your relationship with yeonjun has always been perfect, until he discovered your tumblr account | 5481
smut. established relationship. idol!yeonjun. idol!soobin. mentions of tumblr fanfics. overstimulation. fingering. threesome. dom/sub dynamics. oral (f&m receiving). double penetration. praise kink. degradation kink maybe? idk. cuckolding. rough play. tummy bulge. edging. orgasm denial. chocking. humiliation. partner sharing. unprotected sex.
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If you started listing every single positive thing about dating an idol like Choi Yeonjun, the list would probably be endless.
Working at his company didn't just mean proximity. It gave you the perfect excuse for little getaways together in different cities. Mini holidays tucked between schedules.
The tour kept expanding, city after city, and Yeonjun had a talent — or perhaps a flaw — for pushing himself past his limits just to give his absolute best on stage.
On the other hand, your role was more about presence than anything else, which meant you had as much free time as you wanted. And what better way to spend it than scrolling through tumblr? You'd been addicted long before you'd even dared to fantasise about dating your bias.
And although you'd never really had any serious arguments — nothing beyond who'd eaten the last slice of pizza or why he kept stealing a few of your clothes to complete his outfits — you hadn't expected something so... small to turn into a problem.
One that would lead to a solution you never saw coming.
You came back from the kitchen with a mug of coffee for him and a hot chocolate for yourself, but your smile faltered the moment you caught the look he threw at you as you stepped into the room again.
“Is something wrong?” You asked, genuinely confused, setting both mugs down on the bedside table before turning your head back to him.
You've never been the type to hide things from each other and, although Yeonjun has never been the sort of boyfriend to snoop through phones, your pin is his birthday — and he knows it, uses it whenever he wants to send himself the photos you've taken of him or put some music on from your mobile.
Even so, he doesn't need to answer.
He simply turns your phone around, holding it up in front of your face, and there it is — your Tumblr account glowing back at you from the screen.
“I opened a notification by accident,” he explains, though the tightness in his voice, the way his whole body has gone rigid, tells you he's forcing himself to stay composed because the other members are just a few hotel rooms away. “It's... sweet that you read stories about me, yn, won't deny that.”
The use of your actual name is enough to make your stomach drop.
Yeonjun is hopelessly addicted to sickeningly cute pet names. And when he stops using them — that's when something is wrong.
“Baby, I don't understand–”
“Oh, you don't understand?” He scoffs, humourless, glancing away for a second as if you've just lied to his face. You haven't.
You genuinely don't know what's upsetting him.
“A story where i'm a university playboy who turns out to be a virgin? Yeah, I can wrap my head around you fantasising about that...” He looks back at you, then down at the phone, scrolling until he reaches the part that clearly matters.
And when your eyes catch Distraction – Choi Soobin, reblogged on your profile — you swallow.
“'Needed something like this in my life,'” he quotes, disbelief laced through every syllable. “Is this a joke?”
Your comment clearly doesn't amuse him. Your phone slips from his hand onto the bed as he stands abruptly.
“Baby, it's not what you think. I was just reading it and liked the narrative, it's not like—”
“Like what?” He cuts in. “Like you read erotic stories about my bandmate?”
His voice threatens to rise, but he forces it down. He refuses to even consider shouting at you. Still, the vein standing out against his bare forehead gives him away.
“I'm not fantasising about soobin, baby, please.” You step closer, hoping your words will be enough to steady him.
Your hands brush over his forearms — a silent question, asking for permission before you hold him.
“I promise it's not like that. I only read it because I've probably already read every single fanfic about you.”
Yeonjun watches you for a few seconds, jaw tight — then it slowly eases. His shoulders drop with a measured breath, and you take the chance to wrap your arms around his waist.
“They're called fanfics?”
You can't help but smile at the shift in his voice — softer now, threaded with faint curiosity.
Yeonjun is so not chronically online it borders on impressive. He genuinely has no idea what his fans create about him.
