#[📎] yunho

[mingirn]

short of breath, short of time

genre: angst

warnings: crying, break ups

notes: have this short dumb thing i wrote and never finished. i havent posted in so long dont be mean PLS

word count: 1.9k

You know it’s wrong before your fist has even made contact with the door. It’s wrong, being outside Yunhos dorm, it’s wrong to be standing here when you should be in your own bed fast asleep, it’s wrong to wish he’d answer your knocking. None of it is right, and nothing has been for the past three weeks, but that’s the crux of it all. It shouldn’t have taken you twenty three days to figure out what a mistake it had been to break up with Yunho, that too had been wrong, and you have no right to be here.

Yet, you linger for another minute, and then another, and you’re tapping your fingers nervously against the side of your leg as you whisper little wishes to yourself. Open, please, be awake, open the door.

He shouldn’t, he doesn’t have to, and when you hear the dull sound of his feet shuffling out of bed you can sense his hesitation. He must know, somehow. Intrinsically he just knows, who else would be outside his door at 2 am? Your heart is beating fast and heavy inside your chest and every second that passes of him standing there, just on the other side of his door, you swear it gets louder. So loud he must be able to hear it soon, perhaps mistake it for another desperate, rapid knock against the wood.

The lock clicks and turns and so does the handle, and then Yunho is standing in front of you. The air feels heavier and lighter all at once, thick with heartbreak, yet you let out a sigh of relief from finally breathing his air again. Winded little breaths leave Yunhos mouth, not calm and deep breaths like you’d expect if he’d just been asleep. Short ones, as if he’d been psyching himself up before opening the door.

”What are you- why are you here?” The melancholy in his voice breaks something inside of you. It’s not the same tone you’re so used to hearing him speak with. He’s tired, and he looks it too, with slumped shoulders and distant eyes.

”I don’t know,” you begin, but the rest of the sentence never comes. Yunhos face is hard to read, almost like all emotion has been wiped off of it, and for a second you feel the need to turn back around and run as far away from him as you can just to avoid seeing what you’ve done to him.

”Why not call or text me? Why show up here?” he asks. Your eyes flit over his face, landing on his pale cheeks and the faint darkness under his eyes, then the wispy hairs that lay across his forehead, you’re just drinking him in.

”I don’t know,” you repeat. His brows furrow now, and his face flashes with confusion and anger. You scrabble for a continuation, ”I didn’t think you’d answer. And it wouldn’t have been enough, anyways.”

”What is that supposed to mean?” You feel like he’s supposed to sound angrier, lace his words with more poison, but all you find in his voice is uncertainty.

”It wouldn’t have been enough just to hear you or get a text, I just- I needed to see you.”

The words hover for an enternal minute, and now his eyes search your face for something. Probably evidence of mistruth, wanting to find out your motives.

”Okay,” he says eventually. ”And now that you’ve seen me, what then?”

”Can I come inside?” You know you have no right to ask this, and your brain wishes to stop your mouth before the words have even left it. This is it, the ultimate low, the moment you can never take back and you expect Yunho to slam the door in your face.

The seconds that pass before Yunho steps aside feel a lot longer than they should, and he does nothing to fill the void. He keeps quiet and stares at you, a slow blink but otherwise unmoving as he waits for you to come inside.

His room hasn’t changed in three weeks. It still smells like Yunho, he’s got the same bedsheets and outdated homework sitting at his desk. You fill your lungs with the scent of him, knowing that this might be your last, and that you’re lucky to even be granted this.

It feels wrong to sit down on his bed with him when he sits down, so you stand by, awkwardly and still fidgeting.

”Can you tell me why you’re here?” he asks again.

You’ve come this far. You have nothing left to preserve, all pride and dignity had been left in your own dorm the moment you exited in your pyjamas and set foot to Yunhos. He has let you in, and he seems to be listening, perhaps giving you a chance.

”I just want to kiss you one last time,” you say. Your voice doesn’t even waver like it had done when you practiced it on the walk to Yunhos room.

”You’re kidding me, right? I mean, you see how unfair that is?” he speaks, a lot firmer than before. He looks at you with something you can’t determine in his eyes, perhaps hurt, but you’re relieved that there is no anger.

”I know, it was unfair to even show up here, but I did and I have nothing to lose.”

”You think you’ve got something to gain here?” he scoffs.

”If you kiss me again, yes, I do,” you answer.

”And what about me? I have nothing to gain here. In fact, I think it’s shitty of you to do this to me when you broke up with me. You can’t just show up here after a couple of weeks and ask me to kiss you,” Yunho says. His eyes bore into you, unrelenting, but not harsh enough for you to avoid them.

Tears well up in your eyes for the first time tonight and they come with a sense of surprise that you haven’t cried until now.

”I know that, I do, Yunho. I’m so sorry,” your voice is starting to shake now but you push the words out loud and clear, just to make sure he hears them. ”Just- please. I need to kiss you.”

”This is unfair. It’s mean,” he repeats himself.

The word ’mean’ hits you worse than an insult, like a punch to the gut. You know it’s true. Nothing about this has been kind, even though all along you’ve wanted to spare him. You’d broken up with him due to your own fears and justified it by thinking you were somehow doing him the ultimate good, like you were protecting him and keeping him guarded. In truth, you hadn’t felt good enough for him and it hadn’t been a feeling you could just shake. It had set its grasp so deep that every longing gaze thrown in Yunhos direction from any other person felt like a direct threat.

You swore you had protected Yunho by breaking up with him, effectively setting him free to date someone he deserves better so that he wouldn’t have to be held back by you. Now, you can see that the only one you were protecting was yourself and it was a selfish, fools errand. You hadn’t spared him, nor saved yourself.

”Yunho,” you plea with a broken voice. ”I’m so sorry.”

The world feels still. It’s unreal, all of it, the past three weeks have felt like walking in someone elses shoes. You can’t believe that this is - was - your Yunho, sitting across the room from you with a distance that implies so much. We are not together, nothing is the same.

The memory of your last kiss lingers in your mind because you knew it would be the last, but it hadn’t been enough. In the dead of night you some times fool yourself into thinking that you can still feel Yunhos lips on yours, ghostly and hazy, over far too quick for it to feel like enough. Ending things with Yunho was wrong, and you can’t beg for him to come back to you, but this, just a final kiss, you need that to make it right. You need Yunho like you need air in your lungs.

You close your eyes to stop the tears from falling. This is not how you wanted him to see you, and it is not what you came here for. Your ears are ringing, entire body alert with regret but you still can’t make yourself leave. All you do is stand, holding your breath.

Then, something brushes against your hand. A warmth that tentatively moves up your arm until it envelops the side of your face. His hand, his hot skin against your cheek. You don’t dare open your eyes in case it isn’t real, instead you lean into the touch and part your lips to let out a jagged breath.

Then, you feel it, his breath just inches away from your face. His lips are on yours before you know it, and this must be real, because you can taste him on your lips and he kisses you like he always has. His mouth does not crash into yours, it’s not harsh or cruel like you’d expect tonight. He has every right to kiss you like he hates you, but Yunhos mouth is gentle and his kisses are slow.

His thumb strokes your cheek in small soothing movements, and you feel his other hand come up to hold your face too. It turns feverish, you find yourself inhaling the little breaths that leave his nose at the same time as you kiss him back, meeting his lips and his tongue, trying as hard as you can to fill all your senses with just him.

”Please-,” you find yourself begging into the kiss, your own hands coming up now to grip Yunhos shirt. You grasp the material in your fists, pulling him closer until you can feel his body against yours. ”Yunho, Yunho, Yunho.”

Yunho moves his hands from your face to your waist where his fingers dig into your sides, then he pushes you around and walks you backwards to his bed without pulling away for even just a breath. The back of your legs make contact with the edge of his bed, and it feels all too familiar to be swallowed up by his fluffy blanket when he pushes you to lay down.

You hardly have time to look at him before he’s above you, a leg between yours and arms planted on each side of you.

”I’ve missed you,” he whispers, it’s quiet and rushed and he follows the words with a kiss.

It’s so real like this, too good to be true. His shirt hangs off of his body, brushing against your stomach, a sensation you couldn’t fake or dream up even if you tried. Your mind picks apart every little detail of this, committing them all to memory if this is going to be your last time having him like this. Every last detail, like the warmth radiating off of his body, or the way his hair brushes against your forehead, or the fact that he’s making desperate little sounds into your mouth.

”Yunho, I love you, please-”

You regret the words as soon as you’ve spoken them and brace yourself for him pulling away, but Yunho only deepens the kiss.

”I love you too.” And he whispers the words, like they are sacred.

[essenteez]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙

𝐨𝐭𝟖 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 (𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆/𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘, 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓), 𝒚/𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒍𝒗𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒍

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⛓ You and all eight of the boys are the only students in your university's small class of advanced math majors. Not an unusual situation, rarely anyone likes math. All nine of you have known each other for almost two years now. Endless hours and weeks spent together in one classroom - it is both paradise and a living hell.

⛓▪︎ Being the only girl in the same space as eight handsome, dripping in sexappeal men, is very interesting as well as difficult. You want to escape, but at the same time you can't wait for another day and feel disappointed when you part with them. 

⛓▪︎ You're the class princess. They would do everything for your comfort. They carry your bag , books, bring you snacks and try their best to always make you smile...

⛓▪︎… or sexually frustrated.

⛓▪︎Aware of you fancying all of them, their teasing have no limits. And each one of them has their own way to bring you to the edge.

𝐇 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐉 𝐎 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆

⛓▪︎You've seen how dark Hongjoong's alluring eyes can get when he looks at you during lectures, how the corners of his lips curls up slightly in a sinister manner. How his perfect white teeth appear when your cheeks flushed red in response to all his actions.

📎 Little do you know, your reactions incite his inner freak. His type is specific and picky with his women, but you manage to fit in every category. He can't help but bite his lips and let his eyes darken at the sight of your curves, embraced by the black material of your short skirt while your face looks so innocent, while scrabbling something in your notebook with your pikachu pen.

📎 The perfect balance between you looking cute and absolutely sin worthy... it drives him insane, thoughts running wild as his inner beast raises his head.

"I'm gonna fail my academics, Y/n", his grin quickly changed energy from innocent to beguiling when he saw you fall into a trap of curiosity, "You distract me too much."

𝐒 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐇 𝐖 𝐀

⛓▪︎Kind of casual but definitely cunning actions of Seonghwa's long tongue during initially ordinary conversations have your mind going wild with imagination.

📎 You can't stop yourself from watching how the wet muscle circles his desirable lips, ghosting his teeth. How thin strings of saliva follows it around...

📎 And the worst part is that he always knows what he is doing, like stealing a cherry from your lunchbox, just to give you back its stem, tied in a neat knot with his tongue.

"My eyes are right here, Y/n." He smirks at you , satisfied with how bare minimum makes you shamelessly stare at his plum lips and envision all the things he could do to you, using his skillful mouth.

𝐘 𝐔 𝐍 𝐇 𝐎

📎 Yunho's big frame never fails to make you feel tiny and defenseless. He, well aware of the effect he has on you, uses every occasion to remind you of the size difference between you two.

📎 Your heart skips a beat everytime his big physique appears behind you, trapping you between him and the bookshelf.

📎 His big hands nonchalantly embracing your waist to move you from his path or casually resting on your thigh as he reaches for something, it all has you restless at night.

📎 You're frustrated with his sudden, filled with dirty meaning questions and comments that he cleverly hides behind his puppy-like expression. 

"I'm wondering if I could entirely wrap my hand around your neck, Y/n," he teases, looking you right into your surprised eyes "It's so small..."

𝐘 𝐄 𝐎 𝐒 𝐀 𝐍 𝐆

📎 Yeosang's face isn't the only thing that looks like a sculpture. You have a very hard time focusing on what your professor says when a Greek god-like body is sitting right next to you.

📎 His extremely muscular forearms are always on display and of course within your poor eye's reach. He catches you staring every time, but instead of letting you know, he always closes his hand in a fist to tense every muscle, causing them to pop under his sun kissed skin.

📎 You think he doesn't see how your lashes bat in amazement and how your thighs rub under the desk, imagining these arms around your body.

His deep, penetrating voice only worsens your embarrassing state, "Let me carry your bag, Y/n. I'm going to carry your bag anyway, even if it means carrying you in my arms around the school along with it."

𝐒 𝐀 𝐍

📎 Choi San is the most bold man you've ever met. But only heaven knows you love every second of it. No one is suspicious of his behavior since you all know he's used to skinship and being touchy with everyone he's close with.

📎 However, it is just an excuse when it comes to you.

📎 Casually leaning his head on your shoulder, just so his raspy voice and hot breath could tease your sensitive neck and ear.

📎 Or suddenly pulling you close to dance, which would be cute if not for the feeling of his well defined torso pushing against you, his arm wrapped around your waist like a vine.

📎 His facial expressions don't help either as they can change in a matter of seconds from an adorable smile to a devilish grin, just cause you looked at him.

"You're so stiff, Y/n," he states, while massaging your tensed shoulders, that get even tighter after the next proposition of his, "Maybe we can meet after class so I can give you a proper and deep tissue treatment?"

𝐌 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 𝐈

📎 Mingi is hot and he knows about it, very well. He shows it in the way he walks, like he has the biggest cock that has women scream every night.

📎 He shows it in the way he speaks, making you ready to listen to his every command.

📎 But the most alluring thing is the way he sits, like he owns the place and everyone in it.

📎 You gulp loudly at his manspread and the way his hand unapologetically grabs his crotch. You can't help but imagine and torture yourself.

📎 And his eyes, his eyes...intimidating the hell out of you as he catches your gaze everytime you go back to your seat. You have no option but to look and see how he shamelessly checks you out.

His quick witted propositions never fail to astonish you, "Your ass was made for my lap", he wispers in your ear when no one's around, "Wanna see for yourself?"

𝐖 𝐎 𝐎 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 𝐍 𝐆

📎 That one, specific situation with Jung Wooyoung as a main lead will haunt you forever. You can't forget the way he suddenly kneeled before you to tie your shoe (that btw you're still not sure if was even undone). He was so close and took his time to fix your laces. His eyes painfully and slowly climbed up your leg continuing further up to your stunned face as he graced you with a playful smile grazing his lips. What a clever way to show how good he'd look on his knees while pleasuring you.

📎 He also always asks you for random opinions. However Wooyoung has never wanted you to comment on any significant, less flirtatious things.

📎 Requesting to run your hands through his hair to confirm it's as soft as he thinks it is and listening to his silent groans while you're doing it

📎 Asking to loosen another button of his already revealing shirt because his hands are busy.

"Only don't get carried away, Y/n...", he warned sarcastically, "We're in public."

𝐉 𝐎 𝐍 𝐆 𝐇 𝐎

📎 Everything about this man screams "beast in gentleman's disguise".

📎 You could study him for hours. His muscular thighs and massive posture have your head spinning and all you see is him pinning you down with his weight and doing all he desires. His stylish and modest outfits that rarely show any skin stimulate your imagination on another level.

📎 However Jongho is still a mystery to you. He doesn't play with you nor hide his intentions behind excuses, habits or jokes. He found his way with you. With the aura he emits, he dominates everyone and everything. You feel the urge to obey and you're aware he'd have you on your knees with one hand gesture. He makes you want to impress him, do everything to catch his attention. Why? Cause no one praises you the way he does.

"Thank you," he purrs, grabbing Americano from your hand and getting dangerously closer, "Good girl."

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑,

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫.

📎 Paying close attention to your clothes that enhance your curves and every flattering detail, so they could admire while you're standing by the board, doing some equation. Everything finished with seductive makeup and fragrance that they noticed and gave in to the same day you first wore it.

📎 It's true you blush, turn your head embarrassed or pretend nothing happened some times but these are not your only reactions. You can hold their hungry and teasing gazes, with old school methods like biting on the pen or playing with your hair. 

