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Not so Innocent | LN4

💋 summary ━━━━━━━ After Lando wins the 2025 championship, he finally gets his chance with Y/N, Oscar's younger sister. Although everyone always assumed she was the innocent one, her surprising confidence and intriguing personality reveal that there’s far more to her than meets the eye.

💋 pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader, Lando Norris x Piastri!reader

💋 word count ━━━━━━━ 8.4k

💋 warnings ━━━━━━━ +18, sexual content, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering?, rough sex, choking?, gagging on cock, multiple orgasms, deep throat, cum eating?

Based on this request.

A steady cheer buzzed through the open-air club in Abu Dhabi, where bright lights sprayed across the dance floor. The entire McLaren team had gathered to celebrate Lando Norris’s triumphant win—his very first Formula One World Drivers’ Championship. It was early December 2025, and the desert air, warm and dry, carried laughter, congratulatory toasts, and the distant hum of music through the night.

Just beyond the crowd, Lando stood by the bar, a gleaming smile never leaving his face. At 26, he was the new champion, that fresh hint of pride in his eyes. His adrenaline remained high from the race weekend, and every so often, he’d run a hand through his hair, pushing away the constant attention to keep his composure.

Standing only a few feet away from him, Y/N drifted in and out of friendly conversations. She had come from Australia a few days earlier to see the final race of the season—she wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Her brother, Oscar, drove for McLaren too, a year older than Y/N, but always protective, especially when it came to Lando. Y/N had always been known as the “innocent” one: a certain polite gentleness in how she spoke, a sweet sincerity in her eyes. Yet there was a flicker of quiet confidence inside her that wasn’t always visible to everyone else—Lando had glimpsed it, now and then, whenever she teased him or met his jokes with her own quick wit.

Music pounded on, and the swirl of lights highlighted everyone’s beaming faces. Lando caught her eye, and she felt a small thrill shoot through her. She allowed herself a timid smile, remembering how that same grin of his had her heart fluttering at Silverstone earlier in the year, or in Monza, or anywhere else she’d seen him. He’d always greet her with a relaxed wave and a playful comment or two, but she’d never thought he would want anything beyond casual banter, especially not with her older brother’s protective gaze forever in the background.

Yet here they were, hugging the edges of the party, energy crackling between them like a secret.

Oscar, for his part, was comfortably nestled in a conversation with McLaren’s top engineers, praising the car's performance that season. Y/N was grateful her brother was distracted. He was good at playing the watchful sibling—he’d made it perfectly clear to Lando that Y/N was “off-limits,” especially after glimpsing some of Lando’s rumored “playboy” ways. Tonight, however, most eyes were either on the new World Champion or on the free-flowing champagne.

Y/N found herself leaning on the bar, sipping ginger ale, content to remain a quiet observer. She wore a sleek dress in a soft color, its silhouette hugging her figure more than her usual casual outfits. Perhaps that subtle confidence she sometimes hid away was seeping through this evening—she felt radiant, certain, even daring.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Lando slipped over to her, wearing a conspiratorial grin. “Aren’t you supposed to be celebrating?” he asked, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “I know you don’t have a race to run tomorrow. Are you afraid of letting loose, or are you just saving your energy?”

She arched an eyebrow, playful. “You might be the champion, Lando, but you don’t get to make me do anything I don’t want,” she teased. “Besides, maybe I’m enjoying the view from right here.”

His eyes sparkled. He was used to easy flirtations, but he couldn’t deny it—something about Y/N always made his heart race. “I’m definitely enjoying the view,” he returned, letting the slightest hint of flirtation linger in his tone.

They chatted about the race. Y/N told him how she thought his overtakes had been flawless under pressure. Lando responded by asking about her time in Melbourne, how she found the racing scene there and how proud her parents were of both her and Oscar. Slowly, they drifted deeper into conversation, the rest of the party falling away. At some point, he guided her away from the bar with a gentle hand at her waist, heading for a quieter corner where the music felt less thunderous.

They settled into a plush lounge seat. Her body angled toward him, knees nearly touching. She could smell the faint cologne on his skin, something warm and woodsy. She noticed the silver bracelet glittering on his wrist, the same one he always wore—said it was a lucky charm from a friend.

Lando leaned close, voice pitched just for her ears. “You know, Oscar told me the day I met you that I’d better not get any ideas.” He lifted an amused brow. “Reckon he saw something in the way I looked at you.”

Y/N laughed a little. “Well, he does claim to read minds. He’s not as good as he thinks, though.” She paused, tapping a thoughtful finger to her lips. “And…what about you? Did you really have ideas?” She couldn’t believe she was being so forward, her usual timidity melting into the swirling atmosphere of possibility.

He rested his elbow on the back of the sofa, gaze fixed on her. “I did,” he admitted, speaking over the heavy throb of music, “but I never acted. Figured you’d see me the way most people do—a flirty driver with a short attention span.”

Y/N’s lips twitched into a small smile. “You’re more than that. At least…you seemed more than that to me. Been watching you for a while, you know.”

Heat coursed between them at that admission, and neither of them seemed to mind how close their hands had gotten. His fingers brushed against hers. She caught her breath—this was too intense, but also exhilarating.

He lowered his head a fraction, close enough that she could feel his breath fan across her cheek. “Congratulations are in order for me. But now I’m thinking I should congratulate you—on staying so patient. On seeing what others might not see in me.”

She stifled a small, nervous laugh. “Lando, you might want to be careful with lines like that. You’ll give a girl the wrong idea.”

“Maybe it’s the right idea,” he murmured.

Her heart fluttered. Everything felt magnified: the lights, the vibrations of the music, his presence. The day had been an emotional one—he had just been crowned champion, after all. They were in the glowing aftermath of victory, and the tension they’d been ignoring for months had finally found a moment to surface.

Suddenly a wave of applause and a burst of cheering ruffled the room; some of the team had decided to raise Oscar up, presumably praising him for his own strong season. A few faces turned in Lando’s direction, inviting him over. He gave them a quick, friendly wave but stayed in place, eyes only for Y/N.

She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and set aside her empty glass on a nearby table. “They need you,” she said softly.

He shrugged, unwavering. “But I need you more.”

Her cheeks heated, and a ripple of excitement wound through her chest. She tried to scold him lightly—“You’d better not let your fans hear you say that”—but her voice cracked with amusement.

Before either of them could talk themselves out of the moment, he leaned in. Cautiously at first, as if testing boundaries. Y/N inhaled sharply, parted her lips. Their mouths found each other in a slow, sweet brush that built with every passing second. In the back of her mind, she realized exactly what they were doing, that they were in the midst of the McLaren celebration. But the world felt thousands of miles away.

His lips pressed against hers with rising urgency, and she made the faintest sound of surprise and delight. The taste of him—spearmint gum and leftover champagne—sent warmth crackling through her. She looped her arms around his neck, and he responded by pulling her closer to his body, their hearts pounding in unison.

After a few moments of stolen kisses, they broke apart, breathless. The corners of Lando’s mouth curled into a grin, as if he couldn’t believe he was finally allowed to kiss her. She had an almost dazed expression, lips tingling.

He swallowed, took a steadying breath. “Come with me,” he whispered.

Her eyes flicked around at the crowd. “Back to your hotel?”

He gave a brisk nod, the glint in his eye telling her precisely where his thoughts had traveled. “I…well, I’m not exactly subtle, am I?”

She laughed, a sound full of gentle mischief. “Not even a little.”

A few minutes later, with some well-timed goodbyes and a quick word to a clueless Oscar—who seemed too preoccupied with a new wave of celebration to question his sister’s exit—Lando and Y/N slipped out. The short drive back to Lando’s hotel was a blur: the taxi’s radio, the neon lights of Abu Dhabi passing by, his arm wrapped around her shoulder as she leaned into him. They didn’t speak much; the tension they had tiptoed around for so long now simmered tangibly between them.

As soon as they reached the suite—a luxurious room with a spectacular view of Yas Marina Circuit—Lando swiped the keycard. The heavy door clicked shut behind them. The instant the latch caught, he turned to her. They stood close, the hush of air-conditioning the only sound.

