you something or vice versa.
All in all, he was the perfect roommate.
It wasn’t until that you started getting a little too comfortable around him that it seemed like a switch flipped. You started walking around the apartment without a bra on or even in the shortest pair of sleep shorts you own. Walking to your room with only a towel on when you forgot your clothes in your bedroom after taking a shower or bath.
You started to notice that his gaze would linger on your lips or collarbones that peeked out the top of your oversized t-shirt, sometimes even your exposed cleavage when you wore low-cut shirts. You didn’t think much of it because he never did anything other than stare, and he was an attractive man, so you kind of liked the attention.
Then, a few weeks later, you started to notice that some of your favorite pairs of panties were missing from your laundry. You didn’t think too much of it because you knew that the washer liked to eat your clothes sometimes, so you brushed it off.
That was until you went to San’s bedroom looking for the laptop charger that you had let him borrow. He wasn’t home, so you didn’t think too much about just entering his bedroom.
It was clean and neat, not exactly all that surprising to you, seeing as he was pretty good about cleaning up after himself. Everything was organized and placed with precision, but the only thing that was out of place was his bed. It was unmade, blankets strewn about, and pillows unfluffed, as if he had just been sleeping in it.
You brushed it off, seeing as it was only about ten in the morning, and it did seem like it left in a rush.
Walking over to his bed, you noticed that his laptop was sitting open on one side, the screen black, probably timed out from how long it’s been sitting there. Then you noticed the charger, your charger, still connected to it.
Making your way around the bed, you grabbed the laptop, turned it, and unplugged the cord. You started reaching for the other end, but the screen came to life, and your eyes grew wide at the sight before you.
There on the screen was live surveillance footage. It wasn’t showing places where you would normally have cameras. No, the few rooms that you could see were the living room, pointed directly where you usually sit on the sofa. There were two cameras in the bathroom, one capturing the entire room while the other was pointed into the shower. Then the last one.
It was your bedroom.
Your mouth went dry as you stared at the screen, and questions started to flood your brain. How long had he been watching you? What all did he see? Where were the cameras placed, and why hadn’t you noticed them before?
Like your body had a mind of its own, your hand reached for the device, letting your fingers move the cursor until you clicked on the file icon at the bottom. Your heart started hammering when you saw multiple files inside, all dated.
Scrolling down, you realized that the very first file was dated a few weeks after you had moved in. Going back to the top, you saw that the newest one was dated for just last night. You sat down on the bed after clicking on the file from last night, the ringing in your ears growing louder as you waited for the files to load.
You bit your lip as your shaky hand moved the cursor over the video from your bedroom. The timestamp was all too familiar.
It wasn’t bright in the room, but there was enough light to see what exactly you were doing. You were lying on the bed, legs parted just enough to see your fingers playing with your aching clit. The soft sounds of your moans flowed through the speakers. You had tried to be quiet because you had thought San was in bed, asleep.
You know you shouldn’t be watching any of these, but you also couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. He had seen so much of you with your knowledge. Heard things that you were sure would never reach his ears. Now you were sure that he knew things that made your stomach turn.
Then the next video played, and it confirmed all of your fears.
It was from earlier that week when you had hung out with San all day long, and he just wouldn’t leave your head long after you’d gone to bed. The only way you could try to relieve the tension was by getting yourself off. You hadn’t even meant to say his name, but you heard it clearly through the speakers. It was quiet, but it was there.
Your face grew warm from embarrassment, and you leaned back as if it would help you not to hear anything. Then you felt the fabric under your fingertips, the lace unmistakable. Turning your head, you noticed that your hand was underneath one of his pillows.
Biting your tongue, you grabbed the fabric and pulled it out, your heart hammering against your ribcage. A pair of your red lace panties hung from your fingers, the fabric was stiff and crusted, like it had been covered in something that had since then hardened.
A small gasp fell from your lips as it dawned on you as to what he had been doing with them. Dropping the article of clothing, you turned your body and moved some of his pillows, where you found a few more of your missing panties.
You were so caught up in everything that you had just found that you hadn’t even heard the door creak open or it latching behind the person. That was until you heard his voice and your blood ran cold.
“Didn’t they teach you not to snoop in people’s rooms?”
His voice caused you to jump. You slammed the laptop closed and stood to your feet, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. You swallowed thickly, finger pointing to the now closed device.
“You’ve been watching me.” Your voice wavered slightly, but your eyes never left his.