📎 Hands "accidentally" stroking their arms or resting on their thighs. Random lollipop-sucking moments were the best way to have them frustrated. You make sure they hear that pop sound. 

📎"Make me" was a top phrase in war vocabulary. It's not just a phrase. It's a spell, that turns even Jongho, the self-control embodied, into a sexually frustrated mess.

However, you are at a disadvantage whenever they join forces. Which is what they tend to do pretty often. It's either one on one, or eight on one. You both admired and were surprised by your strength, fighting the other party. Still, deep down you know that the final result will end up with either them having you in their bed or you having them in yours. 

What a nice way to integrate with your classmates ♡

[mingirn]

ateez: giving you head

notes: this feels so sloppy and unfinished but i’m posting it anyways bc brrrr brainrot. i have so many more thoughts as well but i had to tie it off or this would have been way too long.. anyways talk to me abt ateez

warnings: NSFW, oral, talks about d/s dynamics but nothing extreme, sub!idols, dom!reader, sub!reader, dom!idols, dirty talk, gender neutral reader, includes both dick & pussy

hongjoong

hongjoong prefers using his hands on you, not because he’s more skilled with his fingers or because he dislikes oral, but he prefers being able to kiss you and bite down your neck as he uses his hands on you. hongjoongs favorite thing is rendering you speechless, whether he’s dominant and out to ruin you or if he’s submissive and wants to be perfect for you, he prefers to be able to read every reaction of your face, swallow every moan, whisper things into your ear. this doesn’t mean he doesn’t love giving you head though, because fuck, he does. it takes absolutely nothing for him to get between your legs and when he does, he’s almost ravenous. he’s rarely teasing, instead he likes to give you more than you can handle. if he’s sucking you off he will hollow his cheeks, look up at you as he takes you down time after time without ever gagging. if he’s eating you out he will have your legs spread as far as you can manage, and he’ll use everything to his advantage. pumping his tongue in and out of you, spitting onto you and rubbing it in, he completely loses himself when he’s eating you out. he wants your cum all over him, and if you can take it he’s gonna make you cum multiple times. if he’s giving you a blowjob he’s gonna pull away just as you cum, letting some of it land across his lips before he wraps his mouth around you again, not stopping his passionate sucking until you’re crying, begging him to stop. if he’s eating your pussy he’s going to lick you through your orgasm, trying to catch all of your release on his tongue and even when you’re shaking, overstimulated and overwhelmed, hongjoong is going to make sure you give him even more. he doesn’t talk a whole lot during it, mainly because he can’t, but he will mumble things into your pussy or around your dick.

”you taste so fucking good. give me more, i know you can.”

seonghwa

seonghwa is a gentle lover. he can be harsh when he wants to be, and there will be times where he uses his mouth on you until you can’t take it anymore, but he loves it the most when he can take his time. he will spend hours going down on you if he can. he will kiss his way down your body, dart his tongue out to lick and suck marks into your skin before he’s even gotten between your legs. he seems like the type to keep his hands on your thighs, massaging and squeezing the flesh as he gets his mouth on you. he’s not really teasing either, mainly because he knows he doesn’t have to be. he’s confident enough in his skills to know that he doesn’t need to resort to tricks, he doesn’t need to tease and torture you, his tongue is good enough as it is. if he’s eating you out, seonghwa is going to be attentive. he will lay his tongue flat against you, catching your taste on his tongue, and then darting up to tell you just how delicious you taste. he uses his tongue to lick you all over, going in circles around your clit, circling your hole. if he’s sucking you off, he’s going to work his spit over your entire length so the slide is easy, he sucks you down expertedly. his strongest suit is his tongue, it’s long and thick and he can flex it, reaching every one of your most sensitive spots. but his lips, god, when his lips wrap around your clit or your dick. oral, to seonghwa, is never about dominance or submission. he will go down on you no matter what, but he always expects you to pull his hair. if your fingers aren’t tugging on his hair seonghwa knows he’s doing something wrong, and he will glide his tongue over your most sensitive spot over and over until he feels your nails on his scalp.

”so good, baby. could be between your legs forever, gonna make you cum just like this.”

yunho

yunho is a service top in all sense of the word, so he’s going to do whatever he can to make you feel good. oral isn’t exactly his strongest suit, not because he doesn’t like it, no - he loves going down on you. but he’s eager, too tactless to really give oral with skill. yunho does best when you let him fuck you, he’s got strong hips and incredible control over his body and his dumb, big dick seems to be the only thing he can work well. he’s still going to get on his knees for you at any and all times though. if he’s eating you out he almost seems like he’s rushing through the motions with the way he licks over your clit, spreads you open and spits onto you, fucks his tongue into you. he’s just so eager, so driven by lust at seeing you spread open in front of him, he just can’t help himself when he dives right in and flattens his tongue over your clit. he’s no different when he’s sucking dick, he opens his mouth eagerly and waits for you to push past his lips. he bobs his head, flattens his tongue underneath your dick and lets spit pool around the corners of his mouth. he just wants to make you feel good, it’s all that’s on his mind. yunho needs guidance, he’s gonna need you to tell him exactly what to do and where to touch you to make it feel good and he’s going to follow your instructions perfectly. to really take advantage of yunho, you should pin him down and sit on his face. use his mouth, card your fingers through his hair and fuck yourself into his mouth. he’s going to take everything you give him, and when he finally makes you cum he’s going to swallow it down.

”wanna make you feel good, please, tell me how to make you feel good.”

yeosang

yeosang.. yeosang is going to give you the time of your life. just like seonghwa, yeosang could spend hours giving you head if he only was allowed. unlike seonghwa though, yeosang uses more methods. he can be teasing, he’ll spend minutes upon minutes kissing your thighs, working his way in towards your crotch. he will leave marks on you and use his teeth to grace over your skin. for many people oral is just foreplay, but for yeosang it’s just another way of having sex. when he puts his mouth on you he wants it to feel just as good as his cock or his fingers, and he’s going to make you cum on his tongue just as many times as he does with his cock. yeosang thrives seeing all of your reactions and he will do anything to make you shiver, to get you to moan or scream. when he finally decides he’s worked you up enough he will press a few kisses to your most sensitive spot before he finally opens his mouth and dives in. if he’s eating you out, he’s going to be merciless in the way he flicks his tongue over you. he likes overwhelming you, licking at your clit until you’re wet enough that you’re dripping, to which he makes his way down and fucks your juices back into you with his tongue. if yeosang is sucking you off he’s gonna lick his way up and down your dick, flattening his tongue under the head to let you see just how perfectly you fit against him. he wraps his lips around you and keeps eyecontact as he sinks down on your dick, bobbing perfectly up and down and swirling his tongue around your head. no matter if he’s eating pussy or sucking dick, he’s going to treat you like you’re the last meal on earth. yeosang is also vocal when he wants to be, showering you in compliments and telling you how good you’re being for him.

”you look so good like this. you’re the most beautiful person on earth, i could fuck you forever.”

san

san is a double-edged sword. san is the most passionate, frantic, loving partner on earth and it reflects in his sex life, but he resides on both ends of the spectrum. san is almost always either very dominant or very submissive, and you’re going to get everything with him. if he’s dominant, san fucks you like it’s the only thing he’s ever meant to do. he can be ruthless in his teasing, he will use his hands to spread your legs apart and just look up at you, telling you how sexy you look spread out for him. he talks you through everything he does, voice deep and low in his throat as he tells you how good you’re being for him. when he’s dominant, san fucks you with his mouth until you’re crying. when he eats you out he uses his hands to keep you spread open for him, and he keeps eyecontact with you and fucking smiles as he works his tongue over your clit. if he’s sucking your dick, san is going to have you pinned to the bed and he’ll spit onto your head, just watching his spit drip down your length before he finally slots his lips against you and takes you down in one go. if san is submissive, he’s still going to make it his only mission in life to make you feel good. he abandons all teasing though, and lets you have your way with him. just like yunho, san loves it when you push him down and sit yourself over him. if he’s eating you out, he’s eagerly licking into you and he’s going to be sneaky, using his fingers to help in making you feel good. he’s messy when he’s submissive, letting his nose drag against your clit when he licks your release, and when you finally pull away from him after he’s made you cum he’s going to have your juices all over his face. if he’s sucking you off when he’s submissive, san is going to sink down on his knees and keep his mouth obediently open. he sticks his tongue out, waiting for you to slap your dick against his tongue, and when you finally push it past his lips, his eyes flutter shut. whether he’s sucking dick or eating pussy, san thinks his only true purpose is being good for you. it doesn’t matter if he’s dominant or submissive either, he’s always going to be doing the most to make you cum. san also loves it when you pull on his hair, and he’s masochistic in the way that he wants it to hurt, no matter if he’s dominant or submissive. he wants you to feel so good you want to positively tear his hair out of his head. san is also vocal, more so when he’s dominant than when he’s submissive, but he’s always sure to tell you just how badly he wants you to cum for him.

”cum for me, that’s it. you’ve earned it, cum on my tongue, baby.”

mingi

mingi is a little bit like yunho in the way that he’s too eager for his own good, bordering onto being absolutely desperate. mingi naturally falls into being more submissive, almost to a fault. mingi is so submissive that he’s able to dominate just because you order him to. therefore, he’s almost always needy and desperate when he gives you head. mingis strongest suit is that he wants you to own him in all sense of the word, he wants to be yours, he wants you to consider his body your own personal toy for usage. he will sink onto his knees or get between your legs if you as much as utter a word. and mingi gives you oral like he is a man starved. if he’s eating you out, he spares no time in getting his mouth on you. he knows his lips are pretty, and he knows he’s skilled in what he can do with them and he wastes no time in working his lips all over you. kisses, licks, nibbles, bites, all of it. he’s also skilled with his tongue, and he circles it around your clit in perfect circles. but some times he presses it flat against you and looks up at you expectantly until you buck your hips against him, dragging your clit over his tongue. if mingi is sucking you off, he’s going to use his plush lips to slobber all over you. he loves it when you push your cock down his throat, fucking him until his spit has gotten your dick wet, and then you pull out to slap the tip of your dick against his pretty lips. mingi is a performer in bed, but especially so when he gives head. his eyes are intense as he holds your gaze, making sure you see just how hard he’s fighting to make you feel good. he sticks his tongue out to show you how he’s licked up your cum, and he makes sure you’re looking when he’s swallowing it all down. mingi doesn’t talk very much when he’s giving you head, he’s too busy putting on a show for you and working you towards an orgasm. but when he speaks it’s almost always begs and pleas for more.

”use me. use my mouth until you cum, i want your cum, please.”

wooyoung

wooyoung, just like san, comes with two sides. unlike san though, wooyoung is never cruel or sadistic when he feels more dominant. still, you’ve got to catch him in one of two moods. wooyoung prefers oral to be foreplay, partly because he’s impatiet and wants more and more always, and partly because he thinks it’s a lot more enjoyable when he can have you face to face. still, wooyoung is an overachiever when it comes to giving you head. he’s also an eager lover, but more like hongjoong than yunho. he just wants to make you feel good, and he’s going to do everything possible to get you to fall apart because of his mouth. he can be teasing, but it’s never to an unbearable point. he usually teases you when he feels more dominant. in those moments he will talk you through it, ask you how good he’s making you feel, if you want him to make you cum with just his mouth, or if you want him to fuck you with his cock instead. wooyoung doesn’t care if you close your legs around his head when it gets too intense, he continues licking and sucking even when you start to shake, trying to tug his head away from your sensitive spots. when he eats you out he likes it the most when he gets you crying and shaking, begging for him to let you cum or to just fuck you. if he’s sucking you off he’s going to keep swirling his tongue over your head, rubbing right under the most sensitive spot and making you whine in response. wooyoungs goal when he’s dominant isn’t always to make you cum, because he knows that if you don’t cum on his tongue he’s going to fuck you on his dick later, his goal is just to torture you and get you worked up for him. if wooyoung is submissive, the sentiment is still the same. he doesn’t really make it his goal to make you cum, but now it’s because he’s stupidly impantient and incredibly desperate. when he eats you out all he can think about is how wet you are and how much you’re torturing him by not letting him fuck you. he works his mouth over you to make you happy so you can finally grant him what he wants. he whines and begs, mumbling compliments into your pussy to get on your good side and get you to take pity on him. if he’s sucking you off he’s going to be much the same; needy and restless. the good thing here is that you can shut him up with your cock, pushing down as far in his throat as you could possibly go. and as impatient and whiney as wooyoung is, he never complains. he doesn’t complain when you push your cock into his mouth until tears prick at his eyes, and he never complains when you grab hold of his hair and keep his tongue pressed to your pussy. wooyoung knows that in order to get what he wants, he needs to take what you give him.

”you like my tongue, baby? don’t you want me to fuck you though? i could make you feel even better with my cock.” / ”let me fuck you, please, i’ve been good. i just want to fuck you, i’ll fuck you so good. please.”

jongho

jongho is also a man who prefers to just fuck you. he knows he can get you screaming for him if he can just fuck you, he’s confident in his ability to split you open and he’s a good lover. so, oral with him is more rare than some of the others. he views oral in two different ways: as a reward, or as foreplay. he’s more than happy to use his mouth to work you open for him. and he’s good with his mouth, good with his tongue. he’s not teasing, not torterous, he’s just so fucking good. he especially likes pairing oral with fingering you open, and he will use his tongue to lick over your clit while he stuffs you full of his fingers to get you ready for his dick. he’s much the same when he sucks dick, he sees it as the precursor for sex, but he will give you his all when he wraps his lips around your dick and focuses on making you fall apart for him. as a reward however, jongho is far more relentless. jongho fucks you in a way that’s ravenous, and when he finally cums he doesn’t feel like he’s done just yet. he’s just had you shaking and crying on his cock, and he’s going to reward you for it by getting down and using his mouth on you. if he just came in you he’s gonna finger it back into you as he uses his lips and tongue on your clit or dick. when he eats you out after he’s fucked you he already knows he’s gotten you close, and he’s going to be insatiable when he uses his tongue to push you over the edge. jongho wraps his arms around your legs and holds you steadily, keeping you still even as he flicks his tongue over you. it’s almost romantic, the way he holds you, if it wasn’t for how intent he was in getting you to cry for him. jongho doesn’t really care if you pull on his hair, but he loves it far more when you interlock your fingers with his and squeeze his hand. he loves the feeling of your thighs trembling around him and your hand squeezing his as you get close.

”that’s it, baby, you can cum. you’ve been so good, you deserve it.”

[mingirn]

hard to disguise as nothing at all

jeong yunho x reader

genres: smut, angst + college!au, childhood bestfriends

warnings: friends with benefit, drinking, alcohol, hangovers, biting, oral, hair pulling, swearing, bisexual!yunho, mingi and yunho kiss once, jealous reader

word count: 5,4k

link to part 2

There are things friends do, and things friends don't do. It's tough to say exactly where the line should be drawn, and even more arduous to apply it to what you share with Yunho. There are things friends do that you do with Yunho, like the years you'd spent growing up together. Playground laughter, bruised knees, sleepovers, bike rides, homework turned in late, graduation, enrolling in university - there is a lot you've experienced with Yunho that constitutes a regular, true friendship. Things that friends do, you've done plenty.

What friends don't do, is wake up in each others beds hungover with marks of each others mouths scattered across your skin.

There's an absurdly bright sweater thrown next to your bed, nothing too irregular if you'd ignore the way it had been discarded, pulled over Yunhos head in a tipsy, desperate mess the night before. The smell of beer still lingers in the room, despite not having been drinking that much last night the alcohol stings in your nose and makes you feel nauseated. It's way too bright to crack your eyes open and sickening to feel the stench of the room. Your solution is rolling over to your side, humming a groan in the back of your throat at the sheer strain, and pulling the covers over your head.

Nine am sun shines through the opening between your curtains, unceremoniously disturbing the peace of sleep. Further disturbing is the stirring boy next to you, long tangled limbs taking up too much space in your bed. He's been twitching next to you for quite some time now, twisting and turning in your sheets and bumping into you, the direct cause of your awakening. He must be awake, if his low hums are any alert, and then his arm slumps down over your middle.

