yeonjun • f.reader // smut 18+, dubcon, sex worker!yeonjun, virgin!reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral both m and f receiving, dare sex or pressured sex, emotional!reader, little angsty at the end, strictly fiction

— Reader gets dared to lose her virginity, and her oh so courteous friends find just the perfect person to help. (6.7k)

You sit stiffly on your bed, a dark silky fabric wrapped around your head, depriving you of your vision entirely. The room is painfully silent, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as the sound of your shaky breaths and thundering heartbeat resound in your ears. The temperature seems to be rising as your nervousness grows, your jacket constricting your movements and becoming rather uncomfortable. You decide to remove the top article of clothing to ease some of the escalating anxiety, but, as expected, it doesn’t do much. You’re still high strung, extremely anxious of the fact that this is really happening, right here, right now.

When you had accepted this dare, you firmly believed it to be long forgotten by now. Your friends are often quite forgetful, and surely, you thought, they wouldn’t remember some rash challenge made at some random girls' night out. It had been an entire three months, after all! But you were wrong; your friends gleefully shoving you into a hotel room they had paid for on this special day, having you wait blindfolded for your ultimate birthday gift they so generously are providing.

Which is having someone to take your virginity.

Ridiculous? Quite.

But your social life has dwindled to the frequent exchange of text messages and occasional third wheeling. Your studies occupy most of your time. Love, sex, and relationships are things you’ve never really thought about. And for someone of your age, it’s rare to be completely lacking in that area. It just hasn’t been of importance to you, you’ve convinced yourself. But your friends had insisted you step away from the books, let loose a little, and most of all, get laid.

So here you are, waiting for an unknown man to arrive so the two of you can indulge yourselves in a sinful act. The rules of the dare are simple; have sex with the person they send in. An audacious, irresponsible dare indeed, but you trust that your friends will not send you someone disagreeable or unpleasant. And you suppose if the person isn’t to your liking, or you happen to get cold feet, you can simply refuse and back out of the dare. Your friends will most likely harp on you, of course, but what do you care? They’ll get over it eventually.

You sit on the bed in deafening silence, clenching and releasing your fists sequentially, feeling the numbness in your fingertips dull until you can feel again. Several minutes have passed, minutes that feel like an eternity, time seeming slower as you anticipate and abhor the person you’ll soon be engaging with. It’s actually causing you to become somewhat lightheaded. More time passes, and you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly jump off the bed when the rapping of knuckles on the door intersperses them.

Oh shit.

He’s here.

Swallowing thickly, you wipe your clammy hands onto your skirt, breathing picking up drastically in pace, the sound of the door unlocking and squeaking open like a bomb going off in the silent room. Steps, coming closer and closer, echo loudly in your ears as they approach. Your heart is beating wildly, all this time sitting in mental preparation having done absolutely nothing. You’re nervous to the core, a complete wreck, and you haven’t even seen the guy...

Your breath catches in your throat when the stranger’s fingers touch the edges of your blindfold, and the anticipation of who it is, of what they look like, of what’s about to happen... The black silk is slowly pulled away, and the first thing you’re greeted with are striking brown irises, staring at you with a lecherous gleam. There’s traces of surprise hidden behind thinly veiled amusement. Silently, your eyes devour the man; his smooth pale skin is shimmering from the faint bathroom lights shining in the main bedroom, and his hair is a dark, sandy blond, tousled in a somewhat messy-like manner, looking oh so soft and fluffy. The sexiness oozing from his stance gives him an air of promiscuity.

He’s purely lustrous.

The man smirks, and if that isn't the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is.

“Hi there,” a voice dripping with sensuality speaks. It’s tempting even, as undertones of confidence hang from the end of his words. “You must be Y/N.”

“Um, I‑I, uh...” you stutter hard, mind completely blanking, and throat constricting, unable to get any real words out. So, you stick to nodding in affirmation. Good start, Y/N, you think, mentally hitting yourself; this night is going to go great. If anyone is going to be running away, it’s going to be this man getting far the fuck away from your awkward ass. The boy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and you think it’s one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever been given. Too bad it’s probably just him finding your behavior ridiculous.

The man strolls away coolly, shoulders lightly dipping with each stride, his every step is attractive. You watch him in a trance‑like state, unaware of your curious, following eyes which linger on the stranger. He walks to the bathroom, shutting off the light and making the room black, returning to turn on the lamp atop the nightstand. And all of the sudden, he takes a knowing look over his shoulder, and you are quick to avert your line of sight. You are well aware you weren’t gifted with a sense of stealth, but you didn’t expect to be caught so openly gawking. The last thing you want is to be viewed as creepy.

The room is still sort of dark, the only source of light now glowing from the dim illumination of the lamp beside the bed.

The stranger removes his jacket with his back to you, and you can’t stop the sharp inhale when you see the muscle that accompany his back and arms; even the rest of his toned torso outlined through the seemingly thin fabric of his black tank top. Your mouth suddenly runs dry as if you’d just downed a glass of cotton balls, thoroughly parched and in need of water.

It then dawns on you that this gorgeous being does have a name, and your dumbass hasn’t even asked for that rather critical piece of information yet! Gathering the scattered pieces of your courage, you clear your throat before asking, “W‑What’s your name?”

The man turns and genuinely simpers this time and it’s just as dazzling as the smirk, if not better. “Yeonjun,” he answers and you being shy just nod your head, “Your friends have told me that you wanted to have some fun tonight. ‘Experiment on some new things.’ But you don’t strike me as the... type.”

You blush at that comment, embarrassed, turning your head to hide your reddening cheeks in shame. Is it obvious how… inexperienced (for lack of better words) you are? Who are you kidding, of course it is. You couldn’t even respond normally to your name. “They... kind of dared me to do this, insisting I need to branch out and get laid and I guess didn’t want to pass up on… that.”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he nods in understanding. “So... are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-Yes?” your attempts to sound sincere fail miserably, your answer sounding more like a question itself. “Yes,” you try again, “I am ready. So ready. Always ready. A-Are you?”

“Of course I am,” he answers smoothly, “With a girl as hot as you? I couldn’t be more excited.” As shallow as that may have sounded, the familiar heat rises in your cheeks again. Being called “hot” is a first. Most people find you more synonymous with ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’, but terms such as ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ have never been uttered when your name is mentioned. You’re far too lame to be called that. Maybe he’s joking. Is this all a joke? Are you just too naive to realize?

“Are you really sure?” you question again, biting your lip with uncertainty. “Like 100% certain? I know my friends; they can be pushy. Real pushy. So, we don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to—“

“Sweetheart, you do an awful lot of talking for someone who assures they’re so ready.” Yeonjun rolls up his shirt pulling it over his head with ease before tossing it on an armchair and your palms become sweaty. The sight of Yeonjun’s bare chest is quite intimidating. It’s like God himself decided to personally sculpt and tone this man to absolute perfection. “I’m actually starting to be convinced otherwise.” You look up and witness a tantalizing smile playing on the man’s plush lips.

You really need to learn when to just shut up.

He then leans in closer, your eyes immediately widening when his face becomes only inches away from yours, his eyes staring straight back, into your soul. “Now, be perfectly honest with me,” his tone is softer now, gentle even, “do you want to do this?”

Do you want to do this?

For years you’ve felt pressured to lose your virginity; all of your friends have had sex and you’re still some dumb virgin who’s “too prude” and “frigid” to be any fun. Losing your virginity is like a rite of passage; a vital step in everyone's coming-of-age experience: like kissing a stranger in a dark club, getting drunk at a party for the first time, or simply dating someone. You don’t want to be that girl anymore, the boring, loser friend who’s never taken even a step into the romantic side of life. Your friends have given you this rare opportunity, and you should be grateful and take it regardless of any possible consequences.

“Yes,” you nod, movement steady and voice confident this time, “I want to do this.”

“Are you positive? Don’t feel like you have to—“

“Who’s the one doing all the talking now?” you challenge, and a teasing smile is quick to appear on Yeonjun's lips once again as he leans back.

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

Your eyes look up at Yeonjun through curled eyelashes in anticipation. He brings his knees to the carpet in front of you, and then you nervously wipe your hands on your skirt again. Your mind begins to spin with different scenarios of what’s about to occur, eyes never leaving his face, but what you don’t expect is for Yeonjun to brush his fingertips, smooth and delicate, across the higher part of your cheek, a palm resting lower.

“Close your eyes.” Without questioning, without uttering a sound, you follow Yeonjun’s instructions aided by a strange sense of adventure. He leans in close, next to your ear, “I’m going to kiss you,” his voice is low and warm, inducing a tingle down your spine.

“Okay.” You sigh, and soft lips brush fluently against yours. They’re as lush as pillows, rubbing and moving in fluid motions that rapidly ripple throbs of arousal to your core. It’s suffocating as Yeonjun slips his tongue inside your mouth, pushing your lips apart with little effort. Your body involuntarily tilts back, but a hand sneaks around your nape and lithe fingers enfold around the narrow bridge. Your breath hitches before you relax into those fingers that massage your neck. You wonder just how Yeonjun knows this spot which kindles a flickering flame within.

The male draws back with a light smack of your lips, licking up the drool that hangs between. You pant as your eyelids open and lapse into a heated gaze.

“Now kiss me.” Yeonjun stares into your eyes, and you’re instantly drawn in by those brown orbs. Absentmindedly you lean forward as if there’s some sort of magnetic pull on your movements, and reconnect your lips with his, moaning into his mouth and gliding a hand into that messy mop of hair making it more chaotic. Your lips caress and nibble until they become unbearably swollen, and you’re both pining for air. “I see you’re warming up to me,” Yeonjun comments with a grin, standing from the ground and taking a seat in the chair where his shirt has previously been thrown.

“W-What do we do now?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers and gently gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Hm... I still need to know that you want this.” Yeonjun claims, and he leisurely reclines, maneuvering to a more comfortable position.

“What? But I already said— I do want this!” your eyes are bold, unwavering.

Yeonjun shrugs. “Then, show me.”

Oh.

You remain completely still, not entirely sure what to do. Literally no idea. Your mind isn’t functioning the way it should, and you’re completely lost. But the way Yeonjun focuses his gaze on you stirs something hidden deep within that makes you daring. You crave to be touched, to be held. And the person you long to feel against your skin is sitting a mere foot away, smirking as if he knows how irresistible he is.

And well... he is; irrevocably irresistible.

You reach for the hem of your shirt, and gradually raise the bottom over the top and off your body. Then, with a shaky hand, you reach for the clasps of your bra. Your clothing floats to the floor and small insecurities begin to prod at your mind. What if he’s not satisfied? What if he hates the way you look?

Yet, when Yeonjun’s eyes greedily scour your body, a boosted feeling of confidence pulsates in your chest. He doesn’t seem repulsed or anything of that nature. Quite the opposite, actually; he looks incredibly aroused, which turns you on even more.

“That all?” Yeonjun’s voice snaps you from your reverie.

You shake your head and stand to your feet. You strip yourself of your skirt and panties, now in your full naked glory. Those chocolate orbs roam over your body shamelessly, burning holes into your skin, heating you with desire and lust. A deep part of yourself is already growing to love this.

“I’m almost convinced,” Yeonjun states, remaining relaxed in his seat.

“What else should I do?”

There’s a playful gleam that crosses Yeonjun's eyes, “Do you trust me?”

With a question like that, you think maybe you shouldn’t trust Yeonjun. He is a stranger, afterall. Some random guy you just met minutes ago. But regardless of all that, you do trust him. There’s something inviting about this man sitting in front of you. And well, you’re already completely naked in front of him so you may as well continue, “Yes.”

“Then,” Yeonjun shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers, “close your eyes, and do as I say.” 

“Okay.” You close your eyes and train your ears for Yeonjun’s voice. 

“Let’s start with something simple, lie down on the bed.” 

Simple. Nothing about this is simple. The bed shallowly sinks as your body wanders over the satin sheets, which rub against your heated skin in the most eloquent way. You lie your back on the king sized bed, your limbs splayed out kind of dumbly. You begin to feel extremely exposed, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling… just unusual. Although it makes you nervous, you revel in knowing that Yeonjun is watching, observing your every move.

“Now,” You lightly jump at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice suddenly much closer than you anticipated, flinching when the scorching tips of his fingers graze over your nipples. He’s touching you. And having no idea where he’ll touch next just escalates your arousal, “people say that touch is very intimate and the fingers are sensitive, do you agree?” Yeonjun’s voice is softer now.

“...yes.” 

“Then, touch yourself.” Yeonjun demands. 

You hesitate. This is actually quite a big step to take, but you can’t let your fear ruin this. For you or Yeonjun. Thinking long and hard about how you want to go about this, you start with your fingers slowly crawling up your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching and playing with your nipples. Soon you get wrapped up in how just doing this already makes you feel so good, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel yourself up. 

And then, you feel a finger skim over your inner thigh. You let out a sharp inhale, “What are you-”

“Keep going.” Yeonjun’s voice is closer this time, almost directly above you. You oblige his words, continuing to toy with your body. Every time you fondle your breasts, there are fleeting grazes from the mellow pads of Yeonjun’s fingers lingering on your skin, teasing and galvanizing. They leave a fire in their wake, marking you in areas you’ve never been touched before.

And soon, this attention to your chest isn’t enough, you want more, need more. You lower one of your hands down the length of your body, fingers diving into the sacred valley between your thighs and languidly begin stroking. 

“Just like that, Y/N.” Yeonjun urges, praisingly. 

You shudder from the whisk of breath beside your ear. It’s like Yeonjun is playing a game with you. His soundless footsteps make it impossible for you to know his location within the suite. It’s exciting and maddening all at the same time. While stroking between your wettened folds, rubbing circles around and on your clit, your breath releases in short bursts of air. It feels so good, better than ever before, this whole scenario still so surreal. You so badly want to open your eyes and see where Yeonjun is standing and exactly what he’s doing, but your curiosities are answered soon enough when you feel a palm come atop your own hand.

“I’ll take over from here.” Yeonjun speaks faintly, the bed dipping as he moves in closer. You comply easily, retreating your hand and letting him replace it with his. Yeonjun’s lithe fingers slide up and down your slit, sending your mind in an absolute frenzy. He skillfully toys with your bundle of nerves, and it feels so good, too good, successfully working you up more and more. “Open your eyes.” You do so immediately, and are instantly met with the hooded gaze of Yeonjun’s, settled right in front of you… or rather, your legs. With eyes trained on him, you watch as his head dips down in between your parted thighs, until lips begin pressing light kisses on your burning skin, treading closer and closer to your desire. Oh God. You can’t keep a loud moan from escaping your mouth as his slippery tongue eagerly coasts along your folds. Your hands immediately fly into his hair, and whether it was to pull him away in morbid embarrassment or push him closer in complete and utter carnal desire is unbeknownst to you. Everything is so hot, so feverish, and so fucking good; you feel like you're floating away in ecstasy as Yeonjun moves his mouth around, licking, sucking, nibbling on your pussy in all the right ways.

Pulling away completely, he slides his fingers up, rubbing them over your cunt before diving in once again, moaning purposely for more saliva. The wet squelches of his movements pervade the air as he polishes your pussy in generous amounts of saliva, slicking you up profusely. The entirety of your body quakes from the zealous oral menstruation, and you continue to involuntarily mewl and moan when Yeonjun’s pretty, perfect nose stresses against your clit as he practically tongue fucks you. The silk sheets crumple in your palms as your toes curl from the unyielding influxes of stinging sensations surging through your body. Your hands the move press him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing his head as pleasure begins to consume you. 

“I’m…I-I’m-” you heave, unable to get your words out properly, eyes glossy with ardor. Yeonjun continues vigorously moving his mouth, placing a palm on your navel to hold your squirming body down. He sucks and sips, eating out you with much vigor. He delivers low hums sending vibrations resonating to your gut and that’s all it takes. Within moments, you’re violently trembling, vision going white as your mind blanks out in complete rapture. Yeonjun continues lapping you up with his tongue and thoroughly extending your orgasm. When he pulls up, you watch in pure marvel as his adam’s apple bounces from a thick swallow, his tongue sweeping over those soft sinful lips leaving a moist luster on them. You must be going insane because all you want to do is kiss those lips despite him having just finished eating you out.

As if Yeonjun knows what you're thinking, he moves up to seize your lips. You inhale his tongue, tasting the remnants of your fluids which have a somewhat odd tang, yet, it doesn't bother you at all. You shamelessly whine when he withdraws, and you chase after the male by leaning forward. You briefly peck his lips before relenting back into the mattress. There’s an addiction to kissing Yeonjun that’s quickly brewing, and you don’t care how clearly it shows. He peers down at you, “Now onto something more daring.”

“I have an idea,” you pant, maneuvering to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“Enlighten me,” Yeonjun stares at you intensely, making you feel shy all over again.

“U-Um…you touch yourself,” you dare him to do the same, and Yeonjun conivingly grins. 

“As you wish.” He backs away from the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, and when his body straightens, revealing his cock, you audibly gulp. Yeonjun is downright exquisite and so astonishingly beautiful in his nudity, you are actually beginning to lose your mind. A large palm cloaks his cock, and he begins stroking himself directly in front of your face. Your eyes are trained of the fluency of his fingers. How they flow over the flaps of skin rippling down his shaft. The tip leaks and Yeonjun is quick to wipe it up with his fingers and paint it down his member. Your breath mimics his as you fall into a trance by the motions of his hands. The faint gasps spilling from his lips are alluring, drawing you in deeper until you desire to touch. 

You ache to bring Yeonjun such unimaginable pleasure, just as he did for you.

“I want… to touch you,” you look up at the pretty boy with eyes of yearning. 

“Only touch?” Yeonjun exhales, rubbing himself facilely. He takes a drip of precum on his finger and pushes it to your awaiting lips. You part them, allowing the cum stained digit inside of your mouth. It’s pleasant, savory like honey; thick and sweet on your tongue and God you want more. You eagerly lap, making sure to lick over his finger diligently, leaving nothing behind. Piercing into your feverish gaze, Yeonjun removes his finger and mingles your saliva with his own. Inching forward, he prompts you to take a hold of his cock, and you do just that. The stiffness of his cock is surprising. It’s rigid within your palm, rock solid and pulsing. While maintaining eye contact, you begin stroking at an even pace flitting your thumb over the head for a little tease. He bites his lip, lightly spasming from the leveled strokes.

Oh how you enjoy seeing Yeonjun like this, succumbing to your touch. It’s undeniably pleasing, and you only want to take things further. Dampening your lips, you give the tip an experimental lick. He shivers, and you smirk. You proceed to go deeper, attempting to take more into your mouth, but you’ve never done this before and Yeonjun here is well endowed. You gradually begin bobbing your head while using a palm to stroke the flesh your mouth couldn’t quite reach. He persuasively cards a hand through your soft hair as a form of praise and it serves to compel you into being dauntless.

Yeonjun’s length is dense and thick, filling your mouth to the brim and suffocating you. The lack of oxygen pools tears in your eyes, and you gasp for slithers of air around his girth. With those almond shaped orbs looking down at you so earnestly, you couldn’t bear to look away nor could you give in. Continuing your tour, you coat his shaft even more to make the blowjob smoother. 

Refusing to swallow spit, you bob faster until Yeonjun’s moans rain down like a shower. One grunt in particular quirks your brow in satisfaction. His furrowed brows and other visual cues signal his impending release. Only now do you close your eyes, trying your absolute best to bring him pure euphoria with your mouth. And soon, Yeonjun scatterly spurts his load into the depths of your throat. 

The tears which you’ve been holding in begin to stream down your cheeks. An involuntarily hard gulp makes you gag on the rich amount of cum that drags down your throat due to its viscosity. Yeonjun’s chest rises and drops sporadically, and you take great pride in knowing it was because of you. Those tears soon find the end of their journey by the sweep of his thumb. He wipes them from your face before traveling his finger lower, “those precious lips… so good.” he says, outlining your mouth in awe. 

“T-Thanks,” you whisper, elated.

“You ready for more?” 

“Please.” You know you sound pleading, but you don’t care anymore. You’ve never coveted someone this immensely before. You want to lose yourself in Yeonjun, to be consumed in everything that pertains to this enchanting man standing centimeters from you. 

“Lay back and spread your legs wide, pretty baby,” You don't waste any time lying back and opening yourself right up, “don’t move.” His palm spreads your folds and you’re anticipating what’s to come. Without giving any notification, two fingers slip inside your cunt and you jerk in surprise. They stretch your contracted tunnel, probing at your velvety insides, thrusting in and out with hurried movements. You mewl loudly, and you’re a little embarrassed by the high volume of your voice. It feels so damn good, and you can’t prevent the lusty wail from escaping. The intensity of the spasms convulsing through your body weakens your arm, and you collapse back onto the mattress. Your body tremors in the most pleasant way. You want more, so much more. 

Yet, in the very next moment, the movement instantly ceases and you can’t help but whimper when he removes his hand. What the hell?

Then, Yeonjun teases his cock between your folds and nestles against the sensitive flesh, “I told you not to move,” there’s a taunting tone to his words. You whine, turning your face into the sheets. You hunger for more of the foreplay, not nearly having enough of his long, dexterous fingers inside, fucking you so so good. But honestly, this is fine, too. Yeonjun glides his cock along your sopping slit, not entering, and you’re one tick away from spiraling into madness from the evident teasing. And then, the warmth of his cock disappears, and you immediately mourn its absence.

You turn your head to find Yeonjun picking up his jeans. The male grabs a condom and small bottle of lube from the pocket, and he tosses the pants on the floor before turning back to you. He tears open the packet, skillfully rolling the condom on and thoroughly lubes himself while moving closer to the bed. The swollen muscle curves to the right ever so slightly and you love the appetizing sight. You could honestly stare at Yeonjun’s hard dick all day and never tire of it. In fact, you want to taste it again, and purposely swallow in search of any remnants of his sweet nectar on your tongue.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Please,” you answer, and position yourself at the center of the bed following the guidance of his hand. Ripping the sheets back, Yeonjun climbs onto the mattress and it dips where his knees meet the spring. You lie on your back with a pillow propped underneath your head, and Yeonjun hovers over your body. The curtain of your thighs is slowly opened, and the handsome male aligns his cock with your pussy. 

He enters steadily, pushing himself inside your tight cunt. A moan falls from his lips at the blissful tautness that welcomes his cock ravenously. Your eyes squeeze shut from the harsh pang. It kind of hurts. No, actually, it hurts quite a lot. It’s much more pressure than you could have imagined. Yeonjun doesn’t move however, waiting patiently for you to calm down and give him a sign to continue. Can he get any more perfect?

Weakly nodding, you eventually signal him to move. Yeonjun gingerly pulls out before pushing inside. He lowers his head, taking your lips with his own to serve as a distraction from the pain below. His hips move rhythmically in smooth uniform motions until your stifled sobs transform into quiet gasps of pleasure. Your eyes gradually open and you’re met with the glistening strands of his hair hanging flaccidly from his forehead. The opaque beams of the lamp bask his body in a dusky shade of marigold, giving his skin a dashing warm glow. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hand reaches around Yeonjun’s nape, and you yank him down smashing your lips back together. You hum into his mouth and he responds the same while picking up pace. His body rolls with the forward snap of his hips, each lunge sending your body jolting upward. Quickly, you plant the flat of your palms behind you on the headboard and grind down into the thrusts, applying very nice pressure. Yeonjun drives in harder, deeper and you don't relent, pushing against the headboard to keep yourself from moving further up the mattress. Holy shit.

He slows his movements before he sucks on your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling. He fervidly shoves his tongue inside, and you respond by lifting your hips from the bed. Yeonjun hurriedly takes hold of those insatiable hips, caressing the skin and guiding your motions to match the flow of his thrusts. 

