thursdaydaughter

[thursdaydaughter]

sincerely not | season one

↳ gojou satoru x f!reader

— series masterlist

summary. with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, arranged marriage, ceo au, 18+

word count. 213k

fic warnings. mean!gojo, VERY OOC, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, illnesses, classism, pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, graphic depictions of self-harm, suicide/murder (and attempts thereof), minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & tre. please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.

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[thursdaydaughter]

By the sea / Choi yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

genre: angst, why no one is writing more angsty stuff about yawnzzn??, childhood friends to strangers

warnings: none?

word count: 760

a/n: english is not my first language

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You and yeonjun have been best friends since you were kids.

Both of you grew up together in a small town by the sea and your parents worked at the same shop.

You’ve always dreamt of getting out from there and yeonjun, of course, dreamt about it too. You kept saying you were going to move to the city and live together when you got into college.

When you were 8, you used to play by the beach, splashing water everywhere and making sandcastles.

“Yeonjun, I really want to be like this forever. With you..” You were laying by his side, tired from playing all afternoon.

“Hey, yn.” Yeonjun said while stretching his arms behind his head. “You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

When you turned 12 years old, you started to look yeonjun with other eyes; he grew taller and his hair got a little bit longer, he was kinda cute.

But, the way he always chose you for every homework, for every team and for everything, made your heart skip a beat.

You never really noticed the mole next to his eye until he kissed your cheek on your 15th birthday. He gave you a beautiful pink dress and you made sure to use it everyday until it no longer fitted you.

“Maybe he’s gonna notice me now…”

You said to yourself while putting on your makeup and your best clothes.

You were 16 and you had only one dream (by that time): confess to him and be his girlfriend.

“Hey, yn! You made it.” Yeonjun greeted. “You look pretty, I want you to meet someone… I kinda like her, so please don’t say something embarrassing.”

And suddenly, at the age of 18 he turned into a man, the one who gave the graduation speech.

“And finally, I just wanna thank… my beautiful….” You closed your eyes, hoping that your name fell from his lips. “Ming!, She is the best thing that’s ever been mine.”

He also turned into a handsome man with beautiful dark hair and pretty puffy pink lips and let’s not forget his beautiful girlfriend, the one who had one dream in common with him: getting out of this town and live together while studying college.

Oh… that dream sounds pretty much like your dream.

“I guess… I’ll see you soon?” Yeonjun said. “I’ll come visit you. Are you sure you don’t want to go?”

“I’ll stay here and help our mothers with the shop. They are getting older and they can’t keep doing this.” You said while checking the inventory. “Do you need anything else?”

“I don’t understand… why are you mad at me?” Yeonjun asked, he was getting angry. “You are acting like a chid, yn.”

“You’re leaving and I’m staying.”

“You’ve always talk about getting out of here.” He sighed. “It’s not even my fault, you chose this. You could live with us if you want.”

“Live with you and her?” Why would he say that? Haven’t he noticed that you are deeply in love with him?

“She totally likes you! She knows you’re my best friend since ever and she doesn’t feel threatened by you. You’re like a bro to us.”

What the fuck?

“A fucking bro to you? I have been your best friend since we were kids. I was there for you every goddamn time and now I’m a fucking bro you.”

“I didn’t mean it like that…”

“And now I have to act like you didn’t share OUR dreams with someone else.” The tears started to roll down your cheeks. “It’s supposed to be me, the one who leaves with you, the one you shared your apartament, the one you love.”

Silence. But for you it was noisy.

“Yn, believe me, I love you… but not in that way.” Yeonjun grabbed his bag from the floor. “I’m sorry… I didn't mean to share our dreams with someone else. I don’t want us to be like this, we are best friends!”

“No, we’re not.” You cleaned your cheeks. “We stop being best friends since I turned 12, since I started to look at you in other ways.”

“Y/n…”

“Leave. Please, leave. Be happy with her in your new city, with your new friends, in your new school and your new fucking life.” Yeonjun was shocked at your words. “I hate you, Yeonjun… and I don’t want to see you again.”

“I’ll make sure to remember that.”

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[thursdaydaughter]

hard dom!juno who just keeps repeating “take it” while he fucks you stupid. he probably bites, possessive as shit, eyes rolling when all you do is whine

OH LORD OH JEEZ OH GOODNESS OH GREAT HEAVENS anon… anon— also “juno” still makes me giggle thank you for that

something about doms getting pussy drunk and primal,, ugh UGHH 😵‍💫

warnings. nsfw, minors dni!!, dom!yeonjun, sub!f!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, possessive behavior, biting, manhandling, mention of sex toys, edging

yeonjun who gets so wound up, likes edging himself over and over while he’s away— he’s so fucking horny, needs to get his dick wet, but he only wants to cum for you, won’t waste it fucking into a pocket pussy or his fist. when he’s finally fucking you again he’s so ready for release, loses himself in the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him in,, “fuck— shit— take it, fucking take it—“ he’s whining, groaning in your ear, holding you down with a hand gripping your throat, hips slapping against your ass so loud,, “g’nna cum, gonna cum inside you, fuck— want my babies? want me to fill this pussy up? make you mine?”

jjunie biting hard into your shoulder to keep from screaming when he fills you up, cums so much it’s leaking out from around his dick, drooling down the backs of your thighs,, “take it all, baby— good girl~”

[thursdaydaughter]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 — 𝘤.𝘺𝘫

PAIRING : choi yeonjun x afab!reader

SYNOPSIS : in which the four other boys are still waiting to take their shower, almost banging down the door in the process, without knowing whats going on behind it.

WARNINGS : rough!dom!yeonjun, sub!y/n, established relationship, shower sex, slight fingering, slight oral, slapping, yeonjun cums inside y/n, cum eating, daddy kink, spitting, degradation, praise, whining, whimpering, petnames (princess, baby, sweetheart, good girl, angel, ect).

"yeonjun! hurry up, other people have to shower too dumbass!" beomgyu yelled from the other side of the door. yeonjun rolled his eyes and put a hand over your mouth, "alright! shut up, i got it!" he shouted back while pressing your back against the tiled wall, his fingers already working in and out of your soaked cunt.

"still needy even after i fucked you this morning huh? such a fuckin tease, sending me such dirty things while i was in a meeting. you understand how much i wanted to leave that place and come home so i could fuck you til you're crying?" he whisper-shouted, his wet hair sticking to his forehead.

he kept his hand over your mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses up and down your neck, "do i need to teach you what happens to needy girls who cant behave, baby?" he said and you kept silent, too lost in all the pleasure you were receiving.

his fingers suddenly slipped out of you, gripping your face tightly. "answer me y/n." he said and you nodded your head, earning a look of disapproval from your boyfriend. "aht aht, use your big girl words princess."

"yes daddy," you mumbled out. "thats my good girl, open." he said and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out slightly and feeling his saliva fall into your mouth. "swallow." ordered, and you did exactly that.

he hummed in satisfaction, turning you around in a swift motion, and pressing your face against the tiled wall. his hand came down on your ass quickly, drawing a high pitched moan from you, causing you to quickly regret it.

"cant you just be quiet y/n? people are gonna suspect things. cant have that, can we?" he whispered in your ear harshly.

you shook your head no, a smile spreading across his face. you grinded against him, the neediness taking over your body. "i know baby i know, just want my cock huh? thats why you're being such a good girl right now? want my cum deep inside your pretty little cunt, princess?" he said while smirking, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

he gave your cunt a harsh slap and his hands found their way to your breasts before massaging them softly, pinching your nipples. you let out a quiet moan that almost sent yeonjun over the rails, his cock pressing against your ass.

"fuck sweetheart, you dont know what you do to me." he said and began kissing down your neck from behind, sucking and leaving little marks in the process.

he started to grind against you, the idea of being so deep inside you was driving him crazy, no matter how much he wanted to keep teasing you, he desperately needed to feel your wetness around him.

without warning, he aligned his cock with your hole, letting out a long groan of satisfaction. you let out a soft cry of pleasure, throwing your head back into his shoulder.

"jjunie.." you whispered, his thrusts starting off nice and slow, easing into you.

"doing so good baby, keeping quiet like a good little girl, im so proud of you." he whispered, the sound of skin slapping and your occasional whimpers was the only thing that could be heard.

your lip almost hurt from biting it so much, it was taking everything in you to keep quiet. his thrusts sped up after a few minutes and he began grunting every now and then, shivers running down his spine.

he kept his hands on your waist, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. the banging on the door got louder and more frequent, this time it was kai. "yeonjun, are you and y/n almost done in there? we all need to shower too." he said calmly but you could clearly hear the annoyance in his voice.

yeonjun kept quiet though, he was in too deep to hear anything but your whimpers and moans, feeling you clench around him. "s-shit baby, so fuckin tight," he stuttered out, his hand slapping your ass in a swift motion.

"daddy..! fuck, 'm so close.." you mumbled, yeonjun laughing. "close already baby? we just started, hold it for me me, can you?" he said and you nodded, barely even comprehending what he said.

the water was burning your skin, the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out had your stomach doing cartwheels, it was all too much right now.

this is what you wanted though. you wanted him to come home and ruin you, that was your whole plan when you pressed send. when your titties popped up on yeonjuns screen he immediately put his phone face down. fuck, he was hard throughout the whole rest of the meeting.

he wished he could just leave and attend to his precious girl, give her what she wants and desires but no, it was a meeting about a new collab or some shit, he didnt even know. he was dazed throughout the whole meeting, he couldnt even think straight.

so when he got home and saw you laying on his bed in the shortest shorts possible, and his oversized shirt, he knew his plans were gone. he wanted to tell you how bad you've been, how you need to learn how to behave, and be a good girl for him.

the fact that the members saw you in those short ass shorts was driving him crazy. he just knew they were hard. the bottom of your ass cheeks poking out a little, the outline of your hard nipples showing through the thin shirt, oh god, what was he gonna do with you?

and this is how he got here, your face pushed against the wall while he fucks up into you, destroying you in every best way possible.

he twitched inside you, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster by the second. you could tell he was about to cum, and he could tell the same for you.

"daddy, cum inside me, please." you begged. yeonjuns hips stuttered and he groaned, "thank you, angel." he said as he came, the warm substance painting your insides. he kept thrusting and you came too, your body almost falling limp from the overwhelming sensation.

your moans and his groans were the only things that could be heard. he slowed down his thrusts, coming down from his high.

"such a good fucking girl, so proud of you sweetheart." he whispered in your ear while pulling out of you, but quickly getting on his knees to lick up both yours and his cum, stopping it from dripping down your already soaked thighs.

you moaned and arched your back, "n-no more jjunie, too sensitive!" you whined and he smiled, coming back up to your level again after sucking every drop of cum out of your cunt.

"babys too sensitive now huh? cmon y/n, let me wash you up." he said and began washing you, caressing your skin and massaging your back.

once he finished washing your body, he told you to wait outside the shower and dry up, him coming out soon after. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips while getting dressed, his hands running up and down your ass.

"keep your hands to yourself jun." you said sternly, "oh be quiet, you were just begging me to fuck you not too long ago," he said and you rolled your eyes.

"shut up douche bag, that was earlier. and plus, im too sensitive now." he laughed, running his hands through his hair. "you'd enjoy it now even if i did do something." he said smugly.

"no, you do too much." you joked, your hands finding their way to his little waist, and reaching up to kiss him.

your lips moved in a synchronized harmony and his hands ran up and down your hips, until— "choi fucking yeonjun! get the fuck out of there!" beomgyu yelled from the other side of the door, startling the both of you.

you both laughed, opening the door and receiving glares along with dirty looks from the rest of the members.

"gross." soobin said, rolling his eyes and looking back down at his phone right after.

beomgyu walked right past you both, hitting yeonjuns shoulder and giving him a dirty look, "if your gonna fuck can you at least be quiet.. other people have ears, you know." beomgyu said snd slammed the door in yeonjuns face, causing you to laugh out of embarrassment.

a blush spread across your face and yeonjun laughed at beomgyus actions, what a silly guy.

A/N : this is soo rushed and v bad im so sorry :( but i just had to get smth out for jjunies bday, its short and i didnt proofread so if there are any errors i apologize !!