"Hey," he coughs. The duvet covering your head muffles his voice, barely even being able to make it out at all through the barrier, but you've become so accorded to him that you'd be able to make out his words had they only been a thought in his head. Yunho clears his throat, and speaks again, "Hey, hey. You up?"

"Trying not to be." you croak back.

Yunho whines, suddenly all too awake, and tugs down your blanket in one swift movement. You bury your head further into the pillow, a childish protest to Yunhos nose suddenly prodding at the back of your neck. He starts to leave kisses over your shoulder blades, still bare from yesterday. Fingers trail carefully over your naked back until he curls them around the dip of your waist, squeezing purposefully around your skin. The touch makes you shiver, though you blame it on the chill brought on by the duvet being snatched from your body.

Yunho is relentlessly cheerful in the mornings, far too awake in the contrast to last nights drunken stupidity. He's always been like this, seeming to run on endless amounts of energy even after falling asleep in the late hours of the night, even when he had fucked you until you cried before you'd both fallen asleep, and even when he had drank the double amount of alcohol than you. Maybe his stupidly long body disposes of alcohol faster than yours, or maybe Yunho is just abnormally gleeful, either or. Maybe both.

Sharp pain shoots through your shoulder when Yunho sinks his teeth into your skin, biting down on a spot just above your shoulder blade.

"Ow! Fuck, Yunho." you grumble, twisting in his grasp to lay on your back instead. "Go away, let me sleep."

"No, give me attention," he demands in a whine. Yunho lifts your duvet up, climbs underneath it, and straddles your lap entirely. His fingers force themselves under your neck until both of his hands are grasping at your head, using his strength to turn your head to look at him. Still, in his coercive movements, Yunho treats you gently and strokes his thumbs over your jaw before he leans down and leaves a swift, tender kiss on your lips. He speaks again, against your mouth, "I want you."

His touch is almost intangible for a few moments, feeling a bit far away as your body is still waking up and gaining tactile senses. All you can feel is the weight of him on your thighs, his soft lips ghosting over your mouth, his hands applying gentle pressure to the sides of your head. You allow yourself to revel in it for a moment, to just feel the soothing touches he adorns your body with, and to feel comforted by the familiar weight of his body on top of yours. You're starting to feel him now, completely, the warmth of his nude thighs against yours and his cold fingertips moving down your body now. Then, you feel the warmth and weight of his dick, half-hard and pressed against the top of your thigh.

"How are you horny this early in the morning? Oh my god, Yunho," you murmur, though you feel your stomach swirl at the sensation of him getting harder against you. "How can you even be awake right now? How are you not hungover?"

"Dude, you had like three beers yesterday. You can't be hungover."

And yeah, he's right, you've definitely been worse for wear. Truthfully, you hadn't really been drunk at all yesterday, barely tipsy. It's just that, between the stressful tempo of university and the growing responsibility of adulthood, alcohol got to your head and stomach fast. You had quit while you were ahead, swapping the beers for soda when you started to feel the buzz of it in your head. Then, the way Yunho had fucked you within an inch of your life last night didn't really help with your state either. Soreness spread through your legs and back, and your head ached from the way he had robbed you of your breath with his fingers in your mouth yesterday. If anything, it was Yunhos fault, this whole dreariness, though you'd never allow him the satisfaction of knowing that.

"Well. I'm not a teenager anymore, Yunho. I can't handle my liquor the same these days."

"You couldn't handle it back then either. Hey! Remember when you did shots for the first time and you threw up all over my new shoes, and-"

"Yunho. Shut up." you groan, flailing your arm aimlessly to attempt a slap at Yunho. "Just, shh. I'll let you fuck me if you just shut up."

He kisses you another time, sweet kisses pressed against your lips as his hand cradles your face.

"Don't say it like that," he whispers. "You don't let me fuck you. I fuck you because you want me to fuck you. If you don't want it, then I won't."

Sweet; unbearably sweet and loving Yunho. He's so kind, so good to you, that it makes you want to cry or spread your legs, anything and everything. It's easy to see why you'd started fucking him in the first place, this annoyingly sweet friend of yours.

Yunho kisses you once more, and mumbles into your mouth, "Besides, I don't wanna fuck you. I wanna go down on you."

A soft, breathy sigh leaves your lips at that and your hands come up to grasp Yunhos waist instinctively. You press your fingers into his sides, dancing up and down to his chest and then his hips, massaging the smooth skin. You curl your hands around his back, pushing and pulling him down to you so you can meet his lips and kiss him back for the first time this morning.

Yunho leans back down, meeting your lips in a fumbling crash. He sucks your bottom lip between his, gracing his teeth over the sensitive skin of your lip before he bites down. You whine into his mouth at his growing harshness, the unrelenting need he always kisses you with when he gets like this. A long, protesting groan leaves your lips when he pulls away again in the middle of a kiss.

"I want you," he repeats, and you find yourself not really missing his kisses so much when he speaks to you like this. He breathes heavily, "Do you want me?"

Yunho knows that he's got you already, knows that the short breaths leaving your mouth are sign enough that you want him. You both know each others bodies so well now, every time your hands roam over each other it's a quiet, unspoken understanding. Yunho could gather your every intention by just feeling the way you buck up against him, the way your hands seek for any inch of bare skin, or the way you tug at him harshly to get him closer, he knows unequivocally what you want from him. He knows, but he always wants to hear you say it.

"Yes, I want you, Yunho, please."

A final kiss against your lips, and then Yunho works his way down your neck. His lips feel lazy against your skin, as if he kisses you without any real care or method, just kissing to feel you on his mouth. He probably knows it feels good anyway, knows you through and through, and is fully aware that he can please you without any strenuous effort. It makes your head spin, this effortless knowing he has of your body, enough to have you clenching your legs around him before his mouth has even left your neck.

He noses at your sternum in his descent, breathing in deeply as if he's gathering your scent (his own, probably, imprinted on you) and committing it to memory. A few more kisses down your torso, then he's opening his mouth and sucking marks into your stomach. Small, purple bruises left behind by his lips, decorating your skin, joining all the rest. His hands, large and rough, coax your legs to part for him when he's scooted down far enough to rest between them. Pathetically, you're already more than ready for him to get his mouth on you, he's barely even kissed you properly and you can already feel the dull throb between your legs. He loves this, you know it, loves the effect he has on you even when he's done so little.

"Pretty," he praises, when he's settled himself between your legs. It takes everything within your body to look down at him, still hazy and riddled with sleep and whatever pitiful hungover you've acquired, but the sight of him between your legs makes it feel worth it, a hundred times over. He's so broad, wide shoulders hunched to fit in the small space you've made for him, and yesterdays hickeys are littered across his skin. His hair is still messy from the way you had held onto it yesterday when he had buried his face into your neck, biting onto your collarbone as he fucked you.

Cradling you close, he wraps his arms around the back of your thighs to pull you as near as he possibly can. A kiss pressed to the inside of your thigh, then another, then his teeth nipping over your skin, and his lips sucking a bruise into the skin, and then finally, Yunho lays a sloppy kiss where you need him the most. It's like unconscious muscle memory when he kneads the flesh of your thigh as he starts licking over you, flattening his tongue and pointing it to tease little circles where you're most sensitive. You know already that it's not gonna take long for him to make you cum, still so sore and sensitive from how he had fucked you yesterday, and the way he's looking up at you makes you feel fucking unhinged.

He looks at you as if he's not currently between your legs, lapping tongue and lips suckling at you. He looks at you like he always has, like your sweet best friend Yunho, as if he's not been making you cum for the past three weeks. The unyielding confidence he has, to be crouched between your legs and tasting his own cum on you from yesterday, and to look at you as if he's going over history homework is head-spinning, absolutely world-turning. You reach your hand down, comb your fingers through his tangled hair and pull him even closer.

He moans against you, reverberating against his tongue and sending slight vibrations against you that have you bucking your hips up against him. The only time he falters is when you tug on his hair, harsh and mean fingers pulling at his hair when he swirls his tongue against you just right. Your fingers scrape against his scalp and Yunhos eyes roll back, paired with a low whine in the back of his throat that distracts him for just a second before he continues to circle his tongue around you.

Yunho works you quickly, has you moaning and trembling in his grasp within minutes with the way he's carefully and purposefully using his mouth on you. You can already feel the tight coil in your stomach, and Yunho can tell that you're getting close too. His arms push at your thighs, urging you to wrap them around him, to trap him between your thighs and leave him with no choice but to keep licking and sucking at you until you're coming all over his tongue. It's always like this, he always wants you to hold him there, force his head into place with your legs over his shoulders as if he wouldn't happily stay there without the coaxing.

"Yunho, fuck, Yunho, I'm gonna come. Don't stop."

Your thighs shake against him, and your fingers are aimlessly grasping at his hair. His tongue quickens its pace, and his hands are kneading your thighs still, applying pressure everywhere he can to send you over the edge. When you cum, Yunho closes his eyes and lets you rut against his tongue, just holding it flat against you and letting you use his mouth to ride out the intense pleasure. He laps up your cum when your hips become still, ignoring the way you whine at the overwhelming sensitivity, just smiling when he sticks his tongue out to show you the sticky fluid gathered on it. He smiles even bigger when he swallows, a breathy laugh coming out of him. It's so fucking hot, the way he's always so eager and filthy with you, but you can't tell him that, can't tell him you want to shove your fingers in along with your cum and work his pretty mouth until he's so ruined he can't smile at you anymore.

Instead, you scoff and huff out a breath, "Gross, Yunho."

He crawls back up and kisses you, tongue swiping across yours and pushing into your mouth so he can make you taste yourself. Despite what you say, it's never gross, and you've come to expect his mouth against yours after he goes down on you. You let him, you always do.

"Mmm," you hum against his lips, a hint that you want to part from him to speak. He lets you, and you continue, "Can I suck you off as well?"

Surprisingly, Yunho doesn't even consider it. Though you feel him fully hard against you now, hot against your stomach, he just shakes his head.

"No, maybe later," he says. "Wanna take you out for breakfast."

Simply, he bounces off of your bed and gathers his clothes from the floor. Underwear, washed-out jeans and that bright sweater. You can't help but feel a little dejected when he stuffs his half-hard cock into his boxers, wanting nothing more than to feel him heavy in your mouth. You want to make him cum too, not just because he just made you cum, but because you love the taste of him on you - and more than that, you love the deceitful moments of feeling like he's yours. But Yunho gives you little time to wallow in pity when he throws your clothes at you.

"I want to go to that place by the studio. It's on me, since you already treated me for breakfast." Yunho tells you. Too halfhearted and used to Yunhos crude humor, you ignore his dirty joke in favor for a simple scoff.

So, that's that. Your legs are still trembling when you get up on your feet, pulling on underwear, pants and lastly a shirt. Yunho only waits enough to let you pee, though you hear him outside your bathroom door singing obnoxiously loud and bouncing on his feet, endlessly impatient when he's got a goal. It's just the kind of ease Yunho brings with him. He can be unabated in the way he teases and laughs at you, but beyond all Yunho comes with assured ease. No drama, no arguing, no commitment - just simple, kind and loving Yunho. That ease that allows you to feel okay with him drawing mindnumbing orgasms from you only to pull you across campus for a cup of coffee moments later.

Walking through campus brings complete regularity, as routine as anything else. Yunho walks beside you, long legs taking even longer strides that you have to fight to keep up with. His hands are tucked into his pockets and he's going on about something you still feel too hungover, too sleepy, and too heady to follow along with.

The little café Yunho is taking you is tucked away on the other side of campus, a cute little place in the divot of the huge building where Yunhos dance studio is located. It's not a familiar place to you, this side of campus with its gyms and studios for athletic academics, truthfully you only come here to bring Yunho food when he spends the entire afternoons holed up at practice. Yunho knows this place well though, one of his favorite places on campus altogether, and it's easy to see why when you know Yunho.

He has always been more into cafes than you are, despite his arguably childish palate of caramel macchiatos and chocolate-flavored drinks. It's just the kind of place Yunho likes, simplistic and minimalistic, that type of simple and stress-free environment that he prefers. Standing in line, you look around the interior, all the way to the back where you can see rows of computers and game consoles, even a few arcade games lit up in the back corners. You've heard from Mingi about how much time Yunho can spend back there, and even more so how competitive and wrapped up he can get.

Yunho is kind enough to order for you, simply letting you hide behind his stature with your hood pulled over your unwashed hair, fighting off a yawn. It's far too early to be out, and you wouldn't be if anyone else would have asked.

You sit down in the far back, even though it's not really crowded - on account of it being damn early and a Saturday, but it's nice. It's pleasantly quiet, faint beeping sounds coming from the arcade games and the silent clinks of metal spoons against porcelain mugs is comforting to your ears. Furthermore, you're plenty hungry and ready to have some breakfast, and Yunhos order of coffee and sandwiches is certainly inviting.

It's silent at first, when you both take big bites of your sandwiches. Your eyes still skim over the surroundings, enamored by the string lights adorning the walls behind Yunho. The games in the back seem inviting, though you're smart enough to not challenge Yunho. He's as competitive as could be, and you don't need him to tease you about being bad at an outdated digital game. He has Mingi to fill that role for him.

Speaking of.

"Hey, don't you usually have dance practice on Saturdays? I thought I heard Mingi say something about it." you recollect. Yunho furrows his brows, shaking his head as he chews.

"No, that was just last month, we couldn't get that choreo right. He would have texted me about it if I was supposed to be there today." Yunho tells you, speaking with food still in his mouth.

"You haven't even checked your phone today, so how would you know?"

"Well, then he would have called to make sure I got the texts," Yunho says. "Why? Do you want me to be at practice? You're eager to get rid of me, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I'm really sick and tired of you. Especially when you go down on me first thing in the morning and buy me avocado toast later. What a jerk." you bite back. It draws a laugh from Yunho, a soft and unabashed giggle.

Instead of spitting out a comeback, he fishes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks it. Stirring his macchiato as he scrolls through his phone, Yunho lets out a confirming hum before a smile breaks out on his face.

"What?" you inquire when he doesn't explain his amusement. "Did Mingi text you?"

"Mm, no." The way he responds is kind of distracted as he starts typing out a message. He taps his thumb a final time, presumedly sending away a text, and sets his phone down, smiling big. He continues, "It's this girl from the studio. We've been paired up for a duet, and she's been texting me."

"Oh," you swallow. "Do I know her?"

Yunho tells you her name, a stupidly pretty name that sounds absolutely typical for a dancer, and though you don't know her, you know of her. You've seen her around, she's pretty and kind and classically charming, the picture-perfect image of a dancer. Though, until now you hadn't known of Yunhos growing closeness to her. This is the first you've heard of their duet, and poisonous jealousy pools in your stomach at the revelation.

Jealousy, is a venomous, vapid and ridiculous emotion, but above all: familiar. It didn't use to be that way, and looking back you think it's palpable when it had started to fester. Yunho had been your best friend for as long as you could remember - living just down the street from you throughout your entire childhood had brought him naturally close to you.

The first festering had been Mingi. You still remember when Yunho first met him, the eager happiness in his voice when he had told you about the shy, smiling boy he'd met in dance class. It had been fine at first, Yunho always made friends wherever he went and it was natural to you - watching your best friend collect strays as easy as putting on socks in the morning. He was so naturally charming, always strikingly funny in ways that weren't condescending or at someones expense. Yunho had always just had this innate ability to make people feel at home. It felt like run of the mill then, when Yunho had befriended Mingi. Nothing you weren't used to, and truly not even bothersome at first because no matter how many friends Yunho had, you always came first.