And you thought the conversation would end there — that it wouldn't come up again.
Until a couple of nights later.
After a hot shower, waiting for him to come back from practice, you pick out the comfiest pyjamas you own for the night.
When he appears at the bedroom door, you smile and step close enough to kiss him in greeting, but the sheer intensity of him catches you off guard.
"Ngh—" slips from your throat against his mouth. His hands cradle your head as if he needs to make sure you won't pull away and, god, it's Choi Yeonjun — it's impossible not to feel your knees weaken when he kisses you like that.
“Missed you— so fucking much—” he murmurs between kisses that grow messier, less restrained. his teeth catch your bottom lip and another soft, helpless whimper spills from your throat.
His hands find your hips and he lifts you as if you weigh nothing at all. He carries you to the bed, lets your body fall back against the mattress.
Before you can even catch your breath, his teeth sink into the inside of your thighs, sharp and deliberate, while his fingers push the fabric of your shorts aside — your panties along with them.
Your hips lift instinctively when you feel his breath ghost over your cunt, warm and teasing.
“Babe—“ you whimper, and that alone makes him grin. He knows where you want him. He always knows.
His tongue teases your clit at first — slow. Your legs tremble, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging without meaning to.
Yeonjun has always been good at eating you out. he knows how to start, where to lick, which movements make your breath hitch, how to take his time until you're shaking for him.
You squeeze your eyes shut. His name slips from your lips before you can stop it, and your hips chase friction at the maddening slowness of his movements. But you already know him, and he knows you.
So his hands grip your thighs to keep you exactly where he wants you, his mouth devouring you like he's been thinking about this all day.
And if there's one thing Yeonjun is even better at than eating you out, it's using his fingers.
“Fuck— yes!” your back arches when you feel two fingers push inside without warning, sliding in slick and effortless.
It's ridiculous how wet you get just for him — how your body gives you away every single time. But you can't help it, can you?
His lips close around your clit, sucking gently while his tongue keeps a steady rhythm. He's always been addicted to your taste, your scent — the way you unravel for him does something to his head.
His fingers stay buried inside you, curling in that come here motion that hits exactly where you need it most.
You moan loud, embarrassingly loud. Your skin prickles every time his fingertips brush that sweet, devastating spot, the tension in your stomach tightening and loosening in waves, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.
But when you open your eyes — almost like your body's bracing for the orgasm about to wreck you — your heart lurches violently in your chest.
Soobin is standing in the doorway.
“What the—!” You jolt, legs instinctively trying to snap shut as you push yourself up, but Yeonjun stops you.
“Stay.” He growls against you, the vibration of his voice sending a sharp shiver through your body.
He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes darker than they were seconds ago. “Lie back, yn. Now.”
Your body lowers back onto the mattress, obedient despite the chaos in your head. His fingers keep striking that spot again and again, precise, but you force yourself to stay composed. You can't look away from Soobin, still standing in the doorway like this is nothing. Like this is normal.
“What is going on?” You manage, breath thin, eyes flicking back to your boyfriend as he shifts to get comfortable.
He settles at your side on the bed, propped slightly on one elbow, never once stopping the steady rhythm of his fingers inside you. He finds your g spot effortlessly — he always does — but your hips are stiff now, your muscles tense. You don't let the pleasure take you. Not while Soobin is watching.
Yeonjun and Soobin share a look, and the third presence between you begins to move with calm steps towards the bed. The eye contact between you is intense, charged, even though Soobin's demeanour remains what it always is — outwardly relaxed, almost shy, if you didn't know him well enough to see past it.
He kneels beside the bed, his face level with yours.
But you turn to your boyfriend instead, frowning.
“Yeonjun, this isn't—”your voice breaks off, swallowed by your own whimper when his fingers suddenly pick up speed inside you.
“Were you saying something?” he arches a brow, holding your gaze — almost. Because your eyes are fighting to stay on him instead of rolling back at the forced pleasure coiling tight in your stomach.