And then, as though a dam had broken, he cupped her face and kissed her again, this time with a fervor that made her head spin. She responded with equal fervency, letting her fingertips press into the fabric of his shirt, feeling his heart hammering beneath.

Their breathing grew ragged. Fingers tangled in each other’s hair; hands traveled over backs, arms, waists. Y/N surprised him with just how brazen she was—there was no shy hesitation in her touches now. She was urging him on, meeting every kiss with more boldness.

“Do you know,” he murmured between kisses, “how many times I’ve imagined this?”

Y/N, savoring the heat of his breath on her neck, whispered back, “I could only guess.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a sly smile, one that took him by surprise. “You’re not the only one.” Her hands slid down his chest, fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Lando’s breath hitched as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, her touch lingering on his skin. He had always imagined her as sweet, innocent, but the way her fingers traced his abs, the way her gaze burned with intensity, told him he had been very wrong.

“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re… not at all what I expected.”

She laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. “And what did you expect? A blushing virgin who didn’t know what to do?” Her hands slid to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. “I might look innocent, Lando, but I’m far from it.”

His hands tightened on her waist, pulling her closer. “Prove it,” he challenged, his tone daring.

She didn’t hesitate. With a confidence that left him breathless, she pushed him back onto the bed, following him down without breaking their gaze. Her lips found his again, this time with a hunger that matched his own. Her hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of him, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Lando groaned, his own hands slipping under her dress, sliding it up her thighs.

“God, Y/N,” he gasped as her lips moved to his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. “You’re driving me crazy.”

She smiled against his neck, her hands working on the zipper of her dress. “Good.” The dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet, and Lando’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her. She was stunning, her confidence radiating as she stood before him, unashamed and unapologetic.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his hands reaching for her. But she stepped back, shaking her head with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Not yet,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. She knelt before him, her hands resting on his thighs, and Lando’s breath caught as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“Y/N,” he warned, his voice strained, but she only smiled, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers.

“Relax, Lando,” she purred, leaning in closer. “Let me take care of you.”

She didn’t waste a moment, her hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. With a swift, practiced motion, she tugged them down, along with his boxers, leaving him fully exposed.

Lando’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the sheets as he watched her kneel before him, her eyes locking onto his with a confidence that sent a jolt of electricity through him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock, but instead of the shy, tentative kiss he expected, she paused, her gaze never leaving his. Then, with a wicked smirk, she spat onto his cock, the sound sharp and wet in the quiet room.

Lando’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with shock. “Shit—look at the mess you just made… you’re so fucking filthy,” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal. The spit glistened on his length, and Y/N didn’t waste a second. She licked it up slowly, her tongue flicking over the tip before she spat again, this time letting it trail down his shaft, her eyes glinting with mischief. “I didn’t expect you to be this messy… but fuck, I love it,” he admitted, his hips bucking slightly as she worked. “You’re spitting on my cock like you fucking own it.”

She smirked up at him, her fingers tightening around the base of his cock as she leaned in, her lips wrapping around him once more. But this time, she didn’t stop at the tip. She deepthroated him effortlessly, taking him all the way down her throat like she had done it a thousand times before. Lando’s head fell back, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he felt her throat tighten around him. “Shit—baby, you’re full of fucking surprises, aren’t you?” he gasped, his voice strained with desire. “You didn’t even hesitate… fuck, baby, you’re actually trying to kill me.”

The sensation was overwhelming—her mouth was warm, wet, and impossibly tight, her throat muscles constricting perfectly around him. “Look at you, taking every fucking inch. Didn’t think you had it in you,” he breathed, his hand tangling in her hair. “You’re not even gagging—fuck, that’s so fucking hot.” His cock throbbed inside her mouth, every inch of him enveloped in pure pleasure, and he could feel his control slipping with every stroke of her tongue.

Y/N pulled back slightly, her lips swollen and glistening with spit, and looked up at him with a look that sent a shiver down his spine. “I swear to God, Y/N, I’ve never been this hard in my life,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “You really know what you’re doing, don’t you? How the fuck did I not see this side of you before?” She didn’t respond with words, her mouth returning to him with a hunger that left him breathless.

Her hands rested on his thighs, gripping tightly as she looked up at him, her eyes never leaving his. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding, her lips glistening with spit. “Fuck my throat, Lando. I want you to use me.”

Lando’s breath caught, his cock twitching at the demand. “Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fucking filthy. You really want me to fuck your throat? You’re not holding back, are you?”

She didn’t respond with words, only a wicked smirk as she leaned back in, her lips wrapping around him once more. This time, she didn’t wait for him to take control. She bobbed her head, taking him deep, her throat tightening around him in a way that made him groan. “Fuck,” he hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You’re actually letting me do this? You’re not even—Jesus, Y/N, you’re perfect.”

Her hands tightened on his thighs, urging him on. “Do it,” she managed to say between strokes, her voice muffled but clear. “Fuck my throat like you mean it.”

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. His hips snapped forward, driving himself deeper into her mouth, and he let out a guttural moan as he felt her throat constrict around him. “Shit, baby, you’re taking it so fucking well,” he growled, his pace quickening. “You’re letting me use you like this, huh? Such a good fucking girl. Fuck, you’re drooling all over me. Look at you, making such a mess for me.”

Y/N’s moans vibrated around him, her eyes never leaving his, and he could feel his control slipping with every thrust. “I swear to God, Y/N, I’ve never been this hard in my life,” he admitted, his voice shaking. “You’re not even flinching. You’re just letting me take you, letting me fuck your throat like it’s mine. How the fuck did I not see this side of you before?”

She smirked around him, her hands sliding up to his hips, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” she managed to choke out, and Lando obeyed without hesitation, his hips slamming against her face as he lost himself in the sensation. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re trying to kill me,” he gasped, his voice strained. “You’re so fucking good at this. You’re going to make me come if you keep going like this.”

But she didn’t stop. If anything, she took him deeper, her throat swallowing him whole as he lost himself in the pure, unrelenting pleasure of her mouth. “You’re perfect,” he panted, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

Lando’s cock ached with need, his hips thrusting into her mouth with abandon. Her throat was a tight, wet heat that drove him wild, and the way she took him so easily, so hungrily, was almost too much to bear. “Didn’t think my sweet, innocent girl would be this fucking filthy,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal. “Fuck, you love this, don’t you? Taking me down your throat like you were made for it.”

Y/N’s eyes watered slightly as he pushed her to her limit, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around him again, her hands gripping his thighs as she took every inch he gave her. “Shit, I can feel you gagging, but you’re still taking it. Such a good girl,” he murmured, his grip on her hair tightening. “You’re making me lose my fucking mind, baby.”

His hips moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with a wet, rhythmic sound. “Look at you, eyes watering, but you’re still begging for more,” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t even have to tell you what to do. You just know. Fuck, that’s so hot.” The room was filled with the sounds of her moans and his ragged breaths, the tension between them reaching its breaking point.

“You’re sucking me like you want to ruin me, baby. And it’s working,” he groaned, his body trembling under her touch. Lando could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body taut with pleasure as she continued to drive him wild. “Baby, you’re too fucking good at this… are you sure you’re as innocent as everyone thinks?” he panted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She pulled back once more, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes locked onto his with a look that told him she was far from done. “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N,” he groaned, his body trembling under her touch. “But fuck, what a way to go.”

She looked at him with a smirk. “Still think I’m innocent?”

He laughed, the sound breathless and rough. “Not even close.”

She stood up slowly, her eyes never leaving his as she reached behind her to unhook her bra. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, revealing her breasts, the nipples already hard with anticipation. She let the bra fall to the floor, her hands trailing down her body as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties. With a slow, deliberate motion, she slid them down her legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. The sight of her completely naked, her pussy glistening with arousal, sent a jolt of desire through Lando that made his cock throb painfully.

“Tell me, Lando,” she purred, her voice low and sultry as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. Her pussy brushed against the length of his cock, the wet heat of her sending sparks of electricity through his body. “How badly do you want me right now?” Her hips rolled slowly, the slickness of her folds sliding along his shaft, teasing him mercilessly.

Lando’s breath hitched, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she ground against him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “You have no idea.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I know you’ve had your fair share of women, but let’s see if any of them made you feel like this.” Her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, the wet heat of her pussy making his cock ache with need. She could feel every inch of him pressing against her, the thick length of him pulsing with desire as she teased him.