Jealousy had crept up slowly, threateningly, determined to go unnoticed. Just this dull, stinging ache deep in your stomach when months passed and Yunho seemed to keep Mingi as close as he kept you. The ache was at its worst when Yunho would bring you along. Watching him laugh with Mingi in ways he never laughed with you, loud and boisterous, clanking his shoulder against Mingis, it hurt. Mingi seemed to be everything you weren't; easygoing, curious, funny, outgoing, and least of all a dancer, someone Yunho could share his interests with. And Mingi was pretty, drop-dead gorgeous, and tall like Yunho himself. Yunho had finally met someone of his own caliber, and you figured it wouldn't be long until he'd phase you out entirely, replace your presence with Mingis.

The ache had come to a head eventually, culminating during a single night, but not before it had exploded. Yunho had texted you while standing outside your house, late hours of a Thursday evening, and you had snuck him in quietly. The silence that surrounded him had been jarring, the way he'd pursed his lips and avoided your eyes when you'd let him into your room. He sat down on your bed tentatively, careful and hesitant as if he was unsure that he was even allowed. He just sat, minutes seeming to stretch into eternity before he'd whispered a quiet confession.

"Mingi kissed me." he had said. The hurt exploded, split your very atoms as it ran through you. Jealousy was no longer a calm, quiet ache - jealousy was now a roaring, violent disease that spread the lengths of your every vein. Your breath was no longer yours, stolen by invisible fingers clutching around your throat, you felt robbed of everything you'd ever known - robbed of things that hadn't been yours to begin with, robbed of him. You had to turn away from him to even answer.

"Oh." you'd whispered. "So.. are you two together?"

Even in the darkness of your room, even while turned away from him, you could make out the single tear that fell down his cheek. Then the sniffle that followed, and then Yunhos voice, crashing and breaking.

"No," he began. "No. I don't like him like that, I don't even think he likes me, it's just- it's-"

Full-bodied sobs had racked through his chest, shook him and trembled out to the tips of his fingers. He hadn't been able to speak more after that, and he hadn't needed to either. You held him in your arms, let him wrap himself around you like you were the only thing keeping him sane. He had cried for so long, until he'd fallen asleep against your chest with the last of his tears drying into the fabric of your shirt.

It wasn't right to feel the malignant envy after that, if not for your own sake then for Yunhos. It gripped you at an instant, the realization of your own selfish desire to have him all for your own when he belonged to no one but himself, when he was going through his own rut of heartbreak and confusion.

It hadn't amounted to anything anyways - him and Mingi - it had been a confused, fumbling kiss in the heat of the moment, and Mingi had apologized a week after when Yunho had finally mustered up the courage to speak with him again. It was confusing to you, how anyone could kiss Yunho and not fall head over heels, irrationally in love with him but you kept your ponderings to yourself. And things returned to normal, Yunho worked through it and eventually it was forgotten. It was around this time, during the quiet aftermath of your own internal eruption, that the realization came to you, as startling and thunderous as the jealousy itself - the insight that you were in love with Yunho.

The festering had built home inside of you after that. It seemed as familiar as anything else, the jealousy mixed with the unrequited love. Yunho didn't date much, practically flew through high school without attaining more than a prom date that had amounted to nothing, but you still felt it. Felt the spiteful disease spread throughout you whenever someone would look at Yunho, when those girls would let their eyes linger for a moment too long or when they'd giggle a tad too loud at his jokes. Each reminder that he wasn't yours was wounding, dug itself deeper and brew inside of you. Then, you'd entered college, and the entire world seemed to take notice of your best friend.

It was worse than the night he'd told you about Mingi, all the people he went out with in college. Objectively, truthfully, he didn't date around. You knew logically and soundly that Yunho dated a very reasonable amount of people, it's just that your heart had very different feelings about it. Three people, short-lived flings all of them, Yunho had dated. If feelings could burn yours had been violently on fire for a while now, and you were powerless to smother them.

Then, the night. Yunho had dragged you along to a party, insisting that you had to make attendance even though these parties were as common as class itself, he always made excuses to have you go. He'd made a pretty convincing case, told you that he needed to have some fun, that he had just broken up with that girl he dated for about two months (What was her name? You hadn't remembered - hadn't cared), he just wanted to have a fun night with his best friend. Alcohol and music had filled the entire room, clouded your judgment and Yunhos as well, suddenly you were both hazy and buzzed, leaning into each other and giggling at nothing. You had been drunk out of your mind, but you remember clear as day when Yunho had leaned in, grabbed hold of your jaw, and pressed his lips against yours roughly. No hesitation, he had kissed you until your lungs ached for air, and then grabbed your hand to pull you out of the party. The walk home had been sobering and it still felt like a good decision when you stumbled into your dorm, practically entirely earnest, it had only taken one look at each other before Yunho was closing the door and pulling your clothes off.

And as it goes, a heart on fire doesn't make sound decisions. It would have to take a supernova for you to part from Yunho, once he'd invited you in it was impossible to let go of what you had, even if it was just an arrangement of benefits, of meaningless sex. It was better than loving him from afar, practically anything was better at this point, when you'd spent years yearning for him.

You'd just been stupid to assume that sleeping with him would guarantee that you'd be his only one.

"Hm," you hum, back in reality. Yunho sitting across from you, sipping his stupid drink, taking the last bites of his toast. "Just that? Dancing and texting?"

"Yeah, well, so far." he replies, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a slight smile.

"You do know-" you pause, taking a second to think your words over, then decide that you do want to say them. "You do know she just broke up with her boyfriend, right? She's on the rebound."

"Yeah, she told me all about it. But she's not looking for anything serious. She's like us, that whole no-commitment thing, you know."

The words leave a sour taste in your mouth, sit uncomfortably inside your skull as he says them, and you want nothing more than to spit them out or throw up at the very mention of Yunho possibly sharing a no strings attached thing with someone else. A frown splits your face, and suddenly the avocado toast doesn't sit well in your stomach.

"I see," you respond. Nothing sits well for a few moments, like dark storming clouds swirling above your head, invisible but all too real as they rain above you, souring your mood.

The door to the cafe swings open, paired with the jingle of a bell, and you don't have to look on over to know that Wooyoung is amongst the new visitors, all it takes is his familiar laughter filling your ears. The abrupt shift in the vehemently bitter atmosphere is good, welcoming, and you feel relief wind its way into your head when Yunho waves over to Wooyoung to join you where you're sitting.

It's not just Wooyoung, he's in the company of San and Yeosang who takes their place next to Yunho, while Wooyoung plops himself down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. He smashes his cheek against yours and ruffles your hair under the hood, while Yeosang sends you apologetic glares. It's not an issue, truly, the childish way Wooyoung shows his affection, but it does make you wonder sometimes. Makes you wonder about the nature of your entire friendship with Yunho and his friend group, where exactly do you fit in? Wooyoung ruffles your hair, San pulls you into side-hugs, Mingi bumps his fist against yours when you make a good joke, by definition you fit into the group in the same way Yunho does, the same way they do with each other. You're one of the guys, to them and probably to Yunho too, and perhaps that's where the problem lies. Yunho must be incapable of seeing you as someone desirable, someone to fawn over and find enchanting. You sit here across from him, a stretch of an hour from him making you cum on his tongue, and he looks upon you the same way he does Wooyoung.

Hope is a fools devotion, after all.

[mingirn]

after dark

jeong yunho x reader

synopsis: yunho helps you sleep after insomnia has bothered you for days

genres: smut, a little fluff

warnings: insomnia, nightmare, cockwarming, sweet vanilla missionary sex

word count: 3k

For better or for worse, there are plenty of things you accept about a lover when you enter a partnership, and within yours, you think Yunho has had to deal with the brunt of them. He knew before you moved in together, more than well aware, of all the issues that came prepackaged and wouldn't so easily disappear. And for better or for worse, he'd vowed to love each part of them.

Sometimes it's easy, like now, when the night has started to wind down and Yunho is laid on the couch, sandwiched by your sleeping form on top of him. The TV is still playing, though Yunho has stopped watching long ago. Now, his eyes are closed and he's rubbing your back in slow, gentle circles. You've been asleep on top of him for just a little longer than two episodes of this show, which Yunho would count to be about an hour.

Sometimes it's hard, like the past four days when insomnia had kept you from sleeping more than 20 minutes, and a booming headache had set in after being deprived of sleep for so long.

Yunho counts it a victory that you've managed to fall asleep now, and despite the fact that your elbow is digging into his side and your chin is poking into his chest, Yunho doesn't dare move. It's the first sleep you've gotten in days, and you've woken him up every night the past three days to retrieve painkillers or sleeping pills from the bathroom, all of whom hadn't worked. Any discomfort Yunho might feel right now is well worth the sleep you'll get.

Your chest rises under his hand with each breath, now slow and even, and the weight of your warm body feels comforting.

Yunho is one of those people who manages to fall asleep anywhere and at any time, if he just closes his eyes and disconnects his brain from the surroundings. Your insomnia keeps you awake even during the night, when Yunho is fast asleep, most of the time it's at least mild enough that you fall asleep sometime during the early hours of the morning and deal with the three or four hours of sleep you do manage to get. But then there are times where sleep evades you entirely, and you spend days grappling for even a wink of it.

Yunho had expected you to be asleep by the point he'd come home today, he just reasoned that you had to have fallen asleep, after four whole days of nothing. But he had found you on the couch yet again, tired to the point where you could pass out yet not sleeping. The circles around your eyes had darkened significantly, and Yunho swears he could see the headache take shape physically, visibly.

Yunho would much rather get to sleep in the comfort of your warm, soft bed than here on the couch where he knows he's going to get a crick in his neck when he wakes up. But it's worth it, if it means you'll wake up at least a tiny bit rested, hopefully rid of that awful headache.

It's peacefully quiet, just the low noise of the TV in the background and the sounds of both your breaths in time with each other. Yunhos hand has stopped moving, just resting across your back now as he feels sleepiness draw on for himself too. He thinks he's just moments away from falling asleep when he feels your back tense up underneath his hand, and a little whine from your lips makes Yunhos eyes fall open again.

He would assume it's only a dream if it wasn't for your whole body going stiff above him, and the small whimpers that fall from your mouth become constant and start to sound like cries, clearly distressed and beyond just a peaceful dream. Yunho knows the telltale signs of you having a nightmare, as it accompanies you as frequently as insomnia and headaches themselves, and Yunho knows that he has to wake you up. He knows how you feel in the mornings after an upsetting nightmare, that they usually onset full-blown migraines and you'll complain of getting a bad rest either way.

So Yunho sucks up the guilt he feels for disturbing you and rubs his hand quickly over your back, attempting to gently shake you awake.

"Hey," he whispers, trying his best to ease you into an awake state. "Baby, wake up. Come on, baby, wake up."

It all only makes you stir more, and you're huffing out breaths of air that are starting to become frantic, but finally your eyes snap open and Yunho knows you're awake. You jolt in his arms, sitting upright and trying to escape from Yunhos hands on you as your eyes search through the room for where the threat is, trying in a panic to assess your surroundings.

"Baby, hey, look at me," Yunho coos, bringing his hands to your face as gently as he can. "It's okay, it's just me. I'm here."

It seems to take a moment before it settles in your mind that it was just a dream and that you're safe from it now. Your breathing is still rapid, but becoming more steady the longer Yunhos voice soothes you and his hands provide pressure on your face. When you've finally come to, fully, you slump down on Yunho again and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

"'M sorry," he murmurs, stroking his hand over the back of your head instead. "I didn't want to wake you, but you were starting to panic."

"It's okay," you whisper, throat raw from all the whimpering.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks, to be sure, though he finds that most often you don't. The nightmares are often reoccurring, and you have told him about them countless times, especially back when you had first started dating and Yunho had been startled awake in the middle of the night by your crying. He knows what they're about, usually, and they're not pleasant for you to go through again once you're awake.

"No, I'd rather just stay like this with you," you mumble. It's a lot more comfortable like this, with your weight distributed evenly and your mouth huffing little breaths against his neck that tickles nicely. No body part sticking into his sides either. Yunho would still rather be in bed, and he'd offer to carry you there, but it all seems sort of unnecessary when it feels so nice to be resting with you like this.

You don't fall back asleep after, that much is clear, and Yunho can practically feel the way your mind is whirling, how the tension in your back still hasn't washed away. The little sleep you got definitely wasn't enough, and the nightmare must have disturbed you a great deal to have you this worked up and uneasy. Yunhos hand still pets over the back of your head and the other one is rubbing up and down your back, hoping that he can ease some of the stiffness and possibly lull you back to sleep entirely.

Yunhos eyes have closed yet again, granting you silence in hopes that it would feel soothing enough to make you fall back asleep. But Yunho hears you hum a little in the back of your throat, and then he hears the sound of your lips parting.

"Yunho?" you ask at first, trying to work out if maybe he's closer to sleep than you are.

"What is it, angel?"

"Well," you start, clearing your throat in an attempt to not sound so shy. "Could you... maybe put it inside? Like how we do it when you're playing games."

It's a simple enough request, but Yunho feels warmth spread through his body instantly, flushing his face and pooling deep in his belly. He swallows, "You want to warm me? Right now, baby?"

"Mhm," you mumble, and snuggle closer into Yunhos neck. Inhaling the scent of him, where he's not covered in perfume and you can smell him, the smell of home. "It's just nice, makes me feel relaxed... And I want to feel close to you."

"I'd have to prep you though, sweetheart," he says.

"I know," you muffle against his neck. "There's lube in the table, you could do it right here. Please?"

Every protest or hesitation dies before they've had the time to actualize in his brain after that, if you say 'please' Yunho is sure to obey your requests, and he's moving off the couch to reach for the lube right away. You're only wearing underwear and one of his shirts, it takes fast enough to peel your underwear down your legs and settle back into Yunhos lap once he's laid back down.

He uncaps the bottle and squeezes out a nice amount onto his fingers, letting it warm on his fingers but it still feels startlingly cold and intrusive when it makes contact with you hot skin. Just moments ago you'd been fast asleep, getting some much needed relaxation, and now there was sticky lube spreading over you, and pushing inside. It's a slightly unbecoming sensation at first, but then Yunhos fingers are opening you up slowly, and it's starting to feel good.

The first two fingers slide in easily, and Yunho makes sure to take his time pulling in and out, making no attempts to prod against your g-spot when that isn't the agenda. It still feels good though, the filling sensation of his long fingers inside, even if they're not fucking you fast and working towards an orgasm.

"Is that good? Feels nice?" he asks, pushing a third inside when he feels the way you've relaxed. He's not entirely expecting a verbal response, your eyes are closed and he can tell by your breathing that you're starting to feel floaty already, but Yunho is proud when you hum a small 'mhm'.

It's a little torturous for Yunho to get to finger you without the aim of making you come. Yunho loves using his hands on you, even more so when he gets to finger you and he gets to make you come apart with just his hands at the same time as he can kiss you, or watch your face up close. He dislikes fingering as a means for something else, he'd much rather focus on making you feel good, so selfishness pricks in his chest when he's pulling his fingers in and out, knowing that he's going to be rewarded with the feeling of being inside of you without actually making you come.

As a consolation, Yunho spends ample time stretching you on his fingers, even beyond the point where he knows you're ready. He only stops when you start whining above him, pawing at his chest wordlessly.

"How do you want me, baby?" he asks. It takes a moment for you to register the question and think of an answer, still in that heady feeling.

"Want you to big spoon me."

Yunho pulls out his fingers and turns to his side, and with an arm around your waist, he helps you get into place. Pressed up against your back, Yunho shoves his pajama pants halfway down his thighs, enough for him to get his dick out. There's still a tacky residue of lube on his fingers that Yunho uses to stroke himself until he's fully hard, then Yunho lines himself up and starts pushing inside.

"Mm, there you go. How's that?" he coos into your ear, wrapping his arm around your middle once he's bottomed out, fully inside.

"So good, thank you, Yunho," you hum silently.

There are a few moments after the initial push inside where Yunho always feels you squeeze around him, and it takes a lot to keep from rocking his hips, to ignore the need to chase something more. It feels good like this too, but it's always hard for him to contain himself when you're so warm and tight around him.