“I– I—” You can barely form words without dissolving into a mess of broken moans. You're tense — so tense your body has nowhere to send the pressure except into the pleasure Yeonjun keeps dragging out of you, mercilessly pressing against that spot while he watches your face.
His jaw is tight, eyes dark — almost black. You can feel his erection against your leg, hard, insistent, pulsing with every shallow breath he takes.
“You know our safeword,” he says, tone measured, almost clinical — like this is a test. “You'll say it if you need to. Won't you? Say it, yn. Go on.”
It's an order. You recognise it.
But your mind won't cooperate. Not when your orgasm is cresting, seconds away from tearing through you — not with your boyfriend's fingers inside you and his bandmate kneeling right there, watching you fall apart.
Yeonjun knows your body so well — like the back of his hand — that at the very first sign of your release, the way your walls tighten around his fingers, he stops without warning.
You cry out, the tension draining from you all at once as frustration replaces it. Your eyes look wrecked, desperate — almost as if you're being punished.
“Quiet.” His voice is firm. It makes you feel small.
The voice beside you makes you turn, heat rushing to your face. You can't hold Soobin's gaze for more than half a second. Your body throbs in response to the praise, and beside you, Yeonjun's jaw tightens even further.
You look back at your boyfriend, your eyes silently asking what this is — why Soobin is here. No warning. No explanation.
Without a word, his fingers start moving inside you again, slower this time — but now his thumb joins in, tracing tight circles over your clit. You swallow a moan; It's almost too much, the stimulation sharp and overwhelming.
“Didn't you like the story about you and Soobin having sex in his room?” Yeonjun asks.
Your cheeks burn. You've never felt so exposed.
“You're going to tell him every detail, yn,” Yeonjun orders — nearly a threat — as his fingers pick up pace again, the double attention between your legs dragging you helplessly back towards pleasure. “Every. Single. Detail.”
“I don't want to.” you murmur, trying to make it sound steady instead of like another broken moan slipping out of you.
“And what's the word for that?” He raises his brows.
You part your lips to answer — but Soobin steals your attention again.
“You can tell me, yn,” he says softly. “You know I wouldn't judge you, right?”
You glance at him for only a second before looking back at Yeonjun. Your walls tighten around his fingers — not from release this time, but from the weight of being watched. From the way Soobin's calm voice does something to you. It's inevitable. It's your body reacting.
“Come on, yn,” Yeonjun urges. “Tell him.”
You turn to Soobin, properly meeting his eyes, and your lips fall open. A soft whine slips out when your boyfriend suddenly increases the pace again.
“I was only reading it because—”
“Yn.” Yeonjun's voice brushes your ear in warning, his fingers pressing a little deeper.
Soobin lifts his brows slightly, silently urging you to continue.
“It's about a girl who's your best friend and s-she likes you—” You manage, words trembling as the knot in your stomach pulls tight again.
Soobin nods, his hand lifting to cup your cheek gently. “You're doing so well. Keep going.”
The knot tightens, sharper now, and Yeonjun takes advantage of it — his fingers moving faster, more deliberate. His thumb knows the exact rhythm to keep you hovering right at the edge without letting you fall.
“And then y-you offer to calm her down, you start to—”
Your legs try to close, instinctively, but they don't let you. You glance at Yeonjun, and he's looking at you like you're the most intoxicating thing he's ever seen.
“You're going to keep those pretty eyes on soobin, alright?” He murmurs. You nod, not daring to disobey. “If you look at me again, i'll stop. And you don't want that, do you?”
You love when he does that — speaks to you like he knows exactly what you need.
Your head turns back to Soobin, and the wrongness of it all only makes it more intoxicating.
“Look at you,” Soobin murmurs, “so pretty and so desperate at the same time.” His thumb drags lightly over your lower lip. “Go on. I want to hear the rest.”