“Congratulations, world champion,” she said, her voice laced with amusement as she rocked against him. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up with me.”

Her hands drifted up to her breasts, her fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples, making them even harder. She moaned softly, the sensation of her own touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her tits bounced slightly with the movement of her hips, the sight of her playing with herself driving Lando wild.

“All this time, you thought I was just Oscar’s sweet little sister… but tell me, Lando, do I still seem so innocent rubbing my pussy on your cock?” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief. Her pussy was so wet, the slickness of her coating his cock as she ground against him, the friction making her moan softly.

Lando’s hands tightened on her hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she continued to tease him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained. “You’re killing me.”

“You can’t stop staring… is it because you’re turned on, or because you’re still trying to figure out where your sweet, innocent Y/N went?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Her hips moved faster, the wet heat of her pussy sliding along his cock, making him groan.

She could feel the tension building in him, the way his cock pulsed against her, and she knew he was close. But she wasn’t ready to let him have her yet. Her hands continued to play with her breasts, squeezing and kneading them, the sensation making her moan softly. She loved the way it felt, the way her nipples ached with pleasure as she pinched them, the way her tits bounced with the movement of her hips.

“I bet you thought I’d be shy about this… that I’d blush and hesitate. But look at you, Lando. You’re the one left speechless,” she taunted, her voice filled with satisfaction. Her pussy was so wet, the slickness of her coating his cock as she ground against him, the friction making her moan softly.

“You thought you had me all figured out, didn’t you? That I was too good, too sweet, too off-limits. But tell me, do I feel off-limits now?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Her hips moved faster, the wet heat of her pussy sliding along his cock, making him groan.

Lando’s grip on her hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she continued to tease him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice strained.

“Please…”

“Please what, Lando?” she purred, her voice filled with amusement. Her hips moved in slow, deliberate circles, the wet heat of her pussy making his cock ache with need. She could feel every inch of him pressing against her, the thick length of him pulsing with desire as she teased him.

“Please, just take me,” he begged, his voice desperate.

Y/N smirked, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. “As you wish,” she whispered, her voice filled with promise.

She lifted her hips slightly, positioning herself over him. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance, and she moaned softly, the sensation sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. Slowly, she sank down onto him, the thick length of him filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she savored the feeling of him inside her.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Lando groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she took him. “You feel so fucking good.”

She opened her eyes, looking down at him with a smirk. “I know,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

She started to move, her hips rocking slowly at first, the wet heat of her pussy squeezing him tightly. The sensation was overwhelming, the way her pussy gripped him, the way her wetness coated him, the way her movements sent waves of pleasure through his body.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice shaking. “You’re going to make me come.”

Y/N smirked, her hips moving faster, the wet heat of her pussy squeezing him even tighter. “That’s the idea,” she purred, her voice filled with satisfaction.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. The moment she started to ride him in earnest, the second stroke of her hips was all it took. His cock throbbed inside her, the pressure building until it was unbearable. With a guttural groan, he came, his cum shooting deep inside her, filling her completely.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, his body trembling with the intensity of his orgasm. “I can’t believe I just came so fast.”

She smirked, her hips still moving slowly, milking every last drop from him. “You really couldn’t help yourself, could you?” she teased, her voice filled with amusement. She loved the way his cum felt inside her, the way it filled her, the way it made her pussy feel even more sensitive.

Lando groaned, his face burning with embarrassment. “Fuck, Y/N, I swear that never happens—”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Did I really just make the big, bad playboy cum in two seconds?” she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.

He groaned, his whole face turning red. “Baby, I swear I’m usually better than that.”

She grinned, dragging a hand down his abs. “I know, but it’s kinda cute seeing you like this.”

He groaned again, his cock still twitching inside her, over-sensitive but still hard. “Okay, in my defense, you feel too fucking good.”

She raised a brow, her hips moving slightly, teasing him. “Is that supposed to make you sound less pathetic?”

He groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. “Shut up and let me redeem myself.”

She smirked, her hips still moving slowly, milking every last drop from him. “You’re not done, are you?”

He swallowed thickly, his cock still twitching inside her. “Not even close.”

Y/N smirked, her hips grinding against him slowly, milking every last drop from him. Then, with a deliberate motion, she lifted herself off his cock, his cum already beginning to drip out of her. She watched as his cock slid out of her pussy, the thick length glistening with a mix of her wetness and his cum. Her pussy felt empty without him, the warmth of his release pooling inside her, but the sensation only heightened her arousal. She was still dripping wet, her pussy throbbing with need, her body craving more.

She reached down, her fingers tracing the swollen lips of her pussy, feeling the thick, creamy mess of his cum as it dripped out of her. She sighed softly, the sensation of her own touch sending shivers through her body. She dipped her fingers inside herself, collecting his cum, and then brought them to her mouth, her lips wrapping around them as she sucked them clean. She moaned softly, the taste of him on her tongue making her even wetter. She repeated the motion, her fingers diving back into her pussy, scooping up more of his cum before bringing them back to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean with a wicked smile.

Lando watched her, his breath caught in his throat, his cock already twitching with renewed desire. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, the way she moved, the way she tasted herself, the way she looked at him with those eyes that told him she was far from done. “Jesus fucking Christ, you are so dirty,” he breathed, his voice filled with awe. He loved the way she cleaned herself, the way she sucked on her fingers, the way she looked at him with that smirk that told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“You love this, don’t you?” she purred, her voice low and sultry as she slipped her fingers back into her pussy, scooping up more of his cum. She brought them to her mouth, her lips wrapping around them as she sucked them clean, her eyes never leaving his. “Being buried between my thighs like you fucking belong there.”

Lando groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she teased him. “You’re actually trying to kill me,” he admitted, his voice shaking. He couldn’t believe how turned on he was, how hard he was again, just from watching her. His cock twitched, the sight of her tasting his cum driving him wild.

She smirked, continuing to clean herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy as she sucked them clean, her eyes locked onto his. “You’re insane,” he breathed, watching her with a mix of disbelief and pure desire. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

She slid off him. She laughed softly, finally satisfied that she was clean, her pussy still throbbing with need. She lay down on the bed next to him, spreading her legs in an inviting manner. "Now, baby," she purred, her voice filled with promise, "it's your turn."

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. He moved down between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face in her pussy. His tongue flicked over her clit, the taste of her making him groan. He loved the way she tasted, the way she felt, the way her pussy gripped his tongue as he slid it inside her. He loved the way she moaned, the way her hips rocked against his face, the way she pulled his hair, urging him on.

“You’re making me feel so fucking good, baby,” Y/N moaned, her hands gripping his hair tightly as he devoured her. “Keep going.”

Lando groaned, his tongue continued to flicker over her clit, his hands gripping her thighs even tighter as he ate her out.

“Shit, Lando—yes, just like that,” Y/N moaned, her hips grinding against his face as he sucked on her clit. “Suck on my clit, baby.”

Lando groaned again, he burying his face deeper between her legs. His tongue flicked over her clit with precision, teasing the sensitive bud before diving lower to trace the wet, swollen lips of her pussy. The taste of her was intoxicating—sweet, salty, and uniquely hers—and he couldn’t get enough. He swirled his tongue around her entrance, lapping up her arousal, the sound of her slickness filling the quiet room.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her hips instinctively arching toward his mouth as if begging for more. “Oh God, Lando,” she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him on. Her body was electric, every flick of his tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her.

He responded by sliding his tongue inside her, exploring her tight, warm depths with a hunger that matched her own. She gasped, her thighs trembling under his grip as he worked her with relentless intensity. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, teasing her clit one moment and plunging deep the next.

“Yes, just like that,” she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as if she could fuse them together.

Lando moaned against her, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through her core. He loved the way she tasted, the way she writhed beneath him, the way her pussy clenched around his tongue as if begging for release. His hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he devoured her with a fervor that left her breathless.

He paused for a moment, lifting his head to meet her gaze. His lips glistened with her wetness, a wicked smirk playing on his face. “You’re so fucking delicious, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I could eat you out all night.”