Yunho listens as your breathing starts to even out, finding a regular pattern as you sink into the relaxation. It just feels nice to be this close, to have Yunho inside you so thick and filling, and to feel his arm around your waist and the warmth of his breath against the back of your neck. It's enough to thread you into the same drowsiness as before, and you even doze off for a little, just enough to feel far away but not quite enough to fall back asleep.

Yunho relaxes into it too, he can feel your back rise and fall with each breath, and the scent of your shampoo fills his nose in a comforting way. He's not close to falling asleep, he doesn't think he can until he's sure you're tapped out too, but there's a warm feeling that settles within his very bones.

"Baby?" comes your voice then, bringing Yunho back to reality. He opens his eyes, leaning forward slightly to press a kiss underneath your ear and humming. You continue, shyly, "Could you.. fuck me? Fuck me to sleep?"

"Mhm, is that what you want, baby?" he teases. He slips his dick out for just a moment, ignoring the whine it draws from you, so that he can turn you on your back and position himself above you instead. He lines himself up again, and pushes inside of you. "You want me to fuck you to sleep, angel? I can do that, I can take care of you."

He doesn't wait to hear your response to pull his hips back and thrust inside once more. If you want him to fuck you, Yunho is more than happy to oblige.

His arms settle on either side of you, hovering above you close enough that he can lean down and sweep you up in a heated kiss. It turns stupid fast, you're finding it hard to kiss back when Yunho is sending pointed thrusts and rubbing against your g-spot each time. It feels good already, whether from the sleep-deprived deliria or the fact that Yunho manages to make you unravel fast, your bones feel like liquid and the only thing holding you together is his arms caging around you.

Yunhos hand wraps around your thigh, hiking it up so he can gain more leverage, so he can thrust inside and make sure each push hits you exactly where you need. The string of broken moans leaving your mouth seems like confirmation enough that Yunho's hit correctly so he settles for a steady rhythm.

Yunho groans when your hands reach up and tangle into his hair, pulling a little on the ends until you find purchase. Yunho wishes you'd pull more, make it sting a little at his scalp to remind him he's fucking you good, though he supposes the kiss you pull him into is confirmation enough.

He hasn't even been fucking you that long but you're panting into his mouth, arching your back against him and trying to meet each thrust with your own rolling hips. It's a lot already, Yunho knows you're sensitive and that it's not gonna be long until he has you writhing and tipping over the edge.

"Yunho, Yunho, Yunho, please-" you cry, pulling him down until his forehead is resting against yours. The sound of your voice so broken and desperate makes Yunho pick up the pace and fuck you faster, and there's a moment where his hips stutter when he realizes how close he is too. Yunho just hopes you're closer, that he won't come before you do because that would be embarrassing and an awful feat when he's supposed to be fucking you to sleep.

He leans even closer, pushing his middle to yours, knowing that not only is his cock getting you off but this way you can rub against him where your bodies meet, and it's the sure-fire way to make you come without the use of his hands.

"Close, baby?" he asks when your mouth falls open, overwhelmed and unable to speak. "You can come, I've got you, come for me."

It's his voice that finally sends you over the edge, the delightful praise and promise of I've got you, knowing perfectly well that Yunho is there to take care of you, that makes the pressure snap in your belly. It's overwhelming, the sudden rush of warmth that spreads throughout your body, that tingles in the very tips of your fingers and the shell of your ears. It feels like the warmth rolls in waves for long afterward, longer than any orgasm you've ever had, and then it quickly turns into oversensitivity when Yunho is continuing to fuck you in chase of his own high.

"Yunho, please, please-"

"Fuck, I'm gonna come too, just a little more. Doing s-so good for me, baby, just a little more," he groans, dropping his head to your shoulder instead. He angles the thrust so that they're not rubbing against that spot anymore, but each part inside of you feels hot like fire and the pleasure mixes with prickling pain, all of it just so overwhelmingly good. It feels so fucking good even when it stings a little, when there's a hint of oversensitive pain behind all the pleasure, and you know that you'll be so worn out after this you will be able to sleep.

Yunho finally comes, you can tell only from the warmth of his come spilling inside, and then the way he moans your name into the skin of your shoulder. The feeling of his weight on you, or his cock still inside of you, it's all so far away now and you can hear his voice, distant but sweet, cooing praise quietly into your ear.

All you feel is good, and it's starting to swim over into drowsiness. You barely feel it when he slips out, and once Yunho picks you up to carry you to the bedroom, you finally fall asleep.

[mingirn]

feel like losing control

jeong yunho x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff, childhood best friends x lovers

warnings: alcohol, partying, brief verbal fight, miscommunication, dirty talk, suggestive situations, slight body worship, fingering, sex, cumming inside, good old missionary vanilla sex, reader is kinda melodramatic as always <3, no protection, gender neutral reader

word count: 11,3k

link to part 1

"I've never seen you try this hard, you know." you break the silence in the room, dropping your pen down onto the cluttered notebook resting on Yunhos bed.

From where you lay on his bed, atop his unmade sheets, and surrounded by your heap of books, you can only see the profile of his back. Yunhos head rests in his hand, hunched over the desk to fit uncomfortably, even though you've bugged him a thousand times to raise the legs of his desk to protect his back ("No need," he'd said, "It builds character."). He'll flop down on the bed later and ask you to massage him, predictably, and you'll spew yet another reminder to get off his ass and get the toolbox out, but it's a weak argument when you'll yet again happily take place on the back of his thighs and relieve him of the pain. It's just a fact of life, just like anything else.

"Well, I've got to make at least a C to convince the professor to let me keep my hours in the studio," Yunho sighs, somewhat gritted. His annoyance is undecipherable, whether it's directed at his professor or you disturbing him. "I really need all the time in the studio I can get too, the showcase is coming up and we've got a lot of shit to run through with the duet."

Ah, yeah. The duet. Frankly, you're tired of hearing of this damn duet, no matter how invested you are in Yunhos dancing there's just something grinding about the knowledge that he's spending so much time with this dancer girl. Thankfully, Yunho can't see the frown that falls on your face.

"You still have to take breaks though, Yunho." You try to sound good-natured, but you're still peeved. Yunho hasn't paid you any attention at all since you'd come over, and here he goes mentioning the duet, and there's also the fact that you just want to kiss him, badly.

"I need to finish two chapters by today, at least. I can't afford any breaks." he mumbles, though you can tell that he's stopped taking notes and you bet he's got his eyes closed too. A sigh follows his words, and his shoulders roll back as he sits up straighter.

"You've got plenty of time to finish them, it's only Tuesday. You've got until Friday. Just take a break. You'll study better if you take a little break."

Pushing yourself off of the bed, you walk over to Yunhos desk. He seems to already be resigned, clearly agreeing with you but stubborn enough to still put up a protest, so you rake your fingers along his scalp to sway him. It's the sure-fire way to wrap him around your finger, it's like spellwork when you comb through his hair with your fingers or stroke your hand over his head, and Yunho's leaning into your hand only seconds later. He swivels around in his chair, pushes his hips forward to allow himself space to lean back and then he pulls you down, settling your ass over his thighs.

"Can't you do my homework for me?" he complains. His eyes flutter shut when both of your hands come up to his hair, threading through his bangs to brush them from his face.

"No. You're smart, Yun, you can do it. You just need to focus."

"I couldn't give less of a fuck about literature though, doesn't matter how smart I am. Just do it for me." He's putting on fake theatrics, sighing and shaking his head in disbelief to get you to laugh, but you know it's true. Yunho wasn't much interested in literature unless it was accompanied by colorful pictures and tales of how Peter Parker saves yet another situation.

"And what's in it for me, then? If I do your homework." you instigate. Your thumbs are rubbing soothing circles into Yunhos temples now, and his hands have come up to hold your thighs.

"I'll give you head. Or I can fuck you, make you cum with my mouth and then my cock." Yunho smiles, dipping his thumb into the waistband of your sweats. The words whirl inside of you, rushing straight through your gut and you have to fight to keep your thighs from clenching around him.

"Letting you fuck me is just as much of a reward for you as it is for me though, so it doesn't count." you huff. "Besides, I can have your cock whenever I want anyway."

A whining sound rumbles through his throat, dissenting and unhappy, he knows you've won and instead of arguing any comeback, Yunho leans forward and sweeps you up in a kiss. His lips are rough, bitten from the way he'd been chewing on his pen while reading, but he tastes good. He always just tastes good, like sweet pastries and faint caramel coffee.

Finally, you get what you've been aching for all evening, and Yunho makes the wait worth it. His hands spread over your thighs first, then travel up to your waist until he's made the distance to your face and his fingers curl around the back of your neck to pull you even closer. His tongue pushes at your bottom lip, urging you to open for him so he can lick along the roof of your mouth, letting you suck at the tip of his tongue a little. He's so fucking good, he's got you already, and you can feel his lips quirk into a cocky smile.

"You sure you don't want my cock?" he mumbles, muffled by your kiss. "Or did you interrupt me just to get some kisses?"

"The kisses, mostly. I thought you didn't have time for more, since you were so adamant about that homework." you reply. He's cocky, but you're not going to give up your fight so soon.

"If you do it for me it won't matter. I could fuck you all night then, how's that?" he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear. He quirks his head just a little, that knowing expression on his face, like he thinks he's going to win this.

"Still a reward for you," you laugh. "I've gotta get something out of this if I read your boring book for you."

"Hmm," he ponders for a moment. His hand, curled around your waist, is squeezing absentmindedly. "I'll take you to that party on Saturday. I'll buy you your drinks."

"Wooyoung already invited me and promised me drinks, even promised me something to smoke if I wanted to, so he's got you beat there. Sorry, Yunho, you'll have to do your homework."

"Wooyoung asked you?" he questions, and his face changes now. His eyes bore through you, and the confident smile fades through his words.

"Yeah. Your friend, Wooyoung. What of it?"

"I wasn't aware you were on 'asking each other to parties' terms, is all." he says.

"Well, he asked."

The atmosphere feels weird, undetectable. Suddenly Yunho is no longer looking at you, his hands are no longer caressing and squeezing. The shift is so sudden that you feel like the air has been punched out of you, and you feel uncomfortably heavy and disturbing on Yunhos lap, and now he's not even looking at you.

"Hm." Yunho hums, his hands dropping to just rest on your thighs instead. "Y'know, Chae asked me to go with her anyway, so if you can't... I guess I'll take her up on her offer."

"Chae?" you ask. She had asked him, of course, it was only a matter of time. You'd been expecting it, just anticipating the day Yunho would tell you she had made a move on him. Every time he got out of practice with her you could feel the familiar drop as you just waited for him to tell you that she had pulled him aside after they finished rehearsal and asked him out. You just hadn't expected it to be so soon, had held on hope that she'd at least spare your heart a few more weeks of this delusion that Yunho was yours only.

"Yeah."

"I wasn't aware you two were on those terms." you quip.

"Well," he mimics you from earlier. "We are, I guess."

The silence feels cloudy, hanging heavy above you. You've never been so close to him but felt so far, felt this foreign uncertainty. You want to cling to him, ask him why things suddenly feel so wrong, you want him to smother these worries with his lips and assure you with his touch, but you can't.

"I've got to get back to homework, so.." Yunho mumbles, distractedly. Flippant, as if he couldn't care less.

"Yeah, me too."

You push yourself up from his lap and walk back to the bed, hearing the swivel of his chair behind your back as he returns to his book. Both your backs are turned to each other, and like this Yunho can't see the shine of tears brimming your eyes.

The disquiet that follows is inescapable. Each word rings in your head, echoes louder and harsher in your memory than they did in the moment as you try to discern where exactly you had gone so wrong. There is no tangible change, not really, not on the surface at least because Yunho pretends as if nothing has happened, as if the evening in his dorm had just been a slight hiccup or nothing at all. There is no distance, no ignorance or petty spewing, just regular Yunho. Except for the fact that he hasn't fucked you, hasn't even kissed you since Tuesday and it's Saturday morning now. The quiet refusal to talk about this clear drift feels awful, but you'd much prefer to have Yunho fight with you, to argue about this stupid little debacle, because at least that would mean it was worth something. Yunhos clear denial feels like confirmation that what you have isn't worth fighting for, because you only fight for things that are worth keeping.

Though, along with all of it, Yunho is just busy. It's the one thing you can't hold against him, because every time you see him he's got his nose in that book, scribbling messy notes into his notebook. When he's not studying he's at the studio with Chae, practicing for the upcoming showcase, and though you're still unhappy at just the thought of him with her, you can't feel too bitter when it's clear how much stress Yunho is under. It's selfish to be so spiteful, to silently wish for his lips and hands on you when he's got much bigger things in his line of sight. It just feels so stark, the fact that he doesn't call you over to help him relax with the unwind of your mouth trailing down his throat when it's pretty much become custom over the past few weeks. Beyond your own selfish urges, you just miss him. Miss the sound of his voice, even when he's sighing about homework, you miss the stuffy smell of his room, you miss his arms around you, even though it's only been a few days you miss him as if it's been eons.

At least, today you've got distraction. Wooyoung has texted you even before you woke up, a simple 'Excited for today?' followed by a winking smiley, and a picture of him in bed making a cheering fist with his hand. He's sweet, and you really do appreciate him, but before you're typing a response back to Wooyoung you find yourself checking the chat with Yunho. Empty, predictably.

The day feels like it simply drones on forward as you walk through the motions of just waiting for the evening to come. There's a part that wants you to stay home, to skip the party entirely and sulk in your bed for the entire night. But you can't do that, truthfully you like Wooyoung despite the fact that you're not that close to him, you always have fun when he's around and it would be shitty to bail on him just because you want to avoid seeing Yunho, sparing yourself of the sight of him with her.

Standing under the stream of your shower relaxes you enough, washes away the knots in your back and the tension in your shoulders. With enough relaxation, if you just close your eyes and let your mind drift, you can feel the phantom touch of Yunhos hands on your back. Here, in your shower, he has slid his hands over your skin enough in the past weeks to have imprinted his touch on you unreservedly. Under the splashing water, with your eyes screwed together, you can imagine the presence of his body behind you; hovering, holding, pressing into you. It's with delusions like these you know that Yunho is as much part of you as your own beating heart, that you can feel the imagination of his own heartbeat drum against yours, that they beat the same.

The air is cold when Wooyoung picks you up and walks you to the party. It's a contradictorily chill evening, and the thought crosses your mind that it can't be anything other than foreboding, that the very night itself is warning you, telling you to go home. If Wooyoung notices the tremble in your hands, he doesn't say anything. Nor does he shove his hand into your pocket, interlacing his fingers with yours, like Yunho always does when he notices you freezing. Yunho would have probably wrapped an arm around your shoulders by now, rubbed up and down your arm to create some warmth, but Wooyoung is walking beside you and he's keeping his hands to himself.

You should probably stop comparing them in your mind. You should stop measuring every single person up to Yunho, though by now it's become a built-in function, like a measure of capacity you exercise over every person you meet. Though you don't know that Wooyoung asked you out tonight with the intention of it being a date, it feels all the same, with Yunhos bitter reaction. So you just can't help it, the little checklist your brain goes through subconsciously as you think about Yunho, and then Wooyoung.

"Do you want some already?" Wooyoung asks, halfway through the little walk. He's got a bottle in his hand, the label is peeled off and the liquid inside is clear, swishing around in the bottle as Wooyoung waves it in front of you. He's got this mischievous smile on his face, and then he speaks again, "To warm you up, you know."

He unscrews the bottle when you nod, letting it over to you to take a swipe. The smell hits your nose before the neck of the bottle has touched your lips, stinging of clear tequila, and it burns inside your throat when you take a big sip. The warmth is instant, buzzing heat spreading through your stomach, and when you're handing the bottle back to Wooyoung you're no longer shaking at all. He chuckles, raising his eyebrows in impression, and then he's raising the bottle to his own mouth for a sip. His eyes squint as he swallows it down, a faint hiss leaving his mouth and then he's shouting out a 'woo!', and you're both giggling loudly as you resume walking.