“No.” Yeonjun corrects now, his voice firm against your ear. “He goes down on you.”
You swallow, hips lifting instinctively to chase more friction.
“You go down on me— while I'm looking at the mirror on the ceiling—” your back arches; Soobin's mouth curves faintly at that. “Then you make her— make me cum a few times and—”
Soobin catches the shift in your expression before you even warn. his eyes darken.
“I’m gonna cum,” you breathe out, the words torn from you in a desperate whisper. Your hips lift, your legs trembling uncontrollably. “Shit— 'm going to cum.”
Soobin glances at Yeonjun, then back at you.
You don't want to. Not like this. Not while looking at your boyfriend's bandmate.
“Baby, please—” You turn, almost pleading and instantly regret it when you feel the sudden emptiness as his fingers slide out of you. “Yeonjun!”
“I warned you.” He says simply, shifting to switch places with Soobin. “Hands above your head. Eyes closed.”
You look at both of them before obeying. You feel your legs being parted by warm hands, though you can't quite tell whose they are.
“She's soaked.” Soobin murmurs under his breath, sounding almost surprised.
“Such a pathetic mess,” your boyfriend replies, almost mockingly. “She's always like this. Sometimes I don't even have to touch her for her to get that wet.”
Your cheeks burn. They're talking about you like you're not even there — or like it doesn't matter that you are.
“You should see her after shows,” yeonjun adds, his voice brushing across your face. “Her panties are ruined every time I perform Talk to you, my needy little whore.”
Yeonjun's perfume fills your lungs, makes your stomach twist — but while he keeps talking, warmth spreads between your legs.
You jolt — first because it's Soobin, and second because his tongue is warm, slow, and he knows exactly where to lick without you having to guide him— just like Yeonjun.
“F-fuck, yes,” you breathe out, eyes squeezing shut as your hips tense. “Mm— right there.”
“Told you,” your boyfriend mutters, fingers tangling in your hair to tilt your head back with that familiar, controlled firmness. “She goes stupid if you know how to eat her.”
His thumb brushes along your jaw as he leans closer.
“And that's nothing,” he adds, voice low against your ear, “you've no idea what she's like when you start playing with her nipples.”
Your lips part when you feel the tip of Yeonjun brush against them, and he begins to move his hips — slow at first. His grip in your hair is firm, guiding the rhythm of your mouth taking him.
“And her mouth is so...” He exhales heavily, almost a growl, “so easy to use. It’s a fucktoy you're going to love.”
Soobin only answers with low, muffled "mhm" sounds between your thighs, eating you like a starving man. The only things filling the room alongside Yeonjun's voice are your choked, uncontrollable moans — and the wet sounds of Soobin's tongue against you.
His chin is slick with you, your arousal coating him even though you haven't come yet.
And just when you think you couldn't possibly be any more overstimulated, you feel two hands travelling up your body until they reach your nipples.
But no — It’s not Yeonjun.
Soobin's fingers squeeze them gently at first, drawing a sharp arch from your back. Then his touch turns precise, deliberate — thumbs circling the hardened peaks, rolling them in a way that pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
Yeonjun uses your mouth, thrusting steadily, his length sliding deep into your throat. Tears spill down your cheeks, but your eyes stay shut, your hands remain above your head — just like he told you.
One of the things he's always loved about you is the way your throat tightens around him, how you can take him so deep without faltering. You barely gag anymore — almost used to it from the countless times you've done this for him.
Yeonjun knows how much you love doing this — how soaked you get for him, tasting every inch of him in your mouth.
Soobin's tongue on your clit becomes unbearable, and your nipples burn with overstimulation, so you let yourself fall into the pleasure completely.
Your moan vibrates against Yeonjun's skin, your hips lifting instinctively, while Soobin grows even more desperate to taste every drop you spill across him.
The climax hits so hard that your thighs clamp around him without meaning to, the intensity stretching the pleasure far beyond what you're used to.