He didn’t try to deny it, not even in the slightest. He hummed, hands crossing over his chest as he took a step towards you before stopping.
His lack of response frightened you; your whole body shook as you tried to make sense of all of this. You then pointed to the now-unhidden stash of your missing underwear.
“And you’ve been stealing my underwear.”
He once again hummed, taking another step towards you, “You left your clothes unattended in the laundry room. Made it way too easy.”
“That doesn’t mean you can just take my clothes!” You exclaimed, ears burning bright red at the thought of him rummaging through your clothes.
He took another step towards you, slowly closing the distance between you, but instead of moving away like you knew you should, you stayed put. Anticipation bubbling in your chest as you watch him.
“What about the cameras?” You asked, pointing back at the laptop, and your heart squeezed at the smile that tugged on the corner of his lips. It was dark and filled with amusement.
“You made that even easier.” His eyes darkened as he took yet another step towards you, rounding the bed to stand just a few feet in front of you. “At first, I was sure that you would notice, head always on a swivel, always alert, always expecting something. But just cater to proving your fears wrong, and bingo, I was in.”
Your eyes grew wide as you realized what he meant: “You planned all of this?”
He hummed once more, that smirk spreading further across his lips, “Now you’re starting to use that pretty head, sweetheart.” It was like he was mocking you, but that stupid nickname falling from his lips made your knees weak.
“This is illegal. I could turn this into the police.” You told him, trying to sound threatening, but your voice shook as he took another step towards you.
“But you won’t.”
Your throat tightened, “I will–”
“You won’t.” His voice was stern, and you hated how it made you clench around nothing. “Wanna know how I know you won’t?” He asked, stalking towards you, his arms falling back to his sides as he neared you.
You wanted to scream at him that you would take this to the cops. That this wasn’t right, and you would move out as soon as you could. That you could ruin the rest of his perverted dreams right here, right now. Yet the moment he was right in front of you, face merely inches away from yours as he bent at the waist, you knew that you wouldn’t. And you hated that the most.
“Because at some point, you hoped that I’d see you. That I’d hear you.” His voice was low, causing a chill to run down your spine. You looked at him with wide eyes, lip caught between your teeth. “Hear you moaning my name, watch you play with yourself wishing that it was my hands instead.”
Your heart nearly stopped as he continued, tears of embarrassment brimming in your eyes. “I wasn’t–”
“Don’t lie to yourself, princess. Would you like me to play the video again?” He asked, his hand reaching for the laptop that still lay closed on the bed.
“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing his arm to pull him away from the device.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” He whispered in your ear, warm breath fanning over your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You hadn’t even realized how much closer you had gotten to him until you turned your head, finding his face just a hair away from yours.
You released your hold on his arm and tried to take a step back as your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t get too far. San was quicker. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your body flush against his and holding you there firmly.
“Let me go!” You pushed against his chest, but his grip held firm, never wavering, and god, did you hate how that made your gut twist.
“I don’t think I will.” He told you, head dipping down to your jaw, and your body froze at the feeling of his lips brushing over your heated skin. “And I don’t think you want me to either.”
“I do–”
“No, you don’t. If you did, you would’ve moved earlier, and you definitely wouldn’t be rubbing your thighs together so pathetically.” His words made you flinch because you knew he was right, and you wanted to slap yourself for it.
“I am not. Now let me go–” You barely got to finish your sentence when his lips were on yours, his other hand tangling in your hair to keep you in place as you shoved and hit his chest. It wasn’t gentle, not even in the slightest, no, it was punishing and full of raw desire.
Then you bit his lip. Hard.
“Son of a bitch.” He cursed, pulling away from you and bringing his hand to his lip.
“You’re an ass.” You breathed out, once again trying to twist out of his hold.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he had you pinned down on his bed, his hand pinning your wrists above your head. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the dark and predatory gleam in his eyes as he looked down at you, his bottom lip covered in a thin layer of blood from where you bit him.
“Don’t be a brat. You’re the one who wanted this.” He growled, slotting his body against yours, successfully pinning you completely underneath him.
“I don’t want this, San. Please just let me go.” You cried out, but not because of what he was doing. No, your words had been a lie. You cried because, as much as you knew this was wrong, you found yourself soaking your underwear.
“Really? Then why aren’t you trying to fight against me?” He asked, a knowing smirk spreading across his lips.