Her hips ground against his face with a desperate urgency, her thighs trembling as the pressure built inside her. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby,” Y/N moaned, her voice shaking with need. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, her fingers threading through the strands as if anchoring herself to him. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

Lando’s tongue worked her clit with expert precision, flicking and swirling in just the right way to drive her wild. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as her movements grew more frantic. He could feel her clenching around his fingers, her body trembling on the edge of release. The taste of her was intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough, lapping at her hungrily as she writhed above him.

“Fuck, Lando—yes, just like that,” she gasped, her voice breaking as the first waves of her orgasm hit her. Her body convulsed, her hips rocking over his face with a wild, unrestrained rhythm. She was losing control, her moans growing louder, more desperate, as her clit throbbed under his relentless tongue. “Oh God, I’m cumming—fuck, I’m cumming!”

Her thighs clamped around his head, her nails digging into his scalp as she gripped his hair even harder, pulling him even closer as she rode out her orgasm. Her pussy pulsed, her tight walls clamping down as her release washed over her in overwhelming waves. She could feel every flick of his tongue, every vibration of his moans against her sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

Lando groaned against her, his own body trembling with the intensity of her reaction. He loved the way she came undone on his tongue, the way her hips moved frantically over his face, the way her hands pulled his hair as if she needed him to anchor her. He loved the taste of her, the way she coated his tongue with her arousal. “Fuck, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hips still grinding against his face as she chased every last bit of pleasure. Her moans were loud, unrestrained, her voice trembling as she cried out in ecstasy. “Oh God, Lando—fuck, I’m still cumming,” she gasped, her thighs trembling around his head as her release continued to wash over her. “You feel so fucking good—don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Lando didn’t stop, his tongue flicking over her clit with relentless precision, drawing out every last shiver, every last moan. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body quaked with pleasure, the way her hands stayed tangled in his hair, pulling him closer even as she came apart. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Cum for me. Let me taste all of you.”

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body trembling with the intensity of it, her pussy pulsing as she rode out the waves of pleasure. When she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her thighs still trembling, she was utterly spent. “Fuck, Lando,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re fucking incredible.”

Lando smirked, lifting his head to meet her gaze, his lips glistening with her wetness. “I told you,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

But there was no time for words—his cock was already rock hard again, throbbing with an ache that demanded to be buried deep inside her. He could feel every inch of it straining, veins pulsing under the sensitive skin, the tip slick with pre-cum as it twitched impatiently. His breath was ragged, his body burning with need, and the way she looked at him—eyes filled with desire, lips parted, her chest rising and falling—only made him harder. He wanted her. Needed her.

He positioned himself between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and wet, the sight of her arousal making his cock throb even more. He pressed against her slowly, the head of his cock spreading her open, and they both groaned as he slid inside her, inch by inch. Her pussy was so tight, so warm, the walls clenching around him as if they were made to fit him perfectly. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely, his cock buried to the hilt.

For a moment, he stayed still, letting her adjust to him, savoring the way her pussy felt around him—soft, but so tight, gripping him like a fist. He could feel every pulse of her arousal, the wetness coating his cock as he held himself deep inside her. Her pussy felt perfect, like it had been waiting for him all this time, and the thought sent a jolt of pleasure through him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice shaking. “You feel so fucking good.”

She moaned, her hips shifting slightly, and he could feel her walls tightening around him. “I can feel you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can feel every inch of you inside me.” Her pussy was so sensitive, every movement of his cock sending waves of pleasure through her. She loved the way he filled her, the way he stretched her open, the way his cock throbbed inside her, making her feel so full.

But she didn’t want slow—she wanted more. Her nails dug into his hips, her voice pleading. “Fuck, don’t tease me. Give it to me like you mean it.”

Lando hesitated, still worried about being too rough, but she wasn’t having it. “Lando, I don’t want slow. I want you to fuck me like you can’t get enough of me.” Her voice was desperate, her hips grinding against him, urging him on.

He started to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Her pussy clenched around him, the wetness making every movement smooth and effortless. He could feel her walls gripping him, the warmth of her arousal making his cock throb. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “I can feel how much you want this.”

But slow wasn’t enough for her. “I’m not some delicate thing, baby. Fucking break me,” she begged, her voice shaking. Her nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, deeper. “You feel so fucking good, but I need more. Give me more.”

Lando’s control snapped. He grabbed her hips, slamming into her harder, faster, his cock going in and out of her with a rough rhythm that had her crying out. Her pussy clutched him tighter, the wetness making every thrust slick and smooth, her walls squeezing him with every movement. He could feel her arousal coating his cock, the warmth of her pussy enveloping him, making him groan with pleasure. She was so wet, so tight, and the way her pussy gripped him was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, just like that… but harder. Make me scream for you,” she moaned, her voice trembling. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rocked her hips against him, meeting every thrust with equal fervor. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her walls throbbing with every movement, and the sensation drove him wild.

“You can be rough with me. I want to feel everything,” she gasped, her voice desperate. His cock was hitting her in all the right places, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her. Her pussy was so sensitive, the friction of his cock inside her making her feel like she was on fire.

Lando’s pace quickened, his cock slamming into her with a force that had her moaning loudly. Her pussy was soaking wet, every thrust making her walls clench around him, the wetness coating his cock as he fucked her. He could feel her pussy gripping him, the warmth of her arousal making his cock throb with every movement. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name,” she panted, her voice shaking.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, Y/N,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Only mine.” His thrusts became more erratic, his cock plunging into her with a wild rhythm that had her crying out. He could feel her walls throbbing around him, her arousal making every movement slick and smooth.

She grabbed his hand, dragging it to her throat without a word. He hesitated for a moment, but she moaned when he tightened his grip, her nails digging into his back. “You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “You like when I take control.”

She moaned, her voice muffled by his hand on her throat. “Yes,” she gasped. “Make me yours, Lando. Fuck me like I belong to you.”

The gesture—her moving his hand to her throat—was so unexpected, so fucking hot that it made him lose control. He tightened his grip slightly, his thrusts becoming even more erratic, his cock slamming into her with a force that had her moaning loudly. She loved the way he took control, the way he made her feel so vulnerable, so completely his.

But then, when his hand moved to her clit, she slapped it away. “Watch me, Lando,” she whispered, her voice filled with mischief. She reached down, her fingers brushing against her clit as she started to rub herself. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned. “You like seeing me like this, don’t you? So needy, so fucking wet for you.”

Lando couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way she touched herself, the way she moaned, the way her pussy clenched around his cock—it was driving him wild. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice shaking. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

She smirked, her fingers moving faster. “I want to feel you deep inside me while I make myself come,” she panted, her voice desperate. She was so close, her pussy tightening around him, her walls throbbing with every movement. “Fuck, Lando… keep watching me. Don’t look away.”

Her orgasm hit her suddenly, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock with a force that had him groaning. “Fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, his voice shaking. “You’re so fucking tight.”

She panted, her body trembling as she rode out her orgasm, her fingers still moving against her clit. “Let me ride you,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Let me make you come.”

Lando didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped them over, letting her straddle him. She sank down onto his cock, her pussy still throbbing from her orgasm, and started to ride him with a wild, unrestrained rhythm.

Her hands pressed firmly into his chest, nails digging into his skin as she rode him with a wild, unrestrained rhythm. Y/N’s hips moved with a ferocity that left Lando breathless, his hands gripping her waist tightly to steady her. He had imagined her sweet, slow, and tentative, but she was bouncing on his cock like she was trying to break him. Her pussy gripped him with every downward stroke, the tight, wet heat of her walls clenching around his length in a way that made his thoughts blur.

Her tits bounced inches from his face, jiggling with every frantic movement of her hips. The sight alone had Lando groaning, his hands moving from her waist to cup her breasts, kneading them roughly as she rode him. She moaned, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down her back in a wild, tangled mess. "Cum for me, baby," she panted, her voice dripping with desperation. "I want to feel you spill inside me."

Lando’s cock throbbed inside her, the sensation of her pussy squeezing him so tightly making it impossible to hold back. "Fuck, Y/N," he groaned, his voice rough and strained. "You’re not even giving me a chance to breathe."