[thursdaydaughter]

Since KNY is back can I get a little breeding kink blurb with Tengen?

KNY is back baby! I've been waiting!

Pairing: Tengen Uzui x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, mating press, pregnancy mention, caring!Tengen, pussydrunk!Tengen, husband!Tengen

A/N: I will never not drool over Tengen Uzui, he is so fine and so caring towards his wives and sets the bar so high.

Tengen has always looked like a giant of a man. With him looming over you, his legs bending at the knees faster and faster, slamming his cock into you, that giant smirk on his face and the hungry look in his eyes he seems even more imposing, more raw and animalistic.

"More." You whimpered out, "I need more, Tengen, please. It's not... not enough." Even though you can see his cum flowing down your stomach you wanted more of it. How many hours has it been since he said he was gonna breed you tonight? One? Five? Was it morning already? No, not yet. You weren't done yet, he wasn't done yet. Not even close. His cock was still hard and his balls full.

Tengen swiped the hair off his forehead, the hand then gripping your ankle and bringing it to his lips while his thumb made circles on your stiff clit, "You really want to get pregnant tonight don't you babe?" You nod frantically, much to his delight, "Open up for me, let me get my seed deep in there."

You reached out one hand to him, his expression softening along with yours as he took it along with pushing your leg further back, his arm locked under your knee, the other hooked on his hip, trembling as your orgasm approached fast.

"I love you so much Tengen. You're gonna be an amazing baby daddy." Your words send him over the edge again, warm seed flowing and filling your pussy, flooding your womb all over again, your world going blank, barely hearing his own love confession. You didn't need to hear it, you could feel it, around you, and inside of you.

[thursdaydaughter]

husband!yeonjun who works from nine to five every day, outfit of the day laid out in the morning by his pretty wife who helps him tie his tie, wifey who stays home and cleans the house and has dinner ready for him once he's done showering, kissing him on the cheek while serving him the food, won't you sit down and eat with him?

but husband!yeonjun who comes back home one day and sits down on the couch, asking can you help me undo my tie? and watching you with an almost predatory smile while your fingers deftly untie it, same fingers he's watched fuck into your cunt while you mewl his name, same fingers that wrap so perfectly around his dick every morning before he leaves, pretty wife who's gotten so good at giving him his goodbye present <3 looping the tie around your neck once you've untied it completely and tugging you down onto his lap so gently, will you unbutton his shirt too? buttons parting to expose his chest and you're sliding the shirt off of his shoulders, core twitching slightly when his hands move to grip your waist, can you do my pants too?

and husband!yeonjun who fucks you over the arm of the couch, body almost parallel with yours when he links one hand with yours, nosing along your shoulder and sucking a splotchy hickey onto your skin, wife's cunt taking him so perfectly, he's fucked you into fitting him so well, hasn't he? loving the way his name falls so desperately from your lips when he flips you over and fucks into you with your legs over his shoulders, he's gotta get as close to you as possible, doesn't he~?

husband!yeonjun who fucks you until you're exhausted, abused pussy tight around him from all your orgasms, couch wet and stained beneath you from your leaking pussy, but don't worry, you can clean it up tomorrow while he's working, can't you?

and husband!yeonjun who fucks his second load of the night into you less aggressively than before, face tucked into the crook of your neck while his tired hips roll against yours, he has to keep at it though, wants to keep his pretty wife all full, it'll have to last you until the morning <3

[thursdaydaughter]

yeonjun with a breeding kink thoughts

minors do not interact!

they always say love takes time cause it requires getting to know someone. you thought you knew him. you didn't see any indicator of yeonjun you know today. he wasn't totally different person than he appeared to be though. just with some extra quirks. getting to know him was fun though one can argue you already did before the relationship, being his girlfriend was totally a different experience than being someone who happened to know him.

he is loving and caring and his playful side is not a mask yet unlike what he is perceived as he was totally different person in his love life. he definitely is not an obsessive level of possessive towards you but it is a perk you definitely didn't see coming. he loved showing you that. it started as simple "tell that you are mine"s during sex but they quickly turned into him wanting to breed you.

in one of your sessions, he asked if he could come inside. you mumbled something about not being on the pill, only focusing on riding him. he just rolled his eyes for the fact that he had to finish off after pulling out.

yet yeonjun is not a quiter. he patiently waited for your relationship to get serious. and the wait was worth every second. just like he imagined, it was you this time wanting him to breed you instead of him. holding on to his axillas, you started begging. your sweet "cum inside please"es were music to his ears. and he knew better than not giving his girl what she wants.

your request making the feeling of pleasure more intense, it didn't take too much time for him to paint your walls white with his semen. but oh boy you two were starting just now, you had no idea. you were yet to meet his dominant side. spoilers not so soft.

[thursdaydaughter]

And don’t you forget it

Pairing: bf taeyong x single mom reader ft. asshole johnny

Plot: blah blah blah this is just fiction I don’t know these people. Johnny is not very nice in this and he may bring up some abandonment wounds so proceed with caution 🫶🏾

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Yeah sorry babe, something…came up” Johnny slurred with a dazed chuckle. Here you were, up way earlier than usual getting your 5 year old daughter ready for her day with her incompetent daddy, and he couldn’t even be bothered to give you a heads up before he cancelled. Again.

“Yeah I can see that John” you sighed, running out of the little patience you had left. You could tell he was lying in bed with whichever chick he picked up last night. “You know, being hungover on a Tuesday isn’t a good look. And neither is flaking on your daughter for the umpteenth time in a row.” You were ready to tell him off even more, but you were interrupted by a woman’s cartoonishly seductive voice.

“Johnnyyy baby, come play with me again.” A woman with a thin sheet wrapped around her body came into the frame and leaned down to press sensual kisses into Johnny’s neck. He groaned obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes. “In a minute, doll” he purred.

“Ugh, you’re such a joke. You know, Kaylee is going to kindergarten this year. She’s not dumb John, she’s gonna grow up to resent you for abandoning her like this.” Your voice kept getting louder and louder in the echoey bathroom. You had dealt with his carelessness for far too long.

“Look I’m sorry ok?” He said nonchalantly. “Let’s just try again next week. Gotta go, give Kaylee a kiss for me, will ya?”

“FUCK YOU” You shrieked, and hung up the FaceTime call before slamming your phone onto the bathroom counter. You could feel the hot tears forming in your eyes already. Once again, your child’s father had made all these extravagant plans for your daughter, just for him to not follow through.

A faint knock on the en-suite bathroom door made the shame of the situation set in even more for you. You took a deep breath and let out a defeated “come in.” It was Taeyong, your current boyfriend and first relationship after having your daughter and separating from Johnny.

Even in your state of frustration, you were able to admire how beautiful he looked with his messy bed head and navy blue boxers hanging dangerously low on his lean hips.

Your relationship with johnny all came to a head when he had made the final screw up that made you gain the courage to break up with him. He missed Kaylee’s 3rd birthday party because he was out doing his usual routine of getting hammered, and ended up getting into a bar fight for one reason or another. he had to spend the rest of the night sobering up at the local jailhouse, thus missing his baby girl blow out her candles.

After spending the better part of a year beating yourself up over your break up and blaming yourself for Kaylee not having a good father in her life, you decided enough was enough. Johnny needed to figure his own shit out, and do his own healing. His demons have nothing to do with you or your daughter, and it wasn’t your job to fix him. You made the decision to try the co-parenting thing, but it was easier said than done.

On one spring day, Taeyong had approached you at a cafe to tell you how beautiful you looked in your yellow dress. You couldn’t even look him in the eye, too embarrassed to receive such a compliment. It was the first time you had actually felt seen that way in a while. From there, your relationship flowed like water. Everything just came naturally for the two of you. Kaylee absolutely adored Taeyong, and he loved to spend quality time with her. He would take the three of you to see the latest Disney movie, go to the water park, and treat you to ice cream dates. Everything just felt. Natural.

But of course, the great co-parenting dilemma always lingered.

“Hey” he greeted with a softly with a small, gentle smile.

“I hate him Tae. I hate him so much!” By now the dam had broke, and the tears started flowing. Taeyong immediately embraced you and rubbed your back soothingly.

“My love…” he cooed, but let you continue.

“Why does he get to keep doing this to us? To her? He—he doesn’t even care that he’s hurting Kaylee. And once again, I’m left to break the news that her father doesn’t want to see her.” You sobbed.

This song and dance of johnny attempting to be a father had gone on for far too long. When you were pregnant, you were convinced the three of you were going to be a happy little family forever, but once Kaylee was born, Johnny had changed. A lot. He partied till 4 am, came home plastered, and did the same thing all over again the next day. You were the only one getting up at all hours of the night to feed your daughter and change her. You were cooking all the meals and cleaning the house. You were there to pick up the pieces when Johnny messed things up. You felt like a single parent in your own home. After three years of failing to be a good father to Kaylee, you made the decision to break up with him and asked him to move out of your house.

“He’s a coward. Any man that can’t take responsibility for their child is immature and selfish. We’ll figure this out together baby.” Taeyong held you for a few more moments and pulled away to cradle your face in his warm hands. You looked up at him through tear-stained lashes. His eyes held so much sincerity and reassurance.

“The day doesn’t have to be totally ruined. How about the three of us go to the Zoo! They just opened up that new butterfly exhibit, those are Kaylee’s favorites.”

You sniffled, making taeyong’s heart swell. “Yeah?”

“Of course.” He said softly. Taeyong wiped the last few straggler tears that were left on your cheeks. “You’re too good to me, Tae” you whined. “Nonsense, nothings to good for you, my love. As long as I’m around, you and Kaylee’s happiness are my top priority.”

He leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips. Taeyong’s kindness was one of the things that drew you to him the most. He was so selfless and never made you feel bad about being a single parent. The overwhelming love you had for him made you fall deeper into the kiss. You wanted to forget all about this situation with your ex.

After a few moments of passionate kissing, taeyong gently grabbed your hand and guided you back into the main bedroom. He stopped right in front of your full length mirror. Taeyong stepped behind you and ran his hands up and down your sides. “Look love, look at yourself in the mirror. Aren’t you so beautiful?” He whispered into your ear.

You cast your timid gaze into your own reflection, noting taeyong’s hungry eyes staring into yours through the mirror. You could feel the front of his body pressed against your ass. You felt yourself getting damp at the sensation of taeyong’s morning wood. You quickly looked down at your feet, the intimate sight in front of you was too much to handle. “Tae come on…”

“Ah ah ah, say you’re pretty. Tell me how pretty you are.” he raised your head back up with gentle fingers and looked down at you. He pressed slow, intentional kisses into your neck, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m—I’m pretty” you finally breathed out.

“Yes *kiss* you *kiss* are *kiss*”

Your legs felt like jelly. If it wasn’t for taeyong’s strong arms wrapped around you, you surely would have melted onto the floor. His one hand snaked up the front of your body, past your tank top covered breasts and settled around your neck. His piercing eyes met yours in the mirror once again “and don’t you forget it.”

Taeyong pulled your tank top off of your body, cursing when he saw your bare breasts. He played with your nipples, admiring the way your ass started to grind against his stiff dick.

“Mmm, I want you” You moaned out. Taeyong guided you onto the bed and laid you on your back. “I’m all yours, my love.” He pulled off both of your bottoms and stroked himself a few times. You both moaned once he finally entered you. The delicious stretch of his cock got rid of whatever lingering thoughts of johnny you had in your mind.

Taeyong wrapped your legs around his hips and picked up the pace. He caressed the side of your face, smiling down at you. “You feel so good baby” he grunted. You loved how gentle and sweet he was being, but you needed something a little different in this moment.

“Tae…pound me, please?” You begged. Taeyong slowed his movements and a smirk grew on his face. “Anything for you, my love”. Before you knew it, you were flipped over and placed on all fours. Taeyong slammed back inside of you, making you cry out.

“Fuckkkk just like that!” You grabbed onto your headboard for dear life, partially to stop it from banging against the wall. Kaylee was only a few doors down.