The two of you continue until blaring sounds of skin slapping span across the room as lustful blown orbs stare at one another in deep yearning and unrelenting desire. You can feel Yeonjun’s girth stretch you tremendously, filling you up profoundly until you feel complete and utter bliss. You don't ever want this to stop, ever, writhing in pleasure under his intense thrusts of passion. Every time he pulls out, you long for him to push back inside, quicker, faster. It’s not enough. You’re not close enough to him, even though there’s already no distance between you. Those magical fingers haven’t touched you enough, even though his hands have explored every facet of your body. You still lust for more. 

Without a word, Yeonjun slips out, “Turn over,” he says with an airy breath. He backs away, and you hastily rotate onto your knees, the side of your face planting onto the pillow. His palms find their place on your waist, and he doesn’t waste any time before sliding inside once more. Your fingers curl around the white satin sheets, firmly gripping at the fabric as he begins pistoning into you from behind.

Yeonjun groans with every rapid thrust, and you gulp in the way of a shallow hiccup. He could feel the tightness of your pussy stretch even further as you suck in his cock greedily, impatiently, silently begging for more. As if he could hear your plea, he begins to thrusts faster, harder. The bed creaks from the relentless pounding and your mind is on the brink of hysteria, teetering on the border of incoherency and lucidity. Small drips of drool soak into the pillowcase and your pupils dilate, reeling in and out of focus. Your eyelids unconsciously close as if you’re suddenly in a lethargic state. 

You shake out your trance when Yeonjun deliberately reduces the speed of his thrusts. Those lean fingers journey up your back, tracing over the soft skin. He gingerly winds his hips while his hands massage the dips and curves of your back. He works those palms in large circular motions feeling the smooth pores beneath his fingertips, trailing tender butterfly kisses down your spine, and you can’t help but shudder at his every touch. 

Suddenly, Yeonjun encloses a hand loosely around strands of your hair and mildly tugs. In a daze, you follow the pull of his motion and rise from the bed, settling onto his lap with a relieved sigh. He rests on the balls of his heels and you seat yourself onto his cock. You feel so full. You take deep breaths to collect yourself, bodies remaining still. With closed eyes, you loll your head back resting it against his shoulders. Within seconds, a moist tongue traces the side of your neck, and a roaming hand travels from your breast to the base of your abdomen. Yeonjun purrs against your skin, and you tremble under the rush of vibrations. He becomes greedier, biting and nipping at your neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of you. 

The release of your breath becomes heavier and heavier. You bask in the warmth emitting from his chest against your back. A low moan rips from his lips as you lift up before sliding down on his cock, riding him. You whirl your waist, grinding your hips lower, feeling the full extent of Yeonjun’s heat. The rise of your hips is slow. You ride his stiff member to oblivion and back, sinking your shoulders and parting your lips to allow a mesmeric moan to escape. You enjoy control, having the power to move fast or slow. 

Yeonjun reaches for your chin and turns your head. Your own palm finds the side of his neck as your lips meet in a sensual kiss which speaks more than any words ever could. Your friends could not have found anyone better for this, even if it was for something so exceedingly stupid. You break the kiss and open your eyes, piercing them into those irises of mocha. Your breaths are identical as you stare into each other’s souls with undeniable passion, connecting on a deeper level. Your intoxication knows no bounds as your conjoined bodies course like ripples in the vast sea. 

When you rotate your hips, Yeonjun assists your movements with his palms. He takes subtle whiffs of your hair and patterns your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head rolls down before resting against Yeonjun’s opposite shoulder. He flicks his tongue over the pristine skin, lapping and sucking marks onto your nape. It’s driving you to the brink of madness. The emotions stirring within are becoming impossible to withstand. Souls set ablaze, burning up in the rhapsody of your breaths and motions. 

Your hands crawl up the mattress and grab the sheets. Yeonjun straightens, rising from his heels and onto his knees following in your lead. You begin pushing back rabidly, serving yourself on his cock. You rock back and forth, and he allows you the leverage to do as you please. You need this.

An unsuspecting thrust from behind makes you lurch. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see the bite of a plush lip and mischievous eyes. Satin fingers dip under your body, connecting with your clit and begin stroking. The subtle pressure applied to the sensitive bundle is quickly making you lose control, those magic fingers of his knowing exactly what to do. His movements hasten, and your breath staggers over your moans. 

It soon becomes too much at one time, and your body shakes uncontrollably. Your eyes snap shut and you release staccatoed gasps, immersing yourself in the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced. Yeonjun lunges quickly chasing his own release, and it isn’t long before he's pouring his white substance inside the condom, basking in the feeling of your pulsating pussy around him. He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes as the intense orgasm tingles throughout his body. 

You feel weak and heavy, and when Yeonjun pulls out, you collapse onto the mattress panting for air. A soft peck lands on your forehead, and a small smile stretches across your face from the tender gesture. Yeonjun searches your eyes before he speaks, “You are wonderful, pretty baby.” 

“You too,” you exhale, admiring his beauty for the nth time tonight. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to share such an intimate moment with. Yeonjun was, is perfect, and you wonder how your friends even found or knew of such a treasure. There’s so much more you want to know of him, about him. A part of you even begins thinking this is the beginning of some picture-perfect relationship. How lucky, right? Never branching out only to fall in love at first sight? You could really stay here forever and wallow in the comfort of his presence. 

That is, until Yeonjun moves from the bed, tossing the condom away and going to his clothes to begin dressing himself. What? You quickly sit up, “W-Where are you going?”

“...Home,” Yeonjun answers, his tone much colder than how it was just minutes ago, almost foreign sounding.

“Wha- Can’t you stay?” you sound desperate, pleading, and you know it’s piteous, but even within these couple of hours, you feel like Yeonjun has woven a part of himself into you, into your heart, and he can’t just leave.

“I never stay, it’s against my policy.” 

Policy? “..What policy?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“If I stay, then that’ll mean this was more than just sex.” He answers strictly as he throws on his garments with his back to you. Oh. Right. Of course none of this meant anything to him. He’s just some worker hired by your friends, getting a job done. Yet, you still had some childish hope.. You’re grateful that Yeonjun can’t see the tears swelling in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away before he turns to look at you. 

“W-Will I ever see you again?” You try not to sound as pathetic as you feel, but you aren't sure whether it’s successful or not. There’s an ache in your chest and your stomach churns just thinking about never being able to see him again.

Yeonjun applies his jacket, “I don’t know…” there’s an emotion in his eyes, which you can’t decipher, “I have to go.” 

With that, you stifle your words. You have no right to ask Yeonjun to stay, you’ve only met less than a few hours ago, and after this newly found discovery, you assume that he must have a busy life. Being the kind of person he is, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a ‘fling’ or a ‘job’ or whatever the fuck this even was. You simply give the male a defeated, dejected nod, and Yeonjun places the extra room key your friends had given him on the end table before turning on his heels to leave. 

You really hate your friends right now…

For this. 

For this bullshit dare. 

For this bullshit night.

But you hate yourself even more for agreeing to do it; and being an oversensitive, naive fool.

When the click of the lock carries to your ears, you could instantly feel the swarm of emotions overtake you, but you refuse to cry. This was a dare, a quick and simple night of sex and nothing more. It was supposed to be a fun adult birthday, to serve as a stress relief; there should have never been attached emotions to someone you don't even know. But, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get a grip, nothing stops the profound wave of loneliness and hurt you feel in this very moment. You gave him a part of you, shared something so intimate, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. You should’ve waited. You shouldn’t have let yourself be pressured. Nothing could prepare you for the emotional consequences of this irrational decision. Surrendering to your lingering affection for Yeonjun, you ball up on the mattress and finally allow your tears to escape. 

However, when as you finally begin to calm yourself and come to terms with reality, there’s a familiar knock on the door of your hotel room.

yeonjun • f.reader // smut 18+, dubcon, sex worker!yeonjun, virgin!reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral both m and f receiving, dare sex or pressured sex, emotional!reader, little angsty at the end, strictly fiction

— Reader gets dared to lose her virginity, and her oh so courteous friends find just the perfect person to help. (6.7k)

You sit stiffly on your bed, a dark silky fabric wrapped around your head, depriving you of your vision entirely. The room is painfully silent, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as the sound of your shaky breaths and thundering heartbeat resound in your ears. The temperature seems to be rising as your nervousness grows, your jacket constricting your movements and becoming rather uncomfortable. You decide to remove the top article of clothing to ease some of the escalating anxiety, but, as expected, it doesn’t do much. You’re still high strung, extremely anxious of the fact that this is really happening, right here, right now.

When you had accepted this dare, you firmly believed it to be long forgotten by now. Your friends are often quite forgetful, and surely, you thought, they wouldn’t remember some rash challenge made at some random girls' night out. It had been an entire three months, after all! But you were wrong; your friends gleefully shoving you into a hotel room they had paid for on this special day, having you wait blindfolded for your ultimate birthday gift they so generously are providing.

Which is having someone to take your virginity.

Ridiculous? Quite.

But your social life has dwindled to the frequent exchange of text messages and occasional third wheeling. Your studies occupy most of your time. Love, sex, and relationships are things you’ve never really thought about. And for someone of your age, it’s rare to be completely lacking in that area. It just hasn’t been of importance to you, you’ve convinced yourself. But your friends had insisted you step away from the books, let loose a little, and most of all, get laid.

So here you are, waiting for an unknown man to arrive so the two of you can indulge yourselves in a sinful act. The rules of the dare are simple; have sex with the person they send in. An audacious, irresponsible dare indeed, but you trust that your friends will not send you someone disagreeable or unpleasant. And you suppose if the person isn’t to your liking, or you happen to get cold feet, you can simply refuse and back out of the dare. Your friends will most likely harp on you, of course, but what do you care? They’ll get over it eventually.

You sit on the bed in deafening silence, clenching and releasing your fists sequentially, feeling the numbness in your fingertips dull until you can feel again. Several minutes have passed, minutes that feel like an eternity, time seeming slower as you anticipate and abhor the person you’ll soon be engaging with. It’s actually causing you to become somewhat lightheaded. More time passes, and you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly jump off the bed when the rapping of knuckles on the door intersperses them.

Oh shit.

He’s here.

Swallowing thickly, you wipe your clammy hands onto your skirt, breathing picking up drastically in pace, the sound of the door unlocking and squeaking open like a bomb going off in the silent room. Steps, coming closer and closer, echo loudly in your ears as they approach. Your heart is beating wildly, all this time sitting in mental preparation having done absolutely nothing. You’re nervous to the core, a complete wreck, and you haven’t even seen the guy...

Your breath catches in your throat when the stranger’s fingers touch the edges of your blindfold, and the anticipation of who it is, of what they look like, of what’s about to happen... The black silk is slowly pulled away, and the first thing you’re greeted with are striking brown irises, staring at you with a lecherous gleam. There’s traces of surprise hidden behind thinly veiled amusement. Silently, your eyes devour the man; his smooth pale skin is shimmering from the faint bathroom lights shining in the main bedroom, and his hair is a dark, sandy blond, tousled in a somewhat messy-like manner, looking oh so soft and fluffy. The sexiness oozing from his stance gives him an air of promiscuity.

He’s purely lustrous.

The man smirks, and if that isn't the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is.

“Hi there,” a voice dripping with sensuality speaks. It’s tempting even, as undertones of confidence hang from the end of his words. “You must be Y/N.”

“Um, I‑I, uh...” you stutter hard, mind completely blanking, and throat constricting, unable to get any real words out. So, you stick to nodding in affirmation. Good start, Y/N, you think, mentally hitting yourself; this night is going to go great. If anyone is going to be running away, it’s going to be this man getting far the fuck away from your awkward ass. The boy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and you think it’s one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever been given. Too bad it’s probably just him finding your behavior ridiculous.

The man strolls away coolly, shoulders lightly dipping with each stride, his every step is attractive. You watch him in a trance‑like state, unaware of your curious, following eyes which linger on the stranger. He walks to the bathroom, shutting off the light and making the room black, returning to turn on the lamp atop the nightstand. And all of the sudden, he takes a knowing look over his shoulder, and you are quick to avert your line of sight. You are well aware you weren’t gifted with a sense of stealth, but you didn’t expect to be caught so openly gawking. The last thing you want is to be viewed as creepy.

The room is still sort of dark, the only source of light now glowing from the dim illumination of the lamp beside the bed.

The stranger removes his jacket with his back to you, and you can’t stop the sharp inhale when you see the muscle that accompany his back and arms; even the rest of his toned torso outlined through the seemingly thin fabric of his black tank top. Your mouth suddenly runs dry as if you’d just downed a glass of cotton balls, thoroughly parched and in need of water.

It then dawns on you that this gorgeous being does have a name, and your dumbass hasn’t even asked for that rather critical piece of information yet! Gathering the scattered pieces of your courage, you clear your throat before asking, “W‑What’s your name?”

The man turns and genuinely simpers this time and it’s just as dazzling as the smirk, if not better. “Yeonjun,” he answers and you being shy just nod your head, “Your friends have told me that you wanted to have some fun tonight. ‘Experiment on some new things.’ But you don’t strike me as the... type.”

You blush at that comment, embarrassed, turning your head to hide your reddening cheeks in shame. Is it obvious how… inexperienced (for lack of better words) you are? Who are you kidding, of course it is. You couldn’t even respond normally to your name. “They... kind of dared me to do this, insisting I need to branch out and get laid and I guess didn’t want to pass up on… that.”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he nods in understanding. “So... are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-Yes?” your attempts to sound sincere fail miserably, your answer sounding more like a question itself. “Yes,” you try again, “I am ready. So ready. Always ready. A-Are you?”

“Of course I am,” he answers smoothly, “With a girl as hot as you? I couldn’t be more excited.” As shallow as that may have sounded, the familiar heat rises in your cheeks again. Being called “hot” is a first. Most people find you more synonymous with ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’, but terms such as ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ have never been uttered when your name is mentioned. You’re far too lame to be called that. Maybe he’s joking. Is this all a joke? Are you just too naive to realize?

“Are you really sure?” you question again, biting your lip with uncertainty. “Like 100% certain? I know my friends; they can be pushy. Real pushy. So, we don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to—“

“Sweetheart, you do an awful lot of talking for someone who assures they’re so ready.” Yeonjun rolls up his shirt pulling it over his head with ease before tossing it on an armchair and your palms become sweaty. The sight of Yeonjun’s bare chest is quite intimidating. It’s like God himself decided to personally sculpt and tone this man to absolute perfection. “I’m actually starting to be convinced otherwise.” You look up and witness a tantalizing smile playing on the man’s plush lips.

You really need to learn when to just shut up.

He then leans in closer, your eyes immediately widening when his face becomes only inches away from yours, his eyes staring straight back, into your soul. “Now, be perfectly honest with me,” his tone is softer now, gentle even, “do you want to do this?”

Do you want to do this?

For years you’ve felt pressured to lose your virginity; all of your friends have had sex and you’re still some dumb virgin who’s “too prude” and “frigid” to be any fun. Losing your virginity is like a rite of passage; a vital step in everyone's coming-of-age experience: like kissing a stranger in a dark club, getting drunk at a party for the first time, or simply dating someone. You don’t want to be that girl anymore, the boring, loser friend who’s never taken even a step into the romantic side of life. Your friends have given you this rare opportunity, and you should be grateful and take it regardless of any possible consequences.

“Yes,” you nod, movement steady and voice confident this time, “I want to do this.”

“Are you positive? Don’t feel like you have to—“

“Who’s the one doing all the talking now?” you challenge, and a teasing smile is quick to appear on Yeonjun's lips once again as he leans back.

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

Your eyes look up at Yeonjun through curled eyelashes in anticipation. He brings his knees to the carpet in front of you, and then you nervously wipe your hands on your skirt again. Your mind begins to spin with different scenarios of what’s about to occur, eyes never leaving his face, but what you don’t expect is for Yeonjun to brush his fingertips, smooth and delicate, across the higher part of your cheek, a palm resting lower.

“Close your eyes.” Without questioning, without uttering a sound, you follow Yeonjun’s instructions aided by a strange sense of adventure. He leans in close, next to your ear, “I’m going to kiss you,” his voice is low and warm, inducing a tingle down your spine.

“Okay.” You sigh, and soft lips brush fluently against yours. They’re as lush as pillows, rubbing and moving in fluid motions that rapidly ripple throbs of arousal to your core. It’s suffocating as Yeonjun slips his tongue inside your mouth, pushing your lips apart with little effort. Your body involuntarily tilts back, but a hand sneaks around your nape and lithe fingers enfold around the narrow bridge. Your breath hitches before you relax into those fingers that massage your neck. You wonder just how Yeonjun knows this spot which kindles a flickering flame within.

The male draws back with a light smack of your lips, licking up the drool that hangs between. You pant as your eyelids open and lapse into a heated gaze.

“Now kiss me.” Yeonjun stares into your eyes, and you’re instantly drawn in by those brown orbs. Absentmindedly you lean forward as if there’s some sort of magnetic pull on your movements, and reconnect your lips with his, moaning into his mouth and gliding a hand into that messy mop of hair making it more chaotic. Your lips caress and nibble until they become unbearably swollen, and you’re both pining for air. “I see you’re warming up to me,” Yeonjun comments with a grin, standing from the ground and taking a seat in the chair where his shirt has previously been thrown.

“W-What do we do now?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers and gently gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Hm... I still need to know that you want this.” Yeonjun claims, and he leisurely reclines, maneuvering to a more comfortable position.

“What? But I already said— I do want this!” your eyes are bold, unwavering.

Yeonjun shrugs. “Then, show me.”

Oh.

You remain completely still, not entirely sure what to do. Literally no idea. Your mind isn’t functioning the way it should, and you’re completely lost. But the way Yeonjun focuses his gaze on you stirs something hidden deep within that makes you daring. You crave to be touched, to be held. And the person you long to feel against your skin is sitting a mere foot away, smirking as if he knows how irresistible he is.

And well... he is; irrevocably irresistible.

You reach for the hem of your shirt, and gradually raise the bottom over the top and off your body. Then, with a shaky hand, you reach for the clasps of your bra. Your clothing floats to the floor and small insecurities begin to prod at your mind. What if he’s not satisfied? What if he hates the way you look?

Yet, when Yeonjun’s eyes greedily scour your body, a boosted feeling of confidence pulsates in your chest. He doesn’t seem repulsed or anything of that nature. Quite the opposite, actually; he looks incredibly aroused, which turns you on even more.

“That all?” Yeonjun’s voice snaps you from your reverie.

You shake your head and stand to your feet. You strip yourself of your skirt and panties, now in your full naked glory. Those chocolate orbs roam over your body shamelessly, burning holes into your skin, heating you with desire and lust. A deep part of yourself is already growing to love this.

“I’m almost convinced,” Yeonjun states, remaining relaxed in his seat.

“What else should I do?”

There’s a playful gleam that crosses Yeonjun's eyes, “Do you trust me?”

With a question like that, you think maybe you shouldn’t trust Yeonjun. He is a stranger, afterall. Some random guy you just met minutes ago. But regardless of all that, you do trust him. There’s something inviting about this man sitting in front of you. And well, you’re already completely naked in front of him so you may as well continue, “Yes.”

“Then,” Yeonjun shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers, “close your eyes, and do as I say.” 

“Okay.” You close your eyes and train your ears for Yeonjun’s voice. 

“Let’s start with something simple, lie down on the bed.” 

Simple. Nothing about this is simple. The bed shallowly sinks as your body wanders over the satin sheets, which rub against your heated skin in the most eloquent way. You lie your back on the king sized bed, your limbs splayed out kind of dumbly. You begin to feel extremely exposed, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling… just unusual. Although it makes you nervous, you revel in knowing that Yeonjun is watching, observing your every move.

“Now,” You lightly jump at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice suddenly much closer than you anticipated, flinching when the scorching tips of his fingers graze over your nipples. He’s touching you. And having no idea where he’ll touch next just escalates your arousal, “people say that touch is very intimate and the fingers are sensitive, do you agree?” Yeonjun’s voice is softer now.

“...yes.” 

“Then, touch yourself.” Yeonjun demands. 

You hesitate. This is actually quite a big step to take, but you can’t let your fear ruin this. For you or Yeonjun. Thinking long and hard about how you want to go about this, you start with your fingers slowly crawling up your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching and playing with your nipples. Soon you get wrapped up in how just doing this already makes you feel so good, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel yourself up. 

And then, you feel a finger skim over your inner thigh. You let out a sharp inhale, “What are you-”

“Keep going.” Yeonjun’s voice is closer this time, almost directly above you. You oblige his words, continuing to toy with your body. Every time you fondle your breasts, there are fleeting grazes from the mellow pads of Yeonjun’s fingers lingering on your skin, teasing and galvanizing. They leave a fire in their wake, marking you in areas you’ve never been touched before.

And soon, this attention to your chest isn’t enough, you want more, need more. You lower one of your hands down the length of your body, fingers diving into the sacred valley between your thighs and languidly begin stroking. 

“Just like that, Y/N.” Yeonjun urges, praisingly. 

You shudder from the whisk of breath beside your ear. It’s like Yeonjun is playing a game with you. His soundless footsteps make it impossible for you to know his location within the suite. It’s exciting and maddening all at the same time. While stroking between your wettened folds, rubbing circles around and on your clit, your breath releases in short bursts of air. It feels so good, better than ever before, this whole scenario still so surreal. You so badly want to open your eyes and see where Yeonjun is standing and exactly what he’s doing, but your curiosities are answered soon enough when you feel a palm come atop your own hand.

“I’ll take over from here.” Yeonjun speaks faintly, the bed dipping as he moves in closer. You comply easily, retreating your hand and letting him replace it with his. Yeonjun’s lithe fingers slide up and down your slit, sending your mind in an absolute frenzy. He skillfully toys with your bundle of nerves, and it feels so good, too good, successfully working you up more and more. “Open your eyes.” You do so immediately, and are instantly met with the hooded gaze of Yeonjun’s, settled right in front of you… or rather, your legs. With eyes trained on him, you watch as his head dips down in between your parted thighs, until lips begin pressing light kisses on your burning skin, treading closer and closer to your desire. Oh God. You can’t keep a loud moan from escaping your mouth as his slippery tongue eagerly coasts along your folds. Your hands immediately fly into his hair, and whether it was to pull him away in morbid embarrassment or push him closer in complete and utter carnal desire is unbeknownst to you. Everything is so hot, so feverish, and so fucking good; you feel like you're floating away in ecstasy as Yeonjun moves his mouth around, licking, sucking, nibbling on your pussy in all the right ways.

Pulling away completely, he slides his fingers up, rubbing them over your cunt before diving in once again, moaning purposely for more saliva. The wet squelches of his movements pervade the air as he polishes your pussy in generous amounts of saliva, slicking you up profusely. The entirety of your body quakes from the zealous oral menstruation, and you continue to involuntarily mewl and moan when Yeonjun’s pretty, perfect nose stresses against your clit as he practically tongue fucks you. The silk sheets crumple in your palms as your toes curl from the unyielding influxes of stinging sensations surging through your body. Your hands the move press him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing his head as pleasure begins to consume you. 

“I’m…I-I’m-” you heave, unable to get your words out properly, eyes glossy with ardor. Yeonjun continues vigorously moving his mouth, placing a palm on your navel to hold your squirming body down. He sucks and sips, eating out you with much vigor. He delivers low hums sending vibrations resonating to your gut and that’s all it takes. Within moments, you’re violently trembling, vision going white as your mind blanks out in complete rapture. Yeonjun continues lapping you up with his tongue and thoroughly extending your orgasm. When he pulls up, you watch in pure marvel as his adam’s apple bounces from a thick swallow, his tongue sweeping over those soft sinful lips leaving a moist luster on them. You must be going insane because all you want to do is kiss those lips despite him having just finished eating you out.