You twist on the bed, drawing your legs together, arching your back, trying to ride out the orgasm as it rolls through you.
“I’m not done with you yet,” you hear your boyfriend growl, tugging your hair to pull you back. You moan, tilting your head up to look at him. His knees press into the edge of the bed, eyes dark and amused as he watches you like the toy he's playing with. “Look at you — so easy to ruin.”
It's true. You're a mess, and this is only the beginning. Tears blur your vision, your chest struggles for normal breaths, and your legs tremble uncontrollably.
Soobin wipes the remnants of you with his hand and glances at his friend. “Can i?”
You notice immediately that Soobin's cock is bigger than Yeonjun's — just by looking — but everything happens so fast that you barely register it.
Your head falls back over the edge of the bed, mouth open, while soobin thrusts slowly into your throat — taking his time just to see the way your gag tightens around him as you choke out muffled moans.
Yeonjun gives you no chance to recover. His hands clamp onto your hips after pulling off your clothes, and with a hard, precise thrust, he hits your g spot again, sending sharp, delicious jolts of overstimulation through you.
The sound of him thrusting roughly echoes through your room, fingers digging into your skin as if he's afraid you might vanish.
And you? You're just a small, overstimulated thing caught between two friends, a mess of saliva around Soobin's cock.
He slips from your mouth with just the right softness. A heavy groan escapes him, and even though you can breathe again, it's impossible to do it properly. Not with the raw, relentless way your boyfriend is fucking you.
You glance toward the end of the bed — Yeonjun's forehead slick with sweat, hair pushed back. The sight is hypnotic, as it always is. Effortlessly beautiful. Eyes locked on your bouncing breasts.
“Look at him,” he says, breath ragged, lifting his piercing gaze to yours while thrusting his hips with even more brutal force. “Don't you dare look at me.”
You do it — because Yeonjun's voice always leaves you weak, and by now you're far too exhausted to think logically.
Soobin watches you, his thumb brushing against your lower lip, sliding inside for you to suck. You do. The skin at the back of his neck ripples.
“She's really enjoying this.” He murmurs to yeonjun, almost mockingly.
Your eyes stay locked on his, his finger pressing against your tongue, and you open your mouth obediently. He brings his cock closer again, and you lean forward to lick the tip. A low, amused laugh escapes him.
Yeonjun guides your legs onto his shoulders, lifting your hips. Stars flare behind your eyelids as the tip of his cock finds exactly where you need it.
“Mm— gonna cum.” You barely warn him, voice high and whiny, already trembling with need.
Soobin exhales heavily, glancing back at his friend. “She’s always like this?”
Yeonjun grips you harder, thrusting into you with a brutal force that borders on painful — and you love every second of it.
“Yeah,” he pants, barely looking at Soobin, eyes fixed on you. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you take Soobin in your mouth. “She's always this cockdrunk.”
Just hearing the word is enough to let your body release all the built-up tension, flooding Yeonjun's cock with your fluids. You moan loudly against Soobin, the vibration tickling the tip of him.
“Fuck, Yeonjun, i’m gonna cum.” Soobin warns, tilting his head back as you try to catch your breath, still sucking on him.
“No, don't—” your boyfriend says, shifting his attention to him with a sharp glance, pulling out of you to give you a moment to recover.
A moment so short you barely manage it.
In movements that felt almost torturous, Yeonjun guided Soobin until he was positioned over you. His instructions to you were clear. “On your back,” “look at him,” “hands up”
And you did, because by now you were fully wrapped up in everything happening.
Soobin slides into you carefully, giving you time to adjust to his size. He isn’t as thick as Yeonjun, but noticeably longer. His eyes stay on you the entire time, as if silently asking whether you’re alright, whether you’re sure about this.
And you are — you always are.
