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(um this one kinda wild, have fun tho)

summary: your rude roommate yeonjun is a faceless cam-content creator, who just happens to be your favourite one too. [DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, camboy-dom!yeonjun x fem!reader, masturbation, dubcon, degradation (and not just mild), reader tries to be bratty, big dick yeonjun, exhibitionism (sex on cam), choking/gagging, basically rough sex] wc: 2,559

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you moved into the apartment almost a month ago, now sharing a space with a rather cocky man—choi yeonjun. he was walking seduction, either wearing low necks, or sleeveless tops, and a resting bitch face.

hell, he barely acknowledged your presence and if he did, it'd be to nag you.

yeonjun never even tried to gel up to you, he just accepted you as his new roommate and rolled with it. you know nothing about him, the mystery only adding up to his appeal.

all you knew about him is that he was a swimming coach, apparently. you're not even sure. he hardly ever talked to you, mostly locked inside his room when he wasn't at work.

oh, and he had made it known to you that his room was off-limits. "if you want to say anything, just text me. i don't want you knocking on my door." his exact words. he wouldn't be home all night during the weekends, you were somewhat convinced that he was a murderer, or did atleast something illegal.

this kept going for around five weeks, until one night yeonjun decided to come home for the weekend. and, since you were so used to spending weekends alone in the apartment, you did what you always did when alone.

your panties were pulled down to your ankles as you opened your phone and then twitter, heading straight to your usually preferred account.

yawnzzn.

he was an anonymous camboy, never showed his face or revealed his name and he never had to. his videos still blew up everytime. and, he had just posted a new one while you were out earlier. ofcourse, you had to watch it the moment you came home and found the apartment empty.

you clicked on his newest video, the thumbnail being a shot of his abs and him holding his huge cock. but this time, he had an underwear wrapped around it too.

that underwear...looked way too familiar as his long fingers held the maroon lace around his veiny length and rubbed himself against it.

you could hear the faintest groans leaving his mouth, watching how his hips bucked into his hands, the tip of his member red and glistening with precum.

your lips parted and you leaned your back against the bed's headboard, your free hand dipping between your legs and grazing over your bare and aroused clit. you bit your bottom lip, rubbing your bottom lip as you watched him stroke his length using the panties. which were so similar to the ones that disappeared from your laundry.

but you didn't pay attention to that, too distracted by the shudder running up your spine when you slipped a finger inside yourself, sighing at how easily it did.

you placed the phone down on the mattress, between your legs, using one hand to massage your clit and the other one to thrust into yourself. you added another finger, imagining it to be the cock on your screen, imagining his hand to be your walls.

a soft moan escaped your lips, your walls clenching around your two fingers as you played with yourself. you wished you knew his name, so you could moan it, because he sounded so hot everytime he sighed or moaned. it made your pussy tingle, only wishing that he was the one fucking you, not your fingers like every other weekend.

your stomach knotted when you heard him mumble a low, "fuck.." under his breathe. you closed your eyes, the sound echoing in your ears and almost making you come, before you heard a scoff from your room's door.

you froze, fingers stilling on your clit and inside you as you forced your eyes open. you hadn't bothered to lock your door, since you were home alone anyways, so...

it can't be, right?

you swallowed thickly and hesitantly turned your face to look at the door of your room, your heart dropping to your stomach when you saw your rommate standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a sinister smirk on his face.

yeonjun stared at you, not fazed when you look at him and freeze. "why stop, y/n? i was enjoying the show." he chuckled and stepped inside the room.

your heartbeat skyrocketed when he entered your room, your hands immediately leaving your body and locking your phone again. "yeonjun, what the fuck? y-you're such a creep." you panicked and sat up, reaching for the comforter to cover your body.

yeonjun caught a glance of your phone's screen before you turned it off, and his smirk only grew. his steps didn't stop, instead stopping your hands from reaching for the sheets. "that's rich, coming from someone who was touching themself to a random guy's video." he taunted and grabbed your hand, forcing it down between your legs again.

your eyes widened, body starting to tremble due to how embarrassed you're starting to feel. "i-"

"shh, no need to get all shy with me. not when i was the one you were masturbating to." his words made your throat go dry. no. you had to have heard it wrong, or this is just a dream.

yeonjun noticed your shock and it only amused him further as he pressed your fingers against your clit again, "what? you didn't realise that even after seeing the panties i used in that video?" he scoffed, watching how your body immediately shivered at the touch.

your brain was already in an overdrive and you could barely form words, let alone stop him. it made sense that the panties looked just like the ones that you couldn't find. they were yours.