As if Yeonjun knows what you're thinking, he moves up to seize your lips. You inhale his tongue, tasting the remnants of your fluids which have a somewhat odd tang, yet, it doesn't bother you at all. You shamelessly whine when he withdraws, and you chase after the male by leaning forward. You briefly peck his lips before relenting back into the mattress. There’s an addiction to kissing Yeonjun that’s quickly brewing, and you don’t care how clearly it shows. He peers down at you, “Now onto something more daring.”

“I have an idea,” you pant, maneuvering to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“Enlighten me,” Yeonjun stares at you intensely, making you feel shy all over again.

“U-Um…you touch yourself,” you dare him to do the same, and Yeonjun conivingly grins. 

“As you wish.” He backs away from the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, and when his body straightens, revealing his cock, you audibly gulp. Yeonjun is downright exquisite and so astonishingly beautiful in his nudity, you are actually beginning to lose your mind. A large palm cloaks his cock, and he begins stroking himself directly in front of your face. Your eyes are trained of the fluency of his fingers. How they flow over the flaps of skin rippling down his shaft. The tip leaks and Yeonjun is quick to wipe it up with his fingers and paint it down his member. Your breath mimics his as you fall into a trance by the motions of his hands. The faint gasps spilling from his lips are alluring, drawing you in deeper until you desire to touch. 

You ache to bring Yeonjun such unimaginable pleasure, just as he did for you.

“I want… to touch you,” you look up at the pretty boy with eyes of yearning. 

“Only touch?” Yeonjun exhales, rubbing himself facilely. He takes a drip of precum on his finger and pushes it to your awaiting lips. You part them, allowing the cum stained digit inside of your mouth. It’s pleasant, savory like honey; thick and sweet on your tongue and God you want more. You eagerly lap, making sure to lick over his finger diligently, leaving nothing behind. Piercing into your feverish gaze, Yeonjun removes his finger and mingles your saliva with his own. Inching forward, he prompts you to take a hold of his cock, and you do just that. The stiffness of his cock is surprising. It’s rigid within your palm, rock solid and pulsing. While maintaining eye contact, you begin stroking at an even pace flitting your thumb over the head for a little tease. He bites his lip, lightly spasming from the leveled strokes.

Oh how you enjoy seeing Yeonjun like this, succumbing to your touch. It’s undeniably pleasing, and you only want to take things further. Dampening your lips, you give the tip an experimental lick. He shivers, and you smirk. You proceed to go deeper, attempting to take more into your mouth, but you’ve never done this before and Yeonjun here is well endowed. You gradually begin bobbing your head while using a palm to stroke the flesh your mouth couldn’t quite reach. He persuasively cards a hand through your soft hair as a form of praise and it serves to compel you into being dauntless.

Yeonjun’s length is dense and thick, filling your mouth to the brim and suffocating you. The lack of oxygen pools tears in your eyes, and you gasp for slithers of air around his girth. With those almond shaped orbs looking down at you so earnestly, you couldn’t bear to look away nor could you give in. Continuing your tour, you coat his shaft even more to make the blowjob smoother. 

Refusing to swallow spit, you bob faster until Yeonjun’s moans rain down like a shower. One grunt in particular quirks your brow in satisfaction. His furrowed brows and other visual cues signal his impending release. Only now do you close your eyes, trying your absolute best to bring him pure euphoria with your mouth. And soon, Yeonjun scatterly spurts his load into the depths of your throat. 

The tears which you’ve been holding in begin to stream down your cheeks. An involuntarily hard gulp makes you gag on the rich amount of cum that drags down your throat due to its viscosity. Yeonjun’s chest rises and drops sporadically, and you take great pride in knowing it was because of you. Those tears soon find the end of their journey by the sweep of his thumb. He wipes them from your face before traveling his finger lower, “those precious lips… so good.” he says, outlining your mouth in awe. 

“T-Thanks,” you whisper, elated.

“You ready for more?” 

“Please.” You know you sound pleading, but you don’t care anymore. You’ve never coveted someone this immensely before. You want to lose yourself in Yeonjun, to be consumed in everything that pertains to this enchanting man standing centimeters from you. 

“Lay back and spread your legs wide, pretty baby,” You don't waste any time lying back and opening yourself right up, “don’t move.” His palm spreads your folds and you’re anticipating what’s to come. Without giving any notification, two fingers slip inside your cunt and you jerk in surprise. They stretch your contracted tunnel, probing at your velvety insides, thrusting in and out with hurried movements. You mewl loudly, and you’re a little embarrassed by the high volume of your voice. It feels so damn good, and you can’t prevent the lusty wail from escaping. The intensity of the spasms convulsing through your body weakens your arm, and you collapse back onto the mattress. Your body tremors in the most pleasant way. You want more, so much more. 

Yet, in the very next moment, the movement instantly ceases and you can’t help but whimper when he removes his hand. What the hell?

Then, Yeonjun teases his cock between your folds and nestles against the sensitive flesh, “I told you not to move,” there’s a taunting tone to his words. You whine, turning your face into the sheets. You hunger for more of the foreplay, not nearly having enough of his long, dexterous fingers inside, fucking you so so good. But honestly, this is fine, too. Yeonjun glides his cock along your sopping slit, not entering, and you’re one tick away from spiraling into madness from the evident teasing. And then, the warmth of his cock disappears, and you immediately mourn its absence.

You turn your head to find Yeonjun picking up his jeans. The male grabs a condom and small bottle of lube from the pocket, and he tosses the pants on the floor before turning back to you. He tears open the packet, skillfully rolling the condom on and thoroughly lubes himself while moving closer to the bed. The swollen muscle curves to the right ever so slightly and you love the appetizing sight. You could honestly stare at Yeonjun’s hard dick all day and never tire of it. In fact, you want to taste it again, and purposely swallow in search of any remnants of his sweet nectar on your tongue.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Please,” you answer, and position yourself at the center of the bed following the guidance of his hand. Ripping the sheets back, Yeonjun climbs onto the mattress and it dips where his knees meet the spring. You lie on your back with a pillow propped underneath your head, and Yeonjun hovers over your body. The curtain of your thighs is slowly opened, and the handsome male aligns his cock with your pussy. 

He enters steadily, pushing himself inside your tight cunt. A moan falls from his lips at the blissful tautness that welcomes his cock ravenously. Your eyes squeeze shut from the harsh pang. It kind of hurts. No, actually, it hurts quite a lot. It’s much more pressure than you could have imagined. Yeonjun doesn’t move however, waiting patiently for you to calm down and give him a sign to continue. Can he get any more perfect?

Weakly nodding, you eventually signal him to move. Yeonjun gingerly pulls out before pushing inside. He lowers his head, taking your lips with his own to serve as a distraction from the pain below. His hips move rhythmically in smooth uniform motions until your stifled sobs transform into quiet gasps of pleasure. Your eyes gradually open and you’re met with the glistening strands of his hair hanging flaccidly from his forehead. The opaque beams of the lamp bask his body in a dusky shade of marigold, giving his skin a dashing warm glow. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hand reaches around Yeonjun’s nape, and you yank him down smashing your lips back together. You hum into his mouth and he responds the same while picking up pace. His body rolls with the forward snap of his hips, each lunge sending your body jolting upward. Quickly, you plant the flat of your palms behind you on the headboard and grind down into the thrusts, applying very nice pressure. Yeonjun drives in harder, deeper and you don't relent, pushing against the headboard to keep yourself from moving further up the mattress. Holy shit.

He slows his movements before he sucks on your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling. He fervidly shoves his tongue inside, and you respond by lifting your hips from the bed. Yeonjun hurriedly takes hold of those insatiable hips, caressing the skin and guiding your motions to match the flow of his thrusts. 

The two of you continue until blaring sounds of skin slapping span across the room as lustful blown orbs stare at one another in deep yearning and unrelenting desire. You can feel Yeonjun’s girth stretch you tremendously, filling you up profoundly until you feel complete and utter bliss. You don't ever want this to stop, ever, writhing in pleasure under his intense thrusts of passion. Every time he pulls out, you long for him to push back inside, quicker, faster. It’s not enough. You’re not close enough to him, even though there’s already no distance between you. Those magical fingers haven’t touched you enough, even though his hands have explored every facet of your body. You still lust for more. 

Without a word, Yeonjun slips out, “Turn over,” he says with an airy breath. He backs away, and you hastily rotate onto your knees, the side of your face planting onto the pillow. His palms find their place on your waist, and he doesn’t waste any time before sliding inside once more. Your fingers curl around the white satin sheets, firmly gripping at the fabric as he begins pistoning into you from behind.

Yeonjun groans with every rapid thrust, and you gulp in the way of a shallow hiccup. He could feel the tightness of your pussy stretch even further as you suck in his cock greedily, impatiently, silently begging for more. As if he could hear your plea, he begins to thrusts faster, harder. The bed creaks from the relentless pounding and your mind is on the brink of hysteria, teetering on the border of incoherency and lucidity. Small drips of drool soak into the pillowcase and your pupils dilate, reeling in and out of focus. Your eyelids unconsciously close as if you’re suddenly in a lethargic state. 

You shake out your trance when Yeonjun deliberately reduces the speed of his thrusts. Those lean fingers journey up your back, tracing over the soft skin. He gingerly winds his hips while his hands massage the dips and curves of your back. He works those palms in large circular motions feeling the smooth pores beneath his fingertips, trailing tender butterfly kisses down your spine, and you can’t help but shudder at his every touch. 

Suddenly, Yeonjun encloses a hand loosely around strands of your hair and mildly tugs. In a daze, you follow the pull of his motion and rise from the bed, settling onto his lap with a relieved sigh. He rests on the balls of his heels and you seat yourself onto his cock. You feel so full. You take deep breaths to collect yourself, bodies remaining still. With closed eyes, you loll your head back resting it against his shoulders. Within seconds, a moist tongue traces the side of your neck, and a roaming hand travels from your breast to the base of your abdomen. Yeonjun purrs against your skin, and you tremble under the rush of vibrations. He becomes greedier, biting and nipping at your neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of you. 

The release of your breath becomes heavier and heavier. You bask in the warmth emitting from his chest against your back. A low moan rips from his lips as you lift up before sliding down on his cock, riding him. You whirl your waist, grinding your hips lower, feeling the full extent of Yeonjun’s heat. The rise of your hips is slow. You ride his stiff member to oblivion and back, sinking your shoulders and parting your lips to allow a mesmeric moan to escape. You enjoy control, having the power to move fast or slow. 

Yeonjun reaches for your chin and turns your head. Your own palm finds the side of his neck as your lips meet in a sensual kiss which speaks more than any words ever could. Your friends could not have found anyone better for this, even if it was for something so exceedingly stupid. You break the kiss and open your eyes, piercing them into those irises of mocha. Your breaths are identical as you stare into each other’s souls with undeniable passion, connecting on a deeper level. Your intoxication knows no bounds as your conjoined bodies course like ripples in the vast sea. 

When you rotate your hips, Yeonjun assists your movements with his palms. He takes subtle whiffs of your hair and patterns your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head rolls down before resting against Yeonjun’s opposite shoulder. He flicks his tongue over the pristine skin, lapping and sucking marks onto your nape. It’s driving you to the brink of madness. The emotions stirring within are becoming impossible to withstand. Souls set ablaze, burning up in the rhapsody of your breaths and motions. 

Your hands crawl up the mattress and grab the sheets. Yeonjun straightens, rising from his heels and onto his knees following in your lead. You begin pushing back rabidly, serving yourself on his cock. You rock back and forth, and he allows you the leverage to do as you please. You need this.

An unsuspecting thrust from behind makes you lurch. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see the bite of a plush lip and mischievous eyes. Satin fingers dip under your body, connecting with your clit and begin stroking. The subtle pressure applied to the sensitive bundle is quickly making you lose control, those magic fingers of his knowing exactly what to do. His movements hasten, and your breath staggers over your moans. 

It soon becomes too much at one time, and your body shakes uncontrollably. Your eyes snap shut and you release staccatoed gasps, immersing yourself in the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced. Yeonjun lunges quickly chasing his own release, and it isn’t long before he's pouring his white substance inside the condom, basking in the feeling of your pulsating pussy around him. He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes as the intense orgasm tingles throughout his body. 

You feel weak and heavy, and when Yeonjun pulls out, you collapse onto the mattress panting for air. A soft peck lands on your forehead, and a small smile stretches across your face from the tender gesture. Yeonjun searches your eyes before he speaks, “You are wonderful, pretty baby.” 

“You too,” you exhale, admiring his beauty for the nth time tonight. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to share such an intimate moment with. Yeonjun was, is perfect, and you wonder how your friends even found or knew of such a treasure. There’s so much more you want to know of him, about him. A part of you even begins thinking this is the beginning of some picture-perfect relationship. How lucky, right? Never branching out only to fall in love at first sight? You could really stay here forever and wallow in the comfort of his presence. 

That is, until Yeonjun moves from the bed, tossing the condom away and going to his clothes to begin dressing himself. What? You quickly sit up, “W-Where are you going?”

“...Home,” Yeonjun answers, his tone much colder than how it was just minutes ago, almost foreign sounding.

“Wha- Can’t you stay?” you sound desperate, pleading, and you know it’s piteous, but even within these couple of hours, you feel like Yeonjun has woven a part of himself into you, into your heart, and he can’t just leave.

“I never stay, it’s against my policy.” 

Policy? “..What policy?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“If I stay, then that’ll mean this was more than just sex.” He answers strictly as he throws on his garments with his back to you. Oh. Right. Of course none of this meant anything to him. He’s just some worker hired by your friends, getting a job done. Yet, you still had some childish hope.. You’re grateful that Yeonjun can’t see the tears swelling in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away before he turns to look at you. 

“W-Will I ever see you again?” You try not to sound as pathetic as you feel, but you aren't sure whether it’s successful or not. There’s an ache in your chest and your stomach churns just thinking about never being able to see him again.

Yeonjun applies his jacket, “I don’t know…” there’s an emotion in his eyes, which you can’t decipher, “I have to go.” 

With that, you stifle your words. You have no right to ask Yeonjun to stay, you’ve only met less than a few hours ago, and after this newly found discovery, you assume that he must have a busy life. Being the kind of person he is, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a ‘fling’ or a ‘job’ or whatever the fuck this even was. You simply give the male a defeated, dejected nod, and Yeonjun places the extra room key your friends had given him on the end table before turning on his heels to leave. 

You really hate your friends right now…

For this. 

For this bullshit dare. 

For this bullshit night.

But you hate yourself even more for agreeing to do it; and being an oversensitive, naive fool.

When the click of the lock carries to your ears, you could instantly feel the swarm of emotions overtake you, but you refuse to cry. This was a dare, a quick and simple night of sex and nothing more. It was supposed to be a fun adult birthday, to serve as a stress relief; there should have never been attached emotions to someone you don't even know. But, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get a grip, nothing stops the profound wave of loneliness and hurt you feel in this very moment. You gave him a part of you, shared something so intimate, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. You should’ve waited. You shouldn’t have let yourself be pressured. Nothing could prepare you for the emotional consequences of this irrational decision. Surrendering to your lingering affection for Yeonjun, you ball up on the mattress and finally allow your tears to escape. 

However, when as you finally begin to calm yourself and come to terms with reality, there’s a familiar knock on the door of your hotel room.

yeonjun • f.reader // smut 18+, dubcon, sex worker!yeonjun, virgin!reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral both m and f receiving, dare sex or pressured sex, emotional!reader, little angsty at the end, strictly fiction

— Reader gets dared to lose her virginity, and her oh so courteous friends find just the perfect person to help. (6.7k)

You sit stiffly on your bed, a dark silky fabric wrapped around your head, depriving you of your vision entirely. The room is painfully silent, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as the sound of your shaky breaths and thundering heartbeat resound in your ears. The temperature seems to be rising as your nervousness grows, your jacket constricting your movements and becoming rather uncomfortable. You decide to remove the top article of clothing to ease some of the escalating anxiety, but, as expected, it doesn’t do much. You’re still high strung, extremely anxious of the fact that this is really happening, right here, right now.

When you had accepted this dare, you firmly believed it to be long forgotten by now. Your friends are often quite forgetful, and surely, you thought, they wouldn’t remember some rash challenge made at some random girls' night out. It had been an entire three months, after all! But you were wrong; your friends gleefully shoving you into a hotel room they had paid for on this special day, having you wait blindfolded for your ultimate birthday gift they so generously are providing.

Which is having someone to take your virginity.

Ridiculous? Quite.

But your social life has dwindled to the frequent exchange of text messages and occasional third wheeling. Your studies occupy most of your time. Love, sex, and relationships are things you’ve never really thought about. And for someone of your age, it’s rare to be completely lacking in that area. It just hasn’t been of importance to you, you’ve convinced yourself. But your friends had insisted you step away from the books, let loose a little, and most of all, get laid.

So here you are, waiting for an unknown man to arrive so the two of you can indulge yourselves in a sinful act. The rules of the dare are simple; have sex with the person they send in. An audacious, irresponsible dare indeed, but you trust that your friends will not send you someone disagreeable or unpleasant. And you suppose if the person isn’t to your liking, or you happen to get cold feet, you can simply refuse and back out of the dare. Your friends will most likely harp on you, of course, but what do you care? They’ll get over it eventually.

You sit on the bed in deafening silence, clenching and releasing your fists sequentially, feeling the numbness in your fingertips dull until you can feel again. Several minutes have passed, minutes that feel like an eternity, time seeming slower as you anticipate and abhor the person you’ll soon be engaging with. It’s actually causing you to become somewhat lightheaded. More time passes, and you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly jump off the bed when the rapping of knuckles on the door intersperses them.

Oh shit.

He’s here.

Swallowing thickly, you wipe your clammy hands onto your skirt, breathing picking up drastically in pace, the sound of the door unlocking and squeaking open like a bomb going off in the silent room. Steps, coming closer and closer, echo loudly in your ears as they approach. Your heart is beating wildly, all this time sitting in mental preparation having done absolutely nothing. You’re nervous to the core, a complete wreck, and you haven’t even seen the guy...

Your breath catches in your throat when the stranger’s fingers touch the edges of your blindfold, and the anticipation of who it is, of what they look like, of what’s about to happen... The black silk is slowly pulled away, and the first thing you’re greeted with are striking brown irises, staring at you with a lecherous gleam. There’s traces of surprise hidden behind thinly veiled amusement. Silently, your eyes devour the man; his smooth pale skin is shimmering from the faint bathroom lights shining in the main bedroom, and his hair is a dark, sandy blond, tousled in a somewhat messy-like manner, looking oh so soft and fluffy. The sexiness oozing from his stance gives him an air of promiscuity.

He’s purely lustrous.

The man smirks, and if that isn't the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is.

“Hi there,” a voice dripping with sensuality speaks. It’s tempting even, as undertones of confidence hang from the end of his words. “You must be Y/N.”

“Um, I‑I, uh...” you stutter hard, mind completely blanking, and throat constricting, unable to get any real words out. So, you stick to nodding in affirmation. Good start, Y/N, you think, mentally hitting yourself; this night is going to go great. If anyone is going to be running away, it’s going to be this man getting far the fuck away from your awkward ass. The boy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and you think it’s one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever been given. Too bad it’s probably just him finding your behavior ridiculous.

The man strolls away coolly, shoulders lightly dipping with each stride, his every step is attractive. You watch him in a trance‑like state, unaware of your curious, following eyes which linger on the stranger. He walks to the bathroom, shutting off the light and making the room black, returning to turn on the lamp atop the nightstand. And all of the sudden, he takes a knowing look over his shoulder, and you are quick to avert your line of sight. You are well aware you weren’t gifted with a sense of stealth, but you didn’t expect to be caught so openly gawking. The last thing you want is to be viewed as creepy.

The room is still sort of dark, the only source of light now glowing from the dim illumination of the lamp beside the bed.

The stranger removes his jacket with his back to you, and you can’t stop the sharp inhale when you see the muscle that accompany his back and arms; even the rest of his toned torso outlined through the seemingly thin fabric of his black tank top. Your mouth suddenly runs dry as if you’d just downed a glass of cotton balls, thoroughly parched and in need of water.

It then dawns on you that this gorgeous being does have a name, and your dumbass hasn’t even asked for that rather critical piece of information yet! Gathering the scattered pieces of your courage, you clear your throat before asking, “W‑What’s your name?”

The man turns and genuinely simpers this time and it’s just as dazzling as the smirk, if not better. “Yeonjun,” he answers and you being shy just nod your head, “Your friends have told me that you wanted to have some fun tonight. ‘Experiment on some new things.’ But you don’t strike me as the... type.”

You blush at that comment, embarrassed, turning your head to hide your reddening cheeks in shame. Is it obvious how… inexperienced (for lack of better words) you are? Who are you kidding, of course it is. You couldn’t even respond normally to your name. “They... kind of dared me to do this, insisting I need to branch out and get laid and I guess didn’t want to pass up on… that.”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he nods in understanding. “So... are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-Yes?” your attempts to sound sincere fail miserably, your answer sounding more like a question itself. “Yes,” you try again, “I am ready. So ready. Always ready. A-Are you?”

“Of course I am,” he answers smoothly, “With a girl as hot as you? I couldn’t be more excited.” As shallow as that may have sounded, the familiar heat rises in your cheeks again. Being called “hot” is a first. Most people find you more synonymous with ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’, but terms such as ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ have never been uttered when your name is mentioned. You’re far too lame to be called that. Maybe he’s joking. Is this all a joke? Are you just too naive to realize?

“Are you really sure?” you question again, biting your lip with uncertainty. “Like 100% certain? I know my friends; they can be pushy. Real pushy. So, we don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to—“

“Sweetheart, you do an awful lot of talking for someone who assures they’re so ready.” Yeonjun rolls up his shirt pulling it over his head with ease before tossing it on an armchair and your palms become sweaty. The sight of Yeonjun’s bare chest is quite intimidating. It’s like God himself decided to personally sculpt and tone this man to absolute perfection. “I’m actually starting to be convinced otherwise.” You look up and witness a tantalizing smile playing on the man’s plush lips.

You really need to learn when to just shut up.

He then leans in closer, your eyes immediately widening when his face becomes only inches away from yours, his eyes staring straight back, into your soul. “Now, be perfectly honest with me,” his tone is softer now, gentle even, “do you want to do this?”

Do you want to do this?

For years you’ve felt pressured to lose your virginity; all of your friends have had sex and you’re still some dumb virgin who’s “too prude” and “frigid” to be any fun. Losing your virginity is like a rite of passage; a vital step in everyone's coming-of-age experience: like kissing a stranger in a dark club, getting drunk at a party for the first time, or simply dating someone. You don’t want to be that girl anymore, the boring, loser friend who’s never taken even a step into the romantic side of life. Your friends have given you this rare opportunity, and you should be grateful and take it regardless of any possible consequences.

“Yes,” you nod, movement steady and voice confident this time, “I want to do this.”

“Are you positive? Don’t feel like you have to—“

“Who’s the one doing all the talking now?” you challenge, and a teasing smile is quick to appear on Yeonjun's lips once again as he leans back.

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

Your eyes look up at Yeonjun through curled eyelashes in anticipation. He brings his knees to the carpet in front of you, and then you nervously wipe your hands on your skirt again. Your mind begins to spin with different scenarios of what’s about to occur, eyes never leaving his face, but what you don’t expect is for Yeonjun to brush his fingertips, smooth and delicate, across the higher part of your cheek, a palm resting lower.

“Close your eyes.” Without questioning, without uttering a sound, you follow Yeonjun’s instructions aided by a strange sense of adventure. He leans in close, next to your ear, “I’m going to kiss you,” his voice is low and warm, inducing a tingle down your spine.