He was right. You weren’t fighting against him. If anything, you were submitting to him, just like he wanted, and you hated it. You hated him. Hated the way that he was always right and that he could read you like the back of his hand. But you hated yourself even more because there was a part of you-a dark, deep, and dangerous part of you–that was enjoying this more than you should be.
When you didn’t say a word, he chuckled, head dipping down to your jaw, lips latching onto your skin. Then his hand slipped under the waistband of your sleep shorts, fingers parting your folds and instantly finding your throbbing clit. You tried to speak, scream, anything, but the only sound that left your lips was a pathetic whimper.
His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake, but he made sure to leave marks. Big, deep red marks he knew you couldn’t hide. His teeth grazed over your jugular as he slid two fingers into your weeping cunt.
“S-San, d-don’t.” You choked out as he started to fuck his fingers into you, his thumb still pressing against your clit in tight circles.
He detached his lips from your skin before hovering over you once more, eyes boring right into yours as he continued to curl his fingers against your walls.
“Tell me to stop.” He spoke quietly, but his actions persisted.
You opened your mouth, but you hesitated. A part of you knew this was wrong, so, so, so wrong, but the other part of you crumbled under the desire that pooled in his dark orbs. Then the words fell from your parted lips, “I can’t. I want it.” Your voice dripped with need.
He smiled, a sinister, triumphant smile. You were right where he knew you’d fall, right where he wanted you. Then his fingers sped up, eyes studying your features as your head fell back, face twisting in pleasure.
You gasped when he released your lips just to wrap that same hand around your throat. He squeezed just enough to make your moans come out strangled—a dark, dangerous grin spreading across his face.
When he moved his hand, you felt him brush over that spongy spot deep in your walls, and shocks of pleasure rippling all throughout your body. You choked out a moan, hips jerking against him. He chuckled, lips finding yours once more in a bruising kiss.
You could barely keep up with his pace, white spots clouding your vision due to the lack of oxygen. Spit spilled past your joined lips, trickling down your cheeks and jaw. San swallowed each and every sound you made as he pulled your body closer and closer to an orgasm.
The lewd sound from your drenched cunt filled the room, making your head spin. A whimper falling from your lips as San bit at your bottom lip, pulling back before releasing it. Your body felt like it had been set ablaze, and the pleasure became almost overbearing as he abused your sweet spot. Another whimper fell from your parted lips, your body tensing under his, ready to shatter entirely.
San watched you like a predator would its prey, soaking in the way your body reacted to his. Your hands gripping at his forearm as he squeezed your throat. Tears spilling from the corner of your eyes as he continued to fuck his fingers deep into you. He knew you were close, your body just begging for that sweet release.
“Cum for me.” He demanded, thumb pressing firmly against your twitching clit, “cum on my fingers and I’ll give you what you really want.”
That was all that was needed for that coil deep in your gut to snap. You came with a strangled cry, body shaking underneath him as he continued to work his fingers into you. His pace never slowing, dragging your orgasm on, watching sadistically as you tried to beg him to stop, but your words came out incoherent. Your nails dug into his forearm as he pulled another, unexpected, orgasm from your still spazzing pussy.
“S-San!” You screamed his name, vision turning white from the intensity, and back arching off the mattress.
Then finally, he pulled his fingers from your abused walls, giving you a chance to breathe. Opening your eyes, you felt your gut twist once more as you watched him stick his fingers in his mouth. His eyes held yours as he made a show of licking every last drop of your juices off his digits.
“You taste so fucking sweet.” He growled, the sound going straight to your pussy and making you whimper. He chuckled, leaning over you once more, “Want a taste?”
He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before his lips molded over yours, tongue parting your lips, and you let him. You let him invade your mouth, and you mewled at the taste of yourself on his tongue.
“You’re mine, whether you like it or not.” He growled against your lips, free hand wrapping around the waistband of your bottoms and pulling them off your body along with your underwear.
“You’re obsessed.” You gasped out as he pulled away from your body to grab your bare hips, his dark gaze falling to your exposed heat.
He didn’t say a word, just made quick work of his pants and boxers, throwing them somewhere in the room. It wasn’t like he needed to say anything; the way his eyes trailed your bare body and the way his hands gripped your skin was all telling.
Your eyes widened as you watched him drop a ball of spit on your pussy, a chill running down your spine as you felt it trail from your clit to your entrance. Then his tip was poking at your slit, but not quite pushing in.