Taeyong let out a guttural groan, loving the way your walls squeezed his dick. He had a vice grip on your hips, pounding his lower body into yours. “Shit, feels so good baby. You’re so wet.” Your arousal was dripping all over your thighs and his dick, making it nice and easy for Taeyong to piston in and out of you. The obscene noises of pleasure and skin on skin caught up to you, and you were ready to burst any second now.

“Baby I’m gonna cum” you whined, toes curling in preparation for your orgasm. Taeyong reached around to play with your clit, rubbing it in small, tight circles. You couldn’t hold on anymore, and allowed your high to wash over you.

“Oh good girl, I’m right behind you baby” Taeyong praised. He sloppily thrusted into you a few more times before blowing his load inside of you. You whined at the overstimulating feeling, enjoying the sound of taeyong riding out his own high.

He finally pulled out of you, and you both collapsed onto the bed side by side. You caught your breath, and turned to face him. He was already staring at you with sleepy, satisfied eyes. “I love you Tae, thank you. For everything.”

Taeyong caressed your hip. “I love you more baby. Now, let’s go see where Kaylee wants to eat for breakfast before we go to the zoo!”

The end ❤️

[thursdaydaughter]

mark would be like the kind of egotistical asshole with a severe god complex. thighs spread out for u to ride it like ur life depends on it while he just looks at ur fucked out face and ur titties bouncing up and down while he smoked a blunt…. elbows resting on the head rest of the couch and tip his head every time the tip of his cock brushes on ur sweetest spot and when he cant take it anymore he’ll push u roughly on the ground and just…. fuck the life out of ur poor swollen pussy and just leave and take a pic of his seed dripping down ur ruined cunt everyone who looked at it would cringe from how its abused and he sends a copy of it w a message “fucked ur little slutty sister. nympho asked for it” to jaemin

her step brother and his #1 enemy in football team :D

warning: basically just all the things that the ask said.

“Please Mark, I want you to fuck me.”

“Mhmm, I would but you haven’t been the most well behaved. Have you, baby?”

This is just becoming cruel. You beg him like he demands. “No,” you reply with a pout in your voice.

“Then what shall I do with you?”

You look down between your bodies and his erection is staining even more against his pants. Instead of giving a verbal response you grind yourself against him and the both of you let out a moan from the sudden friction.

You look back up to stare at Mark in the face just as he puts the blunt to his lips, blowing a stream of smoke in your face. “Did you like that?” but before you can respond he thrusts himself upwards and all you can do is gasp. He speaks up again but this time it’s only a whisper. “Then you can fuck yourself on my thigh.”

Your breath hitches in your throat and you whine at his demand. This isn’t what you wanted but it will have to do for now. Placing your hands on his shoulders for more leverage, you begin to slowly move back and forth on his large thigh.

He leaned back, looking completely relaxed. His eyes are dark and glinting in amusement as he watches you.

“Look at my little slut. So desperate to get off, you’re willing to fuck yourself on my thigh for relief.” You are about to whine in protest but he stops you by kissing you. His hands travel down your body. One grips your ass and gives a squeeze while the other moves in between the two of you. Mark groans against your lips when he feels the wet spot you’ve created on him and that only causes you to become wetter. He begins to palm himself through his trousers and you can hear his little pants of approval. You increase your pace and close your eyes as you become closer to orgasm. Your clit is throbbing from the delicious amount of friction from the rough fabric of his pants.

His hand that was previously on your ass is now gripping your throat and beginning to squeeze gently as he continues to play with himself. “Are you going to be a good girl now? Will you cum when I tell you to?”

“Yes,” you manage to gasp out.

“Too bad, the only time you can cum is on my fucking cock.”

In a quick and forceful motion, he pushes you onto the ground and hovers above you. “I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can but first beg me.”

“Wha-what?”

His hand moves down to your body to your clit. “I. Said. Beg. Me.” He emphasizes every word with a short, sharp, stroke.

“Please, please fuck me. I’m begging you to please fuck me. Please.”

“You’re learning, slut.”

Mark grabs both of your wrists and puts them above your head as he enters you roughly. He begins to set a brutal, bruising rhythm in and out of you while still smoking his damn joint. His hips slam roughly against your bare ass, the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes throughout the room. You are positive everyone on the floor can hear your moans.

His other hand dumps the joint on the floor to wrap around your neck and he squeezes. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure you’re receiving. You would moan but the pressure on your throat causes you to cough instead. You don’t know how much longer of his brutal pace you can take before passing out from the pleasure.

His thrusting becomes erratic as he comes close to his finish. The hand around your neck leaves and comes down to stroke your clit. His voice is rough and breathless in your ear, “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like this?”

“Mark god yes…Mark!” you moan as you lose control of your body. You can feel your orgasm throughout your entire body, causing you to shake and quiver. Your fingers curl into a fist as you scream with pleasure. You hear him moan deeply into your neck as he bites down, leaving a mark. Hot seed spurts deep inside of you as he clenches your body tightly to his. Mark takes a few moments before pulling out of you and proceeds to look over your sweat covered body as a mix of your arousal and his cum drip down your thighs.

“You’ve never looked better, with my cum dripping down your tight little pussy.”

As you’re still lost in your haze, you hear a click and a flash blinds you. Only the next morning when you bump into Jaemin—your step brother—in your kitchen do you realize what Mark’s done.

“I’ve always known you’re a desperate slut, little sister.”

You wince but quickly become speechless as embarrassment tinges your entire body when he shows you the messages with Mark. A picture of your ruined pussy full of Mark’s cum is on the screen, accompanied by a text. “fucked ur little slutty sister. nympho asked for it”

Jaemin lets out a small chuckle at your reaction, his face close to your ear as he whispers. “Hm, you know how much I despise that fuckface and still let him fuck you. You’d do anything for a cock, wouldn’t you? I could snap my fingers and you’d let both of us use all of your holes.”

[thursdaydaughter]

better grades (c.yj)

pairing: professor!yeonjun x student!reader

preview: you're failing yeonjun's english class. you decide that, instead of studying and putting in more effort, you'll try a different way to get better grades.

tags/warnings: fem reader, power dynamic (sir is used), spanking, reader getting bent over yeonjun's desk, he's a little mean, degrading (kinda academic degrading oops), monster cock yeonjun, panties used as gag, overstimulation, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: sleeping with your teacher isn't great but this is college and everyone is an adult

wc: 1.2k

song recs for this fic: teacher's pet by melanie martinez, lolly by maejor, hot demon b!tches near u by corpse

a/n: if i was in yeonjun's class, i also would be failing because i would NAWT be able to focus

midterm marks have just been posted. the very thing you’ve been dreading all semester. you reluctantly open your student portal and check your marks. you’re passing every class except for one. english. a whole 35% in that class.

how are you expected to pay attention when your teacher is choi fucking yeonjun? the hottest teacher in the school. there’s no way anyone is passing his classes. yes, he’s a good teacher but no one can do anything but just stare at him. 

you close your computer and sigh. you don’t want to try harder in his class or study. you’re not the type of person to study for a class like english. but, you need this class to be able to graduate. you’re paying to be in this class.

you lay your head on your arms, collapsing onto your desk. “what am i gonna do?” you ask yourself. after a few moments of brainstorming, you come up with the perfect idea. 

you rush to get ready, knowing there’s only a few hours left of yeonjun’s office hours. you put on your school uniform faster than the speed of light and book it out of the house.

as you reach the school building, you slow down, catching your breath. you smooth your skirt down before knocking on your professor’s office door. you hear a soft ‘come in’ from the other side so you wander in.

“ah, y/n, how can i help you?” he asks, taking his glasses off his face. you smile at him before responding. “um, i just wanted to ask you about my grade, mr choi,” you pull up a chair next to him, folding your hands in your lap.

“i see. let me just pull up the teacher portal really quick,” he says, putting his glasses back on and typing swiftly. “y/n y/l/n…” he says, scrolling through the class list. “ah, here you are,” he clicks on your name. he tuts at you. “you’re failing my class, miss y/n,” he peeks at you over his glasses.

“i know, that’s why i’m here,” you gulp. he turns in his chair to look at your properly. “what are you gonna do to get this 35% up to the passing minimum? you have less than a half semester to get your grade up at least 20%, you know that?” you nod and he shakes his head. “how are you planning on doing that?”

“well, um, you know i’m not the type to study,” you shift in your chair, your skirt riding up. you watch his eyes dart down and back up. “and you know i’m not the type to hand in late assignments,” you undo the top two buttons of your blouse, not breaking eye contact. “i was hoping there was some extra credit i could do for you,” your voice is breathy but yeojun’s stoic expression never changes.

you can see all of his options flash over his eyes. he knows that sleeping with a student isn’t exactly moral. but, you’re just so pretty so who is he to turn down your advances? “i think there is something you can do for me,” he smile mischievously at you. “anything.”

he gets up out of his seat, staring down at you. “get up,” yeonjun orders. you jump out of your seat as if it’s on fire. he gives you a small smirk before forcing your body to bend at the waist and pushing your face against his desk. 

“you want extra credit? take what i give you,” he reaches under your skirt and pulls your panties down your legs. “step,” he says and you step out of your underwear. he leans over to see your face. “open that pretty mouth for me,” you open your mouth slowly and he stuffs your panties into your mouth. “be fucking quiet.” 

yeonjun flips your skirt up and runs his hand over your now bare ass. “so pretty,” he mutters. the sweetness is quickly replaced with pain when he strikes your ass with a hard spank. “how dare you fail my class,” he says, his voice is deep and raspy. he lands another hard spank before speaking again. “you sit in the front of the fucking class and you’re still failing?” he tuts at you again. “you’re fucking pathetic.”

you hear his belt clinking behind you as he takes it off. he doesn’t bother to take his pants and underwear off, only pulling them down to his mid-thigh. yeonjun runs his finger up and down your slit a couple times. “you don’t need prepping, right? you’ll just take it like a good girl,” he says, lining his length up with your hole.

yeonjun just stays there for a few moments, letting the anticipation build up inside you. you’re practically dripping down your legs at this point. without warning, he slams himself into your cunt, down to the hilt. his large size has you wanting to scream. you let out a small shriek that was thankfully muffled by your panties that were so lovingly shoved into your mouth earlier.

you can feel your stomach swell with his cock buried deep inside you. he draws all the way out of you before slamming back inside. you bite your panties so hard you worry you might bite a hole in them. he continues to thrust at an excruciatingly slow pace for what feels like forever.

randomly, he starts slamming into you at an animalistic pace and you grip the end of his desk so hard your knuckles turn white. your jaw goes slack and the makeshift gag threatens to fall out. your walls clench and and unclench rapidly, signaling that your high is approaching. “do you think you deserve to cum? with that grade?” you hear him sigh fakely. you nod your head desperately, barely being able to feign off your orgasm.

“you want to cum on your professor’s cock? hm? make a mess for extra credit?” he takes your panties out of your mouth so you can speak. “yes, please, sir, i need it,” you beg. his own orgasm is rising quickly with seeing how fucked out you look. 

“cum then, slut. earn your passing grade,” with finally earning permission, you let your orgasm wash over you. your whole body trembles and you try to catch your breath. his pace never falters and you start kicking your feet around. “i can’t… take anymore,” you bang your fist against the table, fighting off loud shrieks. 

finally, he reaches his high and finishes inside of you. you feel full instantly, your cunt milking him of his cum. when he pulls out, cum pours out of you. you breathe heavily, struggling to get up off the desk. you grab your panties and put them back on, having to walk back home full of cum. 

you head for the door and watch as yeonjun pulls his pants back up and sits down at his desk. “i’ll see you in class on monday, y/n,” he says, opening his laptop. you nod and head back to your dorm.

the next day, you check your student portal again. you open your english grade and smile. 60%. finally passing. 

