𝓈ynopsis ; yoonchae is obsessive and horny. doesn’t listen to r’s story and still had the audacity to use your hand to jerk her d!ck off.
d𑄝nt like, d𑄝nt read.
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The apartment was quiet when the front door finally clicked open, but the energy shifted instantly. Yoonchae walked in looking like something straight out of a fever dream. She was still wearing the remnants of her concept shoot dark leather, heavy silver chains that clinked softly with every step, and that sharp, predatory eyeliner that made her gaze feel like it could cut through steel. She looked dangerous, expensive, and devastatingly hot.
"you're home late," you said, not looking up from your phone as you reclined on the couch. "how was the shoot?"
Yoonchae didn't answer immediately. Instead, you heard the heavy thud of her boots being kicked off, followed by the deliberate sound of her unbuttoning her jacket. When you finally glanced up, you realized she wasn't even looking at your face. Her dark eyes were fixed shamelessly on your chest, tracking the way your shirt hugged your curves. Her pupils were blown wide, dark pools of hunger that made your skin prickle.
"wow princess.. you look incredible today," She finally rasped, her voice dropping an octave. "i couldn't stop thinking about you during every single take. I kept imagining you sitting right here, wearing next to nothing, just waiting for me."
You rolled your eyes, though a flush crept up your neck. "yeah, yeah, flattery will get you everywhere. anyway—so my prof pissed me off three times today because.."
"you're so beautiful," she interrupted again, stepping closer until she was looming over you. She wasn't listening to a word about your day. Her nostrils flared as she leaned down, her gaze dropping again to the swell of your breasts. "baby, your shirt stretches when you breathe... god it's driving me insane."
"yoonchae, i'm serious, i'm trying to tell you something important about school," You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt a genuine prickle of irritation. "you're being completely rude. you come home and you don't even care about what I'm saying. just being a pervert."
You turned away from her, picking up your phone again and pretending to be deeply invested in a thread. The silence stretched between you, thick and charged. You expected her to argue or apologize properly, but instead, you felt the couch sink beside you.
Then came the heat.
Yoonchae didn't apologize with words. Instead, she buried her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling sharply. She began to nuzzle your throat, her breath hot and uneven. A soft, pathetic whimper escaped her throat as she pressed her body against your side. You could feel the unmistakable evidence of her arousal pressing against your thigh she was rock hard, desperate and aching.
"sorry," she whined against your skin, the sound muffled and needy. "please, baby, i'm sorry. i'm just so obsessed with you. i can't help it. don't be mad at me," She begged, her voice breaking. "please don't hate me for being like this.."
She was practically vibrating with need. Her hands wandered possessively, one gripping your hip while the other tugged at the hem of your shirt desperately wanting your attention back to her needy, flushed state.
You stayed silent, your thumb scrolling absently through your feed as if her desperate pleas and the wet heat of her breath against your pulse point didn't matter at all. The contrast was almost comical: you, calmly reading a thread about something mundane, while Yoonchae was unraveling beside you like a starving animal.
"please..." She whimpered again,. "just let me touch you. i've been thinking about this since the first hour of call time. i can't focus, i can't breathe when i'm not around you." Her teeth grazed your skin in a way that was half bite, half caress, sending a spark of electricity down your spine that you refused to acknowledge. "please, baby. let me make it up to you."
Her hand finally found its target, sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts with the practiced confidence of someone who knew exactly how to get what she wanted. When her fingers brushed against your bare skin, you didn't flinch; you simply shifted slightly to give her better access, your eyes never leaving the screen.
Yoonchae let out a choked, broken noise at your compliance. "thank you," she gasped, her voice thick with arousal. "thank you, thank you."
She guided your hand downward, pressing your palm against the straining fabric of her pants before sliding your fingers inside to find her. She was burning hot, her cock already slick and pulsing with every heartbeat. As soon as your fingers closed around her, she arched her back, her forehead dropping onto your shoulder as she let out a long, shaky exhale that sounded suspiciously like a sob.
"fuck, you're so good at this," She groaned, her hips beginning to jerk involuntarily against your hand. "don't stop. please don't stop, even if you're mad at me."
You finally spoke, though your voice remained flat, almost bored. "you're still being a pervert, yoonchae."
"i know, i know, i'm the worst," she whined, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She was chasing that release with a single minded obsession, her breath coming in ragged, wet pants. "i'm sorry i didn't listen. i'll listen to everything you say tomorrow, i promise. just... god, don't stop moving like that."