“Okay.” You sigh, and soft lips brush fluently against yours. They’re as lush as pillows, rubbing and moving in fluid motions that rapidly ripple throbs of arousal to your core. It’s suffocating as Yeonjun slips his tongue inside your mouth, pushing your lips apart with little effort. Your body involuntarily tilts back, but a hand sneaks around your nape and lithe fingers enfold around the narrow bridge. Your breath hitches before you relax into those fingers that massage your neck. You wonder just how Yeonjun knows this spot which kindles a flickering flame within.

The male draws back with a light smack of your lips, licking up the drool that hangs between. You pant as your eyelids open and lapse into a heated gaze.

“Now kiss me.” Yeonjun stares into your eyes, and you’re instantly drawn in by those brown orbs. Absentmindedly you lean forward as if there’s some sort of magnetic pull on your movements, and reconnect your lips with his, moaning into his mouth and gliding a hand into that messy mop of hair making it more chaotic. Your lips caress and nibble until they become unbearably swollen, and you’re both pining for air. “I see you’re warming up to me,” Yeonjun comments with a grin, standing from the ground and taking a seat in the chair where his shirt has previously been thrown.

“W-What do we do now?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers and gently gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Hm... I still need to know that you want this.” Yeonjun claims, and he leisurely reclines, maneuvering to a more comfortable position.

“What? But I already said— I do want this!” your eyes are bold, unwavering.

Yeonjun shrugs. “Then, show me.”

Oh.

You remain completely still, not entirely sure what to do. Literally no idea. Your mind isn’t functioning the way it should, and you’re completely lost. But the way Yeonjun focuses his gaze on you stirs something hidden deep within that makes you daring. You crave to be touched, to be held. And the person you long to feel against your skin is sitting a mere foot away, smirking as if he knows how irresistible he is.

And well... he is; irrevocably irresistible.

You reach for the hem of your shirt, and gradually raise the bottom over the top and off your body. Then, with a shaky hand, you reach for the clasps of your bra. Your clothing floats to the floor and small insecurities begin to prod at your mind. What if he’s not satisfied? What if he hates the way you look?

Yet, when Yeonjun’s eyes greedily scour your body, a boosted feeling of confidence pulsates in your chest. He doesn’t seem repulsed or anything of that nature. Quite the opposite, actually; he looks incredibly aroused, which turns you on even more.

“That all?” Yeonjun’s voice snaps you from your reverie.

You shake your head and stand to your feet. You strip yourself of your skirt and panties, now in your full naked glory. Those chocolate orbs roam over your body shamelessly, burning holes into your skin, heating you with desire and lust. A deep part of yourself is already growing to love this.

“I’m almost convinced,” Yeonjun states, remaining relaxed in his seat.

“What else should I do?”

There’s a playful gleam that crosses Yeonjun's eyes, “Do you trust me?”

With a question like that, you think maybe you shouldn’t trust Yeonjun. He is a stranger, afterall. Some random guy you just met minutes ago. But regardless of all that, you do trust him. There’s something inviting about this man sitting in front of you. And well, you’re already completely naked in front of him so you may as well continue, “Yes.”

“Then,” Yeonjun shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers, “close your eyes, and do as I say.” 

“Okay.” You close your eyes and train your ears for Yeonjun’s voice. 

“Let’s start with something simple, lie down on the bed.” 

Simple. Nothing about this is simple. The bed shallowly sinks as your body wanders over the satin sheets, which rub against your heated skin in the most eloquent way. You lie your back on the king sized bed, your limbs splayed out kind of dumbly. You begin to feel extremely exposed, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling… just unusual. Although it makes you nervous, you revel in knowing that Yeonjun is watching, observing your every move.

“Now,” You lightly jump at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice suddenly much closer than you anticipated, flinching when the scorching tips of his fingers graze over your nipples. He’s touching you. And having no idea where he’ll touch next just escalates your arousal, “people say that touch is very intimate and the fingers are sensitive, do you agree?” Yeonjun’s voice is softer now.

“...yes.” 

“Then, touch yourself.” Yeonjun demands. 

You hesitate. This is actually quite a big step to take, but you can’t let your fear ruin this. For you or Yeonjun. Thinking long and hard about how you want to go about this, you start with your fingers slowly crawling up your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching and playing with your nipples. Soon you get wrapped up in how just doing this already makes you feel so good, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel yourself up. 

And then, you feel a finger skim over your inner thigh. You let out a sharp inhale, “What are you-”

“Keep going.” Yeonjun’s voice is closer this time, almost directly above you. You oblige his words, continuing to toy with your body. Every time you fondle your breasts, there are fleeting grazes from the mellow pads of Yeonjun’s fingers lingering on your skin, teasing and galvanizing. They leave a fire in their wake, marking you in areas you’ve never been touched before.

And soon, this attention to your chest isn’t enough, you want more, need more. You lower one of your hands down the length of your body, fingers diving into the sacred valley between your thighs and languidly begin stroking. 

“Just like that, Y/N.” Yeonjun urges, praisingly. 

You shudder from the whisk of breath beside your ear. It’s like Yeonjun is playing a game with you. His soundless footsteps make it impossible for you to know his location within the suite. It’s exciting and maddening all at the same time. While stroking between your wettened folds, rubbing circles around and on your clit, your breath releases in short bursts of air. It feels so good, better than ever before, this whole scenario still so surreal. You so badly want to open your eyes and see where Yeonjun is standing and exactly what he’s doing, but your curiosities are answered soon enough when you feel a palm come atop your own hand.

“I’ll take over from here.” Yeonjun speaks faintly, the bed dipping as he moves in closer. You comply easily, retreating your hand and letting him replace it with his. Yeonjun’s lithe fingers slide up and down your slit, sending your mind in an absolute frenzy. He skillfully toys with your bundle of nerves, and it feels so good, too good, successfully working you up more and more. “Open your eyes.” You do so immediately, and are instantly met with the hooded gaze of Yeonjun’s, settled right in front of you… or rather, your legs. With eyes trained on him, you watch as his head dips down in between your parted thighs, until lips begin pressing light kisses on your burning skin, treading closer and closer to your desire. Oh God. You can’t keep a loud moan from escaping your mouth as his slippery tongue eagerly coasts along your folds. Your hands immediately fly into his hair, and whether it was to pull him away in morbid embarrassment or push him closer in complete and utter carnal desire is unbeknownst to you. Everything is so hot, so feverish, and so fucking good; you feel like you're floating away in ecstasy as Yeonjun moves his mouth around, licking, sucking, nibbling on your pussy in all the right ways.

Pulling away completely, he slides his fingers up, rubbing them over your cunt before diving in once again, moaning purposely for more saliva. The wet squelches of his movements pervade the air as he polishes your pussy in generous amounts of saliva, slicking you up profusely. The entirety of your body quakes from the zealous oral menstruation, and you continue to involuntarily mewl and moan when Yeonjun’s pretty, perfect nose stresses against your clit as he practically tongue fucks you. The silk sheets crumple in your palms as your toes curl from the unyielding influxes of stinging sensations surging through your body. Your hands the move press him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing his head as pleasure begins to consume you. 

“I’m…I-I’m-” you heave, unable to get your words out properly, eyes glossy with ardor. Yeonjun continues vigorously moving his mouth, placing a palm on your navel to hold your squirming body down. He sucks and sips, eating out you with much vigor. He delivers low hums sending vibrations resonating to your gut and that’s all it takes. Within moments, you’re violently trembling, vision going white as your mind blanks out in complete rapture. Yeonjun continues lapping you up with his tongue and thoroughly extending your orgasm. When he pulls up, you watch in pure marvel as his adam’s apple bounces from a thick swallow, his tongue sweeping over those soft sinful lips leaving a moist luster on them. You must be going insane because all you want to do is kiss those lips despite him having just finished eating you out.

As if Yeonjun knows what you're thinking, he moves up to seize your lips. You inhale his tongue, tasting the remnants of your fluids which have a somewhat odd tang, yet, it doesn't bother you at all. You shamelessly whine when he withdraws, and you chase after the male by leaning forward. You briefly peck his lips before relenting back into the mattress. There’s an addiction to kissing Yeonjun that’s quickly brewing, and you don’t care how clearly it shows. He peers down at you, “Now onto something more daring.”

“I have an idea,” you pant, maneuvering to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“Enlighten me,” Yeonjun stares at you intensely, making you feel shy all over again.

“U-Um…you touch yourself,” you dare him to do the same, and Yeonjun conivingly grins. 

“As you wish.” He backs away from the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, and when his body straightens, revealing his cock, you audibly gulp. Yeonjun is downright exquisite and so astonishingly beautiful in his nudity, you are actually beginning to lose your mind. A large palm cloaks his cock, and he begins stroking himself directly in front of your face. Your eyes are trained of the fluency of his fingers. How they flow over the flaps of skin rippling down his shaft. The tip leaks and Yeonjun is quick to wipe it up with his fingers and paint it down his member. Your breath mimics his as you fall into a trance by the motions of his hands. The faint gasps spilling from his lips are alluring, drawing you in deeper until you desire to touch. 

You ache to bring Yeonjun such unimaginable pleasure, just as he did for you.

“I want… to touch you,” you look up at the pretty boy with eyes of yearning. 

“Only touch?” Yeonjun exhales, rubbing himself facilely. He takes a drip of precum on his finger and pushes it to your awaiting lips. You part them, allowing the cum stained digit inside of your mouth. It’s pleasant, savory like honey; thick and sweet on your tongue and God you want more. You eagerly lap, making sure to lick over his finger diligently, leaving nothing behind. Piercing into your feverish gaze, Yeonjun removes his finger and mingles your saliva with his own. Inching forward, he prompts you to take a hold of his cock, and you do just that. The stiffness of his cock is surprising. It’s rigid within your palm, rock solid and pulsing. While maintaining eye contact, you begin stroking at an even pace flitting your thumb over the head for a little tease. He bites his lip, lightly spasming from the leveled strokes.

Oh how you enjoy seeing Yeonjun like this, succumbing to your touch. It’s undeniably pleasing, and you only want to take things further. Dampening your lips, you give the tip an experimental lick. He shivers, and you smirk. You proceed to go deeper, attempting to take more into your mouth, but you’ve never done this before and Yeonjun here is well endowed. You gradually begin bobbing your head while using a palm to stroke the flesh your mouth couldn’t quite reach. He persuasively cards a hand through your soft hair as a form of praise and it serves to compel you into being dauntless.

Yeonjun’s length is dense and thick, filling your mouth to the brim and suffocating you. The lack of oxygen pools tears in your eyes, and you gasp for slithers of air around his girth. With those almond shaped orbs looking down at you so earnestly, you couldn’t bear to look away nor could you give in. Continuing your tour, you coat his shaft even more to make the blowjob smoother. 

Refusing to swallow spit, you bob faster until Yeonjun’s moans rain down like a shower. One grunt in particular quirks your brow in satisfaction. His furrowed brows and other visual cues signal his impending release. Only now do you close your eyes, trying your absolute best to bring him pure euphoria with your mouth. And soon, Yeonjun scatterly spurts his load into the depths of your throat. 

The tears which you’ve been holding in begin to stream down your cheeks. An involuntarily hard gulp makes you gag on the rich amount of cum that drags down your throat due to its viscosity. Yeonjun’s chest rises and drops sporadically, and you take great pride in knowing it was because of you. Those tears soon find the end of their journey by the sweep of his thumb. He wipes them from your face before traveling his finger lower, “those precious lips… so good.” he says, outlining your mouth in awe. 

“T-Thanks,” you whisper, elated.

“You ready for more?” 

“Please.” You know you sound pleading, but you don’t care anymore. You’ve never coveted someone this immensely before. You want to lose yourself in Yeonjun, to be consumed in everything that pertains to this enchanting man standing centimeters from you. 

“Lay back and spread your legs wide, pretty baby,” You don't waste any time lying back and opening yourself right up, “don’t move.” His palm spreads your folds and you’re anticipating what’s to come. Without giving any notification, two fingers slip inside your cunt and you jerk in surprise. They stretch your contracted tunnel, probing at your velvety insides, thrusting in and out with hurried movements. You mewl loudly, and you’re a little embarrassed by the high volume of your voice. It feels so damn good, and you can’t prevent the lusty wail from escaping. The intensity of the spasms convulsing through your body weakens your arm, and you collapse back onto the mattress. Your body tremors in the most pleasant way. You want more, so much more. 

Yet, in the very next moment, the movement instantly ceases and you can’t help but whimper when he removes his hand. What the hell?

Then, Yeonjun teases his cock between your folds and nestles against the sensitive flesh, “I told you not to move,” there’s a taunting tone to his words. You whine, turning your face into the sheets. You hunger for more of the foreplay, not nearly having enough of his long, dexterous fingers inside, fucking you so so good. But honestly, this is fine, too. Yeonjun glides his cock along your sopping slit, not entering, and you’re one tick away from spiraling into madness from the evident teasing. And then, the warmth of his cock disappears, and you immediately mourn its absence.

You turn your head to find Yeonjun picking up his jeans. The male grabs a condom and small bottle of lube from the pocket, and he tosses the pants on the floor before turning back to you. He tears open the packet, skillfully rolling the condom on and thoroughly lubes himself while moving closer to the bed. The swollen muscle curves to the right ever so slightly and you love the appetizing sight. You could honestly stare at Yeonjun’s hard dick all day and never tire of it. In fact, you want to taste it again, and purposely swallow in search of any remnants of his sweet nectar on your tongue.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Please,” you answer, and position yourself at the center of the bed following the guidance of his hand. Ripping the sheets back, Yeonjun climbs onto the mattress and it dips where his knees meet the spring. You lie on your back with a pillow propped underneath your head, and Yeonjun hovers over your body. The curtain of your thighs is slowly opened, and the handsome male aligns his cock with your pussy. 

He enters steadily, pushing himself inside your tight cunt. A moan falls from his lips at the blissful tautness that welcomes his cock ravenously. Your eyes squeeze shut from the harsh pang. It kind of hurts. No, actually, it hurts quite a lot. It’s much more pressure than you could have imagined. Yeonjun doesn’t move however, waiting patiently for you to calm down and give him a sign to continue. Can he get any more perfect?

Weakly nodding, you eventually signal him to move. Yeonjun gingerly pulls out before pushing inside. He lowers his head, taking your lips with his own to serve as a distraction from the pain below. His hips move rhythmically in smooth uniform motions until your stifled sobs transform into quiet gasps of pleasure. Your eyes gradually open and you’re met with the glistening strands of his hair hanging flaccidly from his forehead. The opaque beams of the lamp bask his body in a dusky shade of marigold, giving his skin a dashing warm glow. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hand reaches around Yeonjun’s nape, and you yank him down smashing your lips back together. You hum into his mouth and he responds the same while picking up pace. His body rolls with the forward snap of his hips, each lunge sending your body jolting upward. Quickly, you plant the flat of your palms behind you on the headboard and grind down into the thrusts, applying very nice pressure. Yeonjun drives in harder, deeper and you don't relent, pushing against the headboard to keep yourself from moving further up the mattress. Holy shit.

He slows his movements before he sucks on your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling. He fervidly shoves his tongue inside, and you respond by lifting your hips from the bed. Yeonjun hurriedly takes hold of those insatiable hips, caressing the skin and guiding your motions to match the flow of his thrusts. 

The two of you continue until blaring sounds of skin slapping span across the room as lustful blown orbs stare at one another in deep yearning and unrelenting desire. You can feel Yeonjun’s girth stretch you tremendously, filling you up profoundly until you feel complete and utter bliss. You don't ever want this to stop, ever, writhing in pleasure under his intense thrusts of passion. Every time he pulls out, you long for him to push back inside, quicker, faster. It’s not enough. You’re not close enough to him, even though there’s already no distance between you. Those magical fingers haven’t touched you enough, even though his hands have explored every facet of your body. You still lust for more. 

Without a word, Yeonjun slips out, “Turn over,” he says with an airy breath. He backs away, and you hastily rotate onto your knees, the side of your face planting onto the pillow. His palms find their place on your waist, and he doesn’t waste any time before sliding inside once more. Your fingers curl around the white satin sheets, firmly gripping at the fabric as he begins pistoning into you from behind.

Yeonjun groans with every rapid thrust, and you gulp in the way of a shallow hiccup. He could feel the tightness of your pussy stretch even further as you suck in his cock greedily, impatiently, silently begging for more. As if he could hear your plea, he begins to thrusts faster, harder. The bed creaks from the relentless pounding and your mind is on the brink of hysteria, teetering on the border of incoherency and lucidity. Small drips of drool soak into the pillowcase and your pupils dilate, reeling in and out of focus. Your eyelids unconsciously close as if you’re suddenly in a lethargic state. 

You shake out your trance when Yeonjun deliberately reduces the speed of his thrusts. Those lean fingers journey up your back, tracing over the soft skin. He gingerly winds his hips while his hands massage the dips and curves of your back. He works those palms in large circular motions feeling the smooth pores beneath his fingertips, trailing tender butterfly kisses down your spine, and you can’t help but shudder at his every touch. 

Suddenly, Yeonjun encloses a hand loosely around strands of your hair and mildly tugs. In a daze, you follow the pull of his motion and rise from the bed, settling onto his lap with a relieved sigh. He rests on the balls of his heels and you seat yourself onto his cock. You feel so full. You take deep breaths to collect yourself, bodies remaining still. With closed eyes, you loll your head back resting it against his shoulders. Within seconds, a moist tongue traces the side of your neck, and a roaming hand travels from your breast to the base of your abdomen. Yeonjun purrs against your skin, and you tremble under the rush of vibrations. He becomes greedier, biting and nipping at your neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of you. 

The release of your breath becomes heavier and heavier. You bask in the warmth emitting from his chest against your back. A low moan rips from his lips as you lift up before sliding down on his cock, riding him. You whirl your waist, grinding your hips lower, feeling the full extent of Yeonjun’s heat. The rise of your hips is slow. You ride his stiff member to oblivion and back, sinking your shoulders and parting your lips to allow a mesmeric moan to escape. You enjoy control, having the power to move fast or slow. 

Yeonjun reaches for your chin and turns your head. Your own palm finds the side of his neck as your lips meet in a sensual kiss which speaks more than any words ever could. Your friends could not have found anyone better for this, even if it was for something so exceedingly stupid. You break the kiss and open your eyes, piercing them into those irises of mocha. Your breaths are identical as you stare into each other’s souls with undeniable passion, connecting on a deeper level. Your intoxication knows no bounds as your conjoined bodies course like ripples in the vast sea. 

When you rotate your hips, Yeonjun assists your movements with his palms. He takes subtle whiffs of your hair and patterns your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head rolls down before resting against Yeonjun’s opposite shoulder. He flicks his tongue over the pristine skin, lapping and sucking marks onto your nape. It’s driving you to the brink of madness. The emotions stirring within are becoming impossible to withstand. Souls set ablaze, burning up in the rhapsody of your breaths and motions. 

Your hands crawl up the mattress and grab the sheets. Yeonjun straightens, rising from his heels and onto his knees following in your lead. You begin pushing back rabidly, serving yourself on his cock. You rock back and forth, and he allows you the leverage to do as you please. You need this.

An unsuspecting thrust from behind makes you lurch. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see the bite of a plush lip and mischievous eyes. Satin fingers dip under your body, connecting with your clit and begin stroking. The subtle pressure applied to the sensitive bundle is quickly making you lose control, those magic fingers of his knowing exactly what to do. His movements hasten, and your breath staggers over your moans. 

It soon becomes too much at one time, and your body shakes uncontrollably. Your eyes snap shut and you release staccatoed gasps, immersing yourself in the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced. Yeonjun lunges quickly chasing his own release, and it isn’t long before he's pouring his white substance inside the condom, basking in the feeling of your pulsating pussy around him. He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes as the intense orgasm tingles throughout his body. 

You feel weak and heavy, and when Yeonjun pulls out, you collapse onto the mattress panting for air. A soft peck lands on your forehead, and a small smile stretches across your face from the tender gesture. Yeonjun searches your eyes before he speaks, “You are wonderful, pretty baby.” 

“You too,” you exhale, admiring his beauty for the nth time tonight. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to share such an intimate moment with. Yeonjun was, is perfect, and you wonder how your friends even found or knew of such a treasure. There’s so much more you want to know of him, about him. A part of you even begins thinking this is the beginning of some picture-perfect relationship. How lucky, right? Never branching out only to fall in love at first sight? You could really stay here forever and wallow in the comfort of his presence. 

That is, until Yeonjun moves from the bed, tossing the condom away and going to his clothes to begin dressing himself. What? You quickly sit up, “W-Where are you going?”

“...Home,” Yeonjun answers, his tone much colder than how it was just minutes ago, almost foreign sounding.

“Wha- Can’t you stay?” you sound desperate, pleading, and you know it’s piteous, but even within these couple of hours, you feel like Yeonjun has woven a part of himself into you, into your heart, and he can’t just leave.

“I never stay, it’s against my policy.” 

Policy? “..What policy?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“If I stay, then that’ll mean this was more than just sex.” He answers strictly as he throws on his garments with his back to you. Oh. Right. Of course none of this meant anything to him. He’s just some worker hired by your friends, getting a job done. Yet, you still had some childish hope.. You’re grateful that Yeonjun can’t see the tears swelling in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away before he turns to look at you. 

“W-Will I ever see you again?” You try not to sound as pathetic as you feel, but you aren't sure whether it’s successful or not. There’s an ache in your chest and your stomach churns just thinking about never being able to see him again.

Yeonjun applies his jacket, “I don’t know…” there’s an emotion in his eyes, which you can’t decipher, “I have to go.” 

With that, you stifle your words. You have no right to ask Yeonjun to stay, you’ve only met less than a few hours ago, and after this newly found discovery, you assume that he must have a busy life. Being the kind of person he is, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a ‘fling’ or a ‘job’ or whatever the fuck this even was. You simply give the male a defeated, dejected nod, and Yeonjun places the extra room key your friends had given him on the end table before turning on his heels to leave. 

You really hate your friends right now…

For this. 

For this bullshit dare. 

For this bullshit night.

But you hate yourself even more for agreeing to do it; and being an oversensitive, naive fool.

When the click of the lock carries to your ears, you could instantly feel the swarm of emotions overtake you, but you refuse to cry. This was a dare, a quick and simple night of sex and nothing more. It was supposed to be a fun adult birthday, to serve as a stress relief; there should have never been attached emotions to someone you don't even know. But, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get a grip, nothing stops the profound wave of loneliness and hurt you feel in this very moment. You gave him a part of you, shared something so intimate, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. You should’ve waited. You shouldn’t have let yourself be pressured. Nothing could prepare you for the emotional consequences of this irrational decision. Surrendering to your lingering affection for Yeonjun, you ball up on the mattress and finally allow your tears to escape. 

However, when as you finally begin to calm yourself and come to terms with reality, there’s a familiar knock on the door of your hotel room.

yeonjun • f.reader // smut 18+, dubcon, sex worker!yeonjun, virgin!reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral both m and f receiving, dare sex or pressured sex, emotional!reader, little angsty at the end, strictly fiction

— Reader gets dared to lose her virginity, and her oh so courteous friends find just the perfect person to help. (6.7k)

You sit stiffly on your bed, a dark silky fabric wrapped around your head, depriving you of your vision entirely. The room is painfully silent, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as the sound of your shaky breaths and thundering heartbeat resound in your ears. The temperature seems to be rising as your nervousness grows, your jacket constricting your movements and becoming rather uncomfortable. You decide to remove the top article of clothing to ease some of the escalating anxiety, but, as expected, it doesn’t do much. You’re still high strung, extremely anxious of the fact that this is really happening, right here, right now.

