fratboy!yeonjun hard thoughts
you attend one of his weekly parties, and he sees you sitting by yourself on the couch beside a couple who are aggressively swallowing each other’s tongues while you sip on your jack and coke.
fratboy!yeonjun who makes eye contact with you from the kitchen, leaning on the island countertop while taking a swig of his preferred beverage and mouthing “come over.”
it isn’t until you get up and make your way towards him when his smirk gradually appears. he pulls you in for a hug, your arms over his shoulders and his around your waist but his hands trail down until it’s under you pleated skirt, squeezing your ass.
fratboy!yeonjun who whispers so nonchalantly, “if it were just us here I’d bend you over this counter and fuck you from behind.” causing you to whimper against his neck. “you really want that huh? next time I’ll invite you over when no one’s here. gonna make it real, yeah?”
you nod desperately hoping it’ll happen sometime soon. your nod is followed by your head lolling back slightly, fighting back the urge to let out a small moan as if anyone would hear from the music blaring out around the house. your skin tingling from the delicate, wet kisses yeonjun leaves behind your ear and down your neck, nibbling and sucking here and there until he’s satisfied with the dark hues of his territory on your neck.
fratboy!yeonjun who turns you around, your back hitting his chest and his erection slowly grinding against your lower back/top of your ass with his arms wrapped around your waist. “you’re so cute, you know?” he says as he sways you gently, but his hips are non-stop bucking against your skirt, loving the friction against his jeans.
“let’s go upstairs?”
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