"are you that dumb?" the mocking in his tone snapped you out of your headspace, staring up at him with your eyes still wide. he didn't stop there, guiding your finger back inside your already wet pussy, "or are you just a slut, who's only ever thinking about my cock?" his voice deepened.

it wasn't playful or teasing anymore, straight up cruel. a chill ran through your body when his darkened eyes met yours, his body now hovering above yours as he basically made you finger yourself.

you should be offended, you should push him off you, but you don't. instead, a whimper escapes your lips at his words. and, you hate yourself for it.

the fact that yeonjun is the man behind yawnzzn is more than your mind can comprehend at once. the man you've been living with, is the same man you've been getting yourself off to. and you didn't even know. it does make you feel stupid, and now you're trapped under yeonjun's body with his hand pumping your fingers in and out of you.

"hell, you're not even stopping me?" he laughed, the sound borderline evil as he observes you for a split second. "you are actually getting off on this, fucking slut."

yeonjun's words make your face grow hot, both in humiliation and excitement. "you..you're the one jerking yourself off on camera, so who's the slut here?" you don't know where you find the confidence, given the state you are currently in.

the words do happen to have the desired effect because yeonjun pauses, his gaze sharpening and jaw clenching before his lip twitches up.

he retreated his hands and took off his jacket, "yeah? well, let's find out, then." yeonjun challenged as he threw his jacket on your bedroom's floor and walked out without a word.

your brows furrowed when he left the bedroom without an explanation. was that it? what was he even doing?

your confusion didn't last long, since yeonjun walked back into your room holding a camera. if your eyes weren't already hard enough, they just grew wider.

you sat up and swallowed thickly, "i'm not putting myself on cam." you blurted, not even considering it once.

yeonjun didn't respond immediately, just glancing at you as he moved some settings around. "you're not gonna be on cam. just your cunt." he said it so casually and threw the camera on your bed, right beside you.

you licked your lips, "and, why would i agree to this?"

yeonjun grabbed the hem of his tshirt and pulled it over his head, the sight of his abs all to familiar from all his videos you've watched. "because you want me fuck you, y/n." he grinned, and it wasn't the nice kind.

your breathe faltered when he stepped close again, now standing at the edge of your bed, his hips leveling with your face and his infamously big dick straining his jeans.

"what makes you so sure, yeonjun? i didn't even know it was you behind the screen." you try to defend yourself, but that resolve weakens when yeonjun reaches to unzip his pants. you eyes dart down, your face right in front of his crotch.

yeonjun pulls out his cock from underneath his boxers, hard and flushed. "are we going to act like you weren't thinking about this when you were fucking yourself, just moments ago?" yeonjun grumbled and pressed the head against your lips. "now, stop acting like you don't want this and be a good slut." he ordered, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

your eyes flickered with an obvious sense of lust when yeonjun's manhood pressed against your lips and your lips parted instinctively, giving it an opening.

"see? your mouth knows how much of a whore you are." yeonjun chuckled mockingly, not hesitating to thrust his hips into your mouth.

a loud muffled moan left your throat, your jaw slacing to make room for him as yeonjun dragged himself out and back inside your mouth. "such a warm mouth, fuck. bet your hole's warmer, isn't it?" he hummed, fisting your hair and moving your head back and forth.

you looked up at him through your lashes, your cheeks hollowing and tongue wetting his length as he halted at the back of your throat. he wasn't moving fast, solely focusing on getting his dick lubed before he actually fucked you.

yeonjun looks down at you with eyes glazed in desire, "i don't plan on letting you suck my dick, but you look awfully good with your mouth stuffed." he scoffed, pushing himself back in one last time before pulling his cock out of your mouth.

your cheeks were flushed, a single string of saliva connecting your lips to his, now swollen head.

yeonjun grabbed you by the neck, pushing you down onto the mattress and climbing on top of you. he trailed his thumb over your lower lip, wiping the drool before pushing his index and middle finger inside your mouth. "but, that doesn't mean i can't keep your mouth full." he chuckled, his jeans and boxers now joining the clothes scattered on the floor.

you graoned around his fingers, feeling absolutely wasted at the way he was talking to you. looking at you. treating you.

his other hand grabbed his camera, angling it low enough to only capture you below your neck. "lift your tshirt." he ordered as he started the recording. "give them a good show, hm? you know i have a greedy audience." he cooed, nudging your thighs apart with his knee.

you stared up at him, then glancing at his camera recording you. your hands were shaky, but you complied, not sure exactly why you were into this. it was sickening.

you lifted your tshirt, settling it right above you bare tits. yeonjun exhaled a sharp breathe at the sight and sat on his haunches, positioning himself between your legs and keeping two of his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on.

your body tensed when he brushed his tip between your folds and groaned at how wet you still were. he lowered the camera, letting it capture how his cock pushed it's way inside your cunt. "fucking hell, you're so tight for someone who acts like a slut." he spoke lowly as he adds a third fingers into your mouth, pushing them in deeper.