You're already starting to feel it when Wooyoung opens the door for you, when the warmth of dozens of bodies envelops you - the party is already crowded and it helps to feel the light fuzz behind your eyes when Wooyoung guides you through dancing people to find place on a couch.

"Shit," Wooyoung sighs in relief when he falls back on the couch. He pulls you down with him, clanking your leg against his on the way down. "So many people."

"Did you expect any different?" you ask, bumping a playful nudge against his shoulder.

"No, 'course not. I still hate it just as much each time, though."

It's sort of unexpected, coming from Wooyoung. Normally loud and boisterous, Wooyoung had always struck you as someone who'd thrive in a crowd of people. He seemed like the type to take space, or make it for himself when he didn't have it.

"So, why did you ask me here then?" Your voice is teasing as you say it, lighthearted in the aim of not offending Wooyoung.

He looks over at you, a slight smile on his lips. In his lap, the bottle is resting, wedged between his thighs and his thumb is playing with the neck of the bottle.

"You're fun," he says, simply. "I like you, I like hanging around you. I thought it might be just as fun to hang with you when you're not around Yunho."

Under flashes of strobe lights dancing across his eyes, it's hard to tell exactly what Wooyoung is after, as if the look he's cast upon you would reveal unspoken words. You search his face for it, looking for any clue of is this a date, is this more than just friends hanging out? Wooyoung is earnest, there are flickers of compassion in his eyes as he looks at you, reflecting back on yours.

Instead of an answer, you reach for the bottle in Wooyoungs lap, unscrewing the cap and swallowing down a big gulp. This one, your body is much less prepared for and along with the alcohol, your stomach feels plummeted, aching from more than just the burn of liquor. You cough after you've swallowed, and Wooyoung cackles out a loud laugh.

"Why don't we go find something to mix this with?" he laughs.

Wooyoung leads you now too, and despite his distaste for parties he loudly exclaims 'passing through!' and pushes through dancing bodies, without a single care in the world. His fingers stay wrapped around your wrist, growing warmer the longer they squeeze around your skin, and once he lets go to rummage through the fridge you find yourself kind of, almost, missing them.

He ends up finding juice, and in red plastic cups he downs a fourth each of the alcohol, tipping it off with the juice and handing a cup to you for a taste. It's the worst mix you've ever tasted, sickly sweet and sticky juice with the compounded taste of the tequila coats the inside of your mouth, no better than just straight alcohol itself. Wooyoung giggles when you've both taken a sip, scrunched your noses at the taste and gagged in surprise.

"It'll get better the longer we drink," Wooyoung reassures you with a loud laugh. His arm wraps around your shoulder, and he leans in towards your ear. "Wanna dance?"

The protest dies off before it even reaches your tongue, the quiet 'I can't dance' just fading, instead you nod at Wooyoung and let him lead you back under the flashing neon.

Wooyoung is fun, like, fucking fun. The uncertain worry from before dissipates once Wooyoung starts to sway his body, red cup swishing juicy alcohol around and neon strobes falling over him, beautiful and enchanting. It's easier to fade into the crowd now that warm tequila swirls in your belly and your head is starting to fuzz up, tingling all the way to your fingertips. Easier, too, to melt in Wooyoungs company and let go of the lingering thoughts of Yunho. The thoughts of, is he here, is he with her, is he watching?

Time passes, you've drained your cup of its contents, and your legs are really starting to ache from dancing with Wooyoung. On top of it all, your head is really starting to swim from the tequila, and you need a break.

"Woo," you speak, leaning in so you can speak into his ear. "I've gotta go to the bathroom. Need a break."

His hand finds your waist, holding you in place as stumble against him. "Will you be okay? You're not too drunk, are you? I can come with you."

"No, just- been dancing a little too long. I'm okay."

"Okay then," he's smiling. "When you come back, you'll find me on the couch. I'll get some water and mix you another drink, yeah?"

It's a lot more tentative when you're pushing yourself through people by yourself, not shielded by an officious Wooyoung.

In the bathroom, you watch yourself in the mirror for a while. There's a moment where your reflection doesn't look like you, where somber eyes look back and the solemn expression on your face doesn't really feel like you. Under the dim, steady lights of the bathroom, you feel yourself sobering up. The music booming through the walls, dull and distant, synchs itself with the beating of your heart and within seconds there are tears welling up in your eyes. You can't explain the sadness that pumps through your heart with so much force you have to take a step back for a moment, it just comes, inexplicably.

It's a crashing reminder, the fact that Yunho is out there. Perhaps it wouldn't feel so bad to be away from him if there wasn't this strange, unexpressed distance - some uncertain and cloudy feeling that neither of you talks about. Then again, it wouldn't feel good at all to know that he's here with her.

You look back at your face, eyes puffy from crying, and wipe away frustrated tears with the back of your hand. It just fucking sucks, the fact that you're here when all you want is to be with Yunho. You just want to be held by him, to lay in his bed and bury your face into the warmth of his chest and breathe in the comfort of his scent. Then, you remember that even if you were in Yunhos bed right now, even if he was kissing you or holding you in his arms, you'd never be held the way that you want. You never could be, and maybe after this night, he'll never hold you again. Maybe, tonight, Yunho will go to bed with her in his arms.

It all just fucking sucks, hurts worse than anything ever before, and you desperately need more alcohol in your system to dull this feeling.

Quickly composing yourself, wiping at the tears and blinking away until you're no longer crying, you open the bathroom door and step out.

You spot him instantly, of course you do - it's carefully coordinated, this innate knowing you have of Yunho, a predispositioned ability to sense him wherever he is. He's next to her, expectedly, red cup in his hand. He looks so beautiful it almost hurts, like pinpricks in your heart when you see the way his shirt falls over his chest and the way his hair is uncharacteristically pushed back. Your Yunho, next to someone else, when he should be with you.

Yunhos eyes are tracking the room, removed from the conversation that Chae is clearly carrying as she speaks up at him, but Yunho only nods and raises the cup to his lips, watching over the room.

The moment his eyes brush past you feels electric, and once you're in his line of sight his eyes focus on you across the room. The music suddenly dulls, it beats clear throughout your body but it feels far away. There's a whole crowd of people, and in the back of your mind there's a reminder that Wooyoung is on the couch waiting for you to come back, but none of it matters much when Yunho is looking at you over everyone else. And then, before you've even taken a breath, Yunho is dismissing his conversation and pushing through the mass of people, walking towards you.

Your heart feels like it's beating out of your very ribcage once Yunho gets closer, only a few feet away, closing the distance between you until he's close enough to touch you.

"Hey," he smiles. His hands are shoved into his pockets and he leans back against the wall, next to you, just watching the crowd with you. With him by your side, this crazy, loud party feels like a calm and tender ocean. It's just him, swallowing you up. "You having fun?"

"I am," you say, and it's not a complete lie. "How about you?"

"Yeah, it's.. I'm good," Yunho sighs. His head leans towards you, and you can feel his eyes on you, looking, though you don't dare look back. Yunho continues, "I got a B on that essay, by the way."

"Really? I'm happy for you Yunho. You must feel relieved."

"Yeah, I am. It feels nice, I guess I just- missed you." Yunho lets out a big breath and shuffles closer to you. You can feel the warmth of his body radiating, the very size and weight of him looming. He's so close, closer than he's been in days and you just miss him, want him even closer. There's a nudge of his fingers against yours, and then he's interlacing his fingers with yours entirely.

"Can you.. can you come with me for a little?" he asks, pressing down on your palm with his hand.

"Yunho.." you mumble, looking back at him. There's another squeeze around your hand, and he's looking at you as if he wants to devour you.

You should probably put up a fight, probably tell Yunho that you've got Wooyoung waiting for you and you can't just be at his whim, but then, with the grasp on your hand Yunho is tugging you along, leading you into the bathroom.

"Yunho, I need to get back to Wooyoung, I can't be long.."

"It'll be quick, I just- I need you."

And after that, every protest dies before it even makes its way into your mouth. The bathroom door closes behind you, and then Yunho is pressing you up against it. His hands wrap around the back of your neck, thumbs pressing up on your jaw to tilt your head, then his lips come crashing onto yours.

It takes you by surprise, draws a little gasp from your lips that he swallows up, meeting it with a comforting hum. You can feel his smile against your lips, can tell that he's smug just from his mouth against yours. His hands on your body feel like fire ignited all over, hot and heavy as if he's breathing life into you with nothing but his touch and his kiss. You've waited so long to have his lips back on yours, and it's worth every second of wait, the rough kisses he's planting on your mouth.

"Fuck, you taste good," he sighs against your lips. He's so frenzied, passionate and desperate as he kisses you, licking into your open mouth and pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth. It's dizzying, all too sudden and too hot when his mouth starts traveling down your neck to nip at your skin. His kisses are messy, he's pressing sloppy open-mouthed kisses onto your neck and breathing huffs of air out that cool his own spit. It shouldn't feel so good, this less than perfect kissing, but somehow it does, feels like heaven when Yunhos tongue drags up your neck.

His hands move further down, caressing down your chest, groping and squeezing everywhere he can until his hands find the hem of your pants. He fumbles with your button, fingers gracing over your fly.

"Can I?" he asks, lifting his head from your neck to look into your eyes. He's so pretty, ethereal in a way even as his eyes swim from arousal and alcohol. It takes nothing more than his fingers dipping under the hem of your pants for you to nod. With a distant, hazy smile on his lips he leans back in and presses his lips against yours, shaky fingers pushing into your underwear.

"Fuck, I've been thinking about you all week. I was just- it was so much, with the exam. I was too stressed, but I've been thinking about you all week," Yunho rushes out between kisses.

"Me too, but-," you swallow. "We've got to be quick, Yunho. Wooyoung is waiting for me."

"Could you.. not talk about him while I'm trying to fuck you?" he mumbles, his breath hitting your mouth as he parts from you.

"What?"

"I don't want to hear about him when my hand is down your pants." Yunho quips.

"It's not even like that, Yunho, I just don't wanna be a dick to him. Besides, I thought we agreed to be open about stuff."

It's stupid to say, regret fills you the second the words stumble out of your mouth. You did agree to open about stuff, but Wooyoung doesn't quantify as "stuff", he's just a friend. It's just hard to keep quiet when Yunho seems to think there's more than that, you just can't stand for it, especially when he's talked about Chae in ways you've never even considered Wooyoung. Never considered anyone at all. To you; there's just Yunho.

"We are, but there's no reason to shove that in my face when we're about to fuck." Yunho says, pulling his hand out of your pants and stepping back.

"What the fuck is your problem?" you spit. "You've been getting pissy every time I mention Wooyoung. He's your friend, Yunho, and I'm your friend. Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

Yunho runs his hand through his hair, exasperated as he leans back against the sink. He's flushed, from the alcohol or the haze of the passionate kissing, his lips so fucking red. You still ache for him, even now as he's being a royal ass, you still want his lips on yours.

"I can't be," Yunho sighs, whispering. He's so quiet, avoiding your eyes, so irregularly silent - as if something would shatter if he wasn't. "Whatever. Let's just forget about it. Ignore everything I said."

"Yeah, I will." you say. You button your pants back up, and ignore the way Yunhos head falls when you unlock the door again.

"I'm going back to Wooyoung."

There's a dizzy, fuzzy blur clouding your mind as you make your way back to Wooyoung, suddenly the music is louder than screeching horns and each arm pressed into your side aches unnaturally deep. The flashes of lights blur in your eyes, starting to come obstructed by tears.

True to his word, Wooyoung is on the couch still, red cups in his hands.

"Hey," he smiles. "Is everything good? You were gone for some time."

"No- or, I don't know," you say, quiet under the violent beat of the music. "I think I want to go home."

Wooyoung stands up now, shaken with concern, and the red cups are left behind on the table.

"You want to go home? Okay. Okay, that's okay, let me take you home."

His arm wraps around your waist, firm grip holding you close as he pushes toward the exit. The cold evening air is chilling, prickling on your skin but less stifling than the stuffy air inside, and the fresh breath of air washes over your body comfortingly.  

"Are you cold?" Wooyoung asks. You are, but you kind of welcome the sting on your skin, it's sobering.

"Just- keep your arm around me, if you want."

The weight of Wooyoungs arm around you is comforting, a constant pressure to keep you grounded on the walk home. He grants you comfortable silence, keeping completely silent next to you without pressuring you to speak. It's exactly what you need now that your mind is whirling a thousand miles a minute. Slowly but surely, the effects of the tequila are wearing away and the familiar ache of sober heartache claws itself back into your body.

As kind as Wooyoung is, you just wish it was Yunho walking you home.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Wooyoung asks when the two of you have reached your door. It's impossible to even meet his eyes right now, to know that you ruined such a good night with a good friend.

"I'm.. not really okay, no. I'm really sorry about how this whole night turned out, I feel so bad about ruining your night, Woo."

"There's no reason to apologize, seriously, I had a good time. I didn't know you could drink like that. Or dance like that. Yunho should have you on the team, with those moves." he's scoffing laughing incredulously and it's hard not to get swept up in Wooyoungs sweet giggle. Through the tears welled up in your eyes you manage a laugh, before your face falls yet again. Yunho, just the mention of him sucks the air right out of you.

Wooyoung pauses, and he dares a touch at your hand. It's inviting, the touch of a friend meant only to comfort. Something beyond Yunho that grants you affection in earnest, without confusing what-ifs. You keen into his touch, and Wooyoung grabs your hands in his entirely.

"Did something happen at the party? Did I do something?" he asks, stern but quiet.

"No, not at all. You did nothing wrong."

Wooyoung pauses when you look up into his eyes, and worry cloaks him. He takes a venture then, "Is this about Yunho?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

There's a beat of silence where neither of you speaks, where your confession hangs in the air, heavy and compound.

"Can I ask.. why did you ask me out tonight?" you question.

Wooyoung breaks into a smile, and he squeezes around your hands. "I just wanted to hang out with you. You're fun, you're cool, and yeah, you're really fucking hot, of course. But I just want to get to know you better, we don't hang out outside of meeting in school."

"It has nothing to do with Yunho?"

"No. I just think you're a cool person." Wooyoung smiles, still. "But.. something is up with Yunho, right? It seems unfair to me that he upsets you like this."

"Do you know about.. us? Me and Yunho?"

It's the first time you've admitted it out loud. Shame rushes through you blindingly, reminding you of the fact that this had been a secret, the thing you share with Yunho. No one was supposed to know, and perhaps least of all Yunhos friends. Within the secrecy of dorm-room walls, yours and his, what you have is undisturbed, unknown and completely your own. Involving Wooyoung or anyone else is a grave mistake, you know it as soon as the words have left your mouth, but you're incapable of taking them back now.

"We all know he's in love with you." Wooyoung states.

"What?"

"Is that not what you mean?" he asks. "Yunho's in love with you, it's obvious."

"But- so, you all know then? That we've been fucking?"

"Look," Wooyoung begins. His voice is kind, tender. "I know it may feel like you and Yunho fucking feels like, fucking monumental, right? I get that you feel like it's huge, but it's not, really. You're up in your head about this all, and you feel like what you and Yunho have is something you've got to guard with your life. But the rest of us, we already know. Yunho's in love with you, always has been, and you're in love with him too. You two are the only ones who can't see it."

You don't know how to react. You feel nauseous, stomach suddenly hurling with all the packed emotions, brewing together with alcohol and sickly sweet juice. Your entire nervous system shakes with the revelation, the lingering words, Yunho's in love with you, and your nerves feel like they're about to kickstart fight or flight.

"Just think about it, okay?" Wooyoung hums. "And talk to Yunho. But for now, you should probably sleep."

And that's the last Wooyoung says before he's pulling you into a warm hug, holding your stiff body until the words have sunk in enough to wash the tension from your shoulders, and then he's leaving.

Yunho's in love with you.