© lomlhwa 2023

[thursdaydaughter]

hi dido!! Hope you’re having a nice day

Could I request a hard dom! ice hockey player yeonjun x bratty sub! figure skater y/n college or winter Olympics au. They could possibly be rivals too to spice things up (maybe since childhood even idk???)… just go wild with it ;) anything you write is impossibly amazing anyway

😌

heyyyy thanks for asking. i am not exactly having the best day but i try my best to hang in there. you know everyone has rough patches. i am trying to get it together and stuff. 🕴sorry for the dump, how about you, anon? how are you? i hope you are good. please let me know. and thanks for the compliment i am so glad you like my works

NSFW! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

warnings: hard!dom!yj, bratty!sub!reader, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill, creampie, degradation, possesiveness

you are compating in the winter olympics as a figure skater, doing your best alongside with your "arch nemesis" choi yeonjun, an ice hockey player. you are not even doing the same sports yet as long as you know it, you and yeonjun have been rivals, probably because of your overcompetitive fathers being rivals but behind closed doors, everything was different. you and yeonjun get along in your own special way. in another one of getting along sessions. you are trembling under yeonjun.

"you are such a slut, letting me use you however i want~" he says while thrusting into you in a brutual pace. he grips your waist to assert his control. "you are the slut. i saw you with those other gi-" before you finish your sentence he manhandles you on your back. "brats don't get to talk or complain." he bites your bottom lip. "you are still on the pill, right?" you nod. "good, how about i come inside you and you perform with my cum leaking. doesn't it sound great? it would show your father, too. you belong to me. no one else. not even him. and only me." he grips your waist.

he grunts as you keep repeating yes. "brat turned into dumb whore who only thinks of me~ good. that's exactly what i want. one day we will even get married to show them." you smile with the idea. all those girls he hangs out with, they have no chance. he has you.

[thursdaydaughter]

Right where you left me | Choi yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x reader (no gender specific)

genre: angst, inspired by right where you left me by Taylor Swift

warnings: idk why I like to write yeonjun like he was an asshole

word count: 432

a/n: english is not my first language

4 pm.

Long blonde pinned up-hair.

Dark red lips.

Green dress.

5 pm.

You decided to arrive earlier to the restaurant where you were supposed to meet Yeonjun.

You were seeing each other for a year now. Although you weren’t a couple you acted like one.

He was a sweet guy and he treated you well; when you first met him, at the same restaurant, he was a waiter and when you were leaving he asked for your number. He called a week later, obviously, because he wanted to make it interesting.

He never asked you to “date him” properly, but you spent a lot of time together and every third Friday, you came to this place to celebrate something you weren’t sure about what it was.

6 pm.

“Can I get you something?” The waitress asked you nicely. “Or are you waiting for someone?”

“I’m waiting for someone… but he’ll be here soon.” You smiled at her. “Maybe you can bring us two hot chocolates.”

7 pm.

Rain.

It was a rainy day when you met him.

You ordered a hot chocolate and a cheesecake.

“Have a nice meal.” He smiled at you. “I like your hair.”

That was the first time you felt pretty.

You weren’t used to receive compliments, but in that moment you felt beautiful and happy.

That was how he made you feel.

8 pm.

The hot chocolate cooled down.

“Hey Yeonjun, is everything okay? I’m worried, please call me back as soon as you can.”

You hang up the phone.

Maybe something bad happened to him, he was supposed to meet you at 6 pm.

What if he had an accident?

“Y/n?” A masculine voice talked.

“Beomgyu? What are you doing here? How are you?”

“I’m fine, college it’s killing me.” He smiled. “I came here with some friends, what about you?”

“I’m supposed to meet my non-boyfriend.” You answered. “His name is Yeonjun, he used to work here before… maybe you remember him.”

“Choi Yeonjun?” You nodded. “Oh, I know him. I didn’t know you were a couple.”

“We are not.”

9 pm.

“I met someone.”

“What?”

You could feel the mascara run down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Yeonjun sighed. “But I don’t love you y/n.”

He stood up and cleaned his hands on his jeans. “I have to go.”

Yeonjun stopped when he felt you grabbing him by the hand.

“Did you ever…?”

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

10 pm.

“Sorry. We are about to close.”

“Today is my 23rd birthday.” You said. “And he left me here.”

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[thursdaydaughter]

prompt: “keep your eyes open, look at me, baby”

pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader

warnings: unprotected sex, implied cockwarming at the end

word count: 366

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you were sitting on yeonjun’s lap facing him, he smiled while stroking your thighs softly. you felt hot, your whole body was on fire and yeonjun’s gaze made you feel small.

“come on, baby. i know you can do it” he encouraged you, brushing the hair out of your face.

you laid your forehead against his shoulder before taking a deep breath in and lifting your hips before lowering yourself on his dick again.

“fuck, you’re so deep” you cried out, the overstimulation from three previous orgasms made your head spin.

“i know baby” he smirked proudly, grabbing you by your hips again to help you out.

you always wondered how does he manage to go so many rounds one after another, he already cummed in you twice, his juices mixed with your own were spilling out of you but still, he was determined to fill you up again.

bucking his hips against yours, yeonjun began fucking into you again with more force. your hands flew to his shoulders for support, bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from screaming.

“y-yeonjun” you moaned as the coil in your stomach was about to snap.

you squeezed your eyes shut.

“keep your eyes open, look at me, baby” he placed his palm on your cheek, caresing it softly.

with all the strength that you had in yourself, you opened your eyes slowly and met with yeonjun’s brown ones staring right back at you with full adoration.

“that’s my good girl” he cooed. “so so good”

yeonjun kissed your lips softly before lifting your hips and lowering you down on him with force, which triggered your orgasm.

you came with a loud moan against his lips and yeonjun followed you closely behind, spilling himself in you for the last time today.

you were breathing heavily, finally able to relax, while yeonjun caressed your back, trying to catch his own breath.

“let’s stay like this for a while, okay?” he whispered, feeling your head getting heavier on his shoulder as you were close to fall asleep.

you nodded your head, nuzzling your face closer to his neck, letting the sleep overtake you while feeling yeonjun’s dick softening inside you.

[thursdaydaughter]

9-5 yeonjun always asking you which suit looks better on him~ who always shows up a few minutes late because he couldnt help but fuck you before going to work <3 who always leaves slightly early to finish the job at home hehe loves loves loves his beautiful dumb housewife and the minute his company has one of those parties, he invites you to show his gorgeous girl off to everyone ><

officially jjunies housewifey <3

husband!yeonjun who works a 9-5, climbed his way up the corporate ladder with charisma and charm~~ his wardrobe lined to the nines in dry cleaned suits, his secret pleasure in gently nudging his pretty housewife awake in the morning, letting you choose his suit for the day,,, navy? black? he’d be a liar to say that your cute yawns and rubbing your eyes in the morning doesn’t turn him on, his leaving his tie on the doorknob before pushing you back down, lips on your neck sucking a fresh dark hickey on top of the ones from previous mornings, bulge straining against his dress slacks. pushing up the oversized button up of his you’re wearing, hands roaming your plush thighs, making his pretty wife a mess under his touch, have to fuck you before he leaves, doesn’t he~? leave his wife all full of his cum, a reminder of him all day, a reminder that you’re only his <3 heavy pants against your lips, hard cock thrust into your pussy, filling you up to the brim n his thin fingers pushing his cum back inside your seeping folds, shhh, pretty wife, he has to go now, but don’t think of anything but him all day. husband!yeonjun giving you one last hard, dizzying kiss before grabbing his tie and briefcase, smirk and air kiss thrown over his shoulder before heading out to his sleek car. he’s late again,,, but does he really care~?

husband!yeonjun with his expensive watches and neat suits, impatiently working away with just the intent on going home to his pretty housewife,,, a bit tempted to call you and fuck you in his office (does he really want you going here alone though… debatable if he’s okay with you riding a taxi home alone all fucked out though hmm), checking his watch mid meetings. running a hand through his hair, seeing your text that you miss your husband, and yeonjun’s out of work 30 minutes early, undoing his tie and unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt with one hand as he does a single handed reverse out of the parking.

romantic husband!yeonjun at home, always greeting you with loving kisses, hand on your cute ass and the other holding your face gently. and even if you insist that he should rest after being tired and working all day, he’s vacuuming the carpet and folding his laundry, checking the mail and marking bills to pay, making sure all the housework is done so he can have you all to himself, no distractions <3 a glass of ice and whiskey, pretty wife on his lap, saccharine kisses and romance.

corporate parties, he’s driving you to the designer boutiques, relaxed as he brings directs you to model the outfits he chooses, dropping two grand on a one night dress,,, and cockwarm him in the car parking lot because he’s hard by just house beautiful you are, driving with one hand between your thighs and the other on the wheel. one hand always on your waist, never letting you legs who’s side as he makes sure you don’t drink too much, might down the drinks offered to you because he doesn’t want you to be too drunk in that pretty head of yours. husband!yeonjun who likes to show off how gorgeous his housewife is, all dolled up by him, smirks when he knows people double take n stare a little. and yeonjun who drags you to a bathroom before leaving, locking the door, soft swears under his breath as he places you on the counter, fuck, he’s so turned on by you, all pretty n all his. everyone looking you, all jealous of him, weren’t they~? husband!yeonjun who pounds your cute pussy, making sure you scream his name in the marbled bathroom, god, he’s so fucking aroused, possessiveness driven to the limit. smudged makeup and bruised lips, clinging to him to even walk,,, and easily scooping you up into his arms as he walks out to the car valet, his cum pooling in your thin lacy panties before he buckles your seatbelt, quick kiss before driving home, loving glances exchanged,,, patience, pretty. don’t think he doesn’t see your hand slipping into his lap, palming him n whining for more <3

[thursdaydaughter]

tomorrow x together - getting walked in on

pairings; tomorrow by together x f!reader

warnings; cockwarming, exhibitionism, dirty talk, pet names, kissing, getting caught but not really, guilt

yeonjun; has the literal biggest smirk on his face, to the point where the others are suspicious.

As of right now you’re sitting on his lap, skirt flipped up and panties pulled to the side while his cock is stuffed nicely inside of you. A video game controller is nestled in his hands as he plays a round of apex. The occasional jolt of his hips has whimper after whimper leaving you, and even if nobody else is home you still have worry written all over your face.

“Relax, baby. No one is here, nobody gets to see this cute little pussy get stuffed with my cock. What a shame, honestly” His sinful words whispered into your ear has you clenching around him greedily. Despite them being horny, what he said calmed your nerves.

That is until the front swings open and 4 guys walk in, Yeonjun is quick to flip down and smooth out your skirt so it just looks like you’re sitting on him. He knows your face is devoid of color right now, the way your fists are gripping his thighs is a clear giveaway

“Can I play next round, hyung?” Beomgyu asks from over both of your shoulders. The younger completely unaware of your predicament. Yeonjun agrees as the others migrate to the living room, you’re screwed. How are you supposed to get up without anyone noticing? Are you just stuck here now?

As the man under you passes the controller, he leans back against the couch, hands propped up under his head. The sly smirk on his face as he watches your form try not to squirm too much has him throbbing inside of you. He eyes the men around him and lays a hand on your waist, grinding up into you subtly.

The gasp you try and cover with a cough has eyes shooting to you and Yeonjun as he hotly laughs at you, an evil idea coming to mind.

“Y/n”

“Y-yes”

“Can you get me some water?”

“w-what?”

soobin; nervous but really into it, like he’s trying not to come inside you, it’s taking everything in him not to move.

“Here, ride me” He mutters while laying back on the couch, head resting on the arm rest. The view of your pouty face frantically trying to unbutton his pants and slip down his briefs has his ego steadily rising. You look so fucked out already and you haven’t even been filled yet.

A throaty whine leaves your throat as you sink on him and his brain short circuits.

The small tank top you’re wearing doing little to hide your breasts that are currently bouncing in his face as you chase your, previously denied, orgasm.

“Soobin, I need your opinion on this” He hears Yeonjun say from the hallway, panic shoots through both of you as you grip a blanket to cover yourselves and he pushes you down to fully lay on him. He can hear the elder getting closer but all he can concentrate on his how tight you’re clenching around him.

“Oh, hey, Y/n. Soobin, should I buy this belt?” He shows you his phone screen, an expensive looking black studded belt on it. “Or this one?” He swipes and a beige belt of the same style appears.

“The black one I can use more but the beige one could make certain outfits really pop, yknow?” A look of thought comes over his features as he swipes back and forth between the two.

If Soobin is honest, he can’t focus on anything Yeonjun is showing him, he digs his heels into the couch to try not to snap his hips into you, his entire being yells at him just to move a little but he knows he shouldn’t.