your eyes fluttered shut and tongue slackened at the raw stimuli buzzing through your body. you whined, the sound muffled against yeonjun's fingers as he only entered you halfway before pulling out and slamming himself in.

his head fell back, his knees digging into the bed as he felt your walls closing around him. "fuck, baby, you might just be my favourite hole yet." he grunted, rocking his hips in a slow but harsh rythm.

he looked down at you with his own lips parted, watching your tits bounce everytime he thrusted in harder, watching your eyes grow glossy as he gagged you with his fingers before pulling them out.

you were a mess already, tightly clinging to his cock as he rammed into you, all while filming your pussy hungrily take him in entirely.

yeonjun wrapped his free hand around your neck, "you're letting yourself get fucked on cam too now. doesn't that make you slut too?" he taunts, punctuating it with another sharp thrust, deliciously abusing your g-spot.

your eyes rolled back, almost moaning out his name before he squeezed your neck tighter, signalling you to not say his name on cam. so, you simply moaned out a string of curses.

yeonjun held you down with one hand, the other one taping the moment to stay in his camera, and eventually on his cam account. "you were made for this, baby. look at how well you're taking me, just like my perfect little fucktoy." he laughed when you looked up at him with your eyes glistening.

his pace had fastened considerably since the first few thrusts, now driving into you mercilessly and tightening his grip around your neck. you could feel your breathe shortening, and your stomach twisting for the second time tonight.

you didn't say anything, not wanting your voice to end up on that side of the internet, except the lewd noises escaping your lips every now and then.

the sound of wet skin slapping against each other echoed through your room, recorded through and through on yeonjun's camera. you clenched around yeonjun's cock, and he could tell that you were close.

"yeah? gonna come? go ahead, show them how much your pussy is enjoying this." he teased as he thrusts himself deeper, making sure you really feel him inside you.

another, almost pathetic, whine errupting from your throat as you lathered his cock with your orgasm, your head thrown back into the pillows.

yeonjun groaned at the sight and feeling of the white, thick liquid coating his length as it disappeared between your legs with every thrust.

he knew he wouldn't last any longer either so he pulled himself out just in time, letting his cum spill all over your stomach and abdomen. your body trembled, jolts of pleasure still coursing through it as you both tried to come down from the high.

yeonjun stopped the recording and let the camera fall on the mattress beside you two, still seated between your legs. "you're just a natural at this. you'd make such a good pornstar." he mocked, pulling your leg to rest on his shoulder.

you had barely caught your breathe and he was already lining himself against your hole again.

"fuck, aren't you satisfied with one take?" you complained, though, it was half-hearted.

yeonjun chuckled, "that was for the recoding. this is for me, y/n."

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(soooooo, how we feeling about this? it was better in my head i swear)

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soobsim · 3 months ago

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omg 🫶🏻🥹 i'll try sometime in the future

please please please sub ceo soobin with praise kink who's all powerful and cold in front of his employees and clients but no one knows that he's a slave for your praise like he would get so worked up whenever you praise him

(y'all really riding that ceo soobin trope and i'm so here for it lol)

mr. good boy c.sb

[DISCLAIMER: nsfw – minors dni, sub!soobin x fem!reader, boss x assistant, dry humping in a car, praise kink, alot of praising, soobin just wants you to call him a good boy, no proofread]

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soobin had just turned down a huge deal, because the client wouldn't co-operate and wanted things to work on their own terms. as if, soobin wasn't basically saving their business from going bankrupt.

he did not stand there and bend to their whims, he never did. this was choi soobin—the ceo of choi corp, who did things his own way, and no one dared to object it. so, ofcourse he didn't stand for it.

soobin stood up and buttoned his tux, "i knew it was no use to entertain a company that was already falling apart." his voice chilling enough for the entire room to go silent.

he strode out of the room, shoulders squared, suit sharp as ever, not a strand of hair out of place despite the storm he’d just weathered behind those polished conference room doors.

as his assistant, you joined him for these meetings, handling all the documents and studying him when you weren't necessarily involved. so, you followed behind him wordlessly, watching how everyone moved out his way as his shoes clicked against the floor.

his office car—sleek, black, and silent—pulled up just as he reached the curb. the driver stepped out only to open the door to the back seat, for you both to get in.

the divider was already up as soobin slid into the back without a word. you followed, the door clicking shut behind you both like punctuation.

once it was just the two of you in the back seat partition of his car, hidden from the eyes that are always on him, he tugged at his cufflinks first—too roughly, the soft metallic clink sharper than it needed to be. then his tie, yanked loose with a single, frustrated pull.

you watched quietly, noting the way his fingers trembled slightly at the knuckles, how his breath came just a fraction quicker now that the performance was over. he was pissed. stressed, even.

it was clear in his voice when he spoke, "tell me i did the right thing, y/n."

your eyes stayed on him, not faltering even once. you knew that he'd ask for your approval. "you already know you did." you said simply, reaching a hand out to brush the short hair on the nape of his neck.

soobin shivered ever so subtly, leaning into your touch like it was second nature to him. he turned his face to look at you better, his eyes so soft, no one would believe you if you told them about this side of soobin.