When you had accepted this dare, you firmly believed it to be long forgotten by now. Your friends are often quite forgetful, and surely, you thought, they wouldn’t remember some rash challenge made at some random girls' night out. It had been an entire three months, after all! But you were wrong; your friends gleefully shoving you into a hotel room they had paid for on this special day, having you wait blindfolded for your ultimate birthday gift they so generously are providing.

Which is having someone to take your virginity.

Ridiculous? Quite.

But your social life has dwindled to the frequent exchange of text messages and occasional third wheeling. Your studies occupy most of your time. Love, sex, and relationships are things you’ve never really thought about. And for someone of your age, it’s rare to be completely lacking in that area. It just hasn’t been of importance to you, you’ve convinced yourself. But your friends had insisted you step away from the books, let loose a little, and most of all, get laid.

So here you are, waiting for an unknown man to arrive so the two of you can indulge yourselves in a sinful act. The rules of the dare are simple; have sex with the person they send in. An audacious, irresponsible dare indeed, but you trust that your friends will not send you someone disagreeable or unpleasant. And you suppose if the person isn’t to your liking, or you happen to get cold feet, you can simply refuse and back out of the dare. Your friends will most likely harp on you, of course, but what do you care? They’ll get over it eventually.

You sit on the bed in deafening silence, clenching and releasing your fists sequentially, feeling the numbness in your fingertips dull until you can feel again. Several minutes have passed, minutes that feel like an eternity, time seeming slower as you anticipate and abhor the person you’ll soon be engaging with. It’s actually causing you to become somewhat lightheaded. More time passes, and you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly jump off the bed when the rapping of knuckles on the door intersperses them.

Oh shit.

He’s here.

Swallowing thickly, you wipe your clammy hands onto your skirt, breathing picking up drastically in pace, the sound of the door unlocking and squeaking open like a bomb going off in the silent room. Steps, coming closer and closer, echo loudly in your ears as they approach. Your heart is beating wildly, all this time sitting in mental preparation having done absolutely nothing. You’re nervous to the core, a complete wreck, and you haven’t even seen the guy...

Your breath catches in your throat when the stranger’s fingers touch the edges of your blindfold, and the anticipation of who it is, of what they look like, of what’s about to happen... The black silk is slowly pulled away, and the first thing you’re greeted with are striking brown irises, staring at you with a lecherous gleam. There’s traces of surprise hidden behind thinly veiled amusement. Silently, your eyes devour the man; his smooth pale skin is shimmering from the faint bathroom lights shining in the main bedroom, and his hair is a dark, sandy blond, tousled in a somewhat messy-like manner, looking oh so soft and fluffy. The sexiness oozing from his stance gives him an air of promiscuity.

He’s purely lustrous.

The man smirks, and if that isn't the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is.

“Hi there,” a voice dripping with sensuality speaks. It’s tempting even, as undertones of confidence hang from the end of his words. “You must be Y/N.”

“Um, I‑I, uh...” you stutter hard, mind completely blanking, and throat constricting, unable to get any real words out. So, you stick to nodding in affirmation. Good start, Y/N, you think, mentally hitting yourself; this night is going to go great. If anyone is going to be running away, it’s going to be this man getting far the fuck away from your awkward ass. The boy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and you think it’s one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever been given. Too bad it’s probably just him finding your behavior ridiculous.

The man strolls away coolly, shoulders lightly dipping with each stride, his every step is attractive. You watch him in a trance‑like state, unaware of your curious, following eyes which linger on the stranger. He walks to the bathroom, shutting off the light and making the room black, returning to turn on the lamp atop the nightstand. And all of the sudden, he takes a knowing look over his shoulder, and you are quick to avert your line of sight. You are well aware you weren’t gifted with a sense of stealth, but you didn’t expect to be caught so openly gawking. The last thing you want is to be viewed as creepy.

The room is still sort of dark, the only source of light now glowing from the dim illumination of the lamp beside the bed.

The stranger removes his jacket with his back to you, and you can’t stop the sharp inhale when you see the muscle that accompany his back and arms; even the rest of his toned torso outlined through the seemingly thin fabric of his black tank top. Your mouth suddenly runs dry as if you’d just downed a glass of cotton balls, thoroughly parched and in need of water.

It then dawns on you that this gorgeous being does have a name, and your dumbass hasn’t even asked for that rather critical piece of information yet! Gathering the scattered pieces of your courage, you clear your throat before asking, “W‑What’s your name?”

The man turns and genuinely simpers this time and it’s just as dazzling as the smirk, if not better. “Yeonjun,” he answers and you being shy just nod your head, “Your friends have told me that you wanted to have some fun tonight. ‘Experiment on some new things.’ But you don’t strike me as the... type.”

You blush at that comment, embarrassed, turning your head to hide your reddening cheeks in shame. Is it obvious how… inexperienced (for lack of better words) you are? Who are you kidding, of course it is. You couldn’t even respond normally to your name. “They... kind of dared me to do this, insisting I need to branch out and get laid and I guess didn’t want to pass up on… that.”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he nods in understanding. “So... are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-Yes?” your attempts to sound sincere fail miserably, your answer sounding more like a question itself. “Yes,” you try again, “I am ready. So ready. Always ready. A-Are you?”

“Of course I am,” he answers smoothly, “With a girl as hot as you? I couldn’t be more excited.” As shallow as that may have sounded, the familiar heat rises in your cheeks again. Being called “hot” is a first. Most people find you more synonymous with ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’, but terms such as ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ have never been uttered when your name is mentioned. You’re far too lame to be called that. Maybe he’s joking. Is this all a joke? Are you just too naive to realize?

“Are you really sure?” you question again, biting your lip with uncertainty. “Like 100% certain? I know my friends; they can be pushy. Real pushy. So, we don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to—“

“Sweetheart, you do an awful lot of talking for someone who assures they’re so ready.” Yeonjun rolls up his shirt pulling it over his head with ease before tossing it on an armchair and your palms become sweaty. The sight of Yeonjun’s bare chest is quite intimidating. It’s like God himself decided to personally sculpt and tone this man to absolute perfection. “I’m actually starting to be convinced otherwise.” You look up and witness a tantalizing smile playing on the man’s plush lips.

You really need to learn when to just shut up.

He then leans in closer, your eyes immediately widening when his face becomes only inches away from yours, his eyes staring straight back, into your soul. “Now, be perfectly honest with me,” his tone is softer now, gentle even, “do you want to do this?”

Do you want to do this?

For years you’ve felt pressured to lose your virginity; all of your friends have had sex and you’re still some dumb virgin who’s “too prude” and “frigid” to be any fun. Losing your virginity is like a rite of passage; a vital step in everyone's coming-of-age experience: like kissing a stranger in a dark club, getting drunk at a party for the first time, or simply dating someone. You don’t want to be that girl anymore, the boring, loser friend who’s never taken even a step into the romantic side of life. Your friends have given you this rare opportunity, and you should be grateful and take it regardless of any possible consequences.

“Yes,” you nod, movement steady and voice confident this time, “I want to do this.”

“Are you positive? Don’t feel like you have to—“

“Who’s the one doing all the talking now?” you challenge, and a teasing smile is quick to appear on Yeonjun's lips once again as he leans back.

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

Your eyes look up at Yeonjun through curled eyelashes in anticipation. He brings his knees to the carpet in front of you, and then you nervously wipe your hands on your skirt again. Your mind begins to spin with different scenarios of what’s about to occur, eyes never leaving his face, but what you don’t expect is for Yeonjun to brush his fingertips, smooth and delicate, across the higher part of your cheek, a palm resting lower.

“Close your eyes.” Without questioning, without uttering a sound, you follow Yeonjun’s instructions aided by a strange sense of adventure. He leans in close, next to your ear, “I’m going to kiss you,” his voice is low and warm, inducing a tingle down your spine.

“Okay.” You sigh, and soft lips brush fluently against yours. They’re as lush as pillows, rubbing and moving in fluid motions that rapidly ripple throbs of arousal to your core. It’s suffocating as Yeonjun slips his tongue inside your mouth, pushing your lips apart with little effort. Your body involuntarily tilts back, but a hand sneaks around your nape and lithe fingers enfold around the narrow bridge. Your breath hitches before you relax into those fingers that massage your neck. You wonder just how Yeonjun knows this spot which kindles a flickering flame within.

The male draws back with a light smack of your lips, licking up the drool that hangs between. You pant as your eyelids open and lapse into a heated gaze.

“Now kiss me.” Yeonjun stares into your eyes, and you’re instantly drawn in by those brown orbs. Absentmindedly you lean forward as if there’s some sort of magnetic pull on your movements, and reconnect your lips with his, moaning into his mouth and gliding a hand into that messy mop of hair making it more chaotic. Your lips caress and nibble until they become unbearably swollen, and you’re both pining for air. “I see you’re warming up to me,” Yeonjun comments with a grin, standing from the ground and taking a seat in the chair where his shirt has previously been thrown.

“W-What do we do now?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers and gently gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Hm... I still need to know that you want this.” Yeonjun claims, and he leisurely reclines, maneuvering to a more comfortable position.

“What? But I already said— I do want this!” your eyes are bold, unwavering.

Yeonjun shrugs. “Then, show me.”

Oh.

You remain completely still, not entirely sure what to do. Literally no idea. Your mind isn’t functioning the way it should, and you’re completely lost. But the way Yeonjun focuses his gaze on you stirs something hidden deep within that makes you daring. You crave to be touched, to be held. And the person you long to feel against your skin is sitting a mere foot away, smirking as if he knows how irresistible he is.

And well... he is; irrevocably irresistible.

You reach for the hem of your shirt, and gradually raise the bottom over the top and off your body. Then, with a shaky hand, you reach for the clasps of your bra. Your clothing floats to the floor and small insecurities begin to prod at your mind. What if he’s not satisfied? What if he hates the way you look?

Yet, when Yeonjun’s eyes greedily scour your body, a boosted feeling of confidence pulsates in your chest. He doesn’t seem repulsed or anything of that nature. Quite the opposite, actually; he looks incredibly aroused, which turns you on even more.

“That all?” Yeonjun’s voice snaps you from your reverie.

You shake your head and stand to your feet. You strip yourself of your skirt and panties, now in your full naked glory. Those chocolate orbs roam over your body shamelessly, burning holes into your skin, heating you with desire and lust. A deep part of yourself is already growing to love this.

“I’m almost convinced,” Yeonjun states, remaining relaxed in his seat.

“What else should I do?”

There’s a playful gleam that crosses Yeonjun's eyes, “Do you trust me?”

With a question like that, you think maybe you shouldn’t trust Yeonjun. He is a stranger, afterall. Some random guy you just met minutes ago. But regardless of all that, you do trust him. There’s something inviting about this man sitting in front of you. And well, you’re already completely naked in front of him so you may as well continue, “Yes.”

“Then,” Yeonjun shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers, “close your eyes, and do as I say.” 

“Okay.” You close your eyes and train your ears for Yeonjun’s voice. 

“Let’s start with something simple, lie down on the bed.” 

Simple. Nothing about this is simple. The bed shallowly sinks as your body wanders over the satin sheets, which rub against your heated skin in the most eloquent way. You lie your back on the king sized bed, your limbs splayed out kind of dumbly. You begin to feel extremely exposed, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling… just unusual. Although it makes you nervous, you revel in knowing that Yeonjun is watching, observing your every move.

“Now,” You lightly jump at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice suddenly much closer than you anticipated, flinching when the scorching tips of his fingers graze over your nipples. He’s touching you. And having no idea where he’ll touch next just escalates your arousal, “people say that touch is very intimate and the fingers are sensitive, do you agree?” Yeonjun’s voice is softer now.

“...yes.” 

“Then, touch yourself.” Yeonjun demands. 

You hesitate. This is actually quite a big step to take, but you can’t let your fear ruin this. For you or Yeonjun. Thinking long and hard about how you want to go about this, you start with your fingers slowly crawling up your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching and playing with your nipples. Soon you get wrapped up in how just doing this already makes you feel so good, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel yourself up. 

And then, you feel a finger skim over your inner thigh. You let out a sharp inhale, “What are you-”

“Keep going.” Yeonjun’s voice is closer this time, almost directly above you. You oblige his words, continuing to toy with your body. Every time you fondle your breasts, there are fleeting grazes from the mellow pads of Yeonjun’s fingers lingering on your skin, teasing and galvanizing. They leave a fire in their wake, marking you in areas you’ve never been touched before.

And soon, this attention to your chest isn’t enough, you want more, need more. You lower one of your hands down the length of your body, fingers diving into the sacred valley between your thighs and languidly begin stroking. 

“Just like that, Y/N.” Yeonjun urges, praisingly. 

You shudder from the whisk of breath beside your ear. It’s like Yeonjun is playing a game with you. His soundless footsteps make it impossible for you to know his location within the suite. It’s exciting and maddening all at the same time. While stroking between your wettened folds, rubbing circles around and on your clit, your breath releases in short bursts of air. It feels so good, better than ever before, this whole scenario still so surreal. You so badly want to open your eyes and see where Yeonjun is standing and exactly what he’s doing, but your curiosities are answered soon enough when you feel a palm come atop your own hand.

“I’ll take over from here.” Yeonjun speaks faintly, the bed dipping as he moves in closer. You comply easily, retreating your hand and letting him replace it with his. Yeonjun’s lithe fingers slide up and down your slit, sending your mind in an absolute frenzy. He skillfully toys with your bundle of nerves, and it feels so good, too good, successfully working you up more and more. “Open your eyes.” You do so immediately, and are instantly met with the hooded gaze of Yeonjun’s, settled right in front of you… or rather, your legs. With eyes trained on him, you watch as his head dips down in between your parted thighs, until lips begin pressing light kisses on your burning skin, treading closer and closer to your desire. Oh God. You can’t keep a loud moan from escaping your mouth as his slippery tongue eagerly coasts along your folds. Your hands immediately fly into his hair, and whether it was to pull him away in morbid embarrassment or push him closer in complete and utter carnal desire is unbeknownst to you. Everything is so hot, so feverish, and so fucking good; you feel like you're floating away in ecstasy as Yeonjun moves his mouth around, licking, sucking, nibbling on your pussy in all the right ways.

Pulling away completely, he slides his fingers up, rubbing them over your cunt before diving in once again, moaning purposely for more saliva. The wet squelches of his movements pervade the air as he polishes your pussy in generous amounts of saliva, slicking you up profusely. The entirety of your body quakes from the zealous oral menstruation, and you continue to involuntarily mewl and moan when Yeonjun’s pretty, perfect nose stresses against your clit as he practically tongue fucks you. The silk sheets crumple in your palms as your toes curl from the unyielding influxes of stinging sensations surging through your body. Your hands the move press him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing his head as pleasure begins to consume you. 

“I’m…I-I’m-” you heave, unable to get your words out properly, eyes glossy with ardor. Yeonjun continues vigorously moving his mouth, placing a palm on your navel to hold your squirming body down. He sucks and sips, eating out you with much vigor. He delivers low hums sending vibrations resonating to your gut and that’s all it takes. Within moments, you’re violently trembling, vision going white as your mind blanks out in complete rapture. Yeonjun continues lapping you up with his tongue and thoroughly extending your orgasm. When he pulls up, you watch in pure marvel as his adam’s apple bounces from a thick swallow, his tongue sweeping over those soft sinful lips leaving a moist luster on them. You must be going insane because all you want to do is kiss those lips despite him having just finished eating you out.

As if Yeonjun knows what you're thinking, he moves up to seize your lips. You inhale his tongue, tasting the remnants of your fluids which have a somewhat odd tang, yet, it doesn't bother you at all. You shamelessly whine when he withdraws, and you chase after the male by leaning forward. You briefly peck his lips before relenting back into the mattress. There’s an addiction to kissing Yeonjun that’s quickly brewing, and you don’t care how clearly it shows. He peers down at you, “Now onto something more daring.”

“I have an idea,” you pant, maneuvering to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“Enlighten me,” Yeonjun stares at you intensely, making you feel shy all over again.

“U-Um…you touch yourself,” you dare him to do the same, and Yeonjun conivingly grins. 

“As you wish.” He backs away from the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, and when his body straightens, revealing his cock, you audibly gulp. Yeonjun is downright exquisite and so astonishingly beautiful in his nudity, you are actually beginning to lose your mind. A large palm cloaks his cock, and he begins stroking himself directly in front of your face. Your eyes are trained of the fluency of his fingers. How they flow over the flaps of skin rippling down his shaft. The tip leaks and Yeonjun is quick to wipe it up with his fingers and paint it down his member. Your breath mimics his as you fall into a trance by the motions of his hands. The faint gasps spilling from his lips are alluring, drawing you in deeper until you desire to touch. 

You ache to bring Yeonjun such unimaginable pleasure, just as he did for you.

“I want… to touch you,” you look up at the pretty boy with eyes of yearning. 

“Only touch?” Yeonjun exhales, rubbing himself facilely. He takes a drip of precum on his finger and pushes it to your awaiting lips. You part them, allowing the cum stained digit inside of your mouth. It’s pleasant, savory like honey; thick and sweet on your tongue and God you want more. You eagerly lap, making sure to lick over his finger diligently, leaving nothing behind. Piercing into your feverish gaze, Yeonjun removes his finger and mingles your saliva with his own. Inching forward, he prompts you to take a hold of his cock, and you do just that. The stiffness of his cock is surprising. It’s rigid within your palm, rock solid and pulsing. While maintaining eye contact, you begin stroking at an even pace flitting your thumb over the head for a little tease. He bites his lip, lightly spasming from the leveled strokes.

Oh how you enjoy seeing Yeonjun like this, succumbing to your touch. It’s undeniably pleasing, and you only want to take things further. Dampening your lips, you give the tip an experimental lick. He shivers, and you smirk. You proceed to go deeper, attempting to take more into your mouth, but you’ve never done this before and Yeonjun here is well endowed. You gradually begin bobbing your head while using a palm to stroke the flesh your mouth couldn’t quite reach. He persuasively cards a hand through your soft hair as a form of praise and it serves to compel you into being dauntless.

Yeonjun’s length is dense and thick, filling your mouth to the brim and suffocating you. The lack of oxygen pools tears in your eyes, and you gasp for slithers of air around his girth. With those almond shaped orbs looking down at you so earnestly, you couldn’t bear to look away nor could you give in. Continuing your tour, you coat his shaft even more to make the blowjob smoother. 

Refusing to swallow spit, you bob faster until Yeonjun’s moans rain down like a shower. One grunt in particular quirks your brow in satisfaction. His furrowed brows and other visual cues signal his impending release. Only now do you close your eyes, trying your absolute best to bring him pure euphoria with your mouth. And soon, Yeonjun scatterly spurts his load into the depths of your throat. 

The tears which you’ve been holding in begin to stream down your cheeks. An involuntarily hard gulp makes you gag on the rich amount of cum that drags down your throat due to its viscosity. Yeonjun’s chest rises and drops sporadically, and you take great pride in knowing it was because of you. Those tears soon find the end of their journey by the sweep of his thumb. He wipes them from your face before traveling his finger lower, “those precious lips… so good.” he says, outlining your mouth in awe. 

“T-Thanks,” you whisper, elated.

“You ready for more?” 

“Please.” You know you sound pleading, but you don’t care anymore. You’ve never coveted someone this immensely before. You want to lose yourself in Yeonjun, to be consumed in everything that pertains to this enchanting man standing centimeters from you. 

“Lay back and spread your legs wide, pretty baby,” You don't waste any time lying back and opening yourself right up, “don’t move.” His palm spreads your folds and you’re anticipating what’s to come. Without giving any notification, two fingers slip inside your cunt and you jerk in surprise. They stretch your contracted tunnel, probing at your velvety insides, thrusting in and out with hurried movements. You mewl loudly, and you’re a little embarrassed by the high volume of your voice. It feels so damn good, and you can’t prevent the lusty wail from escaping. The intensity of the spasms convulsing through your body weakens your arm, and you collapse back onto the mattress. Your body tremors in the most pleasant way. You want more, so much more. 

Yet, in the very next moment, the movement instantly ceases and you can’t help but whimper when he removes his hand. What the hell?

Then, Yeonjun teases his cock between your folds and nestles against the sensitive flesh, “I told you not to move,” there’s a taunting tone to his words. You whine, turning your face into the sheets. You hunger for more of the foreplay, not nearly having enough of his long, dexterous fingers inside, fucking you so so good. But honestly, this is fine, too. Yeonjun glides his cock along your sopping slit, not entering, and you’re one tick away from spiraling into madness from the evident teasing. And then, the warmth of his cock disappears, and you immediately mourn its absence.

You turn your head to find Yeonjun picking up his jeans. The male grabs a condom and small bottle of lube from the pocket, and he tosses the pants on the floor before turning back to you. He tears open the packet, skillfully rolling the condom on and thoroughly lubes himself while moving closer to the bed. The swollen muscle curves to the right ever so slightly and you love the appetizing sight. You could honestly stare at Yeonjun’s hard dick all day and never tire of it. In fact, you want to taste it again, and purposely swallow in search of any remnants of his sweet nectar on your tongue.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Please,” you answer, and position yourself at the center of the bed following the guidance of his hand. Ripping the sheets back, Yeonjun climbs onto the mattress and it dips where his knees meet the spring. You lie on your back with a pillow propped underneath your head, and Yeonjun hovers over your body. The curtain of your thighs is slowly opened, and the handsome male aligns his cock with your pussy. 

He enters steadily, pushing himself inside your tight cunt. A moan falls from his lips at the blissful tautness that welcomes his cock ravenously. Your eyes squeeze shut from the harsh pang. It kind of hurts. No, actually, it hurts quite a lot. It’s much more pressure than you could have imagined. Yeonjun doesn’t move however, waiting patiently for you to calm down and give him a sign to continue. Can he get any more perfect?

Weakly nodding, you eventually signal him to move. Yeonjun gingerly pulls out before pushing inside. He lowers his head, taking your lips with his own to serve as a distraction from the pain below. His hips move rhythmically in smooth uniform motions until your stifled sobs transform into quiet gasps of pleasure. Your eyes gradually open and you’re met with the glistening strands of his hair hanging flaccidly from his forehead. The opaque beams of the lamp bask his body in a dusky shade of marigold, giving his skin a dashing warm glow. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hand reaches around Yeonjun’s nape, and you yank him down smashing your lips back together. You hum into his mouth and he responds the same while picking up pace. His body rolls with the forward snap of his hips, each lunge sending your body jolting upward. Quickly, you plant the flat of your palms behind you on the headboard and grind down into the thrusts, applying very nice pressure. Yeonjun drives in harder, deeper and you don't relent, pushing against the headboard to keep yourself from moving further up the mattress. Holy shit.

He slows his movements before he sucks on your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling. He fervidly shoves his tongue inside, and you respond by lifting your hips from the bed. Yeonjun hurriedly takes hold of those insatiable hips, caressing the skin and guiding your motions to match the flow of his thrusts. 

The two of you continue until blaring sounds of skin slapping span across the room as lustful blown orbs stare at one another in deep yearning and unrelenting desire. You can feel Yeonjun’s girth stretch you tremendously, filling you up profoundly until you feel complete and utter bliss. You don't ever want this to stop, ever, writhing in pleasure under his intense thrusts of passion. Every time he pulls out, you long for him to push back inside, quicker, faster. It’s not enough. You’re not close enough to him, even though there’s already no distance between you. Those magical fingers haven’t touched you enough, even though his hands have explored every facet of your body. You still lust for more. 

Without a word, Yeonjun slips out, “Turn over,” he says with an airy breath. He backs away, and you hastily rotate onto your knees, the side of your face planting onto the pillow. His palms find their place on your waist, and he doesn’t waste any time before sliding inside once more. Your fingers curl around the white satin sheets, firmly gripping at the fabric as he begins pistoning into you from behind.