She smirked, her hips never slowing as she leaned forward, her tits practically smothering his face. "You love knowing I’m not as innocent as you thought, don’t you?" she teased, her voice laced with mischief. "You love knowing I can fuck you just as good as you fuck me."

Her pussy felt incredible—welcoming, tight, and dripping wet. Every time she rose and fell on his cock, he felt her walls grip him, the sheer wetness of her making every movement slick and smooth. Her inner muscles pulsed around him, as if they were milking him for every drop. For Y/N, his cock felt like fire, stretching her open, filling her completely, the thick length of him hitting every sensitive spot as she rode him. She could feel every vein, every throb, every inch of him inside her, and it was driving her wild.

She leaned back, her hands finding the headboard behind her, and used it as leverage to fuck him even harder. Her tits bounced wildly in his face, the nipples hard and begging for attention. Lando reached up, pinching and tugging at them, making her moan as her hips moved faster, slamming down onto him with a force that had him groaning.

"Have you ever been fucked like this before?" she asked, her voice teasing, though she already knew the answer. She could feel him shaking beneath her, his cock throbbing inside her as he struggled to keep control.

"Fuck, no," Lando admitted, his voice trembling. "No one’s ever made me feel this good."

She smirked, slowing her movements just enough to lift herself off his cock completely, leaving him empty and aching. She made him watch as she sank back down onto him, the slow, deliberate motion driving him crazy. Her pussy stretched around him, the wetness making everything slick and effortless, and she moaned as she took him to the hilt.

"You like watching me take you, don’t you?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry.

"Baby, don’t play with me like this," Lando groaned, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. "I’m barely holding on."

She laughed softly, her hips rolling as she leaned forward, her tits brushing against his chest. "Feel that, baby?" she purred. "How wet I am? All for you."

Her third orgasm began to build, a slow, steady pressure that started deep in her core and spread outward with every thrust. She could feel the ache growing, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as she rode him. "Lando, I’m gonna cum," she gasped, her voice shaking. "Fuck, I need you to fill me up."

His hands tightened on her hips, his cock throbbing inside her as he struggled to keep control. "Let go, baby, let go," he pleaded, his voice rough. "I need to feel you cum around me."

Her orgasm hit her suddenly, her pussy clenching around him with a force that had them both crying out. "Shit, baby, I’m cumming!" she screamed, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Lando groaned, his own release following almost instantly. "Fuck, yes, baby, cum for me," he gasped, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, filling her completely. "Shit, I’m right there with you."

Her pussy felt incredible to him—warm, tight, and throbbing as she came around him. For Y/N, his cock felt like heaven, the thick length of him stretching her open as he filled her with his cum. She could feel the warmth of his release pooling inside her, making every movement of her hips even more sensitive.

"I’m so fucking full, baby," she panted, her voice trembling. "Oh my God, I can feel you filling me up."

Lando groaned, his body shaking as he buried himself deep inside her. "I’m not pulling out, baby," he admitted, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Fuck, I need to fill you up."

She collapsed onto his chest, her body trembling as they both came down from their high. Her pussy still pulsed around his cock, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her shiver. "I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to let you go after this," she whispered, her voice soft and sated.

Lando chuckled, his hands gently stroking her back. "Good," he murmured, his voice filled with promise. "Because I’m not going anywhere."

Y/N leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tender, almost innocent kiss—a stark contrast to the way she’d just destroyed him moments ago. Her soft, sweet mouth moved over his, soothing and gentle, like a quiet reminder of the girl he thought he knew. But as he kissed her back, his mind reeled, still trying to reconcile the softness of her lips with the filth she’d just unleashed on him. She’d taken him apart completely, shattered every expectation he’d had about her, and now here she was, kissing him like nothing had changed.

Lando’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, savoring the warmth of her lips and the taste of her lingering on his tongue. She was a paradox, a beautiful, maddening contradiction—all sweet innocence and untamed desire. How had he not seen this side of her before? How had he ever thought she was just Oscar’s sweet little sister?

When they finally broke apart, her lips curved into that wicked smirk he was starting to adore, her eyes gleaming with something unspoken. He stared at her, breathless and utterly ruined, and realized with startling clarity that he’d never really known her at all. And somehow, that only made him want her more.

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3 STRIKES-C.YJ

"Can you free me? It's a prison inside my mind."

Synopsis✧˖°. You and Choi Yeonjun have been friends since you started college, but you can't deny the feelings you have towards him that only get stronger with time. He's not helping, either. Not with his constant flirting and not-so-subtle touchiness. You tell yourself its just who he is, and this is all you'll ever be, but what happens when emotions boil over?

Rating: 18+ MDNI

WC: 5.7k CW: pwp, penetration, oral(fem and male receiving), praise, degradation, fingering, quickie, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader

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You don’t really know when it started.

The tension between you and Yeonjun, you mean. It started off as a little flirty comment here and there. A wink. An accidental brush of the hand…when did it turn into more?

The two of you had been in the same friend group since your freshman year of college. You can’t deny that you’d always been attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? The pretty curve of his jaw, those plush red lips, those sexy fox eyes. He was irresistible. You’re sure that you aren’t the only person who thinks so. You couldn’t ignore the feeling you’d get every time he held eye contact with you, or when he complemented your outfit. Especially after you broke up with your ex. You always hoped for more. Somehow you got it.

Yeonjuns fraternity was hosting a party, so you were invited by default. You remembered your outfit clearly: a white bedazzled cropped tee with a short denim skirt, coupled with leather boots. You looked hot, your friend Yunjin made sure to note. You knew it. Yeonjun knew it too. Neither of you drank that night, but perhaps you two were intoxicated by the intense feeling of desperation you shared. At first it was innocent dancing, at least until someone bumped into you causing you to spill your ginger ale all over your shirt.

——

“Hey!” You shout in annoyance. You turn around, but before you could catch the culprit, they disappeared into the crowd.

“I have something you could change into.” Yeonjun says, eyes glued to your soiled shirt. Embarrassment creepes onto your cheeks. You know your shirt was see through at this point, hot pink bra peeking through the useless fabric. Yeonjun drapes his jacket over you as he leads you up the stairs and into his room.

You take a seat on the edge of Yeonjun’s bed, watching as he shuffles through the clothes in his closet. You can’t help but be tense. You’ve been over the house before, numerous times. But this time was different. You were in his room, on his bed, alone with him. To make matters worse, you might as well be half naked. Eyes still glued to the slender frame of your close friend, your mind begins to wander. There was nothing really stopping him from shoving you down from where you sat and having his way with you. You imagine how he’d look hovering over you, chains dangling in your face as he pleasured you in any way he saw fit. You were soaked at the thought of it.

“Y/N?” Yeonjun says as he looks over his shoulder. You mentally curse yourself as you snap out of your lewd thoughts. “You want a shirt or a hoodie?” He asked.

“A shirt is fine” you respond. You feel way too hot for a hoodie anyways.

“It’ll be a little big on you,” he begins as he hands one of his graphic tees to you. “Although you look good in anything.” He remarks.

There it was again. The subtle flirting. You were way too horny not to take it seriously. The rational part of your brain was completely shut off at this point. “Do you mean it?” You question, eyes trailing his figure as he turns around, presumably so you could change in peace. “Yeah, you’re hot” he said nonchalantly as he ran a hand through his raven locks. “But you know that don’t you, pretty girl?” He says, glancing back in your direction. Your hungry gaze falls on his lips.

“Then come kiss me.”

As if you just said a magic word, Yeonjun met you on the bed and crashed his lips onto yours. Grabbing your wrists, he deepened the kiss. It felt like a fever dream. Yeonjun began prodding at your bottom lip for entrance, to which you obliged. He hummed in satisfaction as he licked into your mouth, tasting the remnants of long forgotten ginger ale on your tongue. Yeonjun pulls back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, then I don’t think I’ll be able to at all, Y/N.” Yeonjun whispered, his eyes hooded and glazed over with lust. His tongue darting out slowly to circle his lips. “Who said I want you to?” You responded.

And with that, you had permanently sealed your fate.