“W-well, uh, the black one”

You can’t help but eye the vein that’s now very obvious going up his neck as he tries his best to control himself infront of Yeonjun. As he gazes at his phone again you trace the vein with your tongue and almost loudly moan at the, now, very tight grip he has on you.

“Good choice, thanks” As he trails back to his room, not even a second later Soobin grips your ass and pushes you downward to meet his desperate thrust.

beomgyu; Wants to get caught and knows you want it too. Will literally start fucking you in front of the others.

A movie plays in the background, what’s it about? You’re not sure, you’re a bit occupied with your boyfriend propping up your leg and grinding his tip through your slit. He’s settled behind you while you’re both laying on your sides on the couch, facing the tv.

“Beomgyu no teasing” you whine, pushing back into him. The puffs of air from him on your neck has goosebumps sprouting as he pushes into you. He smiles and nibbles on his lip at the squelching noise that sounds from you, he always loves how ready you are for him.

The relieved moan that leaves you is covered by your boyfriends hand as a half awake Soobin stumbles out of his room. Beomgyu is quick to throw a blanket over the both of you mainly for your sake, he really doesn’t mind being watched

The elder throws himself on the chair next to you and leans back, grabbing the remote to flip through streaming services, groggily. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to care as he shallowly rolls his hips into your ass.

The fact that Soobin is a few feet from you, totallly unaware of what’s going on, has you clenching around beomgyu. The feeling of his smirk on the back of your neck is present afterward.

“You like this, huh? You like being a whore infront of my friends?” He hotly whispers into your ear.

You pant and grip his thigh behind you in response. The hand covering your mouth drifts down to the hem of your shirt, his warm hand slides up your flushed torso and lands on your nipples. The first pinch rips a choked moan from you, and the second has the neediness sinking into your bones.

Soobin is not even fully awake, you convince yourself he won’t even know. Grinding back into Beomgyu you seek out his free hand to guide in between your legs.

taehyun; not phased at all, yea you might be filled with his cock at the moment and Kai has wandered into the living room, but who cares? Honestly he’d probably try and get you to come around him.

You’re sitting on his lap, facing him as a teasing smirk graces his face.

“Can’t you just fuck me, Tae?” You plead as he grips your hips and presses into you. Words die on your tongue as your head lawls into his shoulder at the stretch. He sighs and answers, “Nope, get comfortable, Angel” as he grabs a blanket to wrap you both in. He loves doing this to you, especially when he acts like he’s getting comfortable and pushes into you more “accidentally”.

Earlier today he wasn’t too fond of you getting a little too close with Kai, he trusts you both but it’s an excuse to have you like this.

He caresses your hair as the front door opens and Kai’s “I’m home” meets his ears. He knows you’re gonna panic and try and get up but he’s having none of that. “Don’t even try and get up” he murmurs into your ear.

A look of panic shoots to your face and you plead with him non-verbally, but he doesn’t crack.

“Hey, Kai, where were you?”

You sigh as they both converse while you wallow in your pouty-ness. But, a hand sneaks down and pinches your clit, nails dig into his back as you desperately try and keep down any noises.

“Is she asleep?”

“Yea, she’s been out for a few minutes” He lies as he continues messing with you, heat pools into your abdomen again as he gets you off. His thumb harshly presses into you as you bite the juncture of his neck, which has him stuttering out his words.

He did not like that and only lets you know the second you’re about to come. The heat is sizzling in your core and you honestly don’t care about Kai behind you as the pleasure is milliseconds away from taking over, but, he stops. He pulls his fingers away and keeps talking to the youngest like nothing happened.

Once Kai has disappeared into another room, Taehyun is quick to reprimand you, a firm grip on your jaw and a pointed look in his eyes. “I didn’t want to punish you anymore, but you never learn, hm?”

hyuka; literally feels so guilty, even more guilty that he kinda likes it. He’s conflicted honestly

“Are you sure, Kai? When did you say they’d be back?” You ask warily, sure you were in the privacy of his room and nobody was home but you were still worried. As he pushes down your pants and sets you on top of him he answers, “An hour, that’s plenty of time” He hums against the back of your neck, the simple touches have all complaints dying on your tongue.

“Fuck, you’re so wet” he moans as a of couple fingers dip into your underwear, it’s not long before they’re plucked off of you. One hand rests on your hip as the other guides himself inside, you know you agreed to this but the want for him to move has your shoulders sagging.

“What’s the matter, hm? Want me to move?” His tone is condescending as you whine in response.

“That’s just too bad, what movie shall we watch, Sweetheart?” He pulls the covers over you and leans against the headrest, remote in hand. “What about-”

“Kai, we brought dinner. You want some?” Taehyun, who has just swung open the door, asks. His eyebrows shoot up at the similar look you’re both giving him. “Uh, yea, I think i’m just gonna eat in here” He clears his throat self soothingly.

As Taehyun leaves, your shoulders drop in relief and you hope nobody else decides to visit. Kai thinks a tad differently, the initial panic had made him that much harder, guilt pings at his heart at the admittance. A part of him wishes someone else would come in, which makes him honestly feel worse.

And, of course, it’s now Soobin who walks in; hands full of food containers for you both. As his friend places the food on his nightstand he throbs inside of you, he shakily nods at Soobin as a thank you and as soon as the door closes he’s gripping you tightly, flipping you both over.

“Looks like you’re getting what you wanted after all”

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[thursdaydaughter]

Nights Like These

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“It was tradition between you and your roommates to relax and drink together once a month. One day a month where you could forget about all your responsibilities and speak about whatever was on your mind. Confronting your undeniable attraction to said roommates was not what you were expecting on a night like this.”

Yeonjun x fem! reader x Taehyun

Genre: and they were roommates, a whopping 2k of “plot”, smut 

word count: 7.7K

Warnings: use of alcohol, mentions of food (they get tipsy at most) 

Smut warnings: dom! Yeonjun, Dom!taehyun, sub!mc, threesome, tae is packing !! (who else is shocked), exhibitionism/ voyeurism, teasing, reader is mentioned to be more vanilla / inexperienced, corruption (?), degrading, praise, pet names, (pretty girl, baby, cutie, etc.) masturbating, (fem) manhandling, biting, marking, grinding, oral, (fem rec.) breast play, fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, messy handjobs, strength kink, dacryphilia, double vaginal penetration, scratching, bulge kink, size kink, possessiveness, dumbification, creampies , cockwarming (lemme know if I missed anything!)

Notes: How bizarre is it to have two regular warnings then a whole fucking paragraph of smut warnings? Only on my blog, I suppose. Listen to me, I’ve been meaning to write about double penetration on this godforsaken app but have been too scared to— I refuse to be silenced!! Enjoy while you can before it disappears from the tags!!

Nothing good came from nights like these. 

That still didn’t stop you from doing it, feeling yourself sink back more into the couch cushions as your grip tightens on your wine glass; you feel tipsy at most, and the drink in your hand is tamer in comparison to the nights where you and your roommates would go through bottles of soju and order takeout after a particularly stressful day.

On nights like those, where you were too drunk to properly clean up after yourselves, nothing good ever happened. There are too many incidents of you spilling your drinks all over the floor, waking up to a sticky floor that would have you scolded badly by your friends— not to mention the number of drunk rambles your two roommates have gone on, confessing things that would change your perception of them if you were lucky enough to remember it. 

Tonight was one of those nights. 

“Well, it wasn’t ever anything serious,” Yeonjun said, pausing to take another sip of his drink. Tonight wasn’t as bad as the other nights, and you’d like to chalk it all up to the fact that you haven’t really drunk much. But it was enough to loosen Yeonjun’s tongue, sitting back in amusement as you listened to him tell you two stories of his delinquent days, “But I seriously stressed out my mom back then. I feel so bad for her honestly, I don’t know how she put up with me.” 

“I guess that makes sense,” Taehyun says, sitting on the floor and leaning on the coffee table as he grabs a slice of pizza— it’s probably gone cold now, given the fact that the two can never stop talking whenever they drink, “no wonder you’re such a freak.” 

Yeonjun seems to bristle at his friend’s comments, crossing his arms defensively as he glares down at Taehyun. “What the hell do you mean by that?” 

They seem to be communicating as Taehyun gives him a knowing look. It only serves to make you curious as Yeonjun’s ears turn red, clearly defeated as he chooses to take a sip from his drink. The sight is enough to make you laugh, giggly as always as you lean forward clumsily. 

“What?” You say, looking between your two friends to see if you can pry out any information from them, “What’re you guys talking about?”

“Nothing just,” Yeonjun clears his throat, downing his glass as he leans forward to place it down on the table, “just some embarrassing shit I used to do, I don’t think you’d wanna hear about it.”

“Oh, but Taehyun would?” You say, raising a brow as you look towards the said man; he’s smiling, mischievous and tempting as his eyes sparkle cutely under the lights— almost giving him an aura of innocence, if you didn’t know any better, “come on, try me. We’ve known each other long enough, right?” 

“Mmm. It’s just this one time,” Taehyun starts, pausing to take a bite of pizza as he tries to gauge Yeonjun’s reaction; you glance at him, but he refuses to look at you, covering his face in embarrassment as you’re still able to pick up on the red tinge of his cheeks, “I caught Yeonjun and one of his girls fucking, that’s all… It happened multiple times actually, had me thinking it wasn’t an accident at some point. Weird time, honestly.”

“She was really into it, okay?” Yeonjun admits, attempting poorly to defend himself as his hands come away from his face. He’s clearly flustered, his hair a mess with how much he’s been running his hands through it as he listened to Taehyun tell you his story.

“Yeah? Was it because of me? Because I’ve never heard this happening with any of our other friends,” Taehyun is clearly provoking Yeonjun as the two begin to bicker, casually spilling truths that have your eyes widening in surprise. 

There he goes again— Yeonjun has dropped a fact on you so casually as you try to pretend that it doesn’t affect you at all; this time, it seems to have been revealed that Yeonjun is quite the exhibitionist. 

“Don’t act like you were quick to leave, either,” Yeonjun says, words beginning to slur slightly as he points an accusing finger at the younger man. 

“I won’t deny that,” Taehyun is the definition of evil as he grins, biting his lip slightly as he glances at you, “I won’t deny that she was cute— and who am I to refuse a free show?”

Okay, this is all taking a strange turn; you knew the two men before you knew each other way longer than they knew you, and had a very close relationship in turn, but this seemed a little too much for you— you really hadn’t been expecting Taehyun to confess that he was into watching when you pressured him into telling Yeonjun’s secret. 

It’s not like you’ve never talked about your little sexcapades, as Yeonjun likes to call them, but you never truly feel ready for them as you usually find them on the more intense side, your experiences put to shame as it all usually ranges on the more vanilla side. 

Maybe that’s why you find yourself feeling a bit hot— that, and the copious amount you’ve drunk tonight, you tell yourself, gulping nervously as you try to ignore that the way they’ve begun to go into detail isn’t affecting you. At all. 

“Dude, do you have any idea how many times she would ask to invite you?” Yeonjun groaned, throwing his head back against the couch at the very thought, “I seriously thought she was into you instead of me.” 

“I wouldn’t mind sharing,” Taehyun says, the cheeky comment immediately getting a shut the fuck up, in return from Yeonjun. It’s a bit embarrassing when you jump as Taehyun’s eyes land on you again, trying to pretend it didn’t happen as Taehyun only chuckles at your state, “What’s wrong, why are you so quiet? Did we freak you out?”

“No, just…” you clear your throat attempting to not let your flustered state show as you shrug casually, “Just didn’t think you guys would be into that.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t be?” If you didn’t know better, you’d think Yeonjun was genuinely curious as he leans forward, laying on the opposite end of the couch as he tilts his head like a puppy. He’s well beyond tipsy, his pouty lips stained and his eyes lidded as his bangs fall into his eyes; a reminder of how good he looks with long hair hits you suddenly, your stomach churning as you desperately try to keep these thoughts under lock and key. 

“I— I don’t know,” you say, biting your lip at the stutter you accidentally let slip through, “what kind of question is that?” 