Yeonjun groans with every rapid thrust, and you gulp in the way of a shallow hiccup. He could feel the tightness of your pussy stretch even further as you suck in his cock greedily, impatiently, silently begging for more. As if he could hear your plea, he begins to thrusts faster, harder. The bed creaks from the relentless pounding and your mind is on the brink of hysteria, teetering on the border of incoherency and lucidity. Small drips of drool soak into the pillowcase and your pupils dilate, reeling in and out of focus. Your eyelids unconsciously close as if you’re suddenly in a lethargic state. 

You shake out your trance when Yeonjun deliberately reduces the speed of his thrusts. Those lean fingers journey up your back, tracing over the soft skin. He gingerly winds his hips while his hands massage the dips and curves of your back. He works those palms in large circular motions feeling the smooth pores beneath his fingertips, trailing tender butterfly kisses down your spine, and you can’t help but shudder at his every touch. 

Suddenly, Yeonjun encloses a hand loosely around strands of your hair and mildly tugs. In a daze, you follow the pull of his motion and rise from the bed, settling onto his lap with a relieved sigh. He rests on the balls of his heels and you seat yourself onto his cock. You feel so full. You take deep breaths to collect yourself, bodies remaining still. With closed eyes, you loll your head back resting it against his shoulders. Within seconds, a moist tongue traces the side of your neck, and a roaming hand travels from your breast to the base of your abdomen. Yeonjun purrs against your skin, and you tremble under the rush of vibrations. He becomes greedier, biting and nipping at your neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of you. 

The release of your breath becomes heavier and heavier. You bask in the warmth emitting from his chest against your back. A low moan rips from his lips as you lift up before sliding down on his cock, riding him. You whirl your waist, grinding your hips lower, feeling the full extent of Yeonjun’s heat. The rise of your hips is slow. You ride his stiff member to oblivion and back, sinking your shoulders and parting your lips to allow a mesmeric moan to escape. You enjoy control, having the power to move fast or slow. 

Yeonjun reaches for your chin and turns your head. Your own palm finds the side of his neck as your lips meet in a sensual kiss which speaks more than any words ever could. Your friends could not have found anyone better for this, even if it was for something so exceedingly stupid. You break the kiss and open your eyes, piercing them into those irises of mocha. Your breaths are identical as you stare into each other’s souls with undeniable passion, connecting on a deeper level. Your intoxication knows no bounds as your conjoined bodies course like ripples in the vast sea. 

When you rotate your hips, Yeonjun assists your movements with his palms. He takes subtle whiffs of your hair and patterns your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head rolls down before resting against Yeonjun’s opposite shoulder. He flicks his tongue over the pristine skin, lapping and sucking marks onto your nape. It’s driving you to the brink of madness. The emotions stirring within are becoming impossible to withstand. Souls set ablaze, burning up in the rhapsody of your breaths and motions. 

Your hands crawl up the mattress and grab the sheets. Yeonjun straightens, rising from his heels and onto his knees following in your lead. You begin pushing back rabidly, serving yourself on his cock. You rock back and forth, and he allows you the leverage to do as you please. You need this.

An unsuspecting thrust from behind makes you lurch. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see the bite of a plush lip and mischievous eyes. Satin fingers dip under your body, connecting with your clit and begin stroking. The subtle pressure applied to the sensitive bundle is quickly making you lose control, those magic fingers of his knowing exactly what to do. His movements hasten, and your breath staggers over your moans. 

It soon becomes too much at one time, and your body shakes uncontrollably. Your eyes snap shut and you release staccatoed gasps, immersing yourself in the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced. Yeonjun lunges quickly chasing his own release, and it isn’t long before he's pouring his white substance inside the condom, basking in the feeling of your pulsating pussy around him. He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes as the intense orgasm tingles throughout his body. 

You feel weak and heavy, and when Yeonjun pulls out, you collapse onto the mattress panting for air. A soft peck lands on your forehead, and a small smile stretches across your face from the tender gesture. Yeonjun searches your eyes before he speaks, “You are wonderful, pretty baby.” 

“You too,” you exhale, admiring his beauty for the nth time tonight. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to share such an intimate moment with. Yeonjun was, is perfect, and you wonder how your friends even found or knew of such a treasure. There’s so much more you want to know of him, about him. A part of you even begins thinking this is the beginning of some picture-perfect relationship. How lucky, right? Never branching out only to fall in love at first sight? You could really stay here forever and wallow in the comfort of his presence. 

That is, until Yeonjun moves from the bed, tossing the condom away and going to his clothes to begin dressing himself. What? You quickly sit up, “W-Where are you going?”

“...Home,” Yeonjun answers, his tone much colder than how it was just minutes ago, almost foreign sounding.

“Wha- Can’t you stay?” you sound desperate, pleading, and you know it’s piteous, but even within these couple of hours, you feel like Yeonjun has woven a part of himself into you, into your heart, and he can’t just leave.

“I never stay, it’s against my policy.” 

Policy? “..What policy?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“If I stay, then that’ll mean this was more than just sex.” He answers strictly as he throws on his garments with his back to you. Oh. Right. Of course none of this meant anything to him. He’s just some worker hired by your friends, getting a job done. Yet, you still had some childish hope.. You’re grateful that Yeonjun can’t see the tears swelling in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away before he turns to look at you. 

“W-Will I ever see you again?” You try not to sound as pathetic as you feel, but you aren't sure whether it’s successful or not. There’s an ache in your chest and your stomach churns just thinking about never being able to see him again.

Yeonjun applies his jacket, “I don’t know…” there’s an emotion in his eyes, which you can’t decipher, “I have to go.” 

With that, you stifle your words. You have no right to ask Yeonjun to stay, you’ve only met less than a few hours ago, and after this newly found discovery, you assume that he must have a busy life. Being the kind of person he is, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a ‘fling’ or a ‘job’ or whatever the fuck this even was. You simply give the male a defeated, dejected nod, and Yeonjun places the extra room key your friends had given him on the end table before turning on his heels to leave. 

You really hate your friends right now…

For this. 

For this bullshit dare. 

For this bullshit night.

But you hate yourself even more for agreeing to do it; and being an oversensitive, naive fool.

When the click of the lock carries to your ears, you could instantly feel the swarm of emotions overtake you, but you refuse to cry. This was a dare, a quick and simple night of sex and nothing more. It was supposed to be a fun adult birthday, to serve as a stress relief; there should have never been attached emotions to someone you don't even know. But, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get a grip, nothing stops the profound wave of loneliness and hurt you feel in this very moment. You gave him a part of you, shared something so intimate, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. You should’ve waited. You shouldn’t have let yourself be pressured. Nothing could prepare you for the emotional consequences of this irrational decision. Surrendering to your lingering affection for Yeonjun, you ball up on the mattress and finally allow your tears to escape. 

However, when as you finally begin to calm yourself and come to terms with reality, there’s a familiar knock on the door of your hotel room.

yeonjun • f.reader // smut 18+, dubcon, sex worker!yeonjun, virgin!reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral both m and f receiving, dare sex or pressured sex, emotional!reader, little angsty at the end, strictly fiction

— Reader gets dared to lose her virginity, and her oh so courteous friends find just the perfect person to help. (6.7k)

You sit stiffly on your bed, a dark silky fabric wrapped around your head, depriving you of your vision entirely. The room is painfully silent, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as the sound of your shaky breaths and thundering heartbeat resound in your ears. The temperature seems to be rising as your nervousness grows, your jacket constricting your movements and becoming rather uncomfortable. You decide to remove the top article of clothing to ease some of the escalating anxiety, but, as expected, it doesn’t do much. You’re still high strung, extremely anxious of the fact that this is really happening, right here, right now.

When you had accepted this dare, you firmly believed it to be long forgotten by now. Your friends are often quite forgetful, and surely, you thought, they wouldn’t remember some rash challenge made at some random girls' night out. It had been an entire three months, after all! But you were wrong; your friends gleefully shoving you into a hotel room they had paid for on this special day, having you wait blindfolded for your ultimate birthday gift they so generously are providing.

Which is having someone to take your virginity.

Ridiculous? Quite.

But your social life has dwindled to the frequent exchange of text messages and occasional third wheeling. Your studies occupy most of your time. Love, sex, and relationships are things you’ve never really thought about. And for someone of your age, it’s rare to be completely lacking in that area. It just hasn’t been of importance to you, you’ve convinced yourself. But your friends had insisted you step away from the books, let loose a little, and most of all, get laid.

So here you are, waiting for an unknown man to arrive so the two of you can indulge yourselves in a sinful act. The rules of the dare are simple; have sex with the person they send in. An audacious, irresponsible dare indeed, but you trust that your friends will not send you someone disagreeable or unpleasant. And you suppose if the person isn’t to your liking, or you happen to get cold feet, you can simply refuse and back out of the dare. Your friends will most likely harp on you, of course, but what do you care? They’ll get over it eventually.

You sit on the bed in deafening silence, clenching and releasing your fists sequentially, feeling the numbness in your fingertips dull until you can feel again. Several minutes have passed, minutes that feel like an eternity, time seeming slower as you anticipate and abhor the person you’ll soon be engaging with. It’s actually causing you to become somewhat lightheaded. More time passes, and you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly jump off the bed when the rapping of knuckles on the door intersperses them.

Oh shit.

He’s here.

Swallowing thickly, you wipe your clammy hands onto your skirt, breathing picking up drastically in pace, the sound of the door unlocking and squeaking open like a bomb going off in the silent room. Steps, coming closer and closer, echo loudly in your ears as they approach. Your heart is beating wildly, all this time sitting in mental preparation having done absolutely nothing. You’re nervous to the core, a complete wreck, and you haven’t even seen the guy...

Your breath catches in your throat when the stranger’s fingers touch the edges of your blindfold, and the anticipation of who it is, of what they look like, of what’s about to happen... The black silk is slowly pulled away, and the first thing you’re greeted with are striking brown irises, staring at you with a lecherous gleam. There’s traces of surprise hidden behind thinly veiled amusement. Silently, your eyes devour the man; his smooth pale skin is shimmering from the faint bathroom lights shining in the main bedroom, and his hair is a dark, sandy blond, tousled in a somewhat messy-like manner, looking oh so soft and fluffy. The sexiness oozing from his stance gives him an air of promiscuity.

He’s purely lustrous.

The man smirks, and if that isn't the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is.

“Hi there,” a voice dripping with sensuality speaks. It’s tempting even, as undertones of confidence hang from the end of his words. “You must be Y/N.”

“Um, I‑I, uh...” you stutter hard, mind completely blanking, and throat constricting, unable to get any real words out. So, you stick to nodding in affirmation. Good start, Y/N, you think, mentally hitting yourself; this night is going to go great. If anyone is going to be running away, it’s going to be this man getting far the fuck away from your awkward ass. The boy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and you think it’s one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever been given. Too bad it’s probably just him finding your behavior ridiculous.

The man strolls away coolly, shoulders lightly dipping with each stride, his every step is attractive. You watch him in a trance‑like state, unaware of your curious, following eyes which linger on the stranger. He walks to the bathroom, shutting off the light and making the room black, returning to turn on the lamp atop the nightstand. And all of the sudden, he takes a knowing look over his shoulder, and you are quick to avert your line of sight. You are well aware you weren’t gifted with a sense of stealth, but you didn’t expect to be caught so openly gawking. The last thing you want is to be viewed as creepy.

The room is still sort of dark, the only source of light now glowing from the dim illumination of the lamp beside the bed.

The stranger removes his jacket with his back to you, and you can’t stop the sharp inhale when you see the muscle that accompany his back and arms; even the rest of his toned torso outlined through the seemingly thin fabric of his black tank top. Your mouth suddenly runs dry as if you’d just downed a glass of cotton balls, thoroughly parched and in need of water.

It then dawns on you that this gorgeous being does have a name, and your dumbass hasn’t even asked for that rather critical piece of information yet! Gathering the scattered pieces of your courage, you clear your throat before asking, “W‑What’s your name?”

The man turns and genuinely simpers this time and it’s just as dazzling as the smirk, if not better. “Yeonjun,” he answers and you being shy just nod your head, “Your friends have told me that you wanted to have some fun tonight. ‘Experiment on some new things.’ But you don’t strike me as the... type.”

You blush at that comment, embarrassed, turning your head to hide your reddening cheeks in shame. Is it obvious how… inexperienced (for lack of better words) you are? Who are you kidding, of course it is. You couldn’t even respond normally to your name. “They... kind of dared me to do this, insisting I need to branch out and get laid and I guess didn’t want to pass up on… that.”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he nods in understanding. “So... are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-Yes?” your attempts to sound sincere fail miserably, your answer sounding more like a question itself. “Yes,” you try again, “I am ready. So ready. Always ready. A-Are you?”

“Of course I am,” he answers smoothly, “With a girl as hot as you? I couldn’t be more excited.” As shallow as that may have sounded, the familiar heat rises in your cheeks again. Being called “hot” is a first. Most people find you more synonymous with ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’, but terms such as ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ have never been uttered when your name is mentioned. You’re far too lame to be called that. Maybe he’s joking. Is this all a joke? Are you just too naive to realize?

“Are you really sure?” you question again, biting your lip with uncertainty. “Like 100% certain? I know my friends; they can be pushy. Real pushy. So, we don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to—“

“Sweetheart, you do an awful lot of talking for someone who assures they’re so ready.” Yeonjun rolls up his shirt pulling it over his head with ease before tossing it on an armchair and your palms become sweaty. The sight of Yeonjun’s bare chest is quite intimidating. It’s like God himself decided to personally sculpt and tone this man to absolute perfection. “I’m actually starting to be convinced otherwise.” You look up and witness a tantalizing smile playing on the man’s plush lips.

You really need to learn when to just shut up.

He then leans in closer, your eyes immediately widening when his face becomes only inches away from yours, his eyes staring straight back, into your soul. “Now, be perfectly honest with me,” his tone is softer now, gentle even, “do you want to do this?”

Do you want to do this?

For years you’ve felt pressured to lose your virginity; all of your friends have had sex and you’re still some dumb virgin who’s “too prude” and “frigid” to be any fun. Losing your virginity is like a rite of passage; a vital step in everyone's coming-of-age experience: like kissing a stranger in a dark club, getting drunk at a party for the first time, or simply dating someone. You don’t want to be that girl anymore, the boring, loser friend who’s never taken even a step into the romantic side of life. Your friends have given you this rare opportunity, and you should be grateful and take it regardless of any possible consequences.

“Yes,” you nod, movement steady and voice confident this time, “I want to do this.”

“Are you positive? Don’t feel like you have to—“

“Who’s the one doing all the talking now?” you challenge, and a teasing smile is quick to appear on Yeonjun's lips once again as he leans back.

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

Your eyes look up at Yeonjun through curled eyelashes in anticipation. He brings his knees to the carpet in front of you, and then you nervously wipe your hands on your skirt again. Your mind begins to spin with different scenarios of what’s about to occur, eyes never leaving his face, but what you don’t expect is for Yeonjun to brush his fingertips, smooth and delicate, across the higher part of your cheek, a palm resting lower.

“Close your eyes.” Without questioning, without uttering a sound, you follow Yeonjun’s instructions aided by a strange sense of adventure. He leans in close, next to your ear, “I’m going to kiss you,” his voice is low and warm, inducing a tingle down your spine.

“Okay.” You sigh, and soft lips brush fluently against yours. They’re as lush as pillows, rubbing and moving in fluid motions that rapidly ripple throbs of arousal to your core. It’s suffocating as Yeonjun slips his tongue inside your mouth, pushing your lips apart with little effort. Your body involuntarily tilts back, but a hand sneaks around your nape and lithe fingers enfold around the narrow bridge. Your breath hitches before you relax into those fingers that massage your neck. You wonder just how Yeonjun knows this spot which kindles a flickering flame within.

The male draws back with a light smack of your lips, licking up the drool that hangs between. You pant as your eyelids open and lapse into a heated gaze.

“Now kiss me.” Yeonjun stares into your eyes, and you’re instantly drawn in by those brown orbs. Absentmindedly you lean forward as if there’s some sort of magnetic pull on your movements, and reconnect your lips with his, moaning into his mouth and gliding a hand into that messy mop of hair making it more chaotic. Your lips caress and nibble until they become unbearably swollen, and you’re both pining for air. “I see you’re warming up to me,” Yeonjun comments with a grin, standing from the ground and taking a seat in the chair where his shirt has previously been thrown.

“W-What do we do now?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers and gently gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Hm... I still need to know that you want this.” Yeonjun claims, and he leisurely reclines, maneuvering to a more comfortable position.

“What? But I already said— I do want this!” your eyes are bold, unwavering.

Yeonjun shrugs. “Then, show me.”

Oh.

You remain completely still, not entirely sure what to do. Literally no idea. Your mind isn’t functioning the way it should, and you’re completely lost. But the way Yeonjun focuses his gaze on you stirs something hidden deep within that makes you daring. You crave to be touched, to be held. And the person you long to feel against your skin is sitting a mere foot away, smirking as if he knows how irresistible he is.

And well... he is; irrevocably irresistible.

You reach for the hem of your shirt, and gradually raise the bottom over the top and off your body. Then, with a shaky hand, you reach for the clasps of your bra. Your clothing floats to the floor and small insecurities begin to prod at your mind. What if he’s not satisfied? What if he hates the way you look?

Yet, when Yeonjun’s eyes greedily scour your body, a boosted feeling of confidence pulsates in your chest. He doesn’t seem repulsed or anything of that nature. Quite the opposite, actually; he looks incredibly aroused, which turns you on even more.

“That all?” Yeonjun’s voice snaps you from your reverie.

You shake your head and stand to your feet. You strip yourself of your skirt and panties, now in your full naked glory. Those chocolate orbs roam over your body shamelessly, burning holes into your skin, heating you with desire and lust. A deep part of yourself is already growing to love this.

“I’m almost convinced,” Yeonjun states, remaining relaxed in his seat.

“What else should I do?”

There’s a playful gleam that crosses Yeonjun's eyes, “Do you trust me?”

With a question like that, you think maybe you shouldn’t trust Yeonjun. He is a stranger, afterall. Some random guy you just met minutes ago. But regardless of all that, you do trust him. There’s something inviting about this man sitting in front of you. And well, you’re already completely naked in front of him so you may as well continue, “Yes.”

“Then,” Yeonjun shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers, “close your eyes, and do as I say.” 

“Okay.” You close your eyes and train your ears for Yeonjun’s voice. 

“Let’s start with something simple, lie down on the bed.” 

Simple. Nothing about this is simple. The bed shallowly sinks as your body wanders over the satin sheets, which rub against your heated skin in the most eloquent way. You lie your back on the king sized bed, your limbs splayed out kind of dumbly. You begin to feel extremely exposed, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling… just unusual. Although it makes you nervous, you revel in knowing that Yeonjun is watching, observing your every move.

“Now,” You lightly jump at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice suddenly much closer than you anticipated, flinching when the scorching tips of his fingers graze over your nipples. He’s touching you. And having no idea where he’ll touch next just escalates your arousal, “people say that touch is very intimate and the fingers are sensitive, do you agree?” Yeonjun’s voice is softer now.

“...yes.” 

“Then, touch yourself.” Yeonjun demands. 

You hesitate. This is actually quite a big step to take, but you can’t let your fear ruin this. For you or Yeonjun. Thinking long and hard about how you want to go about this, you start with your fingers slowly crawling up your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching and playing with your nipples. Soon you get wrapped up in how just doing this already makes you feel so good, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel yourself up. 

And then, you feel a finger skim over your inner thigh. You let out a sharp inhale, “What are you-”

“Keep going.” Yeonjun’s voice is closer this time, almost directly above you. You oblige his words, continuing to toy with your body. Every time you fondle your breasts, there are fleeting grazes from the mellow pads of Yeonjun’s fingers lingering on your skin, teasing and galvanizing. They leave a fire in their wake, marking you in areas you’ve never been touched before.

And soon, this attention to your chest isn’t enough, you want more, need more. You lower one of your hands down the length of your body, fingers diving into the sacred valley between your thighs and languidly begin stroking. 

“Just like that, Y/N.” Yeonjun urges, praisingly. 

You shudder from the whisk of breath beside your ear. It’s like Yeonjun is playing a game with you. His soundless footsteps make it impossible for you to know his location within the suite. It’s exciting and maddening all at the same time. While stroking between your wettened folds, rubbing circles around and on your clit, your breath releases in short bursts of air. It feels so good, better than ever before, this whole scenario still so surreal. You so badly want to open your eyes and see where Yeonjun is standing and exactly what he’s doing, but your curiosities are answered soon enough when you feel a palm come atop your own hand.

“I’ll take over from here.” Yeonjun speaks faintly, the bed dipping as he moves in closer. You comply easily, retreating your hand and letting him replace it with his. Yeonjun’s lithe fingers slide up and down your slit, sending your mind in an absolute frenzy. He skillfully toys with your bundle of nerves, and it feels so good, too good, successfully working you up more and more. “Open your eyes.” You do so immediately, and are instantly met with the hooded gaze of Yeonjun’s, settled right in front of you… or rather, your legs. With eyes trained on him, you watch as his head dips down in between your parted thighs, until lips begin pressing light kisses on your burning skin, treading closer and closer to your desire. Oh God. You can’t keep a loud moan from escaping your mouth as his slippery tongue eagerly coasts along your folds. Your hands immediately fly into his hair, and whether it was to pull him away in morbid embarrassment or push him closer in complete and utter carnal desire is unbeknownst to you. Everything is so hot, so feverish, and so fucking good; you feel like you're floating away in ecstasy as Yeonjun moves his mouth around, licking, sucking, nibbling on your pussy in all the right ways.

Pulling away completely, he slides his fingers up, rubbing them over your cunt before diving in once again, moaning purposely for more saliva. The wet squelches of his movements pervade the air as he polishes your pussy in generous amounts of saliva, slicking you up profusely. The entirety of your body quakes from the zealous oral menstruation, and you continue to involuntarily mewl and moan when Yeonjun’s pretty, perfect nose stresses against your clit as he practically tongue fucks you. The silk sheets crumple in your palms as your toes curl from the unyielding influxes of stinging sensations surging through your body. Your hands the move press him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing his head as pleasure begins to consume you. 

“I’m…I-I’m-” you heave, unable to get your words out properly, eyes glossy with ardor. Yeonjun continues vigorously moving his mouth, placing a palm on your navel to hold your squirming body down. He sucks and sips, eating out you with much vigor. He delivers low hums sending vibrations resonating to your gut and that’s all it takes. Within moments, you’re violently trembling, vision going white as your mind blanks out in complete rapture. Yeonjun continues lapping you up with his tongue and thoroughly extending your orgasm. When he pulls up, you watch in pure marvel as his adam’s apple bounces from a thick swallow, his tongue sweeping over those soft sinful lips leaving a moist luster on them. You must be going insane because all you want to do is kiss those lips despite him having just finished eating you out.

As if Yeonjun knows what you're thinking, he moves up to seize your lips. You inhale his tongue, tasting the remnants of your fluids which have a somewhat odd tang, yet, it doesn't bother you at all. You shamelessly whine when he withdraws, and you chase after the male by leaning forward. You briefly peck his lips before relenting back into the mattress. There’s an addiction to kissing Yeonjun that’s quickly brewing, and you don’t care how clearly it shows. He peers down at you, “Now onto something more daring.”

“I have an idea,” you pant, maneuvering to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“Enlighten me,” Yeonjun stares at you intensely, making you feel shy all over again.

“U-Um…you touch yourself,” you dare him to do the same, and Yeonjun conivingly grins. 