"i want to hear you say it." he mumbled, his deep voice so much more tender when it was directed towards you. "you know i need to hear you say it." he exhaled as his hands balled into loose fists.

your lips tugged up into a small smile at the pleading tone of his voice. "i know." you assured him, your fingers still rubbing the spot behind his ear as you shifted closer to him. you stared at him for another passing second before you spoke, "you did the right thing, soobin. you always do." you smiled.

soobin caved in so fast, turning his face so that he could feel your palm on his cheek. "always?" he almost purred as he looked at you expectantly.

"always." you repeated, slower this time—so the words can really seep into his mind and make him flush. your fingers traced his jaw before you leaned and pressed your lips against it. "you did so well in there. you were smart enough not to compromise your standards." your words pricked onto his skin and he was already craving more.

soobin closed his eyes and his breathe hitched as your tongue darted out to lick his jawline, cheeks tinged pink, lips parting like he was going to say something—but just sighed instead.

his pants grew tighter when he felt your weight leave the seat beside him and hover over his lap instead, his hands blindly finding your waist as you straddled his thighs.

"you handled it so calmly," you went on, watching him tilt his head back against the seat, as if to give you more access to his neck. "so sharp, and composed." you mumbled and slid your hands up to rest on either side of his neck.

a quiet, almost pitiful sound slipped from his throat—half sigh, half whimper. soobin's hand tightened instinctively, gripping at the fabric of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto.

your lips followed the line of his adam's apple, sucking onto it lazily. "but now," you murmured and shifted closer, "you don’t have to be that person. not with me."

soobin's lashes fluttered, his chest rising and falling with barely-contained tension. “say more,” he whispered, so quietly it might’ve been a breath. “please.”

your smile widened against his neck as your thumbs stroked the skin behind his ears, his weak spot. “you’re so good for me, soobin. always trying so hard. doing everything right. my good boy.”

soobin crumbled at that, letting a breathy moan escape his lips and his head to fall back onto the head-rest. his fingers dug into your waist, throat bobbing like he couldn’t take the weight of your words. the flush on his neck spread slowly, deliciously, his hips shifting up to rub his bulge against the curve of your ass.

you didn't miss that, neither did you stop him. you liked how he couldn't contain himself when you praised him. you liked watching him melt and need you.

“you like hearing that, don’t you?” you asked, even though you already knew the answer. your thumb stroked the edge of his lower lip, pulling away and watching how he, again, shivered under your touch.

soobin nodded slowly and opened his eyes, pupils wide and glassy. “i do,” he whispered, voice almost fragile. “i need it.” he added and bucked his hips up against your pencil mini-skirt.

“please,” he pleaded again. “don’t stop.”

you tipped your head to the side, fingers now sliding gently through the hair at the back of his neck. “don’t stop what?” you asked, voice low, lilting. teasing, just a little.

soobin swallowed hard, “you know what, y/n. just… keep talking. keep telling me I did well. that i’m a good boy.” he urged you to move your hips, so he could have a little more friction.

“i’m starting to think you like hearing it a little too much.” you chuckled, brushing his hair back from his forehead as your other hand settled lightly over his chest, feeling the rapid thump beneath. you complied and shifted your hips in sync with his, “all that power… reduced to a mess just because someone told you did well.”

he whined, actually whined, the sound muffled as he buried his face in your shoulder. “only when you say it,” he confessed, voice muffled. his lips brushed your collarbone again, and when he spoke, it was barely more than a breath. “only you.”

your gaze softened instantly, curling your arm around his back to pull him closer and pressing a soft kiss on his upper cheek. “you were amazing today, soobin. you stayed in control, didn’t let them rattle you, and you walked away with your pride intact. like you always have.”

soobin's cock twitched in his pants, his hands on your waist trembling slightly, like he could soak the words into his skin if he just held you hard enough.

it was obvious that your words pushed him over the edge, with the way he moaned and arched his back, just a litle.

he lifted his head and looked at you through lidded eyes, his lips parted and his breathe heavy.

“thank you, y/n…” soobin murmured.

you smiled, holding him there as he tried to catch his breathe. "anything for my good boy."

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(i feel like this is all over the place. anwww, i'm thinking of making a permanent taglist for everytime i post a work...would any of you be insterested in being a part of it?)

#soobsim yaps

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