Wooyoungs advice to sleep was sound, but easier said than done. The silence in your room is blanketing, almost defeaning. The breaths you're taking feel like silent admissions of your dejection, this empty confusion that has disrupted you to a point of inducing insomnia. Your eyelids feel a thousand pounds heavy, all you want is to just sleep, yet you can't. Thoughts of Yunho fill your mind. Innocent, naively childish memories of the Yunho you had met as just a kid fill you up more than anything. He hadn't been as tall then, nor had he come into his charms and you still remember the Yunho that would blush at a compliment and stumble over his words when he was embarrassed. He's still the same Yunho, your Yunho, yet it's hard to grapple with that reality. When, inbetween years of friendship, had you truly fallen for him? When had he gone from your friend Yunho, to your Yunho? A Yunho you kiss, and not as a part of a dare in 7th grade, but a Yunho who will smooth his lips over yours in the quiet of the night and let them travel downward. Yunho, whose hands had touched you in secret, traced over body parts you've never showed anyone else, and called them beautiful.

If Yunho is in love with you, truly, and it's not just something Wooyoung misguidedly assumes, then it would throw your entire reality into a tilt. It would mean that the kisses, the touches, all the times you'd fucked in the past month were more than just quick, meaningless sex in the heat of the moment.

The weight of all your worries sit heavy on your chest. There is something so unusually tangible about it, like your thoughts weave into reality and you can feel the sadness spread, aching from your heart out to your limbs. Not even jealousy felt like this, so thick and freezing, like diving head first into icy waters.

Turning over in bed, you pull your blanket above your head completely, as if shielding you away from your room would stop the thoughts. You're convinced you can smell him on your sheets, still, even though it's been an entire week since he'd last been in your bed you swear the scent of him lingers. You swear you can hear him too, mumbles of his voice far away in your head. You can even hear the rap of his fist against your door, like usual. And you can hear him call your name. You can hear him calling your name?

"Hey, let me in." Yunhos voice, real and loud, outside your door.

Tugging the blanket down, you take a second just to listen. Maybe, in the blur of thoughts and heartache you'd just imagined it. But it comes again, a fist knocking rapidly on your door and then Yunhos voice again, speaking your name.

"Yunho?" you call back, your voice coming out shaky and quiet. The floor is cold under your feet when you push yourself off of the bed, and midnight moonlight peaks through a tiny slit of your curtains. It'd be to convince yourself it was all a dream, that you must have fallen asleep somewhere in the midst of all your sorrow, because what is Yunho doing outside of your door in the middle of the night?

You unlock the door, trembling fingers fumbling with the lock, and then pull your door open for Yunho to step inside.

"Do you even know what time it is right now?" you ask him sternly, though you still make space for him to step into.

"I know what time it is," he mumbles. "I just needed to see you."

"Right. What makes you think I want to see you after what you said tonight? Especially in the middle of the fucking night, Yunho, couldn't you have done this tomorrow?"

You step away from Yunho, pacing through you room until you sit back down on your bed. Yunho, thankfully, knows his boundaries and stays put where he's standing in front of your door. You don't know if you could handle him stepping any closer right now.

"I didn't want to wait any longer. I left Chae and I tried to find you, I called Wooyoung and everything, I just- I needed to be with you, I can't wait until the morning."

"And why's that?" you spit back, and Yunho physically recoils. You've never seen him look so small, so timid.

"What I said at the party was idiotic, I know it was. I shouldn't have gotten pissed at you for mentioning Wooyoung when I brought someone else too. Especially because... I wouldn't have brought her, if it wasn't for the fact that I knew you'd be there with him." Yunho admits. He chances a step forward now, stepping into the stream of light emitting from your window. You can see the way the moonlight catches in his eyes, small glimmers reflecting in the tears welling up.

"Why? Why did you do that? Why are you so pissed at me hanging out with Wooyoung?"

"I see the way people look at you. I'm more than used to seeing all the yearning looks you get, I know that people want you. I know that Wooyoung might want you. It was just scary to me, that it suddenly became so real. Like he could have you, and that- that... I couldn't." Yunho whispers the last part. A tear falls from his eye, sliding down his cheek, and he wipes at it frustratedly. Still just as quiet, Yunho speaks again. "Did you... sleep with him?"

"Yunho," you sigh. "If you've come here to throw another jealous fit, I don't want to hear it-"

"No, no!" he rushes to defend himself. "It's not that, I'm not asking for that reason. I just want to know if you... if you slept together, or if you even just kissed, anything. I want to know if you want him. I need to know if you want him, like I want you, because if you do I'll back off. I won't mention it again, I won't be jealous, I will never bother you about it. I just need to know."

"I didn't sleep with him, or kiss him. He just walked me home."

"Do you want him?" he asks. He's not stopping the tears now, just letting them run down his cheeks. You want to hold him, want to kiss him until the tears stop falling and whisper sweet comfort into the crook of his neck.

"No, Yunho."

Yunho's steps make the distance between you, stopping right in front of you yet not touching. He sucks in a shaky breath, "Can I kiss you?"

It's the first time he's ever asked you like this, the very first time he's asked permission just to kiss without the lingering promise of sex, without the next words being 'Can I fuck you?'. It tugs at your sternum, you feel tightness in the back of your throat that threatens to pass over into a sob. Yunhos hand comes up in labored movements, like he's going to touch you, but he stops just short of your jaw and drops his hand back down. He doesn't want to touch you without your permission, doesn't want to do this without you knowing that he means it.

"Is it okay? Can I kiss you?" he asks again, and you think you nod before he's even finished speaking. He steps forward again, leaning down to close the distance. He cups your jaw, and you know he's about to kiss you, he's just asked for permission, but your heart still stops when he closes his eyes and leans in, putting his lips on yours. It's embarrassing how eagerly you kiss him back, your hands wrapping around the back of his neck to pull him closer, tugging him down over you.

Yunhos tears make their way into your kiss, his lips taste of salt and alcohol and still, sweet, sweet caramel. You've spent days without his lips on yours, which in the grand scheme of things is nothing, though to you it feels like he's finally breathing real life into your lungs as if you've been deprived of it since he last kissed you. His lips are soft, almost teasing without the intention to be, he's just kissing you so gingerly and you already wish for more. It's just enough pressure to satiate you, to quell the need that's built up since you kissed him last, yet not entirely enough. His teeth are just barely nipping, tongue just darting out to take tentative licks of your bottom lip, but you want him to devour you completely.

His hands are just as gentle, only dipping to your waist where his fingers play with the material of your shirt. It feels like hours of it, of his mouth moving slowly against yours, feels like an eternity of his light kissing when his lips finally trail a chain of pecks over your cheek, down your jaw, then ending up on your neck. The first relief comes when his teeth grace over your neck, biting down just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you, one that makes your thighs close around the leg he's got propped up between yours. When a breathy gasp leaves your mouth, Yunho finally sucks down firmly on your neck. He continues his descent, sucking marks of purple into the sensitive skin of your neck, fingers pressing into the bruises after to make you feel them, then his tongue swirling along your collarbone, licking up, up, up - until he's kissing your lips again.

"Yunho, undress, please. Need to feel you," you ask, gasping pleas falling off your lips like a prayer. At the same time your hands tug on his shirt, hike it up his torso as your hands smooth over the exposed skin of his stomach. Wordlessly, he pulls back and in a swift, easy movement he drags the shirt over his head.

Your thighs are still clenched at just the sight of him, arousal pooling already as he starts to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down his thighs.

"Do you want me completely naked? Is that okay?" Yunho asks you when he's only got his underwear left, his thumbs hooked into the waistband. You can tell even in the dark of the room that he's not hard, barely even half-hard in his underwear, and you know in the wake of his words that he's asking more than just that. That he's anxious, wondering if you want him, his body, even if he's not hard and ready to fuck you.

"Yeah," you smile. Sitting up at the edge of your bed, you lean forward to where he's standing and wrap your arms around his middle. You can hear the hint of a laugh on his lips, nothing more than a soft chuckle as you rest your head against his stomach. His fingers find your hair, stroking softly over it as he lets you cuddle against him. "I just want to feel you, Yunho, want to feel your body against mine."

Your hands rest softly on his back, just above the slight curve of the small of it. With a string of sweet kisses pressed over his stomach, your hands ghost carefully downward to grab at his ass. It's the first time, ever, you've dared a touch like this, to feel parts of his body you've never felt before. His breath hitches in his throat when you palm over his butt, feeling the way soft flesh covers toned muscles. He's beautiful, everywhere, absolutely perfect even in places you're discovering for the first time.

"You're so perfect, Yunho," you whisper, spoken against the skin right under his navel. A low whine rips its way out of his throat, and Yunho buries his fingers deeper into your hair. Your fingers dip under the waist of his boxers, pushing the underwear down as you continue to leave kisses over his stomach. You suck a blossoming bruise right next to his hipbone, then look up at him, "You're so beautiful. The most beautiful man ever, so perfect."

"Fuck," Yunho laughs breathlessly above you, throwing his head back just as you slide his underwear down his thighs fully. "You'll make me hard if you keep doing that."

"That's okay. I'll take care of you, then." Whispered against his hip. Another sweet kiss, another bruise sucked into his skin.

"But that's not what I want," he begins, and he looks down at you again. His hand smooths over your hair, petting and caressing, tugging your bangs away from your face so he can see you, see all of you. His fingers ghost along your jaw, and then his thumb swipes over your lips. "I don't want you to just take care of it, I don't want to just fuck like we always do."

"Okay," you swallow around the dryness in your throat, heart suddenly thumping a lot heavier. "Okay, show me what you want then."

He steps out of his underwear, laying down on the bed and pulling you on top, hands firm but careful as they guide you on top of him. He's starting to grow harder underneath you, you can feel him twitch under your core, and you desperately want to grind yourself over him until he's fully stiff, but you hold yourself back from doing so. You're dedicated to fulfilling his request, to let this unfold in ways it usually doesn't, and you want him to show you what he wants.

"Take this off for me," he requests softly, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

Yunho watches as you lean back, eyes gracing over your body when you pull the t-shirt over your head. It's unlike before, a complete difference to the way his eyes had looked at you during the party, entirely unlike he's ever watched you before. More than anything, he looks mesmerized, like he's taking you in for the first time, as if he hasn’t already memorized what your body looks like - feels like, inside and out.

It catches you off guard, punches like a fist to your gut to find his eyes tender and big, watchful. His hands find your naked skin now, tracing along your waist carefully. Your skin feels tingly under the gentle touch of Yunhos hands, and though he's never cruel it feels.. faux. Fingertips dancing over your stomach in faux kindness, palms kneading in faux admiration. He's touching you just to touch you, kissing you just to kiss you, and none of it feels truly real. You are just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Yunhos hands trail further down, thumbs smoothing over the soft skin right above your pelvis, and this - this is familiar, this you can recognize. You wonder silently if this is the calm before the storm, if Yunho is about to manhandle you onto your stomach, if he would pull you flush to his chest and pound into you like this, or something else entirely. You can reconcile with raucous hands and erratic fucking, anything but this unfamiliar loving he's treating you with.

Instead, Yunhos hand curl gently around your waist and in a careful motion he lays you down on your back, allowing him to hover above you. The sheer action pulls a breath out of your chest, and you feel winded already as you look up into Yunhos eyes. You're used to a lot with him, more than accustomed to his hips snapping harshly against yours and the needy kisses he'll press against your mouth when he's worked up. You know what Yunho is like when he fucks, and this is not it. Yunho is looking, and you're letting yourself look too, every little detail of him committing to your memory. This is different, you can feel it, both of you, and your heart is beating violently enough that Yunho must be able to make it out.

"Take this off, too." His fingers dance across the top of your underwear now, sending sparks of arousal through you with just the ghostly, barely-there touch of him through the fabric. It'd usually be him undressing you, rough hands pulling your clothes off as if wearing them is a carnal sin, but now Yunho's hand rests patiently on your waist as he waits for you to indulge him. And you do, you always do, but especially now as his eyes peer so genuinely, looking at you as if you've hung all the stars in the sky.

His hand draws away from your waist, coming up to your face and cradling you for a kiss. It's much gentler than you're used to, his lips feather-light on yours, just teasing, feeling, taking you in. His hand tightens around your jaw enough for you to feel it, but not harsh like usual. God, why isn't he holding you like usual? Why are his hands not working you open right now, or at the very least gripping you harshly, holding you steady in place as you whine for his attention? Why is he kissing you, when he very well could be fucking you? You're completely nude under him and Yunho is kissing you as if it's his very last kiss in life, as if he'd fall apart without your lips on his.

"Yunho," you whimper, and he swallows his own name right out of your mouth. "Yunho. What do you want?"

"You," he mumbles. His tongue licks across your lips, not to ask for entrance, just to taste. Just to savor.

"You want... me?" you ask. He hums. "Do you want to fuck me, Yunho?"

"I just want you," his voice is stern as he speaks now, and he pulls back to create enough space for you to see the conviction on his face. "I don't care what we do as long as I have you. I just- I lov-... I need you, please."

There's a firm, reverberating pang in the confines of your chest at Yunhos silent admission. The hint of it at least, a partial confession. He'd stopped himself, the logical part of you urges, but he said it to begin with, every other part of you supplies. There's no fighting it anymore after, the deep ache that settles with the knowledge that Yunho loves you, right here and right now. An ache deeper than jealousy; there is hot, pooling fire igniting inside of you, love burning so fierce it scorches you from the very inside.

"Want you, Yunho, I want you inside." The words stumble out of your mouth before you get ahold of them, needless begging because it takes Yunho just a second to comply with your wishes. His lips are against yours, silencing the last of your pleas, the ones that go unspoken (make love to me).

His hand trails down your stomach, finding you ready and wanting already, and Yunhos fingers do quick work of opening you up. You feel winded before he's even pushing inside, when he's just spitting saliva onto his fingers to spare you the ache of the stretch. He's so careful, taking his time with just sliding one finger in and out, far more gentle than he's ever been before. He chases his hand with his mouth, crouching down to take place between your legs, scattering kisses on the insides of your thighs and sucking little marks into your skin. He looks up at you, half-lidded and tender, and the ghost of a plea dies in your throat (make me yours).

Yunhos tongue joins his fingers, and he knows already where to lick to ruin you before he's even got a second finger inside. He finds your most sensitive spots fast, his tongue darting out to lick a hot, long stripe over it before he presses his lips down and starts suckling. Your hands fumble to grasp at his hair, carefully combing through his messy bangs to steel yourself as Yunho slides another finger inside. A choked cry makes its way out of your mouth, and you can already feel the stinging threat of tears in your eyes. Yunho looks up at you now, busy mouth unable to speak, though he doesn't have to for you to know what he means (I've got you, I'll take care of you).

Yunho fits a third finger inside, the stretch coming pathetically easy with how pliant he's got you already, and with the gentle pull of his fingers you can feel yourself getting threateningly close, all too soon.

"Ah, Yunho, Yun- too close, don't wanna come yet-"

Kindly, carefully, he pulls his head back and fucks his fingers slower. He's panting, almost as heavy as you are, and his eyes are dark as he looks up at you. He moves back up, elbow holding him up above you as he continues to move inside, curling his fingers up to press at that spot that makes your legs tremble. You can taste yourself on his lips when he leans down for a sweet kiss.

"Please, inside- need you." you whimper.

"You sure? Are you ready?" Yunho coos, pressing small kisses into the corner of your mouth.

"Yes, please-" you beg again, as if all other words have been lost on you.

His fingers slide out carefully, leaving you empty and drawing a disappointed gasp from your mouth. He shushes you with his lips, a gentle kiss pressed to your mouth as he settles between your legs properly. Though you think you're more than ready to take him like this, Yunho leans over and drags your drawer out, fumbling for the bottle of lube he knows you've got stored there. You watch breathlessly as he slicks himself up graciously, hand pumping over his cock a few times and gasping quietly in relief.