“As you wish.” He backs away from the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, and when his body straightens, revealing his cock, you audibly gulp. Yeonjun is downright exquisite and so astonishingly beautiful in his nudity, you are actually beginning to lose your mind. A large palm cloaks his cock, and he begins stroking himself directly in front of your face. Your eyes are trained of the fluency of his fingers. How they flow over the flaps of skin rippling down his shaft. The tip leaks and Yeonjun is quick to wipe it up with his fingers and paint it down his member. Your breath mimics his as you fall into a trance by the motions of his hands. The faint gasps spilling from his lips are alluring, drawing you in deeper until you desire to touch. 

You ache to bring Yeonjun such unimaginable pleasure, just as he did for you.

“I want… to touch you,” you look up at the pretty boy with eyes of yearning. 

“Only touch?” Yeonjun exhales, rubbing himself facilely. He takes a drip of precum on his finger and pushes it to your awaiting lips. You part them, allowing the cum stained digit inside of your mouth. It’s pleasant, savory like honey; thick and sweet on your tongue and God you want more. You eagerly lap, making sure to lick over his finger diligently, leaving nothing behind. Piercing into your feverish gaze, Yeonjun removes his finger and mingles your saliva with his own. Inching forward, he prompts you to take a hold of his cock, and you do just that. The stiffness of his cock is surprising. It’s rigid within your palm, rock solid and pulsing. While maintaining eye contact, you begin stroking at an even pace flitting your thumb over the head for a little tease. He bites his lip, lightly spasming from the leveled strokes.

Oh how you enjoy seeing Yeonjun like this, succumbing to your touch. It’s undeniably pleasing, and you only want to take things further. Dampening your lips, you give the tip an experimental lick. He shivers, and you smirk. You proceed to go deeper, attempting to take more into your mouth, but you’ve never done this before and Yeonjun here is well endowed. You gradually begin bobbing your head while using a palm to stroke the flesh your mouth couldn’t quite reach. He persuasively cards a hand through your soft hair as a form of praise and it serves to compel you into being dauntless.

Yeonjun’s length is dense and thick, filling your mouth to the brim and suffocating you. The lack of oxygen pools tears in your eyes, and you gasp for slithers of air around his girth. With those almond shaped orbs looking down at you so earnestly, you couldn’t bear to look away nor could you give in. Continuing your tour, you coat his shaft even more to make the blowjob smoother. 

Refusing to swallow spit, you bob faster until Yeonjun’s moans rain down like a shower. One grunt in particular quirks your brow in satisfaction. His furrowed brows and other visual cues signal his impending release. Only now do you close your eyes, trying your absolute best to bring him pure euphoria with your mouth. And soon, Yeonjun scatterly spurts his load into the depths of your throat. 

The tears which you’ve been holding in begin to stream down your cheeks. An involuntarily hard gulp makes you gag on the rich amount of cum that drags down your throat due to its viscosity. Yeonjun’s chest rises and drops sporadically, and you take great pride in knowing it was because of you. Those tears soon find the end of their journey by the sweep of his thumb. He wipes them from your face before traveling his finger lower, “those precious lips… so good.” he says, outlining your mouth in awe. 

“T-Thanks,” you whisper, elated.

“You ready for more?” 

“Please.” You know you sound pleading, but you don’t care anymore. You’ve never coveted someone this immensely before. You want to lose yourself in Yeonjun, to be consumed in everything that pertains to this enchanting man standing centimeters from you. 

“Lay back and spread your legs wide, pretty baby,” You don't waste any time lying back and opening yourself right up, “don’t move.” His palm spreads your folds and you’re anticipating what’s to come. Without giving any notification, two fingers slip inside your cunt and you jerk in surprise. They stretch your contracted tunnel, probing at your velvety insides, thrusting in and out with hurried movements. You mewl loudly, and you’re a little embarrassed by the high volume of your voice. It feels so damn good, and you can’t prevent the lusty wail from escaping. The intensity of the spasms convulsing through your body weakens your arm, and you collapse back onto the mattress. Your body tremors in the most pleasant way. You want more, so much more. 

Yet, in the very next moment, the movement instantly ceases and you can’t help but whimper when he removes his hand. What the hell?

Then, Yeonjun teases his cock between your folds and nestles against the sensitive flesh, “I told you not to move,” there’s a taunting tone to his words. You whine, turning your face into the sheets. You hunger for more of the foreplay, not nearly having enough of his long, dexterous fingers inside, fucking you so so good. But honestly, this is fine, too. Yeonjun glides his cock along your sopping slit, not entering, and you’re one tick away from spiraling into madness from the evident teasing. And then, the warmth of his cock disappears, and you immediately mourn its absence.

You turn your head to find Yeonjun picking up his jeans. The male grabs a condom and small bottle of lube from the pocket, and he tosses the pants on the floor before turning back to you. He tears open the packet, skillfully rolling the condom on and thoroughly lubes himself while moving closer to the bed. The swollen muscle curves to the right ever so slightly and you love the appetizing sight. You could honestly stare at Yeonjun’s hard dick all day and never tire of it. In fact, you want to taste it again, and purposely swallow in search of any remnants of his sweet nectar on your tongue.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Please,” you answer, and position yourself at the center of the bed following the guidance of his hand. Ripping the sheets back, Yeonjun climbs onto the mattress and it dips where his knees meet the spring. You lie on your back with a pillow propped underneath your head, and Yeonjun hovers over your body. The curtain of your thighs is slowly opened, and the handsome male aligns his cock with your pussy. 

He enters steadily, pushing himself inside your tight cunt. A moan falls from his lips at the blissful tautness that welcomes his cock ravenously. Your eyes squeeze shut from the harsh pang. It kind of hurts. No, actually, it hurts quite a lot. It’s much more pressure than you could have imagined. Yeonjun doesn’t move however, waiting patiently for you to calm down and give him a sign to continue. Can he get any more perfect?

Weakly nodding, you eventually signal him to move. Yeonjun gingerly pulls out before pushing inside. He lowers his head, taking your lips with his own to serve as a distraction from the pain below. His hips move rhythmically in smooth uniform motions until your stifled sobs transform into quiet gasps of pleasure. Your eyes gradually open and you’re met with the glistening strands of his hair hanging flaccidly from his forehead. The opaque beams of the lamp bask his body in a dusky shade of marigold, giving his skin a dashing warm glow. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hand reaches around Yeonjun’s nape, and you yank him down smashing your lips back together. You hum into his mouth and he responds the same while picking up pace. His body rolls with the forward snap of his hips, each lunge sending your body jolting upward. Quickly, you plant the flat of your palms behind you on the headboard and grind down into the thrusts, applying very nice pressure. Yeonjun drives in harder, deeper and you don't relent, pushing against the headboard to keep yourself from moving further up the mattress. Holy shit.

He slows his movements before he sucks on your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling. He fervidly shoves his tongue inside, and you respond by lifting your hips from the bed. Yeonjun hurriedly takes hold of those insatiable hips, caressing the skin and guiding your motions to match the flow of his thrusts. 

The two of you continue until blaring sounds of skin slapping span across the room as lustful blown orbs stare at one another in deep yearning and unrelenting desire. You can feel Yeonjun’s girth stretch you tremendously, filling you up profoundly until you feel complete and utter bliss. You don't ever want this to stop, ever, writhing in pleasure under his intense thrusts of passion. Every time he pulls out, you long for him to push back inside, quicker, faster. It’s not enough. You’re not close enough to him, even though there’s already no distance between you. Those magical fingers haven’t touched you enough, even though his hands have explored every facet of your body. You still lust for more. 

Without a word, Yeonjun slips out, “Turn over,” he says with an airy breath. He backs away, and you hastily rotate onto your knees, the side of your face planting onto the pillow. His palms find their place on your waist, and he doesn’t waste any time before sliding inside once more. Your fingers curl around the white satin sheets, firmly gripping at the fabric as he begins pistoning into you from behind.

Yeonjun groans with every rapid thrust, and you gulp in the way of a shallow hiccup. He could feel the tightness of your pussy stretch even further as you suck in his cock greedily, impatiently, silently begging for more. As if he could hear your plea, he begins to thrusts faster, harder. The bed creaks from the relentless pounding and your mind is on the brink of hysteria, teetering on the border of incoherency and lucidity. Small drips of drool soak into the pillowcase and your pupils dilate, reeling in and out of focus. Your eyelids unconsciously close as if you’re suddenly in a lethargic state. 

You shake out your trance when Yeonjun deliberately reduces the speed of his thrusts. Those lean fingers journey up your back, tracing over the soft skin. He gingerly winds his hips while his hands massage the dips and curves of your back. He works those palms in large circular motions feeling the smooth pores beneath his fingertips, trailing tender butterfly kisses down your spine, and you can’t help but shudder at his every touch. 

Suddenly, Yeonjun encloses a hand loosely around strands of your hair and mildly tugs. In a daze, you follow the pull of his motion and rise from the bed, settling onto his lap with a relieved sigh. He rests on the balls of his heels and you seat yourself onto his cock. You feel so full. You take deep breaths to collect yourself, bodies remaining still. With closed eyes, you loll your head back resting it against his shoulders. Within seconds, a moist tongue traces the side of your neck, and a roaming hand travels from your breast to the base of your abdomen. Yeonjun purrs against your skin, and you tremble under the rush of vibrations. He becomes greedier, biting and nipping at your neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of you. 

The release of your breath becomes heavier and heavier. You bask in the warmth emitting from his chest against your back. A low moan rips from his lips as you lift up before sliding down on his cock, riding him. You whirl your waist, grinding your hips lower, feeling the full extent of Yeonjun’s heat. The rise of your hips is slow. You ride his stiff member to oblivion and back, sinking your shoulders and parting your lips to allow a mesmeric moan to escape. You enjoy control, having the power to move fast or slow. 

Yeonjun reaches for your chin and turns your head. Your own palm finds the side of his neck as your lips meet in a sensual kiss which speaks more than any words ever could. Your friends could not have found anyone better for this, even if it was for something so exceedingly stupid. You break the kiss and open your eyes, piercing them into those irises of mocha. Your breaths are identical as you stare into each other’s souls with undeniable passion, connecting on a deeper level. Your intoxication knows no bounds as your conjoined bodies course like ripples in the vast sea. 

When you rotate your hips, Yeonjun assists your movements with his palms. He takes subtle whiffs of your hair and patterns your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head rolls down before resting against Yeonjun’s opposite shoulder. He flicks his tongue over the pristine skin, lapping and sucking marks onto your nape. It’s driving you to the brink of madness. The emotions stirring within are becoming impossible to withstand. Souls set ablaze, burning up in the rhapsody of your breaths and motions. 

Your hands crawl up the mattress and grab the sheets. Yeonjun straightens, rising from his heels and onto his knees following in your lead. You begin pushing back rabidly, serving yourself on his cock. You rock back and forth, and he allows you the leverage to do as you please. You need this.

An unsuspecting thrust from behind makes you lurch. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see the bite of a plush lip and mischievous eyes. Satin fingers dip under your body, connecting with your clit and begin stroking. The subtle pressure applied to the sensitive bundle is quickly making you lose control, those magic fingers of his knowing exactly what to do. His movements hasten, and your breath staggers over your moans. 

It soon becomes too much at one time, and your body shakes uncontrollably. Your eyes snap shut and you release staccatoed gasps, immersing yourself in the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced. Yeonjun lunges quickly chasing his own release, and it isn’t long before he's pouring his white substance inside the condom, basking in the feeling of your pulsating pussy around him. He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes as the intense orgasm tingles throughout his body. 

You feel weak and heavy, and when Yeonjun pulls out, you collapse onto the mattress panting for air. A soft peck lands on your forehead, and a small smile stretches across your face from the tender gesture. Yeonjun searches your eyes before he speaks, “You are wonderful, pretty baby.” 

“You too,” you exhale, admiring his beauty for the nth time tonight. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to share such an intimate moment with. Yeonjun was, is perfect, and you wonder how your friends even found or knew of such a treasure. There’s so much more you want to know of him, about him. A part of you even begins thinking this is the beginning of some picture-perfect relationship. How lucky, right? Never branching out only to fall in love at first sight? You could really stay here forever and wallow in the comfort of his presence. 

That is, until Yeonjun moves from the bed, tossing the condom away and going to his clothes to begin dressing himself. What? You quickly sit up, “W-Where are you going?”

“...Home,” Yeonjun answers, his tone much colder than how it was just minutes ago, almost foreign sounding.

“Wha- Can’t you stay?” you sound desperate, pleading, and you know it’s piteous, but even within these couple of hours, you feel like Yeonjun has woven a part of himself into you, into your heart, and he can’t just leave.

“I never stay, it’s against my policy.” 

Policy? “..What policy?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“If I stay, then that’ll mean this was more than just sex.” He answers strictly as he throws on his garments with his back to you. Oh. Right. Of course none of this meant anything to him. He’s just some worker hired by your friends, getting a job done. Yet, you still had some childish hope.. You’re grateful that Yeonjun can’t see the tears swelling in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away before he turns to look at you. 

“W-Will I ever see you again?” You try not to sound as pathetic as you feel, but you aren't sure whether it’s successful or not. There’s an ache in your chest and your stomach churns just thinking about never being able to see him again.

Yeonjun applies his jacket, “I don’t know…” there’s an emotion in his eyes, which you can’t decipher, “I have to go.” 

With that, you stifle your words. You have no right to ask Yeonjun to stay, you’ve only met less than a few hours ago, and after this newly found discovery, you assume that he must have a busy life. Being the kind of person he is, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a ‘fling’ or a ‘job’ or whatever the fuck this even was. You simply give the male a defeated, dejected nod, and Yeonjun places the extra room key your friends had given him on the end table before turning on his heels to leave. 

You really hate your friends right now…

For this. 

For this bullshit dare. 

For this bullshit night.

But you hate yourself even more for agreeing to do it; and being an oversensitive, naive fool.

When the click of the lock carries to your ears, you could instantly feel the swarm of emotions overtake you, but you refuse to cry. This was a dare, a quick and simple night of sex and nothing more. It was supposed to be a fun adult birthday, to serve as a stress relief; there should have never been attached emotions to someone you don't even know. But, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get a grip, nothing stops the profound wave of loneliness and hurt you feel in this very moment. You gave him a part of you, shared something so intimate, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. You should’ve waited. You shouldn’t have let yourself be pressured. Nothing could prepare you for the emotional consequences of this irrational decision. Surrendering to your lingering affection for Yeonjun, you ball up on the mattress and finally allow your tears to escape. 

However, when as you finally begin to calm yourself and come to terms with reality, there’s a familiar knock on the door of your hotel room.

yeonjun • f.reader // smut 18+, dubcon, sex worker!yeonjun, virgin!reader, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, loss of virginity, masturbation, oral both m and f receiving, dare sex or pressured sex, emotional!reader, little angsty at the end, strictly fiction

— Reader gets dared to lose her virginity, and her oh so courteous friends find just the perfect person to help. (6.7k)

You sit stiffly on your bed, a dark silky fabric wrapped around your head, depriving you of your vision entirely. The room is painfully silent, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as the sound of your shaky breaths and thundering heartbeat resound in your ears. The temperature seems to be rising as your nervousness grows, your jacket constricting your movements and becoming rather uncomfortable. You decide to remove the top article of clothing to ease some of the escalating anxiety, but, as expected, it doesn’t do much. You’re still high strung, extremely anxious of the fact that this is really happening, right here, right now.

When you had accepted this dare, you firmly believed it to be long forgotten by now. Your friends are often quite forgetful, and surely, you thought, they wouldn’t remember some rash challenge made at some random girls' night out. It had been an entire three months, after all! But you were wrong; your friends gleefully shoving you into a hotel room they had paid for on this special day, having you wait blindfolded for your ultimate birthday gift they so generously are providing.

Which is having someone to take your virginity.

Ridiculous? Quite.

But your social life has dwindled to the frequent exchange of text messages and occasional third wheeling. Your studies occupy most of your time. Love, sex, and relationships are things you’ve never really thought about. And for someone of your age, it’s rare to be completely lacking in that area. It just hasn’t been of importance to you, you’ve convinced yourself. But your friends had insisted you step away from the books, let loose a little, and most of all, get laid.

So here you are, waiting for an unknown man to arrive so the two of you can indulge yourselves in a sinful act. The rules of the dare are simple; have sex with the person they send in. An audacious, irresponsible dare indeed, but you trust that your friends will not send you someone disagreeable or unpleasant. And you suppose if the person isn’t to your liking, or you happen to get cold feet, you can simply refuse and back out of the dare. Your friends will most likely harp on you, of course, but what do you care? They’ll get over it eventually.

You sit on the bed in deafening silence, clenching and releasing your fists sequentially, feeling the numbness in your fingertips dull until you can feel again. Several minutes have passed, minutes that feel like an eternity, time seeming slower as you anticipate and abhor the person you’ll soon be engaging with. It’s actually causing you to become somewhat lightheaded. More time passes, and you’re so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly jump off the bed when the rapping of knuckles on the door intersperses them.

Oh shit.

He’s here.

Swallowing thickly, you wipe your clammy hands onto your skirt, breathing picking up drastically in pace, the sound of the door unlocking and squeaking open like a bomb going off in the silent room. Steps, coming closer and closer, echo loudly in your ears as they approach. Your heart is beating wildly, all this time sitting in mental preparation having done absolutely nothing. You’re nervous to the core, a complete wreck, and you haven’t even seen the guy...

Your breath catches in your throat when the stranger’s fingers touch the edges of your blindfold, and the anticipation of who it is, of what they look like, of what’s about to happen... The black silk is slowly pulled away, and the first thing you’re greeted with are striking brown irises, staring at you with a lecherous gleam. There’s traces of surprise hidden behind thinly veiled amusement. Silently, your eyes devour the man; his smooth pale skin is shimmering from the faint bathroom lights shining in the main bedroom, and his hair is a dark, sandy blond, tousled in a somewhat messy-like manner, looking oh so soft and fluffy. The sexiness oozing from his stance gives him an air of promiscuity.

He’s purely lustrous.

The man smirks, and if that isn't the most enticing thing you’ve ever seen, you don’t know what is.

“Hi there,” a voice dripping with sensuality speaks. It’s tempting even, as undertones of confidence hang from the end of his words. “You must be Y/N.”

“Um, I‑I, uh...” you stutter hard, mind completely blanking, and throat constricting, unable to get any real words out. So, you stick to nodding in affirmation. Good start, Y/N, you think, mentally hitting yourself; this night is going to go great. If anyone is going to be running away, it’s going to be this man getting far the fuck away from your awkward ass. The boy’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, and you think it’s one of the prettiest smiles you’ve ever been given. Too bad it’s probably just him finding your behavior ridiculous.

The man strolls away coolly, shoulders lightly dipping with each stride, his every step is attractive. You watch him in a trance‑like state, unaware of your curious, following eyes which linger on the stranger. He walks to the bathroom, shutting off the light and making the room black, returning to turn on the lamp atop the nightstand. And all of the sudden, he takes a knowing look over his shoulder, and you are quick to avert your line of sight. You are well aware you weren’t gifted with a sense of stealth, but you didn’t expect to be caught so openly gawking. The last thing you want is to be viewed as creepy.

The room is still sort of dark, the only source of light now glowing from the dim illumination of the lamp beside the bed.

The stranger removes his jacket with his back to you, and you can’t stop the sharp inhale when you see the muscle that accompany his back and arms; even the rest of his toned torso outlined through the seemingly thin fabric of his black tank top. Your mouth suddenly runs dry as if you’d just downed a glass of cotton balls, thoroughly parched and in need of water.

It then dawns on you that this gorgeous being does have a name, and your dumbass hasn’t even asked for that rather critical piece of information yet! Gathering the scattered pieces of your courage, you clear your throat before asking, “W‑What’s your name?”

The man turns and genuinely simpers this time and it’s just as dazzling as the smirk, if not better. “Yeonjun,” he answers and you being shy just nod your head, “Your friends have told me that you wanted to have some fun tonight. ‘Experiment on some new things.’ But you don’t strike me as the... type.”

You blush at that comment, embarrassed, turning your head to hide your reddening cheeks in shame. Is it obvious how… inexperienced (for lack of better words) you are? Who are you kidding, of course it is. You couldn’t even respond normally to your name. “They... kind of dared me to do this, insisting I need to branch out and get laid and I guess didn’t want to pass up on… that.”

Yeonjun purses his lips as he nods in understanding. “So... are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Y-Yes?” your attempts to sound sincere fail miserably, your answer sounding more like a question itself. “Yes,” you try again, “I am ready. So ready. Always ready. A-Are you?”

“Of course I am,” he answers smoothly, “With a girl as hot as you? I couldn’t be more excited.” As shallow as that may have sounded, the familiar heat rises in your cheeks again. Being called “hot” is a first. Most people find you more synonymous with ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’, but terms such as ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’ have never been uttered when your name is mentioned. You’re far too lame to be called that. Maybe he’s joking. Is this all a joke? Are you just too naive to realize?

“Are you really sure?” you question again, biting your lip with uncertainty. “Like 100% certain? I know my friends; they can be pushy. Real pushy. So, we don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to—“

“Sweetheart, you do an awful lot of talking for someone who assures they’re so ready.” Yeonjun rolls up his shirt pulling it over his head with ease before tossing it on an armchair and your palms become sweaty. The sight of Yeonjun’s bare chest is quite intimidating. It’s like God himself decided to personally sculpt and tone this man to absolute perfection. “I’m actually starting to be convinced otherwise.” You look up and witness a tantalizing smile playing on the man’s plush lips.

You really need to learn when to just shut up.

He then leans in closer, your eyes immediately widening when his face becomes only inches away from yours, his eyes staring straight back, into your soul. “Now, be perfectly honest with me,” his tone is softer now, gentle even, “do you want to do this?”

Do you want to do this?

For years you’ve felt pressured to lose your virginity; all of your friends have had sex and you’re still some dumb virgin who’s “too prude” and “frigid” to be any fun. Losing your virginity is like a rite of passage; a vital step in everyone's coming-of-age experience: like kissing a stranger in a dark club, getting drunk at a party for the first time, or simply dating someone. You don’t want to be that girl anymore, the boring, loser friend who’s never taken even a step into the romantic side of life. Your friends have given you this rare opportunity, and you should be grateful and take it regardless of any possible consequences.

“Yes,” you nod, movement steady and voice confident this time, “I want to do this.”

“Are you positive? Don’t feel like you have to—“

“Who’s the one doing all the talking now?” you challenge, and a teasing smile is quick to appear on Yeonjun's lips once again as he leans back.

“Alright. Let’s get started then.”

Your eyes look up at Yeonjun through curled eyelashes in anticipation. He brings his knees to the carpet in front of you, and then you nervously wipe your hands on your skirt again. Your mind begins to spin with different scenarios of what’s about to occur, eyes never leaving his face, but what you don’t expect is for Yeonjun to brush his fingertips, smooth and delicate, across the higher part of your cheek, a palm resting lower.

“Close your eyes.” Without questioning, without uttering a sound, you follow Yeonjun’s instructions aided by a strange sense of adventure. He leans in close, next to your ear, “I’m going to kiss you,” his voice is low and warm, inducing a tingle down your spine.

“Okay.” You sigh, and soft lips brush fluently against yours. They’re as lush as pillows, rubbing and moving in fluid motions that rapidly ripple throbs of arousal to your core. It’s suffocating as Yeonjun slips his tongue inside your mouth, pushing your lips apart with little effort. Your body involuntarily tilts back, but a hand sneaks around your nape and lithe fingers enfold around the narrow bridge. Your breath hitches before you relax into those fingers that massage your neck. You wonder just how Yeonjun knows this spot which kindles a flickering flame within.

The male draws back with a light smack of your lips, licking up the drool that hangs between. You pant as your eyelids open and lapse into a heated gaze.