Before you knew it, the side of your face was pressed into his mattress, ass in the air as he hovered behind you. Your panties were long discarded. “How bad did you want me, baby?” Yeonjun asks rhetorically as he runs a finger through your wet folds. “So wet for me, pretending to be my innocent friend all so you could fuck me.” You tried to object him but he plunges two fingers into you, effectively shutting you up. You aren’t willing to go down without a fight though, even despite the delicious stretch of his fingers in your greedy cunt. “That was you,” you say defiantly between moans. “You flirt with me all the time and act like—like it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing”. Yeonjun says in a low tone, leaning down towards your ear as he continues working you open on his fingers. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking your pretty little ass since I first laid eyes on you.” You moan out helplessly as he curls his fingers inside of you. “Jjunie-“ you squeak, clenching around him. “And you wanted it just as bad as I did.” He says, pulling his fingers out of you.

Pulling back, Yeonjun sits on his knees and leans forward as he hikes your skirt up on your waist and spreads your thighs open. He begins peppering kisses on your legs, everywhere but where you need it most. You groanin frustration.

“Such a brat, Y/N. Be patient.” Yeonjun whispered against your plush skin. “It’s hard” you whine in response, pushing your hips back in an attempt to gain more friction. “Yeah, I am.” Yeonjun chuckles at his joke, earning another annoyed whine from you. Yeonjun removes his mouth from your legs and begins licking long stripes down your slit, causing your legs to buckle. He puts an arm around your waist to stabilize you as he continues to eat you out.

Yeonjun is relentless, tongue fucking you like his life depended on it. Uncaring whether or not anyone could hear the pornographic sounds he was producing. He was sloppy, eating you out as if he were starved. He kisses at your hole occasionally before diving back in, causing you to gush with arousal: you were approaching your limit. “Yeonjun—fuck I’m gonna” you moan out, signaling your approaching release. He pulls away from your core abruptly. You whine out again, turning your head to look at him. The sight is sinful; black locks glued to his forehead with sweat and chin dripping with your arousal. His tongue rested on his bottom lip.

He began unbuckling his belt, jeans falling to the ground as you get sight of his boner peeking out of his boxers. “On your knees baby.” He demands as he fully undresses and stands near the Edge of his bed. You waste no time. Yeonjun slaps the red tip of his cock on your spit soaked lips, perversely grinning at the sound it makes. You open your lips willingly, taking as much as you can of him into your mouth. Yeonjun almost cums instantly, throwing his head back at the feeling coupled with the obedient expression on your face. “Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me lose it.” He growls as you begin bobbing your mouth on his dick, trying not to break eye contact.

Yeonjun doesn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time. Watching the way your eyebrows twitched upwards and how your eyes pathetically brimmed with tears as he thrusted into your mouth. The sight alone made him feel the urge to cum down your throat. He resisted, though. He needed to be inside of you first.

“I can’t take this anymore.” Yeonjun groans. Slowly pulling his throbbing cock from your lips.

“Stand up for me baby.” Yeounjun says as he reaches for his nightstand, fishing out a condom

from one of the drawers. Noticing your willingness, he grabs you by the hips and pulls you into a deep kiss. “Such a good girl for me.” he mumbles into your lips, his affirmation going straight to your aching core.

“Jjun— Yeonjun please,” you beg, bucking your hips up towards his dick. Yeonjun throws back his head as he lets out a shaky sigh. “Fuck—Jjunie’s gonna take good care of you, baby”.

Yeonjun switches places with you, positioning himself behind you as he places a hand on the small of your back. He pushes you back down onto the bed, positioning your legs so that you were perfectly arched for him. He pauses behind you, ripping the condom wrapper off with his teeth and groaning as he rolls it onto his dick.

Yeonjun attempts to start slow, sliding the tip of his cock through your folds teasingly—savoring the feeling of your raw desperation. You mewl pathetically as you buck your hips back onto him. He mutters a curse as he abruptly snaps his hips into yours, causing you to lurch forward with a strangled moan before he grabs onto your hips and fucks into you roughly. “Quit running, Y/N,” Yeonjun says through gritted teeth. “You wanted this, right? So take it.” He demands. You only moan in response, gripping the black sheets beneath you.

Your arms buckle as you loose strength, letting your head meet his sheets. Yeonjun doesn’t care. Instead, he grabs a fistful of your hair, deepening the arch in your back. You choke out a moan as your eyes fill with tears at the combination of pleasure and pain. Every part of your brain that’s telling you that this is wrong,, and that you shouldn’t be fucking Choi Yeonjun has been effectively turned into mush. You couldn’t help it,, not with his length stretching you so deliciously. This only turned Yeonjun on more. His eyes didn’t miss the drool falling from your lips or the way your half lidded eyes fluttered with each stoke of his dick.

Yeonjun pulls out of your core abruptly, causing you to whine loudly. “Patience, baby” Yeonjun growls as he flips you over, wincing at the sight of your sopping, fucked-open pussy. He grabs the back of your knees and pushes them up towards your ears. Sliding back into your pussy, he stares into your eyes. The primal look in his own causing you to clench around his length. Yeonjun continues to study your face as he pumps himself in and out of you.

“So fucking pretty. Pretty little thing.” He rambles. “Yeonjun—“ you whine at his praise. Yeonjun leans down, licking and biting at your lips until you open them enough for him to devour you.

The kiss is everything that the sex is. Wet, messy, hungry. He doesn’t stop at just your mouth; trailing down your neck and leaving hickeys in his wake. “Jjun—jjun ‘s gonna leave a mark,” you whimper. “Dont care, mine” he groans, eyebrows furrowed as he leans back to admire his work. You moan at the new angle, clenching deliciously around him. You feel your orgasm building in your lower stomach. “Yeonjun!” You moan out, squinting your eyes shut in pleasure. “I know, eyes on me baby. You can do it”. He coos. You oblige, looking at him pitifully, tears staining your cheeks. Your orgasm hits you hard, moaning loudly as your hips spasm and head falls back onto the bed. The clench of your cunt causes Yeonjuns hips to stutter. “Hah-“ he breathes out, increasing his pace much to your discomfort. You don’t protest, you take it. You asked for it after all. It’s not long before he cums with a deep moan, fucking his release into the condom. Yeonjun slides out of you, mesmerized by the way your hole leaks in the absence of his dick.

“Stay the night.” Yeonjun mumbles, meeting your eyes. His dark hair remained disheveled as he slid his boxers and pants back on. There was no way you were going back to being just friends.

———

You’ve always fantasized about being in Choi Yeonjun’s bed, but never waking up in it. You expected to wake up in your dorm, but when met with the smell of cologne and a face full of black sheets you realized that this was not the case.

“Y/NNNNN, good morningggg~” Yeonjun says nonchalantly upon noticing your movement. You look over towards the source of the noise, and there he is. Choi Yeonjun clad in loose plaid pajama pants and no shirt. He lies next to you on the bed, propped up against his headboard as he aimlessly scrolls on his phone.

“Yeonjun!” You squeak, instinctively distancing yourself before remembering the night you two shared. “Oh…” you trail off as your face flushes with pink.

Yeonjun gives a knowing smirk, which honestly kind of pisses you off. You let it slide because he looks so damn good, but that’s beside the point. You slide out of bed with a sigh, wobbling a little as you gather your discarded undergarments.

“Need help?” Yeonjun asks as he looks over at your obviously sore state. “Im fine,” you pout. He chuckles at your stubbornness. You get dressed (in the shirt he lent you, of course) and moved towards the door.

“I—I’m gonna leave, okay?” You call out tentatively.

“It’s 8am on a Saturday. Why not stay a little longer?” Yeonjun asks, quirking an eyebrow up. You bite your lip. Obviously it was because you couldn’t cope with the fact that your close friend just blew your back out. You needed at least little time to debrief.

“I have plans!” You call back, unwilling to meet his eyes. You hurriedly leave his bedroom and attempted to exit the house as quietly as possible. After walking through what seemed like piles of red cups, you finally made it outside. You can breathe again. You take out your phone and call an uber back to your side of the campus.

——

“Look who finally decided to show up!” Yunjin’s voice rang through your ears after opening the door to your dorm room. You give a knowing sigh. “I…promise you won’t get mad if I tell you what I was up to?” You say giving her a sheepish smile.