“Well, we’ve told you a bit about us,” Taehyun says, his foot tapping rhythmically at the table leg as his gaze doesn’t break away from yours, “just think it’d be fair to hear a bit about you, no?”

This was dangerous territory. This type of conversation was usually only breached when you knew you wouldn’t be able to remember it the next day, but men before you are way too experienced to let a few glasses of wine get to them— they were definitely teasing you. 

Was this a normal thing to talk about between friends? Usually, you wouldn’t think much of it; you can think of plenty of times when you’ve all expressed your own stories, unadulterated and light-hearted as you all shared a laugh about it. But this, it definitely felt different; you’re not sure why, but maybe it’s because of the way you can’t help pressing your legs together, your mind beginning to stray as you take in the intensity of their eyes— dark, dangerous, still waiting for an answer as you clear your throat shyly. 

“I dunno, I’m pretty open to trying new things,” you say, trying to change the subject as you stare down at your empty glass, “Tae, could you pass me the bottle?”

Taehyun is quick to heed your request, scooting closer to you to pass you the bottle; you think you might just be going insane when he takes this chance to grab onto your hand, tugging at it slightly so you’re leaning towards him. The way you gulp nervously isn’t lost on Taehyun as he smiles tenderly, his chest pressing against your bare thigh as you try to ignore the way he’s practically laying on you.

“Are you drunk already?” Taehyun asks, ever a tease as he leans in closer to take a closer look at your face, “You’re usually a lot more talkative than this.”

“No,” you say, oddly defensive as you pull away from him; curling up in the corner of the couch, you huff, pouring yourself another glass as you ignore the way the two men grin at your shy state, “what do you expect me to say?” 

“You usually contribute a lot more to our conversations,” Yeonjun muses, scooting closer to you as he watches you avoid his eyes, opting to take another sip from your glass instead, “plus, weren’t you the one that was so eager to hear about my past?”

“When I asked, I was expecting crime stories or something,” you say, your tongue loosened as you look at your friend directly in his eyes, “not stories about you two sharing a girl.” 

There’s something in Yeonjun’s gaze that darkens as he hears you say that. You can practically feel the stares of your two friends burning into your skin as you clear your throat awkwardly, trying to not shift as Yeonjun only scoots closer to you; he’s sitting at your feet now, his arm thrown over the couch as he makes himself comfortable, a cocky smile slowly growing on his face as he speaks.

“Oh, we never shared her,” Yeonjun drawls, tilting his head at the very thought. Below you, Taehyun shakes his head, resting his chin on your thigh as he stares up at you with sparkling doe eyes, clearly tipsy by the way his cheekbones are flushed pink, “she wasn’t special enough for that.”

“You practically did,” you say, shivering at the way Yeonjun runs a hand up your thigh, stopping as he begins to play with the hem of your sweater— the same sweater that Yeonjun and Taehyun are matching with you now, a stupid gift you got them for Christmas and never really expected them to wear. 

Yeonjun can only huff out a laugh at your little comment. You look so cute as you’re cradling your glass, unsure of what else to do as you take another drink out of nervous habit, eventually downing the rest of it. Despite your tense demeanor, your eyes give you away, a dim curiosity showing through as you allow the two men to get closer still. 

“What, you don’t like the idea?” Yeonjun whispers, feeling the way you’re shifting underneath his touch as he gets closer to you, “Would it be too much for someone like you?” 

Someone like you. Someone who wasn’t as experienced or active as them, who preferred to stay with what you knew instead of trying something dangerous and experimenting.��

“No,” you bluffed, refusing to back down as you listened to the two men before you chuckle at your words, “I could handle it.”

“Could you really?” Yeonjun asks, pulling away as you feel your body yearning for his warm presence again, “I don’t believe you.” 

There are so many ways things could go now— a single choice could change the way you see your roommates forever, your heart pounding against your chest as you let out a shaky sigh. 

“What am I supposed to do?” You sigh out shakily, watching the way the remaining droplets in your glass swish around, averting your eyes to avoid their reactions, “prove it to you?” 

“Show us.” 

Your head practically snaps up at Yeonjun’s words. Your mouth has gone dry and you feel as though your tongue has gone numb, unable to articulate any words as you simply give your friend a dumbfounded stare. 

A pause ensues; they wait patiently, giving you a moment to back out and leave if you want to. But even then, they can’t ignore the way your thighs press together impatiently, your throat bobbing as you finally part your lips to speak. 

“Show you?”

The way the men chuckle at your state is downright degrading— and it makes you stifle a whine that threatens to creep up your throat, feeling insanely aroused the longer they take to say or do anything. It’s like they’re trapping you in, feeling small under their gaze as Yeonjun glances down at the pathetic excuse of shorts that cover your legs. 

“Show us you can take it, baby.” Slowly, you nod, allowing Taehyun to take your empty glass from you as your fingers slowly slip under the waistband of your shorts, proceeding to pull them off you. You feel so exposed as you watch the way their eyes follow your every move, gulping for the nth time tonight as you keep your panties on; the way they eye the cute lace has you clenching your legs nervously, unsure of what to do before Yeonjun is reaching out to pry your legs open gently.

“Come on cutie, don’t be shy,” Yeonjun smiles, an action ever so sweet and tempting as he spots the way you’ve made a wet spot on your panties. Taehyun is encouraging as he slowly takes your hand, allowing him to lead you down and place it right over your core before he’s placing his hand over your own, practically engulfing it as he forces you to apply pressure to your pussy.

“Can you show us how you touch yourself, pretty?” 

Their cute nicknames for you are enough to have you melting under their every command, feeling the way your legs open on their own, eager to follow their orders as your hand practically disappears under Taehyun’s. You still can’t help but feel shy under their watchful gaze as you slide your hand under your waistband, your eyes meeting with Yeonjun’s as the pad of your fingertips meets your clit; you jump at the sudden feeling, your mouth falling open as you slowly begin to circle the bud. 

You feel so powerful as you watch the two men become infatuated with you, unable to take their eyes off you for a second as you allow your middle and ring finger to run over your slit— the wet noises that come from it have Yeonjun biting his lip tensely, shifting in his seat as his eyes dart down to where your hand has disappeared. 

Your chest juts out at a particularly harsh touch on your clit— the material of your sweater is thin and pastel, and it allows both your friends to watch the way your nipples poke through, unable to help the way their eyes widen at the fact that you haven’t been wearing a bra all night. 

Yeonjun thinks he might go insane; the sight of you is so sweet and fragile as he watches the way you slowly fuck yourself, a broken whimper escaping you as your fingertips begin to tease your entrance. Beneath you, Taehyun is doing no better, able to get a closer look at your pussy as he watches the material dampen, wanting nothing more than to rip the material off and get a proper view of you toying with your pretty cunt.

After a moment, you decide it’s not enough. Your eyes can’t help but stray as you take in how big the hands of the two men before you are in comparison to yours, feeling your pussy clench uncontrollably at the thought of having either of them touch you instead. The moan you let out is weak and pathetic as you reach your free hand to Yeonjun, tugging at his sleeve until he’s scooting closer to you, eyes hazed and lips parted as he takes in your broken face.

“More,” you whine out, tugging at his sleeve as you bring him closer, until you can feel his breath fan against your face and graze your lips against his, “need more. Please.”

You can taste the wine on Yeonjun’s lips as you finally gather the strength to close the gap between the two of you. The taste only becomes more prominent as he pushes his tongue past your lips, allowing you to tangle your free hand into his hair as you begin bucking your hips uselessly into your hands— you can only whine weakly at the way Yeonjun leaves you messy and breathless, pulling away as his swollen and shiny lips come into view. 

“Fuck, come here,” he breathes out, grabbing onto your hand and tugging you roughly as you allow him to situate you however he likes— it ends with you seated comfortably on his lap, your ass pressing against his clear erection as he drapes your legs over his thighs; you’re practically spread open as Taehyun situates himself between the two of you, on his knees and staring up with you with such a dark and dangerous gaze that has your cunt clenching around nothing. 

“God, look at you,” Yeonjun breathes out into your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hands rub teasingly on your thighs. You jump at the sensitive feeling, trying to close your legs on instinct, only for it to fail as Yeonjun’s strong thighs keep you spread open. Taehyun is only able to laugh at your pathetic state, leaning in closer to your pussy as his eyes never leave yours— he’s so close, almost able to touch you as you rock your hips toward him subtly. 

“Dripping all over me when we’ve barely even started,” Yeonjun’s words are lazy and slurred together as he leaves kisses on the column of your neck, sloppy and wet as he goes to leave marks all over you. 

Wordlessly, Taehyun reaches forward to plant a soft kiss on your panty-covered cunt. The feeling is enough to have you throwing your head back against Yeonjun’s shoulder, your panties practically stuck to you with how needy you are. With every rock of your hips, Yeonjun groans into your ear, feeling your ass press perfectly against his cock, unable to help the way he thrusts up into you, enjoying the way you yelp cutely at the feeling, jolting in his lap from the sheer action. 

Your eyes are fluttering shut the moment Taehyun’s mouth connects with your cunt. He’s making a mess of the pretty lace panties you have on, practically making out with your pussy as he presses his warm tongue on your slit, pushing against the fabric and dragging it up before he’s stopping at your clit. You’re a whining and moaning mess by now, unable to control the way your face contorts with pleasure as Taehyun sucks your clit, hearing the way your moans pick up as he runs his tongue over the fabric teasingly. 

Your panties are an absolute mess by the time he’s pulling away, and Taehyun can’t hide the way the sight is clearly affecting him— your pussy is practically outlined against the fabric, the garment skewed as the pretty bow by your navel practically begs him to unwrap you like a present. 

He does so gladly; both men are groaning weakly as they watch the way as a string of your arousal remains connected to your panties, a weak whimper escaping you as you feel Yeonjun lift your hips with no effort— you’re practically staining his sweatpants the moment he’s sitting you back down, and it certainly doesn’t help that you can still feel his hip rutting into the swell of your ass occasionally, wrapping a secure arm around your waist before he’s pulling you flush against his chest. 

“So soft,” Yeonjun mutters, his hand that was wrapped around your waist sneaking under the hem of your sweater and moving up to grope your beasts; you can’t help the way you mewl as you feel his cold hands on your nipples, sensitive to the way he plays with them, as though he knows your body like the back of his hand.

His other hand is reaching down to your pussy, his deep chuckle hitting your ears as you jump when his fingers come in contact with your cunt; before you realize what he’s doing, you feel him spreading you open with his two fingers, a glob of arousal escaping you as you feel his other hand reach down and tug your sweater over your chest— you’re left displayed perfectly to Taehyun, spread out prettily for him as he’s left to enjoy the sight.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Yeonjun hums out softly, rubbing his fingers up and down your slit as the wet sounds ring around the room. Taehyun can only groan at the sight, ever so weak for your pussy as he finally leans in to get a taste. 

Yeonjun’s other hand has left your breasts. Instead, it traveled up to get a hold of your chin, forcing you to look down and gaze at the way Taehyun’s head was stuck between your thighs; Yeonjun keeping you spread open for him, feeling the way Taehyun’s tongue lapped at you teasingly. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Yeonjun whispers in your ear, like a dirty secret no one else should know as he begins humping against you at a steady pace, “Love being our cute little attention whore?” 

The way you agree to his words without hesitation should be embarrassing— but it’s not, especially with the way Taehyun is leaving you speechless, his tongue teasing at your entrance before he’s finally fucking it into you. 

He’s so sloppy and eager as he allows your arousal to coat his face, moving it side to side and listening to the way you moan whenever his nose bumps against your clit. Yeonjun holds you open all the while, and the way Taehyun pulls away to slurp lewdly at your arousal leaves you warm and flustered as you tuck your head into Yeonjun’s neck. 

It doesn’t take you long before the said man is pulling you back away, keeping his hold on your face firm as he watches the way your face changes intently, his hand moving away from your pussy to rub your thigh soothingly. 