“Now kiss me.” Yeonjun stares into your eyes, and you’re instantly drawn in by those brown orbs. Absentmindedly you lean forward as if there’s some sort of magnetic pull on your movements, and reconnect your lips with his, moaning into his mouth and gliding a hand into that messy mop of hair making it more chaotic. Your lips caress and nibble until they become unbearably swollen, and you’re both pining for air. “I see you’re warming up to me,” Yeonjun comments with a grin, standing from the ground and taking a seat in the chair where his shirt has previously been thrown.

“W-What do we do now?” you ask, fidgeting with your fingers and gently gnawing on your bottom lip.

“Hm... I still need to know that you want this.” Yeonjun claims, and he leisurely reclines, maneuvering to a more comfortable position.

“What? But I already said— I do want this!” your eyes are bold, unwavering.

Yeonjun shrugs. “Then, show me.”

Oh.

You remain completely still, not entirely sure what to do. Literally no idea. Your mind isn’t functioning the way it should, and you’re completely lost. But the way Yeonjun focuses his gaze on you stirs something hidden deep within that makes you daring. You crave to be touched, to be held. And the person you long to feel against your skin is sitting a mere foot away, smirking as if he knows how irresistible he is.

And well... he is; irrevocably irresistible.

You reach for the hem of your shirt, and gradually raise the bottom over the top and off your body. Then, with a shaky hand, you reach for the clasps of your bra. Your clothing floats to the floor and small insecurities begin to prod at your mind. What if he’s not satisfied? What if he hates the way you look?

Yet, when Yeonjun’s eyes greedily scour your body, a boosted feeling of confidence pulsates in your chest. He doesn’t seem repulsed or anything of that nature. Quite the opposite, actually; he looks incredibly aroused, which turns you on even more.

“That all?” Yeonjun’s voice snaps you from your reverie.

You shake your head and stand to your feet. You strip yourself of your skirt and panties, now in your full naked glory. Those chocolate orbs roam over your body shamelessly, burning holes into your skin, heating you with desire and lust. A deep part of yourself is already growing to love this.

“I’m almost convinced,” Yeonjun states, remaining relaxed in his seat.

“What else should I do?”

There’s a playful gleam that crosses Yeonjun's eyes, “Do you trust me?”

With a question like that, you think maybe you shouldn’t trust Yeonjun. He is a stranger, afterall. Some random guy you just met minutes ago. But regardless of all that, you do trust him. There’s something inviting about this man sitting in front of you. And well, you’re already completely naked in front of him so you may as well continue, “Yes.”

“Then,” Yeonjun shifts forward, resting his elbows on his knees and interlacing his fingers, “close your eyes, and do as I say.” 

“Okay.” You close your eyes and train your ears for Yeonjun’s voice. 

“Let’s start with something simple, lie down on the bed.” 

Simple. Nothing about this is simple. The bed shallowly sinks as your body wanders over the satin sheets, which rub against your heated skin in the most eloquent way. You lie your back on the king sized bed, your limbs splayed out kind of dumbly. You begin to feel extremely exposed, but it’s not an entirely bad feeling… just unusual. Although it makes you nervous, you revel in knowing that Yeonjun is watching, observing your every move.

“Now,” You lightly jump at the sound of Yeonjun’s voice suddenly much closer than you anticipated, flinching when the scorching tips of his fingers graze over your nipples. He’s touching you. And having no idea where he’ll touch next just escalates your arousal, “people say that touch is very intimate and the fingers are sensitive, do you agree?” Yeonjun’s voice is softer now.

“...yes.” 

“Then, touch yourself.” Yeonjun demands. 

You hesitate. This is actually quite a big step to take, but you can’t let your fear ruin this. For you or Yeonjun. Thinking long and hard about how you want to go about this, you start with your fingers slowly crawling up your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, pinching and playing with your nipples. Soon you get wrapped up in how just doing this already makes you feel so good, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you feel yourself up. 

And then, you feel a finger skim over your inner thigh. You let out a sharp inhale, “What are you-”

“Keep going.” Yeonjun’s voice is closer this time, almost directly above you. You oblige his words, continuing to toy with your body. Every time you fondle your breasts, there are fleeting grazes from the mellow pads of Yeonjun’s fingers lingering on your skin, teasing and galvanizing. They leave a fire in their wake, marking you in areas you’ve never been touched before.

And soon, this attention to your chest isn’t enough, you want more, need more. You lower one of your hands down the length of your body, fingers diving into the sacred valley between your thighs and languidly begin stroking. 

“Just like that, Y/N.” Yeonjun urges, praisingly. 

You shudder from the whisk of breath beside your ear. It’s like Yeonjun is playing a game with you. His soundless footsteps make it impossible for you to know his location within the suite. It’s exciting and maddening all at the same time. While stroking between your wettened folds, rubbing circles around and on your clit, your breath releases in short bursts of air. It feels so good, better than ever before, this whole scenario still so surreal. You so badly want to open your eyes and see where Yeonjun is standing and exactly what he’s doing, but your curiosities are answered soon enough when you feel a palm come atop your own hand.

“I’ll take over from here.” Yeonjun speaks faintly, the bed dipping as he moves in closer. You comply easily, retreating your hand and letting him replace it with his. Yeonjun’s lithe fingers slide up and down your slit, sending your mind in an absolute frenzy. He skillfully toys with your bundle of nerves, and it feels so good, too good, successfully working you up more and more. “Open your eyes.” You do so immediately, and are instantly met with the hooded gaze of Yeonjun’s, settled right in front of you… or rather, your legs. With eyes trained on him, you watch as his head dips down in between your parted thighs, until lips begin pressing light kisses on your burning skin, treading closer and closer to your desire. Oh God. You can’t keep a loud moan from escaping your mouth as his slippery tongue eagerly coasts along your folds. Your hands immediately fly into his hair, and whether it was to pull him away in morbid embarrassment or push him closer in complete and utter carnal desire is unbeknownst to you. Everything is so hot, so feverish, and so fucking good; you feel like you're floating away in ecstasy as Yeonjun moves his mouth around, licking, sucking, nibbling on your pussy in all the right ways.

Pulling away completely, he slides his fingers up, rubbing them over your cunt before diving in once again, moaning purposely for more saliva. The wet squelches of his movements pervade the air as he polishes your pussy in generous amounts of saliva, slicking you up profusely. The entirety of your body quakes from the zealous oral menstruation, and you continue to involuntarily mewl and moan when Yeonjun’s pretty, perfect nose stresses against your clit as he practically tongue fucks you. The silk sheets crumple in your palms as your toes curl from the unyielding influxes of stinging sensations surging through your body. Your hands the move press him impossibly closer, thighs squeezing his head as pleasure begins to consume you. 

“I’m…I-I’m-” you heave, unable to get your words out properly, eyes glossy with ardor. Yeonjun continues vigorously moving his mouth, placing a palm on your navel to hold your squirming body down. He sucks and sips, eating out you with much vigor. He delivers low hums sending vibrations resonating to your gut and that’s all it takes. Within moments, you’re violently trembling, vision going white as your mind blanks out in complete rapture. Yeonjun continues lapping you up with his tongue and thoroughly extending your orgasm. When he pulls up, you watch in pure marvel as his adam’s apple bounces from a thick swallow, his tongue sweeping over those soft sinful lips leaving a moist luster on them. You must be going insane because all you want to do is kiss those lips despite him having just finished eating you out.

As if Yeonjun knows what you're thinking, he moves up to seize your lips. You inhale his tongue, tasting the remnants of your fluids which have a somewhat odd tang, yet, it doesn't bother you at all. You shamelessly whine when he withdraws, and you chase after the male by leaning forward. You briefly peck his lips before relenting back into the mattress. There’s an addiction to kissing Yeonjun that’s quickly brewing, and you don’t care how clearly it shows. He peers down at you, “Now onto something more daring.”

“I have an idea,” you pant, maneuvering to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.

“Enlighten me,” Yeonjun stares at you intensely, making you feel shy all over again.

“U-Um…you touch yourself,” you dare him to do the same, and Yeonjun conivingly grins. 

“As you wish.” He backs away from the bed and unbutton his jeans. He pushes them down his legs along with his boxers, and when his body straightens, revealing his cock, you audibly gulp. Yeonjun is downright exquisite and so astonishingly beautiful in his nudity, you are actually beginning to lose your mind. A large palm cloaks his cock, and he begins stroking himself directly in front of your face. Your eyes are trained of the fluency of his fingers. How they flow over the flaps of skin rippling down his shaft. The tip leaks and Yeonjun is quick to wipe it up with his fingers and paint it down his member. Your breath mimics his as you fall into a trance by the motions of his hands. The faint gasps spilling from his lips are alluring, drawing you in deeper until you desire to touch. 

You ache to bring Yeonjun such unimaginable pleasure, just as he did for you.

“I want… to touch you,” you look up at the pretty boy with eyes of yearning. 

“Only touch?” Yeonjun exhales, rubbing himself facilely. He takes a drip of precum on his finger and pushes it to your awaiting lips. You part them, allowing the cum stained digit inside of your mouth. It’s pleasant, savory like honey; thick and sweet on your tongue and God you want more. You eagerly lap, making sure to lick over his finger diligently, leaving nothing behind. Piercing into your feverish gaze, Yeonjun removes his finger and mingles your saliva with his own. Inching forward, he prompts you to take a hold of his cock, and you do just that. The stiffness of his cock is surprising. It’s rigid within your palm, rock solid and pulsing. While maintaining eye contact, you begin stroking at an even pace flitting your thumb over the head for a little tease. He bites his lip, lightly spasming from the leveled strokes.

Oh how you enjoy seeing Yeonjun like this, succumbing to your touch. It’s undeniably pleasing, and you only want to take things further. Dampening your lips, you give the tip an experimental lick. He shivers, and you smirk. You proceed to go deeper, attempting to take more into your mouth, but you’ve never done this before and Yeonjun here is well endowed. You gradually begin bobbing your head while using a palm to stroke the flesh your mouth couldn’t quite reach. He persuasively cards a hand through your soft hair as a form of praise and it serves to compel you into being dauntless.

Yeonjun’s length is dense and thick, filling your mouth to the brim and suffocating you. The lack of oxygen pools tears in your eyes, and you gasp for slithers of air around his girth. With those almond shaped orbs looking down at you so earnestly, you couldn’t bear to look away nor could you give in. Continuing your tour, you coat his shaft even more to make the blowjob smoother. 

Refusing to swallow spit, you bob faster until Yeonjun’s moans rain down like a shower. One grunt in particular quirks your brow in satisfaction. His furrowed brows and other visual cues signal his impending release. Only now do you close your eyes, trying your absolute best to bring him pure euphoria with your mouth. And soon, Yeonjun scatterly spurts his load into the depths of your throat. 

The tears which you’ve been holding in begin to stream down your cheeks. An involuntarily hard gulp makes you gag on the rich amount of cum that drags down your throat due to its viscosity. Yeonjun’s chest rises and drops sporadically, and you take great pride in knowing it was because of you. Those tears soon find the end of their journey by the sweep of his thumb. He wipes them from your face before traveling his finger lower, “those precious lips… so good.” he says, outlining your mouth in awe. 

“T-Thanks,” you whisper, elated.

“You ready for more?” 

“Please.” You know you sound pleading, but you don’t care anymore. You’ve never coveted someone this immensely before. You want to lose yourself in Yeonjun, to be consumed in everything that pertains to this enchanting man standing centimeters from you. 

“Lay back and spread your legs wide, pretty baby,” You don't waste any time lying back and opening yourself right up, “don’t move.” His palm spreads your folds and you’re anticipating what’s to come. Without giving any notification, two fingers slip inside your cunt and you jerk in surprise. They stretch your contracted tunnel, probing at your velvety insides, thrusting in and out with hurried movements. You mewl loudly, and you’re a little embarrassed by the high volume of your voice. It feels so damn good, and you can’t prevent the lusty wail from escaping. The intensity of the spasms convulsing through your body weakens your arm, and you collapse back onto the mattress. Your body tremors in the most pleasant way. You want more, so much more. 

Yet, in the very next moment, the movement instantly ceases and you can’t help but whimper when he removes his hand. What the hell?

Then, Yeonjun teases his cock between your folds and nestles against the sensitive flesh, “I told you not to move,” there’s a taunting tone to his words. You whine, turning your face into the sheets. You hunger for more of the foreplay, not nearly having enough of his long, dexterous fingers inside, fucking you so so good. But honestly, this is fine, too. Yeonjun glides his cock along your sopping slit, not entering, and you’re one tick away from spiraling into madness from the evident teasing. And then, the warmth of his cock disappears, and you immediately mourn its absence.

You turn your head to find Yeonjun picking up his jeans. The male grabs a condom and small bottle of lube from the pocket, and he tosses the pants on the floor before turning back to you. He tears open the packet, skillfully rolling the condom on and thoroughly lubes himself while moving closer to the bed. The swollen muscle curves to the right ever so slightly and you love the appetizing sight. You could honestly stare at Yeonjun’s hard dick all day and never tire of it. In fact, you want to taste it again, and purposely swallow in search of any remnants of his sweet nectar on your tongue.

“Are you ready?” 

“Yes. Please,” you answer, and position yourself at the center of the bed following the guidance of his hand. Ripping the sheets back, Yeonjun climbs onto the mattress and it dips where his knees meet the spring. You lie on your back with a pillow propped underneath your head, and Yeonjun hovers over your body. The curtain of your thighs is slowly opened, and the handsome male aligns his cock with your pussy. 

He enters steadily, pushing himself inside your tight cunt. A moan falls from his lips at the blissful tautness that welcomes his cock ravenously. Your eyes squeeze shut from the harsh pang. It kind of hurts. No, actually, it hurts quite a lot. It’s much more pressure than you could have imagined. Yeonjun doesn’t move however, waiting patiently for you to calm down and give him a sign to continue. Can he get any more perfect?

Weakly nodding, you eventually signal him to move. Yeonjun gingerly pulls out before pushing inside. He lowers his head, taking your lips with his own to serve as a distraction from the pain below. His hips move rhythmically in smooth uniform motions until your stifled sobs transform into quiet gasps of pleasure. Your eyes gradually open and you’re met with the glistening strands of his hair hanging flaccidly from his forehead. The opaque beams of the lamp bask his body in a dusky shade of marigold, giving his skin a dashing warm glow. 

He’s absolutely gorgeous. 

Your hand reaches around Yeonjun’s nape, and you yank him down smashing your lips back together. You hum into his mouth and he responds the same while picking up pace. His body rolls with the forward snap of his hips, each lunge sending your body jolting upward. Quickly, you plant the flat of your palms behind you on the headboard and grind down into the thrusts, applying very nice pressure. Yeonjun drives in harder, deeper and you don't relent, pushing against the headboard to keep yourself from moving further up the mattress. Holy shit.

He slows his movements before he sucks on your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and gently pulling. He fervidly shoves his tongue inside, and you respond by lifting your hips from the bed. Yeonjun hurriedly takes hold of those insatiable hips, caressing the skin and guiding your motions to match the flow of his thrusts. 

The two of you continue until blaring sounds of skin slapping span across the room as lustful blown orbs stare at one another in deep yearning and unrelenting desire. You can feel Yeonjun’s girth stretch you tremendously, filling you up profoundly until you feel complete and utter bliss. You don't ever want this to stop, ever, writhing in pleasure under his intense thrusts of passion. Every time he pulls out, you long for him to push back inside, quicker, faster. It’s not enough. You’re not close enough to him, even though there’s already no distance between you. Those magical fingers haven’t touched you enough, even though his hands have explored every facet of your body. You still lust for more. 

Without a word, Yeonjun slips out, “Turn over,” he says with an airy breath. He backs away, and you hastily rotate onto your knees, the side of your face planting onto the pillow. His palms find their place on your waist, and he doesn’t waste any time before sliding inside once more. Your fingers curl around the white satin sheets, firmly gripping at the fabric as he begins pistoning into you from behind.

Yeonjun groans with every rapid thrust, and you gulp in the way of a shallow hiccup. He could feel the tightness of your pussy stretch even further as you suck in his cock greedily, impatiently, silently begging for more. As if he could hear your plea, he begins to thrusts faster, harder. The bed creaks from the relentless pounding and your mind is on the brink of hysteria, teetering on the border of incoherency and lucidity. Small drips of drool soak into the pillowcase and your pupils dilate, reeling in and out of focus. Your eyelids unconsciously close as if you’re suddenly in a lethargic state. 

You shake out your trance when Yeonjun deliberately reduces the speed of his thrusts. Those lean fingers journey up your back, tracing over the soft skin. He gingerly winds his hips while his hands massage the dips and curves of your back. He works those palms in large circular motions feeling the smooth pores beneath his fingertips, trailing tender butterfly kisses down your spine, and you can’t help but shudder at his every touch. 

Suddenly, Yeonjun encloses a hand loosely around strands of your hair and mildly tugs. In a daze, you follow the pull of his motion and rise from the bed, settling onto his lap with a relieved sigh. He rests on the balls of his heels and you seat yourself onto his cock. You feel so full. You take deep breaths to collect yourself, bodies remaining still. With closed eyes, you loll your head back resting it against his shoulders. Within seconds, a moist tongue traces the side of your neck, and a roaming hand travels from your breast to the base of your abdomen. Yeonjun purrs against your skin, and you tremble under the rush of vibrations. He becomes greedier, biting and nipping at your neck, thoroughly tasting every inch of you. 

The release of your breath becomes heavier and heavier. You bask in the warmth emitting from his chest against your back. A low moan rips from his lips as you lift up before sliding down on his cock, riding him. You whirl your waist, grinding your hips lower, feeling the full extent of Yeonjun’s heat. The rise of your hips is slow. You ride his stiff member to oblivion and back, sinking your shoulders and parting your lips to allow a mesmeric moan to escape. You enjoy control, having the power to move fast or slow. 

Yeonjun reaches for your chin and turns your head. Your own palm finds the side of his neck as your lips meet in a sensual kiss which speaks more than any words ever could. Your friends could not have found anyone better for this, even if it was for something so exceedingly stupid. You break the kiss and open your eyes, piercing them into those irises of mocha. Your breaths are identical as you stare into each other’s souls with undeniable passion, connecting on a deeper level. Your intoxication knows no bounds as your conjoined bodies course like ripples in the vast sea. 

When you rotate your hips, Yeonjun assists your movements with his palms. He takes subtle whiffs of your hair and patterns your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head rolls down before resting against Yeonjun’s opposite shoulder. He flicks his tongue over the pristine skin, lapping and sucking marks onto your nape. It’s driving you to the brink of madness. The emotions stirring within are becoming impossible to withstand. Souls set ablaze, burning up in the rhapsody of your breaths and motions. 

Your hands crawl up the mattress and grab the sheets. Yeonjun straightens, rising from his heels and onto his knees following in your lead. You begin pushing back rabidly, serving yourself on his cock. You rock back and forth, and he allows you the leverage to do as you please. You need this.

An unsuspecting thrust from behind makes you lurch. Taking a look over your shoulder, you see the bite of a plush lip and mischievous eyes. Satin fingers dip under your body, connecting with your clit and begin stroking. The subtle pressure applied to the sensitive bundle is quickly making you lose control, those magic fingers of his knowing exactly what to do. His movements hasten, and your breath staggers over your moans. 

It soon becomes too much at one time, and your body shakes uncontrollably. Your eyes snap shut and you release staccatoed gasps, immersing yourself in the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced. Yeonjun lunges quickly chasing his own release, and it isn’t long before he's pouring his white substance inside the condom, basking in the feeling of your pulsating pussy around him. He bites down hard on his lip and closes his eyes as the intense orgasm tingles throughout his body. 

You feel weak and heavy, and when Yeonjun pulls out, you collapse onto the mattress panting for air. A soft peck lands on your forehead, and a small smile stretches across your face from the tender gesture. Yeonjun searches your eyes before he speaks, “You are wonderful, pretty baby.” 

“You too,” you exhale, admiring his beauty for the nth time tonight. You couldn’t have asked for a better person to share such an intimate moment with. Yeonjun was, is perfect, and you wonder how your friends even found or knew of such a treasure. There’s so much more you want to know of him, about him. A part of you even begins thinking this is the beginning of some picture-perfect relationship. How lucky, right? Never branching out only to fall in love at first sight? You could really stay here forever and wallow in the comfort of his presence. 

That is, until Yeonjun moves from the bed, tossing the condom away and going to his clothes to begin dressing himself. What? You quickly sit up, “W-Where are you going?”

“...Home,” Yeonjun answers, his tone much colder than how it was just minutes ago, almost foreign sounding.

“Wha- Can’t you stay?” you sound desperate, pleading, and you know it’s piteous, but even within these couple of hours, you feel like Yeonjun has woven a part of himself into you, into your heart, and he can’t just leave.

“I never stay, it’s against my policy.” 

Policy? “..What policy?” you ask, extremely confused. 

“If I stay, then that’ll mean this was more than just sex.” He answers strictly as he throws on his garments with his back to you. Oh. Right. Of course none of this meant anything to him. He’s just some worker hired by your friends, getting a job done. Yet, you still had some childish hope.. You’re grateful that Yeonjun can’t see the tears swelling in your eyes. Hurriedly, you wipe them away before he turns to look at you. 

“W-Will I ever see you again?” You try not to sound as pathetic as you feel, but you aren't sure whether it’s successful or not. There’s an ache in your chest and your stomach churns just thinking about never being able to see him again.

Yeonjun applies his jacket, “I don’t know…” there’s an emotion in his eyes, which you can’t decipher, “I have to go.” 

With that, you stifle your words. You have no right to ask Yeonjun to stay, you’ve only met less than a few hours ago, and after this newly found discovery, you assume that he must have a busy life. Being the kind of person he is, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a ‘fling’ or a ‘job’ or whatever the fuck this even was. You simply give the male a defeated, dejected nod, and Yeonjun places the extra room key your friends had given him on the end table before turning on his heels to leave. 

You really hate your friends right now…

For this. 

For this bullshit dare. 

For this bullshit night.

But you hate yourself even more for agreeing to do it; and being an oversensitive, naive fool.

When the click of the lock carries to your ears, you could instantly feel the swarm of emotions overtake you, but you refuse to cry. This was a dare, a quick and simple night of sex and nothing more. It was supposed to be a fun adult birthday, to serve as a stress relief; there should have never been attached emotions to someone you don't even know. But, no matter how much you try to convince yourself to get a grip, nothing stops the profound wave of loneliness and hurt you feel in this very moment. You gave him a part of you, shared something so intimate, only for it to mean absolutely nothing. You should’ve waited. You shouldn’t have let yourself be pressured. Nothing could prepare you for the emotional consequences of this irrational decision. Surrendering to your lingering affection for Yeonjun, you ball up on the mattress and finally allow your tears to escape. 

However, when as you finally begin to calm yourself and come to terms with reality, there’s a familiar knock on the door of your hotel room.

sunghoon • f.reader // smut 18+, school!au, badboy!sunghoon, goodgirl!reader, public sex, strictly fiction

You should be in class, sitting quietly at your desk, listening to the lecture your teacher has prepared, doing your work and taking notes like everyone else, like you have in all your years in attending. You’ve never missed a day of school, never failed a class, never bent or broken any rules.

You truly were a good girl.

Until he came to your school.

Until your curiousity got the better of you.

Because instead of doing what you’re told, being where you’re expected, you’re moaning like an insatiable slut into Sunghoon’s ears, hands clutching the infamous bad boy’s shoulders as he snaps his hips upward, fucking you open with sharp and deep movements. You feel his cock pulsating and caressing your sensitized walls with each ridge and vein as it stretches you delightfully. It has you wondering why you hadn’t skipped sooner. The pleasure is indescribable, mind lost in a sinful haze of pure ecstasy.

Sunghoon smirks as your eyes flutter in the back of your head when the tip of his length presses against that special spot inside of you, your pliant body dragging up and down the tiles of the locker room with each punishing thrust. Everything is hot, burning, and downright wrong.

But you absolutely love it.