Yunjin crosses her legs and spins around in her office chair. “What makes you think I already don’t know?” She laughs at the puzzled expression on your face. “Yeonjun texted me last night, said you were staying over at his place.” She explains. “Now tell me, what really went down?” You get comfortable on your chair as you start recounting the events of last night.

“Well my shirt got wrecked and he offered me his clothes and then one thing led to the next and—well yeah you get the gist.” You ramble.

Yunjin sighs, a playful smirk appearing on her face. “So…now what? I doubt you two will go back to being regular friends. I can’t say that the tension during hangouts won’t be entertaining, though.”

You pause to think for a second. “I mean, he was so casual when we woke up, so I don’t think anything else is gonna happen. Of course I think he’s sexy, funny, talented, sweet-“

“So basically you’re head over heels. Great.” She interrupts. You begin to deny her accusation, but the words die on your tongue. You’ve had a crush on Yeonjun for a while, but you had gaslit yourself into believing that you were only ever just going to be friends. Now that you’ve already had sex, your brain is sort of malfunctioning.

You rest your forehead in the palm of your hands with a heavy sigh. “I want to date him, don’t I?” You ask rhetorically.

“Yuuuuup” affirms Yunjin. There was no way this was realistically going to end well. Yeonjun was known for being a free spirited frat boy. He always did whatever he wanted—or rather, whoever he wanted. You were sure that the night you two shared was another example of his reckless behavior.

Noticing your dejectedness, Yunjin prodded at you for details, something indicating that you were different. “Did he say anything alarming while you two were…you know?”

You look up from your palms and think back again. “I mean…he said he’s been wanting to fuck me for a while” you admit shyly. “And he said I was his…which had to just be bedroom talk…right?”

Yunjin looks at you, shock evident on her face.

“Y/N, you might just have a chance. Of course we both know how flirty Yeonjun is, and the fact that he’s basically a walking rhino pill,” you chuckle at her description. “But calling you his is crazy! And you even spent the night. Usually he just gets his nut off and they get the boot.” You internally wince.

“One things for certain, though. This likely won’t be the last time you two are involved with eachother like this.” Yunjin finishes, turning her attention back to her laptop.

Good lord. You think to yourself as you prepare to shower.

——-

The next two weeks went by like normal, other than the time you spent scrambling to find tutorials on how to cover up hickeys. You still gave a nod or wave to Yeonjun whenever you passed him. On campus. He still sat next to you in the library when you studied. You still ate lunch with your friend group, him included.

The only difference—it felt like—was you. The heat you felt between your legs when he got close enough to where you could smell his cologne. When you saw his face and all you could think of was the sight of him behind you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes heavy. When he called out your name and you wished he was back to calling you “baby” instead. The Worst of it all came late at night when you couldn’t sleep. The memory of Yeonjun fucking you played over and over in your head, only worsening your condition.

It was secretly tormenting you, and Yeonjun acted completely normal.

The both of you couldn’t run from the truth for too long, and it truly hit the fan when Yeonjun invited the friend group over to host yet another party.

You sat in your bed, watching YouTube videos on your laptop lazily until you heard a loud *ding* come from your phone. Opening your phone, you see that it’s a notification from your shared groupchat.

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GETTING DRUNK TOMORROW, TOGETHER

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Yeonzzn🦊: hang out @ my place 2morrow byoe I’m poor lol

Soobin: hang out or party? Is this casual or r u inviting the whole campus again?

Soobin: If I see one more red cup I’m gonna lose it

Hyuka🪽: Will the huzz be in attendance

Gyu: ^Lmk cs I’m trying to get my dick wet lol

Chaewon: TMI.

Yunjin: I’ll go if Y/N goes.

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You sigh as you put your phone down, not mentally ready to go sit somewhere with Yeonjun for an extended period of time. You turn your attention back to your video.

A couple minutes pass by before you get another loud notification from your phone. You grab your phone realize it’s from Yeonjun. Your heart drops. Reluctantly, you open the message. It was simple. Just one question.

“You comin?”

You stared at your phone as you struggled to find the words to reply to him. Flipping over onto your side, you begin typing up a response.

“Maybe”

It was the truth. You didn’t know if you even felt up to it, but on the other hand it felt odd if you didn’t go. It was mostly just a normal hang out…right?

The bubble indicating that Yeonjun was typing appeared, then disappeared. And then it appeared again. You stared at your phone screen with nervous curiosity. Then, he responded.

“U should come”

…

“I wanna see you”

That’s all it took for you to throw your phone down on your sheets. There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. You think to yourself. You pick up your phone and type out a simple “I’ll think about it.” Yeonjun liked the message, and that was that.

—

With a frustrated sigh, Yeonjun threw his head against the backrest of the couch. He set his phone down beside him as if to erase whatever he just did.

“Whats got you so agitated?” His friend Soobin asks, leaning forward against the backrest and noting his friend’s distant gaze.

“It’s nothing.” Yeonjun lies.

“Let me guess…Y/N?” Soobin says with a cheeky grin. With an agitated swiftness, Yeonjun sits up abruptly and meets Soobin’s eyes.

“You fucked her and now she won’t look at you? You want more? Or-“ Yeonjun’s eyebrows twitch in annoyance as Soobin lists (with a stupid grin) all the ways he could be in trouble with you.

“Oh shut up, will you? Yes we had sex…” he trails off, “But it’s gone back to normal and it’s kind of pissing me off.”

Soobin quirks up an eyebrow. “Isn’t that sort of your thing, though? I’ve never known you to be the type to keep a girl around for more than one night.”

“That’s the thing though. Im bad with feelings and commitment. All I know is that I want her. Badly. All to myself.”

Soobin winces, his face dropping into a more pitying smile. Yeonjun’s last relationship didn’t end well. Him and his ex girlfriend broke up his senior year of high school. Partly because of all of the false promises that young couples tend to make to one another, but mostly because his then-girlfriend cheated on him. Since then, Yeonjun has been wildly avoidant of relationships, or anything that could get him emotionally hurt.

“Sounds a bit…possessive no? You know the type of girl she is. Gotta give it to you, I was surprised that you were able to get in her pants in the first place.”

“Geez man how did you even know about that in the first place?” Yeonjun asks, only to be met with a sheepish shrug from the taller male. “Saw her as she was leaving last week.” He simply stated. Yeonjun just shakes his head dismissively.

“Regardless of your feelings, she’s still our friend. You’ve got to be careful not to hurt her. Especially after him.” Soobin warns.

Yeonjun scowls at the mention of your ex. That scumbag never treated you right. Yeonjun was often the one to pick you up when he flaked you for dates, and often saw the two of you arguing. He still remembers your pained expression and teary eyes during an argument he witnessed. It took everything in him not to beat that guys face in. There was no doubt; Yeonjun cares about you. He just didn’t know if he would be able to face his fears.

—

When you said that you’d “think about it”, you truly had no plans of going to Yeonjun’s little get together.

So why were you getting ready? Simple answer: Yunjin. Despite her nonchalant response, she actually wanted to go. Something about missing Beomgyu and how flirting with him was “good practice”.

Whatever, you thought.

Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you realized that the marks Yeonjun had left were finally gone. You run your fingers over the delicate skin of your neck almost triumphantly. As if to celebrate, you decided to throw on a gray off the shoulder sweater. It was casual enough but also cute and comfy. Just so that you didn’t overheat in the unpredictable fall weather, you threw on a black skirt as well.

“Someone looks cute!” Yunjin called out, eyeing your figure. “All this for Yeonjun?” You just sigh, hugging yourself awkwardly. Mentally knowing that she was right.

“Come on let’s just go.” You say defeatedly. This was going to be a long night.

The ride to his house was casual, and mostly consisted of Yunjin yapping about the new group she started stanning. “No seriously Y/N. Jooheon is SO perfect. He’s like a big teddy bear-with muscles and sexy eyes!” She says dreamily as she scrolls on Pinterest looking at ‘boyfriend material’ pictures of the idol. You just chuckle. Honestly, you enjoyed hearing her fangirl rants. It was kind of endearing. Your body jolted forwards a little as your uber driver came to a halt. Heart racing in your chest, you unbuckled yourself and opened the door handle.