“Look at you, such a pretty thing, letting yourself get used by us,” Yeonjun mutters, his voice dark as he places soft kisses all over your face; it’s a stark contrast to the way Taehyun only becomes more eager to hear you cum, his swollen lips sucking eagerly at your clit as you feel his tongue run ruthlessly over it all the while. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought of you. How hard it was to ignore these feelings, to pretend like I wouldn’t love to fuck you senseless,” Yeonjun’s confessions have a fire of desire licking all throughout your body, hearing the way he stumbles over his words, unable to take his eyes away from the scene before him, “I felt so guilty when I saw you, so cute and perfect, innocent to the fact that we’ve wanted you for so long.”

You’re a mess under their hands as the sudden confessions take you by surprise, whimpering out weakly that you’ve felt the same— Taehyun’s eyes flick up to meet yours for a second, tilting his head before he’s practically making out with your pussy slowly, the feeling of his tongue all over you making you reach down and tug his hair thoughtlessly; the moan he lets out from the feeling is enough to bring you close to your climax, unable to control yourself as you begin to roll your hips against his face. 

“Yeah? Do you think about us a lot?” Yeonjun whines teasingly in your ear, mimicking you and smiling as you moan out a weak y-yes! 

“Do you touch yourself to the thought of us?” Yeonjun’s questions are dangerous to your fuzzy mind as you nod frantically, weak to his voice as you find yourself confessing things you never thought you ever would. 

“God, I do too,” Yeonjun groans, his cock pressing against you as he reaches down to keep your hips still, bringing you back against him as you remain victim to the way Taehyun licks your pussy mercilessly. You think your mind has gone blank the moment his fingers sneak in to prod at your entrance, the way he messily kisses and sucks at your clit your downfall as you let out one last moan— you’re stilling against his face as he lets you ride out your orgasm, weak whimpers and cries streaming from your lips as you weakly cry out that it’s too much. 

Taehyun only listens to your commands once he feels you pushing at his face weakly, your eyes fluttering open weakly and your chest heaving as you lock gazes with Taehyun— you feel beyond flustered at the way his lips and chin shine with your arousal, his tongue slowly darting out to lick it all off before he’s leaning in to place a gentle, feather-like kiss at your inner knee. 

“I’ve thought about having you like this for so long,” Yeonjun breathes out, his hand reaching down to play with your pussy teasingly; he ignores the way you keen softly at his touch, still sensitive from your previous orgasm as he begins to put on a show for Taehyun— the said man only sits back on his heels, hands on your knees as he watches your face with a dark expression. 

Yeonjun’s fingers are long and cool against your walls; the stretch is enough to make you moan out weakly, falling limp against Yeonjun as you let him set up a gentle pace. You shiver with every motion he does, flinching when he curls his fingers to press against your sweet spot cruelly, focusing on it as he immediately notices your reaction. 

His lips that were once soothing against your neck have now become harsh, leaving bites and marks that bloom on your skin prettily— the sight of you marked up and leaking desperately for him is enough to have him trying to not fuck you senselessly right that second— instead, you can feel him beginning to thrust against you, his cock fully hard as he nuzzles his head into your neck.

“Please,” you beg, breathy and useless as Taehyun stands up to tower over you; his cock is straining against his sweats as he places careful hands on your waist, his chest heaving as he leans in to kiss you— you’re pulling him in desperately, hopelessly lost in the feeling of his plush lips and sharp teeth that dig into your flesh as Yeonjun begins to pick up the pace. 

You’re a mess at this point, unable to keep up with Taehyun as your mouth is left open, moans swallowed up by Taehyun as you let him kiss you senselessly, feeling Yeonjun still nibbling at your neck as you try to ignore the fact that you’re practically drooling at the way he’s fingering you, his palm rubbing against your clit as he brings you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

Nothing is piecing itself together in your mind at this point— Taehyun is panting against your mouth, and you realized that it’s because you’ve managed to slip a hand through his sweats, guided by him as you finally got a hold of his cock. You don’t remember doing such a thing, but your mind is nothing but a haze as you take in the way he’s continuously dripping precum from his head, your hand sticky as you feel him straining against the fabric of his boxers. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you manage to whine out, unsure of who you may be talking to as your mouth is swallowed up by Taehyun’s kiss again— your free hand reaches down to grip Yeonjun’s forearm, your hips stuttering against his movements as you feel your brain going fuzzy. You know it’s more than the alcohol at this point as you feel Taehyun pulling away from you, watching as you fall apart on Yeonjun’s fingers and cum for the second time tonight. 

Your hand has gone limp against Taehyun’s cock; it isn’t until you’re regaining your breath that you’re pulling your hand out from the confines of his sweats, staring at the sticky mess on your fingers before you lock eyes with Taehyun— he thinks he could come untouched as he watches the way your tongue begins to clean up the mess, circling the muscle around your delicate fingers until there’s nothing left. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking dirty,” Yeonjun sighs out, hips still rutting against you as his fingers have yet to leave your cunt; you might just start crying when you feel him beginning to stretch you out, scissoring you slowly as he grins at the wet sounds your pussy is making for him. 

“Need you to fuck me,” you find yourself whining, your back arching at the way Yeonjun continues to toy with you, the feeling agonizing as he begins to tease the tips of his fingers at your entrance, “want both of you.” 

“Both of us?” Taehyun laughs, finally speaking to you after being a bystander for so long, “Baby, I don’t think you could handle that.” 

“No, I can, I really can,” you cry out, tugging his sweater softly and pawing his chest as you begin to beg weakly, “wanna feel you both, I can take it.” 

Yeonjun and Taehyun are exchanging silent looks— they’re communicating, it seems, unsure of what to do as you continue to ramble on weakly, unable to get your eyes off of Taehyun’s cock that clearly strains against his sweats. It takes a second before they’re finally coming to a conclusion, your body erupting in shivers as they turn their attention back on you. 

“Can you really take it sweet thing?” Yeonjun is mumbling against your skin, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder as Taehyun goes to sit down beside you; you’re nodding, hazy and clumsy as you run your hands down Taehyun’s chest, sneaking under the hem before you’re tugging his shirt up and exposing his perfect muscles. 

It’s no secret Taehyun loved to work out— but seeing him here, tan skin and rippling muscles ready to be marked by your lips, made you so incredibly needy, enjoying the way he shivers as you run a curious hand over his abdomen and biceps. 

“Curious?” Taehyun asks, shifting so that he’s sitting back against the couch; he looks so attractive as he looks up at you, hair splayed out on the end armrest of the couch while his legs remain spread out like a tempting seat— you can’t help the way your face feels hot as he pulls you towards him, his strength easily allowing him to manhandle you into position as you’re straddling his lap, right above his cock as your sweater falls back over your chest messily. 

“So damn pretty,” Taehyun mutters, breathless as he stares up at your fucked out form; you could say the same thing about him, but you’d rather express it in your actions as you attempt to grind down against him, only for it to be stopped by his firm grip on your hips. 

“Don’t you wanna feel the real thing, pretty?” Taehyun grins, shifting around so he’s able to take off the rest of his clothes, left bare under you as watches you nod needily, feeling a whine escape you as you finally get to see his cock; for a second, you understand why Taehyun had been so doubtful of your ability, eyeing the sheer size and girth of him as you inevitably feel yourself clenching around nothing. His tip is leaking from the sight of you, red and throbbing as his mind begs nothing more than to be inside you and fuck you senseless. 

Instead, he waits for you to make a move, biting his lip as he watches the way your hand looks small as you wrap it around his shaft; he hisses as you slowly align him with your entrance, rubbing him against your slit as you whimper at the way your cum runs down his cock. 

“Jesus, you’re so…” Taehyun is unable to finish his thought as you’re sinking down on him, the hiss you two share at the feeling lethal as he feels the way your walls flutter around his cock uncontrollably. 

Tight. Warm. Wet. Taehyun’s mind is racing as he lets out a loud groan the moment you’re touching the base of his cock, eyes shutting as he tries to focus on not coming inside you immediately. You’re doing no better than him, whining uncontrollably as you grind on him softly, unable to help yourself as you take in the way he stretches you out so well. 

“Shit, I don’t think I’ll last if you keep squeezing me like this pretty girl,” Taehyun breathes out, a sweat forming on his forehead as his hair begins to stick to his skin. All you can do is whine in return, slowly picking up your hips before you’re slamming back down on him— you can’t help but be loud at the feeling, Taehyun sharing the same feelings as you as he lets out a choked moan; your pace is brutally slow as you begin adjusting to his size, the wet sounds of skin on skin and your pathetic sounds driving Taehyun mad as he does his best to thrust up into you in return.

“Cute little pussy is so loud,” Yeonjun says, emerging behind you as he wraps his arms around you, your legs tiring out as you’ve slowed down to nothing but a pathetic grind. His hands find their way under your sweater again before he’s pulling it off you, your pretty tits finally revealed to them as Yeonjun doesn’t waste a second to palm at them. 

“Want you,” you mutter, breathless as you lean back against Yeonjun’s chest, “want you right now.” 

“Oh baby, I don’t think you could handle that,” Yeonjun coos in your ear, pitying the way your eyes shine with needy tears as you shake your head in refusal, “you can barely handle Taehyun as it is.”

“N…no,  I can—!” Taehyun is teasing as he thrusts up into you, jolting your body as you cry out pitifully. You can’t seem to back down though, dead set on feeling both your roommates inside you at once as you reach behind to grab Yeonjun’s bulge, “please? Please please please, I can take it, I promise I can…” 

You know Yeonjun is only teasing you as he takes a moment to think, enjoying the way your clumsy hand attempts to palm him, much too distracted by the way Taehyun has begun to roll his hips up into you. Gently, he takes a hold of your face, turning you to look at him as he captures you in a slow kiss; you feel as though you’re being devoured when you can feel Yeonjun shifting behind you, finally pulling away before he’s smiling at you sweetly. 

You’re forced to face forward again as Yeonjun places firm hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward until you’re chest to chest with Taehyun; the new position has you whimpering softly, burying your face in Taehyun’s neck as you feel him rocking his hips up into you subtly. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” Yeonjun trails off, enjoying the way you flinch as he prods his tip at your already stuffed entrance, a long moan drawn out of you as he begins to push in.

The stretch is enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, clawing at Taehyun’s shoulders as he grunts at the feeling— both of your scratches and Yeonjun situating himself beside Taehyun. You’re incredibly tight as Yeonjun pushes forward, going inch by inch as he watches you intently for any signs of discomfort. He’s almost bottomed out when you squeeze the two of them, your grip like a vice as the two men let out loud moans, filling your ears like music and causing you to clench again. 

The pleasure is enough to make you dizzy as you slowly push yourself up on your hands, hovering over Taehyun who simply looks at you with hungry eyes. You can feel yourself going in for another kiss, only to crash down against Taehyun’s chest as Yeonjun thrusts the rest of himself in, his hips meeting yours as you yelp against Taehyun’s collarbones. 

Your whines and whimpers don’t seem to cease for a second as the two men begin to grind into you, shakily trying to push yourself up again before you find your strength failing you; it’s Taehyun who pushes you up gently, cupping your face with such tenderness that you can’t help the way you grow teary-eyed, overwhelmed with pleasure yet still wanting more as you allow Taehyun to direct you into a sweet kiss. 

It doesn’t take long before you grow lax against him, feeling Yeonjun slowly pull out before he’s beginning to thrust shallowly into you. Taehyun remains still all the while, his breathy moans and quiet groans of pleasure barely reaching your ears as you rock against his body, your clit being stimulated as you cry at the pleasure. 

“Look at you, barely able to handle it,” Yeonjun moans breathily, sneaking a hand between your and Taehyun’s bodies as he’s pressing against your stomach, able to feel the bulge that’s formed as both he and Taehyun groan, “are we too big for you baby?”

In a daze, you nod. You feel so full. So, so so full and stretched out as Yeonjun’s other hand goes on your hip, guiding you back into him as praises and filth exit his mouth in a continuous stream. You can’t help the way your pussy flutters with every word, his moans only riling you up more as you wish you could feel him more against you; your wish comes true as he hovers over you, his chest against your back as he slowly grinds into you, placing feather-like kisses along your shoulder blades as he drinks up your sounds of pleasure. 

Beneath you, Taehyun slowly begins to pull out; your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, your grip on him tightening for a second as he slowly thrusts back into you. The two men slowly begin to find their pace as you grow accustomed to them, your body relaxed and pliant as they fuck you dumb. 