She was completely lost to it, her body shaking with the effort of maintaining some semblance of control while she begged for more. One of her hands came up to grip your thigh hard enough to leave bruises, her nails digging into your skin as she neared the edge. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her entire world reduced to the friction of your hand and the maddening, beautiful reality of you sitting there, utterly unimpressed by her meltdown.
Your thumb swiped past another photo on your feed, the blue light of the screen reflecting in your eyes while Yoonchae practically dissolved against you. The sound of her arousal was filling the quiet living room the wet friction of your palm against her cock, the ragged, uneven hitching of her breath, and those pathetic, needy little sounds she made every time you changed your grip.
"please... baby, please, fuck " she gasped, her hips bucking upward instinctively. She was losing it. The composed, untouchable idol from the shoot was gone, replaced by something raw and desperate. "just a little faster. please. i'm gonna "
"you're being loud," you interrupted quietly, finally glancing sideways at her. You didn't look angry anymore, just mildly inconvenienced, which somehow seemed to make her spiral even harder. "if you're gonna do this, at least try to be quiet about it. i'm trying to read."
Yoonchae let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a laugh, her eyes blown so wide the irises were almost gone. "i'll be quiet, i'll be so quiet, i swear just don't stop. please don't stop." Her fingers tangled in your hair, not pulling, but holding on like you were the only thing keeping her from floating away. "god, you're so mean to me when you're like this. i love it. i fucking love it."
Her movements became erratic, her cock sliding through your grip with increasing speed as she neared the breaking point. Her entire body was rigid, every muscle coiled tight. She buried her face back into the crook of your neck, biting down gently on your shoulder to stifle a scream as her climax began to roll over her.
"fuck fuck, baby " she choked out, her voice breaking completely. Her hips jerked violently against your hand, her cock pulsing in rhythm with her ragged breaths as she came. She shuddered against you, her body going limp as the intensity of it drained every ounce of strength from her limbs.
For several long seconds, the only sound in the room was her heavy, wet breathing and the faint hum of the refrigerator. She stayed draped over you, her forehead pressed against your collarbone, her chest heaving.
"better?" You asked after a moment, your voice cool as you turned your attention back to your phone.
Yoonchae let out a weak, satisfied moan, nuzzling closer to your skin. "yeah," she whispered, sounding completely wrecked and utterly devoted. "so much better. now... tell me about your boss again. i'm listening now. i promise."
You didn't give her an immediate answer, letting her hang there for a moment while you finished the article you were reading. The silence was heavy, filled only with the fading echoes of her breathing and the faint smell of her expensive perfume mixed with something sharper, more primal. After a beat, you finally locked your phone and set it aside on the cushion, turning your body toward her.
"you better be serious about listening," You said, though your voice had softened just a fraction. "Because i'm not repeating myself."
Yoonchae lifted her head from your shoulder, her face flushed and her lips swollen from where she'd been biting them. Her hair was a complete mess, strands sticking to her damp forehead, and her eyes still held that glassy, post orgasmic haze. But when she looked at you, there was no more begging just that terrifying, focused intensity. She looked like she wanted to devour you whole.
"i'm serious, princess. i'm all yours," She promised, but her hands were already betraying her. Even as she nodded solemnly, her palm was sliding up your thigh again, her thumb tracing lazy, possessive circles against your skin. "tell me everything. every single boring detail. I want to know exactly what happened to you today."
You started talking, recounting the annoyance of your bio professor and the stress of your evening classes. You kept your tone steady, almost clinical, but you could feel her watching your mouth as you spoke. She wasn't just listening to your words; she was studying the way your lips moved, the way your expression shifted when you got frustrated, the way your throat moved when you swallowed, she was still playing with her cum on her d!ck, whimpering here and there because of how sensitive her tip is.
Halfway through your story, you felt her lips press against the sensitive skin just below your ear. "and then he had the audacity to ask for a report by five," you continued, though you felt a shiver run down your spine when her tongue swiped lightly across your lobe.
"that's terrible," Yoonchae murmured against your skin, her voice vibrating through you. "he sounds like an asshole. you shouldn't have to deal with that." Her hand wandered higher, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shirt to find the bare skin of your waist. "you deserve so much better. you deserve to be taken care of."
She nipped at your earlobe, her breath hot and teasing. "you deserve to have someone who listens to every single word you say... and-and someone who makes sure you're too distracted to even remember why you were stressed in the first place."
You cut her off with a sharp exhale. "Yoonchae, you’re being horny again."