The dynamic with your boyfriend has been like this since the beginning of your relationship. He orders, you obey. Yeonjun has a thing for control, and it goes beyond sex. In the middle of the street, in everyday life, even at work — he likes to give instructions, likes everyone to see that if there’s anyone who knows how to handle you properly, who knows exactly what you need, it’s him.
Your eyes search for him because you can’t help it. Even though Soobin knows how to move and it feels fucking good, your pleasure answers to only one person in that room.
His gaze is locked on you, his hand wrapped around his hard cock. He barely moves it, almost as if he’s enjoying watching you more than touching himself.
You can see in his eyes that he’s enjoying this far more than he wants to admit.
“Look at him.” He mouths the words — no sound needed. This is a punishment, one you’re both enjoying. A punishment for daring to think about someone else intimately.
And Soobin? Soobin gives you a raw thrust that drags you back to the present. So rough your eyes water.
Because, yes. It feels soo good.
Your back arches, your eyes roll, and a broken whine echoes through the room. Your legs tremble — a confusing mix of ache and desire that you can’t translate into words, only into incoherent sounds.
Soobin leans down just enough to keep thrusting into you in a way that feels impossibly deep, so deep your stomach tightens almost instantly. You glance down — a subtle bulge appearing in your abdomen with each snap of his hips. The sight is nearly as hypnotic as the movement itself.
Finally, he kisses you. At first his lips only brush yours, almost as if he’s asking before pressing them fully against you. They’re full — like your boyfriend’s — but different, and for a second your mind blanks.
Soobin kisses well. too well.
His thrusts pick up. Faster. Harder. Relentless. The kiss that began slow and deep turns messy, urgent. One of his hands moves to your nipple, playing with it in a way that makes your back arch sharply, breaking the kiss with breathless moans.
But that doesn’t stop him.
“S’ tight,” he groans against your lips as his hips pick up more speed, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re s’fucking tight.”
He says it like it’s a compliment you should be proud of, and your walls clench instinctively around his width in response.
“S-soobin— s’good—!” Your voice comes out ridiculously high, exhausted but desperate. The sound of skin slapping skin is obscene, filthy — loud enough that the rest of the hotel floor could probably hear. You don’t care.
When you feel that internal tightening that tells you you’re close, you instinctively turn your head towards Yeonjun — but Soobin catches your jaw, guiding your face back to him. It isn’t rough. It’s surprisingly gentle for someone who feels seconds away from losing control.
His eyes are almost black, fixed on you with a hunger and a kind of desperation you’ve never seen in his usual calm composure.
You lift your hips just slightly, chasing your own release — adjusting the angle with deliberate precision. It tips you over the edge without warning. The orgasm hits hard, sudden, stealing the air from your lungs and blurring your vision.
“Fuck, Soobin—!” You cry out helplessly, right at the peak, while he keeps thrusting instead of slowing down. It’s overwhelming. Delicious. Almost too much.
“Stay like that— just like that.” It sounds like an order and a plea at the same time. Your eyes are hazy with pleasure, but you catch the exact moment he loses himself too — his brows knitting together, eyes squeezing shut as a broken, uncharacteristically raw groan tears from his throat.
His hips gradually slow after you feel him spill inside you — warm, sticky, intimate. You let your body fall back against the mattress, and he braces himself with one hand beside your head, keeping his weight from crushing you.
Both of you are breathless. Both of you wrecked.
The hand still resting on your chest gives a few lazy squeezes, like he’s trying to come back down from whatever just overtook him.
When you finally look at each other, you realise you look the same — wide, disbelieving eyes. Flushed cheeks. Swollen lips. Shy, almost embarrassed little laughs slipping out under your breath.
And then, together, you turn to look at Yeonjun.
His hand is still wrapped around his thick erection. His abdomen is tight, muscles drawn sharp beneath his skin. The veins in his arms stand out — and the ones along his length are even more pronounced.
He takes a few steps closer and, even though you feel like you’ve already given everything, you know this is where the real punishment begins.