“If I’m obsessed, what does that make you, princess?” He cooed, hands tightening on your hips. A choked scream fell from your lips when he buried his cock in your walls with just a single thrust. “You were the one begging for this cock, weren’t you?”
He berated you as he pulled out to just the tip before slamming his hips back against yours. Your brain started to fog over as he kept his ruthless pace, and a series of incoherent moans fell from your swollen lips. His hand then found purchase on your neck once again, squeezing gently, causing your eyes to roll back.
“Do you still want me to stop, princess?” He hummed, leaning over your body, pushing himself deeper into your walls.
“F-Fuck! No–fuck, don’t stop, please.” You choked out, begging him as your hand grabbed his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulder to try and ground yourself.
“That’s what I thought.” He growled, lips latching onto yours, stealing all of the air from your lungs.
His pace was brutal and relentless, his hips slamming into you repeatedly. The loud sound of wet skin slapping and a mixture of your choked moans and his groans filled the room.
“S-San!” Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt your high crash over you, body convulsing underneath his.
He didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down, easily throwing your body into a state of overstimulation, tears cascaded down your face, and broken moans left your lips. Your hips jerked when he moved his hand from your neck down to your pussy, fingers finding your clit.
“N-No!” You cried out, reaching down to push his hands away, but he just grabbed your wrists, using them as leverage to fuck into you. He used his other hand to play with your clit, and you felt that coil in your gut tighten quickly, way too quickly.
You didn’t even have a chance to warn him before your body started to seize, your release gushing out of you in waves, drenching San’s cock and the sheets underneath you. San groaned, eyes locked on your dripping cunt as he worked more of your sweet release out despite your pleas for him to stop.
“So fucking filthy.” He growled, lips pulling into that same sinister smirk, and you wished the ground would swallow you whole, but you didn’t have much to think about it before he pressed roughly against your clit once more, “I want you to do it again.”
Then his pace picked up even more, if that were possible, he released your wrists to grab your legs, throwing them over his shoulder. The new angle had you seeing stars and gasping for air. He hit your sweet spot repeatedly, not giving you even a millisecond to catch up.
Your loud moans bounced off the walls, hand pressing against his lower abdomen in hopes of getting him to at least slow down, but he never did. His grip on your hips was bruising, nails digging into your soft flesh, threatening to break skin.
“This pussy is all mine. You’re all mine.” He growled, slamming into you at an animalistic pace, knocking all of the air from your lungs. The posseiveness in his voice had you whimpering, walls tightening around him, “You like that, don’t you? You would like it if I claimed you, wouldn’t you?”
You tried to speak, but all that came out were incoherent babbles and cries of his name. You knew what he meant, your body responding where you couldn’t. Even with the risks, you wanted it, you stopped trying to fight him a while ago.
San bit back a groan when your walls tightened around him, a tell-tale sign that you were close. He bent over you, bending your body nearly in half, pulling a lewd moan from your lips. He fucked you deeper, as if he were trying to imprint the shape of his dick into your walls, and maybe he was.
“Let go, princess, cum for me.” He growled against your lips, “Cum all over my cock so I can fill you.”
You screamed, nails digging into the skin of his biceps as your orgasm tore through your body, causing your vision to nearly black out. Your legs shook violently between your bodies. He surged forward, pulling you into a messy kiss as he came, fucking his seed into your fluttering walls.
It wasn’t until he had gone completely soft that he stopped moving, but kept himself stuffed in your velvet walls. You lay there, breath ragged and hands lying on the bed next to your head as you tried to regulate your breaths.
After a few moments, San stood straight, allowing your trembling legs to fall around his waist. Then he was pulling out of your spent cunt, eyes watching with a sick pride as his cum spilled from your pussy.
“Perfect.” He whispered quietly, a smile that you couldn’t quite place spreading across his lips.
You watched wordlessly as he cleaned you, hands moving with precision before he leaned over your body once more, hand resting on your thigh. Your eyes fluttered when he grabbed the back of your neck with the other hand, kissing you.
It wasn’t sweet nor gentle, but it also wasn’t rough or bruising like the others. No, it was possessive, like he was informing you that you were his and his alone. You tried to kiss him back, your shaky hand reaching to grab his shoulder, but your mind was starting to slip from you.
“All mine.”
That was the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered shut and your brain was consumed by darkness, hand falling back down to lay on your chest. San pulled away, eyes studying your features with sick satisfaction, knowing that he had you right in the palm of his hand.
And you allowed him to put you there.
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