The sight you were met with was nothing unfamiliar. You were no stranger to TXT’s frat house. In fact, you’ve been there more times than you could count; The elaborate house became sort of a second home away from your dorm.

This time though, it was different. The last time you had been there was when you were face down ass up on Yeonjun’s bed with a mouthful of his sheets. You mentally facepalm yourself. Unfortunately, it was a bit too late to ask ‘why did I do this to myself?’ You sucked up your pride and tentatively knocked on the door, Yunjin’s hand in yours. You heard shuffling and muffled laughter on the other side of the door, your patience growing thin as the cold autumn breeze tickled your neck.

Suddenly, the doorknob began to turn and you braced yourself for whoever you may see on the other side. The door opened and the two of you were greeted by a tall male figure looming over you. Kind eyes scanned your figures for a second before a cute smile formed on his face.

“Y/N, Yunjin!” Hueningkai beamed. “Welcome in!”

He stepped out of the way to let the two of you in before pulling the both of you in for a hug.

“Hi, Hyuka!” The both of you chirped. Releasing you from his hold, he led the way into the living room.

When you arrived, the rest of the guys were engaged in some heated discussion about who was better at Super Smash Bros. You sucked your teeth at their childishness, which did not go undetected by the bickering males.

“Oh heeeey you guys!” Beomgyu exclaimed. He made his way over to where you stand and sandwiched himself between you and Yunjin. He then lazily draped one of his toned arms around each of your shoulders.

“Ok, I have a serious question for the both of you.” He began, obviously on bullshit. You quirked an eyebrow up to humor him.

“Who’s the best smash player out of all of us?” He demanded. You and Yunjin looked at each other once, and then at him, then back at each other.

“Odi.” The two of you said in unison, earning a chorus of groans from the men. The mention of the beloved frat pet immediately extinguished their fire. Beomgyu slumped down in defeat and made his way back to where he was sitting before beckoning you to join them, you scan the couch for empty seats. Sitting down were Kai, Taehyun, Soobin, Beomgyu… Yunjin plopped down next to him, so that seat was taken. Next to her sat Yeonjun, and then an empty space. She playfully nudged him over and patted the now empty spot next to her, leaving you sandwiched between the two of them. A little devil she was.

You sat down next to Yeonjun and formally greeted everyone.

“Welcome back, Y/N,” Yeonjun said to you lowly with a smirk. Your eyes met his and darted away instantly. You let out a shaky “thanks,” fingertips curling under the sleeves of your sweater. He chuckled slightly at your nervousness.

The party rolls on and a couple more people pool in the room, mostly some friends and acquaintances. As the night advances, you can’t help but become increasingly focused on Yeonjun. The laugh ripping from his throat. The smell of his cologne. The way he had his arm draped around the sofa—just enough to barely brush the back of your neck. Your senses were clouded with him.

At some point in the night when Taehyun’s drank a little too much and Beomgyu is, well—Beomgyu—the rowdy group decides that they want to play truth or dare. You make a mental note that you intended on only picking dares because at this particular moment you had quite a bit to hide.

“OOOOKAY!” Yujin announces. It was her turn to ask. Yunjin spins the bottle hard, and much to your dismay it ends up pointing at you. She snickers devilishly as you squirm in your sweat uncomfortably as you await her inevitable punishment.

“Y/N my love! Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Yujin’s smile widens and you suddenly regret your answer.

“I dare youuuuu~” she pauses as if to think, “to play 7 minutes in heaven with Choi Yeonjun!” You stare at her wide eyed as she winks at you from her seated position in Beomgyu’s arm. This earns a series of “oohs” and “aahs” from the messy group.

“Just go in his room, we’ll come get you two when the time is up.” Beomgyu chimes in. You just sigh. You look over to Yeonjun who has the same pouty smirk on his face that he always has, and begrudgingly follow him to his room.

You hear the game continue on loudly as you disappear up the steps. You almost get Deja Vu from his motions—inviting you in and locking the door. You don’t sit on his bed this time. Yeonjun makes his way to where you’re standing awkwardly in the middle of his room. You realize that he’s not even looking in your eyes, he’s looking at your neck.

“It’s gone, huh?” He asks rhetorically. His eyes slowly trailing up to meet your own. You nod.

“Do you miss it? Did you miss me?” He asks, directly this time. You bite your lip as you look up at him, the hairs on your neck standing up. More slowly this time, you nod again. Yeonjun tuts.

“Uh-uh, use your big girl words Y/N.”

A whimper slips past your lips. You let out a shaky sigh. “Yes, Yeonjun.”

“Yes what?” He takes a step closer to you and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Both—I miss both.” you say, knees buckling under his support. He hums as he leans in for a kiss, moving his lips slowly against yours. His tongue juts out, and you willingly open your mouth to deepen the kiss. He pulls away with a dazed expression and dives down to kiss down your neck. You moan when he puts his lips on a specific spot—where he left you a hickey last time. He nips and licks your neck like it’s his prerogative to find all your most sensitive spots.

“I’ll be good this time,” he mumbles against your skin, “only mark you up where people can’t see.”

Yeonjun pulls down your sweater enough to reach the plush skin that peeks out of your bra. Like clockwork, he attaches his lips to the sensitive area, sucking harshly and releasing your skin with a ‘pop ’. Uncaring of the mewls you’re releasing, He keeps doing so until your chest is littered with purple-red splotches. His signature. You were dripping by the time he was done with you, slick clinging to your lace panties and making its way onto your thighs.

“All better?” Yeonjun remarks as he pulls away from your chest to look at you. His cock throbs at the sight of your worked up state. Panting and flushed with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You nod lazily and grab onto his shoulders, pulling him close to you for any sort of friction.

Catching the drift, Yeonjun sneaks his hands down to your thighs. “Y/N you know we don’t have the time.” He whispers, faces mere centimeters apart. “Please?” You beg. He can’t resist.

Yeonjun backs you up against the door to his bedroom and puts a knee between your quivering legs for easy access. His hands begin hiking your skirt up on your waist.

He chuckles. “You love wearing skirts for me huh? Saves me the trouble.” You frantically shake your head no. “That’s not-“ you begin to retaliate as Yeonjun slides your panties to the side. “Hmm?” He asks, only to be met with shaky breaths. “Come on Y/N, talk to me. It’s not what?” He asks as he lazily slides a fingertip up and down your wet folds. You moan in response. “That’s not—ngh—that’s not why…” He chuckles.

“I’m just teasing.” He says with a grin before sliding two fingers into your awaiting hole. You moan loudly and jolt as you get reacclimatized to the feeling of Yeonjun’s long fingers inside of you. He curls them deliciously, prodding at your G spot with ease. You can’t help but whimper and mewl around him.

“Shh, wouldn’t want them to hear your sweet moans baby. Those are mine, okay?” You nod with glossy eyes as you clamp a hand around your mouth at his command.

“Such a good girl, you always listen to me so well don’t you?” You stifle a moan, clenching around his fingers at the praise. “Y-yes Yeonjun.”

He slips another finger in you, causing your eyes to roll back and knees to buckle. You moaned into your hand. His face was dangerously close to yours, studying the way you fell apart for him, so deliciously vulnerable. Suddenly, the two of you hear stairs creaking.

“They’re coming. I need you to cum soon, can you do that? Can you cum for me?” He asks.

You nod frantically in response as he brings a thumb up to play with your clit. It’s not long before your orgasm hits, and Yeonjun continues to fuck you with his fingers until he’s satisfied. You crash into his chest to stifle your moans as you make a mess on his fingers. Someone knocks on the door.

“Times up!” Soobin calls out.

“We’ll be out in a second!” Yeonjun responds half-heartedly.

Soobin just sighs and makes his way back down the stairs.

You look up at Yeonjun with teary eyes, letting out a broken moan as he slides his fingers from your heat. Maintaining eye contact, he sucks his fingers deeply before releasing them to stick one in your mouth. You oblige, swirling a tongue around the digit. He pulls away and looks deep into your eyes—as if he was searching for something. Any confirmation that maybe you were in just as deep as he was.

“I don’t want to leave,” you say quietly, speaking up slightly. Yeonjun chuckles.

“Let’s get you a bit more cleaned up.”

Yeonjun thinks that he found it.

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A/N: Pt 2. Otw~

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