Soobin is still hard. Still inside you. The only difference now is that you’re on top of him, the new position letting him reach even deeper. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing, thumbs circling your nipples in slow, deliberate motions.
But he isn’t the reason those shameless whimpers tear from your throat, nearly turning into cries.
The merciless thrusts he drives into you, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still as he pushes into your other hole — each movement sharp, controlled, unrelenting.
His other hand wraps around your throat — firm, precise — pressing in just the right places, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make your head feel light, your pulse throb beneath his fingers.
“Is this what you wanted?” He breathes against your ear, raw and unsteady. It sounds like a reprimand, jealousy tangled up with hunger. “To have us both inside you?”
Soobin lifts his hips to meet you, driving deeper, faster. Your sweet spot doesn’t get a second to recover — It’s struck again and again without mercy.
Yeonjun’s skin slams against you, harsh and relentless. Tears spill from your eyes. It hurts. But it feels so, so good.
The head of Yeonjun’s cock hits exactly where it needs to — over and over again — rough, relentless, not once pausing to ask whether it hurts, whether you like it. You can feel his jealousy working itself out through every thrust, his grip on your hips unyielding, possessive. A reminder.
His words at your ear are clear. “Don’t you— fucking dare to forget who you belong to.”
Your eyes are on Soobin — on the way he’s losing himself, the way he enjoys every drop of your weight onto his oversensitive length — but all your awareness is centred on Yeonjun. On his hand at your throat. His voice. The punishing rhythm of his hips.
“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry,” you whimper, turning your face just enough to catch his gaze. “‘M–‘m shit—! ’m yours—ah!”
They both pick up the pace at the same time, like some unspoken agreement you’re not part of. Your body is so overstimulated, so worn down, that your next orgasm climbs frighteningly fast.
Third? Fourth? You’ve lost count.
All you know is the knot tightening deep inside you — but this time it spreads. Not just in your cunt. It coils through parts of you didn’t even know could feel like this, building into something bigger, sharper, overwhelming.
The first thing you grab onto are Soobin’s forearms. Your nails dig into them, and the sting only makes his thrusts turn faster, rougher. You can feel it building again, that sharp, desperate need to cum. It’s different this time. Stronger. Fuller. Almost unbearable.
“Mmm— pleasse—! I–I need—” you babble, because that’s all you are right now. A toy. Something for them to use. You’re a wreck of incoherent, pathetic little sounds. “C–cum—! ’M going— i—!”
Yeonjun’s mouth is at your neck, biting down, leaving possessive marks along the spots that make you tremble hardest. Your cunt aches with pleasure, clenching tight around Soobin as his fingers keep teasing your sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer.
At the same time, you feel yourself tighten around Yeonjun too — your other hole fluttering helplessly as he groans low against your skin, his own release right on the brink of breaking.
“Look at what you made me do,” he mutters against your skin, almost venomous. “Attention whore — Is that what you are?”
Your nails dig deeper into Soobin’s skin. You hear him groan at the sting, but you can’t stop. You’re too far gone.
Yeonjun leans back to your ear, lips brushing the shell of it as he delivers the final words that split you open completely.
“Yes—!” Your voice comes out high, broken, shrill — right as your orgasm crashes into you at the same time as theirs. The three of you unravel together, bodies locking, tension snapping all at once. Heat floods you, overwhelming, intimate, leaving you shaking through the aftershock.
Your body and Yeonjun’s both slump to the side of Soobin, your boyfriend immediately wrapping his arms around your waist. Even the softness of his touch makes you hypersensitive now — your whole body trembling, nerves misfiring like tiny electric shocks beneath your skin. You can’t even open your eyes properly.
“You did so well,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, his voice returning to that gentle, honeyed tone that always undoes you. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
Another kiss — this time to your cheek.
Soobin props his head on his hand, still catching his breath, watching the two of you quietly.
All three of you know this isn’t going to be a one night thing.
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