“So perfect, so good,” Yeonjun pants behind you, shutting his eyes tight at the way it feels to be inside you, to be able to feel Taehyun’s cock rubbing against his as well, “god, such a good girl, looks like you really can take it.”

His praise is unrelenting as he watches the way your body rocks from the way they fuck you; there’s a white ring that’s beginning to form on his cock as his eyes fall down to your stretched hole, brows furrowing at the sight of you leaking uncontrollably, the liquid running all over Taehyun’s cock and onto the couch. The sight alone is enough to have him fucking into you rougher, taking both you and Taehyun by surprise as you weakly fall apart under him.

Taehyun isn’t able to kiss you anymore— there’s not a single thought in your mind as your mouth falls open, face screwing up in pleasure as you tuck your head into the crook of Taehyun’s neck, finding solace in the space as you absentmindedly begin to suck and bite marks onto his skin. The thought of seeing the aftermath of everything you did to him later has Taehyun thrusting up into you with more desperation, eager to hear you fall apart on them as you begin to babble about how good it all feels. 

“Yeah? Feels good? I know pretty, I know,” Taehyun coos, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing you flat against him as he kisses your shoulder. You’re practically being pushed around as Taehyun begins to shift under you, their movements ceasing as he begins to adjust his position, your tiny whines about not wanting them to stop being shushed by Taehyun as he tugs on your hair softly. 

“Be quiet baby, before you regret it,” Taehyun whispers in your ear, his heels digging into the sofa as you ignore him and continue to complain; as a result, he begins to thrust into you harshly, able to jackhammer into you as Yeonjun begins to do the same— it’s hard to go as fast as he wants to when you’re stuffed full, but Taehyun knows it’s enough by the way you grab onto him desperately, your mouth falling open as unabashed moans begin to fall from you. 

“Shit, our pretty girl,” Yeonjun groans, feeling himself twitch inside you as you blindly reach back to him, searching for his hand as he finally takes it; his fingers interlock with yours, pulling you back into him and Taehyun as he laughs at your pitiful state, “All ours. Won’t be able to get fucked again unless it’s by us.”

“We ruined you for anyone else,” Taehyun continues, reaching for your face as he’s forcing you to look at him; you’re unstable, a hand planted on his chest and the other holding onto his shoulder as you’re rocked back and forth by them, your face a mess as drool escapes the corner of your lips— you’ve been fucked absolutely stupid as you clench at their words, feeling your high approaching again as you feel hot tears escaping your eyes. 

“Holy shit Yeonjun, wish you could see this right now,” Taehyun laughs, slowing his pace down as he turns your face to look at Yeonjun; the said man only grins at you, cooing mockingly as he chases a stray tear away— he can’t help but be endeared at the way they pool at your eyes, running quickly down your cheeks and clinging onto your chin before they’re falling on your tits and Taehyun’s chest; you’re a complete mess as you choke back on a sob, head hanging at the way they keep fucking you throughout it. 

“We fucked her stupid,” Taehyun breathes out, bouncing you on him as he thrusts up harshly, listening to the way your cries pick up as you approach your orgasm. 

“Completely ruined,” Yeonjun breathes out, never thinking that he’d be able to see you like this. Laughing, he picks up his pace again, able to feel the way his cock begs for release as you clench down mercilessly against the two of them— you’re so close and they can feel it, your cunt a vice as you practically push them out with every clench of your walls. 

“You won’t fuck anyone else but us,” Yeonjun growls out, his hands turning possessive as his fingers dig into your hips, “ruined for everyone else but us. Isn’t that right, pretty?”

Clumsily, you nod, the action barely visible from how much your body is already rocking from his thrusts. But Yeonjun is still able to see it, feeling the way Taehyun picks up his pace as well as he chokes back a loud groan. 

“Say it. Say you’re ruined for us, that you’re all ours now.” 

“I— I’m—“ you’re barely able to get out a coherent word with how well you’re being fucked, your voice quivering pathetically as Taehyun cranes his neck to be able to suck on your pretty skin, biting onto your neck harshly and leaving bruises he’ll definitely be admiring later.

“Come on, we know you can do it pretty,” Taehyun encourages, his brows furrowed as he can feel his cock begin to twitch inside you, the feeling of Yeonjun’s tip brushing against his own making him sensitive as it becomes harder to keep his pace. 

“I’m yours!” You cry out, babbling uselessly as you feel like you’ll snap at any moment, “I’m yours, only yours— don’t want anyone else’s cock, you both fuck me so good, I’m only yours— all ruined—“ 

Your rambles are enough to set Yeonjun off, feeling him thrust into you harshly before he’s bottoming out, his chest pressed flush against your back as he rests his forehead between your shoulder blades; his moans are breathy and ticklish against your skin as you feel him filling you with his cum, an endless stream as his cock continues to spurt inside you ruthlessly. 

The action is enough to set you and Taehyun off like a chain reaction, feeling the band in your stomach snap before you’re practically seeing white, falling limp on top of Taehyun who quickly comes after you— he’s moaning loudly against the crown of your head as he bottoms out as well, still feeling Yeonjun coming inside you as he becomes next; you’re practically stuffed as their cum begins to leak out of you, your hole fluttering pathetically around them as they groan weakly at the action. 

“Shit…” you’re unsure of who it is that breathes that out, on the verge of blacking out as you try to regain your breath. You still feel as though none of it has settled in your mind yet, the tipsy feeling of the alcohol in your bloodstream rendering you entirely useless after being fucked into oblivion. 

You trust Yeonjun and Taehyun to be the ones to come back to their senses and clean up, but you’re unsure if that should be the case as you’re beginning to feel Taehyun’s breath even out under you— a weak smack on his chest is enough to startle him awake, barely conscious yourself as you try to pretend that Taehyun’s strong arms that wrap around your middle and Yeonjun’s kisses that span along your back isn’t enough to lull you to sleep. 

It definitely is. You have yet to feel either of them pull out of you yet, but all you can do is hope and pray that you won’t be having another spilled drink incident when you wake up again. 

As you said, nothing good came from nights like these. 

(At least, tomorrow will be the judge of that.)

[thursdaydaughter]

stereo ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ kang taehyun

kang taehyun x fem!reader , tags; just friends? ;) , nsfw , friend group road trips , u sit in tyun's lap (i will never let this trope go)

warnings: smut (minors dni.) , accidental boners , dry humping/frottage , semi-public sex?? no penetration though

wc: 1.2k+

it’s getting late as soobin’s “chill” playlist plays through the stereo, the hum of the car filling the tight space with relaxing white noise. the sun has already set, a dusty blue settling over the highway. everything seems peaceful—kai sits in the window seat, his headphones plugged into his switch, playing video games in silence. beomgyu is already asleep in the middle seat, head tilted back against the headrest behind him as he hugs the backpack that sits in his lap like it’s a teddy bear. yeonjun had called dibs on riding passenger yesterday, so there he sits, watching some random movie on his phone while soobin sings along quietly to the song flowing through the car’s speakers.

everything seems peaceful… and it would’ve been if it weren’t for the fact that you had lost rock, paper, scissors before you all embarked on your trip. and now here you sat in taehyun’s lap, holding onto the door handle to ground yourself as his hands are strictly placed at his sides with his earbuds plugged in his ears, eyes shut. you aren’t sure if he’s asleep or not, but you don’t want to wake him if he is.

you shift slightly to move your foot from under beomgyu’s (you have no idea how you even got into this position), scooting back a bit as you almost slip off of taehyun’s lap as soobin aggressively switches lanes, mumbling a “fuckers don’t know how to drive”. your legs are starting to cramp from sitting so stiffly. you don’t want to move too much and make taehyun uncomfortable, but you’ve been in this position for an hour and you are starting to get a little sleepy as well.

“soob?” you call quietly to not disturb the others in the car, receiving a hum in acknowledgment. “how much longer until we reach the rest stop?”

you see soobin check the gps that sits on the dashboard for a second. “like 45 more minutes? do you have to use the bathroom?” 

you shake your head in response before remembering that he can’t see you with his eyes on the road. “no, i was just curious.”

sighing quietly, you shift again, feeling your eyes already starting to droop. you can’t fall asleep while sitting up and you pout a bit, realizing that you have no other choice. you tap taehyun’s arm a few times to check if he’s asleep and thankfully they blink open after the fourth tap, reaching up to remove one of his earbuds.

“what’s up?” he asks, voice a bit drowsy. you feel a little bad, realizing that he was probably half-asleep, so you shoot him an apologetic smile.

“i was wondering if i could lay back so i can nap?” you sound a little timid, but relief fills your chest as he simply nods, opening his arms slightly so you can lay back against his body. you flash him a little sleepy smile as you mutter out a thanks before letting your eyes flutter shut. finally.

you feel taehyun’s arms circle around your torso to hold you steady and let your body relax, your muscles beginning to untense from your previously uncomfortable position. letting your head rest back against his shoulder, you scoot up a bit to get cozy. you can feel his fingers pressing into your skin from over your thin sweater, trying not to think too much about your current position. taehyun is your friend. he probably isn’t thinking anything of it, so you shouldn’t either.

but how can you not when he exhales lowly into your ear as you shift a bit, his fingers lightly drumming on your stomach mindlessly? how you feel him adjust his hips in a way that presses against your ass just right? 

your body flashes with a wave of heat, your face growing warm as you pretend to drift off to sleep. you try to tell yourself that he probably doesn’t realize how his dick rubs against your core with every bump in the road—that he doesn’t realize how you feel your panties growing wetter and wetter with every pothole, every turn. 

and then you feel it. something poking against your heat through your shorts. he doesn’t say anything, so you don’t either, biting your lip to keep in any noises as he adjusts his hips again. his arms are tight around your waist, your hand coming to hold onto his arm in acknowledgment. no words are spoken, but you hear him sigh lowly as you test the waters, just barely rocking your hips against his crotch. pleasure fills your body at the movement, feeling yourself start to drip through your shorts—you’re glad you chose to wear an all-black outfit. 

taehyun’s hips slightly buck up against your core, the fabric of your panties brushing against your clit, and you let out a quiet, restrained noise—soobin’s music is just loud enough to cover up the sound. your entire body is warm as taehyun gently moves you back and forth over his erection by his hold on you, his heavy breathing filling your ears. he presses you down harder and you bite your lip to stop any noises, grinding down on his lap to chase that feeling building up in your stomach.

“taehyun, have you seen this—” taehyun’s grip abruptly halts your movement as yeonjun’s voice suddenly fills the space, your body going limp as you feign slumber. “oh, he’s asleep.”

you feel your heart drop in your stomach, your mind growing dizzy at the thought of almost being caught.

“soobin, look how cute they are,” yeonjun speaks and a beat passes before you hear soobin’s laugh and a little ‘cute’. you try to naturally steady your breathing to not give away the fact that taehyun is faintly grinding up into your ass, even with your friend’s eyes on them. your mind is reeling at just how dirty this entire situation is.

a minute passes before taehyun is holding you down against him once again, harder this time. the pants in your ear pick up, a low, stifled moan leaving his lips. it’s all too much, your cunt gushing as he thrusts up into your clothed heat, hitting you perfectly every time.

“i’m gonna cum,” he mumbles lowly in your ear, and the words themself have your pussy clenching, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you as your body tenses up. you shake in his arms as you hear him grunt quietly before feeling a warmth spread underneath you. your body buzzes with ecstasy as you sink back against him, the back of your neck covered in a thin layer of sweat from your ministrations. 

taehyun’s chest rises and falls deeply against your back, his hands brushing over your thighs softly before returning to your torso to pull you closer. your eyes open briefly, turning your head a bit to see his flushed state—his bangs stick to his forehead and his lips are parted as he breathes heavily. his eyelids are still shut, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks.

“thank you,” he whispers quietly before his eyes open, finding yours easily in the dark of the car. you give him a small smile, your fingers brushing over his forearm before your eyes shut in exhaustion. you have no idea what any of this means, but you’d talk about it once you were alone. feeling his body relax into the seat of the car, you let yourself drift off to the quiet music flowing out of the stereo.

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