He kisses you again as he lines himself up, panting hot breaths of air into your mouth as the tip of his cock presses against your hole, then pushing inside, just a little. He's so close it's almost daunting, hovering above you and breathing your air, watching your face for any hesitance. He leans in even closer, close enough for your lips to touch without kissing, and you have to close your eyes to escape the way he's looking at you as if you're made of glass. Then, you feel his lips on yours, soft and chaste. In the pace of his slow kisses, he begins to push inside.

"Fuck," he gasps against your mouth when he's bottomed out. "You feel so good."

His head falls, forehead resting in the crook of your neck and lips finding your collarbone. He kisses without aim, licking over your skin as if he's trying to savor the taste of you, consume every last bit that he can. He's at a standstill, cock buried deep as he lets you get used to the stretch of having him fill you like this, his mouth and tongue swirling lazily over your collarbone.

When he finally pulls his hips back, the thrusts are slow, so fucking slow but deep. You can feel the size of him, the very weight of his cock inside, the way he fills you so perfectly. He lifts his head up to rest his forehead against yours now, close enough to you that you can't hide the desperate gasps that fall from your mouth when he doesn't let up, when he just continues to send deep, confident thrusts into you.

It's foreign, the sensation of having him so cruelly deep, to feel the way he twitches inside and drags against your walls, without feeling the familiar build-up of pleasure. You're certain he can't be feeling it either, with the slow pace he's set he can't be getting close. The realization sits like bricks on top your chest; that Yunho isn't chasing his high, that the slow rhythm of his hips isn't meant to send you guys over the edge, but instead he's taking his time to really, truly, feel you. He hasn't angled a single thrust against your sweet spot, yet you're starting to get lost in the sensation of him from just the closeness, from nothing but the knowledge that he's taking his time to feel you in earnest.

"How is it, baby?" Yunho murmurs.

"It's so good, so full. Want more," you whine. "Please, Yunho."

He complies immediately, his hands taking firm grasps of your knees to push them back, allowing himself the angle to finally hit that spot inside of you.

"There," you gasp. Yunho seems to know before you do though, so attuned to your body that he knows from just the way your breath shudders. "Harder, please, n-need more."

For the first time, he drives his hips back and pushes in hard, surging down in time with his harsh thrusts to sweep you up in a kiss. Though, it's hard to kiss him back when he's finally picking up his pace, his cock pushing inside just like you need, again, and again, and again. Yunho laughs breathlessly, happy with how ruined he's got you already, and he continues to kiss and lick into your open mouth.

It's already starting to feel cloudy, the sensation of him so deep and fast, hitting so perfectly inside that your legs would be shaking if not for his hands holding you firmly in place. Your own hands are wrapped around his neck, fingers grasping desperately at the hair in his nape to keep him close. He's hitting so deep, so achingly right that it tingles throughout your legs, through your arms, practically numbs you with how good he's fucking you.

"Tell me- tell me how it feels," Yunho demands.

"Yunho, you feel so g-good, so fucking good," you praise, threading your fingers through the back of his hair to steel yourself. "Never felt this good before."

"Me too, f-fuck, me too," he gasps. "You always feel so good, all for me, huh? Just for me?"

The words linger in the air, hover just between your mouths, as if they're real - tangible - waiting for you to swallow them, to make them part of your being completely. All for Yunho, how can you not be be when you feel him inside, feel him under your skin, throughout your whole body and soul, every inch of him atop every inch of you. He looks at you again, the wake of his words still palpable, and you know they mean more than that (you're mine, I'm yours).

"Just for you, Yunho." you assure. "All yours, I- I'm yours."

It barely registers before it happens, the telltale warmth inside your belly, quickly snapping and washing over as you orgasm, suddenly, quickly - intensely. It has you seeing stars, legs trembling in the hold of Yunhos hands, held together by nothing but his grasp on you.

And Yunho, spurred on by the sight of you coming underneath him, quickens the pace of his hips and if you were coherent enough to make a judgment you'd think Yunho is trying his hardest to make sure he comes with you. He does, only seconds later when the last waves of your orgasm are still ripping through you, you can feel his cum spill inside of you. He tells you, too, a broken gasp of 'gonna come for you' directly into your mouth before he's smothering his own moans with your lips.

His hips rock gently even in the aftermath of your orgasms, light enough to not overstimulate you, just little push and pulls of his hips as if he can't get enough, as if he doesn't want to pull out and separate from you. He kisses you like before, like those gentle kisses he'd given you before all this, soft pecks across your entire face like he didn't just fuck you until you were seeing stars.

You wish he could stay inside you forever, build home with you right here and keep his arms around you until you fall asleep. He kisses you again, a compensation for when he finally pulls out and smooths his hands over your legs.

He keeps close at least, draping himself over your body and letting his arm rest across your waist.

"I'll clean you up in a second, I promise. Let me just- let me feel you, for a little." he tells you, and his voice is so sweet. So Yunho, so sweet and calm after something so monumental, and perhaps it should feel worse to hear him so casual after he just made love to you, but it doesn't. It feels like home, feels like everything you've ever wished for. Yunhos next words are spoken in a whisper, "I love you."

Yunho must clean you up some time, must have soothed you into sleep somewhere along it all too, because you wake up in the morning confused of where you are, what time it is, and how you'd been lulled into peaceful, dreamless rest in all the haze. Even more confusing is Yunhos pacing, the quiet pitter-patter of his footsteps in your room and the disturbance of paper crinkling. Somehow, it's sort of comforting, the familiar sounds of him in the background, his homely rustling. It's only when the bed dips next to you and his hand strokes down your back, fingers carefully dancing down your spine in a gentle attempt to wake you, that you roll over and make it known that he's already stirred you from your sleep.

"Sleepyhead," he laughs softly, brushing away stray hairs from your forehead. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," Your throat is still unused to speaking, voice coming out as something between a croak and a whisper. "You're up already? And you're dressed?"

He shuffles down to the floor, arms resting on the side of your bed to allow him to be in eye line with you. "I got you breakfast."

"You got me breakfast?"

"Yeah, I did." he hums, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. There's a hint of resistance in his kiss, and when he pulls back again there's also a hint of shyness across his face. It makes your stomach swirl a little, to see him so unusually stricken, but you don't have much time to ponder why. Yunho sits back and his hand waves to your night-table, and you can deduct right away what the rustling had been.

On your table sits an avocado toast, perfectly prepared and inviting, on top of a napkin with the little logo of the café by his studio. He'd run across all of campus just to get you an avocado toast? And next to it, a cup of coffee sits. It's your usual order, you can tell as much from the little cup adorned with the name of the café as well. Just underneath it, there's Yunhos handwriting. In careful, pretty letters his handwriting sits, spelling out 'Be mine?'.

"You're- Yunho, you're asking me out? With avocado toast?" you question, incredulously. Yunhos breath hitches, and he averts his eyes for a moment before he refocuses on you, nodding.

"Yeah, I am." he says, timidly, quiet.

"Yunho." you whisper. "Yes. Yes, what the fuck? Of course, yes."

He's helpless in hiding the relief that washes over him, or the smile that breaks out on his face seconds after. The light peaks through the curtains, like the usual nine am sun, it falls over his face and makes him glow in front of you. He looks angelic under the cascade of sunlight, and for a moment you think he's just that - your angel -, but you don't have time to bask in the thought before he's surged forward and swept you up in a kiss. You want to say more, want to confess everything to him now that you can, now that he's yours and he can know.

Though, you think he must know. He has to know, you swear everyone between heaven and earth has got to know, and when Yunhos smile presses against your mouth you're certain you don't need to speak it.

(I love you, I love you, I love you.)

[mingirn]

want some more

jeong yunho x reader

genre: smut

warnings: mentions of alcohol, brat taming, sort of mean yunho, stripping, spitting, spit as lube, fingering, gender neutral reader

notes: shoutout to brats fr <3

word count: 3.8k

It feels different from the very second you walk inside your apartment. The alcohol from the club is still swirling comfortingly in your belly and you feel just a little floaty, a bit fuzzy between your eyes. The time on your phone tells you it’s a lot later than you had promised to be home, and you’ve got three missed texts from Yunho.

You hadn’t meant to ignore him. It just sort of happened. If you were to check your phone it would probably show that it's been hours since you last texted him the pictures of you inside the dimly lit club bathroom, your hand holding your shirt open to reveal what was underneath it. It had been multiple pictures too, at least two of your chest and another one of your underwear, angled just right to show off the insides of your thighs where Yunho had left marks the other day.

That's why it's so strange, that it's so quiet inside the apartment and Yunho is nowhere to be found. You could check the texts he's left you to know where his mind's at, but finding him is a far easier option. Besides, you've tried your best all night to get under his skin and you're buzzing with nerves, eager to find out if you've managed to achieve what you set out to do.

The alcohol has rapidly worn off on the ride home, the haze is being replaced by the flutter of nerves as you start making your way inside your home. The only thing you can hear is the faint murmur of the TV in the background, and when you walk to the living room you find Yunho on the couch.

"Hi, baby. You're still up?" you ask him. He spares you a glance, then he looks back at the TV.

Yunho is sitting with his legs spread and his arms resting across the backrest. The way he's sitting, so casually and so detached is inviting, yet terrifying. He must have seen your texts, seeing as he'd sent some responses, why is he not scolding you for being a brat?

"Why don’t you sit down?" he asks, stern and untelling.

It’s the first thing he speaks out loud and his voice is low, still warm and rolling the way Yunhos voice always is, but residing somewhere deeper in his throat. It’s the tone he takes with you when he wants your attention, more specifically; wants you to listen. Just the sound of it sends a chill down your spine that causes your back to straighten and your shoulders to roll back, at an instant you’re affected by just the power his words have over you.

His instruction is clear, though as you step closer you find yourself second-guessing it. His tone is already telling, Yunho is going to be calling the shots and he must be unhappy, so anything you do from now on needs to be to appease him. He has an angle, you’re just unsure if he wants you to sit next to him, or sink to your knees between his legs already.

Yunho must notice your apprehension. He keeps quiet but spreads his thighs wider and his eyes flit down to his lap. It’s sign enough, you think, and you can feel nerves start to bubble as you sit yourself down on his legs.

He sighs, quietly but palpably, you can see his chest rise and fall with the breath. Everything about his demeanor is intimidating, just his breathing has your throat feeling dry, yet you feel heat start to pool in your belly in anticipation.

"Did you have fun while you were out?" he asks. It’s not what you expect for him to say, not now, not when his voice is like this and his legs are spread and he’s got you at a distance. He’s not accusing, not spiteful or angry, he’s simply speaking and looking at you - through you - and it’s making your head spin.

Usually, he would have been at your throat the minute you walked inside. He would have given you the entire list of rules you had broken, each little mistake you’d made would have been told to you while his fingers clamp over your mouth to keep you from talking back. By now, Yunho would have smacked the imprint of his hand onto your ass and sucked pretty bruises to match across your neck. But this, this is different.

His hands aren’t even on you. His arms are still on the backrest, fingers sprawled out across the cushions. He’s just waiting, eyes boring into you, still so hard to read. He’s clearly expecting something, and expecting you to play along. He’s so calm it’s almost jarring, it’s not at all the treatment you had expected when you snapped those pictures and texted him from the bathroom. It’s an entirely new side of Yunho, and though your fingers are trembling and your throat is getting drier by the second you feel yourself squeezing your thighs around his legs and wanting to comply.

"I did… It was- it was nice," you start off. This must be safe, it must be good enough. Yunhos gaze is still so devoid of intention, just dark and a little yearning, but lacking the lust or passion you’re so used to seeing.

His eyes scan over your body, across the outfit you’ve chosen to put on, probably remembering the pictures you had sent of what is underneath it. His lids narrow just a little, sharpening his eyes in a way that is so unlike the soft and sweet Yunho you’re used to. It makes you want to fold in on yourself, to hide under his watchful eyes, at the same time as you want nothing more than to feel his gaze on you. His eyes are everywhere, on every little bit of skin that peaks out, gliding across every little place that your clothing hugs and falls over.

When he looks up again, finally meeting your eyes once more it’s with a layer of wanting hiding in them.

"I’m glad you had fun," he says, and still nothing is revealed in his voice. You can’t tell if he means it or not, if he’s trying to trap you with his words. In the corner of your eye you can see his fingers drum against the cushion, tapping a little pattern into the material. Like he’s completely unbothered, as if you’re not on his lap currently, breath hitching in your throat. He hums, "Do you think I had fun tonight?"

"Yes," you bite back, and from the way Yunhos jaw twitches you can tell you’ve said the wrong thing. It’s too late to back out now though, and something about the way that his fingers have stilled and he’s watching you carefully has your stomach whirling. You continue, "I would hope so since I sent you all those pictures to have some fun with."

The words feel sour, mean almost, as they leave your mouth. That’s the fun part though, getting to talk back to Yunho in times like this, getting to anticipate the moment he abandons his composure and wraps his fingers around your arm or your throat, the way he’ll lean threateningly close and whisper a warning before he kisses the breath right out of you.

Right now, Yunho does none of that. He simply cocks his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips tug up into a smirk.

"Really?" he smiles. His hands move now, dropping from the back of the couch to rest beside your legs, still not touching you. You follow the movement of his hands with your eyes, and just the sight is enough to have you suck in a harsh breath. He waits to speak until you look back up at him, and once you do his smile is only bigger, far more teasing. "You think you were doing me a favor, hm? Because I think you were being a tease."

There’s something so tantalizing about the fact that you’ve got every bit of his attention. He could be so nonchalant, pretending to be interested in the TV playing behind you or even fake some interest in the spot on the couch his hand is resting on. But he’s not, he doesn’t let his eyes leave you for even a second. He leaves no room for error, knows every little queue your body gives him and the sadistic glint in his eyes only deepens when he catches onto the way you subconsciously press against him or the fact that you’re starting to stutter for breaths.

"That’s not true, you are being a tease," you attempt to mouth off, though it leaves your mouth in a disgruntled whine.

Something about Yunho in this light is so sharp, so threatening. Despite the roundness of his cheeks and the softness of his hair he looks sharp, just having this edge to him, forged from nothing but the attitude he’s got.

"I'm being a tease?" he asks, and oh, his voice is no longer warm. It's a challenge, you know it. He's giving you an opportunity to back down, and by the sound of his voice this dark and venomous you should know to back down.

Yet, you don't. You mumble, "Yes. You're teasing me."

He is undoubtedly, unequivocally teasing you. The tone of his voice, the fact that he's letting you straddle his lap, or his hands still not touching you - Yunho is not only teasing, this is bordering on torture. You've earned it at this point, but it's still frustrating.

"Really? And how am I teasing you?"

You roll your hips just a little, an involuntary shift because the way Yunho is speaking to you has already sent waves of arousal through your body, and his hands have moved at least a little bit closer, and you can't help but search for more.

"You-, you're not touching me," you mutter.

Yunho takes this moment to slide his hands closer to the both of you, in towards his body, and this way his thumb grazes across your leg.

"But I am touching you," He lets his thumb press closer, igniting the little part of your leg he's able to reach. It's nothing, not nearly enough, it's almost worse to have such fleeting touch when you know how good his hands usually feel on your body.

It's becoming obvious with each second that passes that Yunho is not going to let up easily, not even at all, and he's not going to ask you to make it up to him either. He's going to keep this up until you break all on your own, and you're so desperate to have him that it sounds like the better option.

"It's not enough," you whine. His lips quirk up in that smirk again, and you have to look away from his face to get rest out. "I was being a tease, I'm sorry. I just want you, Yunho."

A genuine smile takes over his face now, and his hands finally move from the couch to slide up your thighs. He digs his fingers into your hips and pulls you closer, settling your hips above his. A flash of embarrassment rushes through you when the evidence of how affected you are becomes obvious when Yunho pulls your crotch closer, and you hope he'll wait to stick his hand down your underwear and see.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Yunho coos, and from the expression he's still got on his face you can tell that he's far from done. He's still playing this little game with you, still refusing to grant you a kiss or to let your hips rut against his. He's not going to give a reward you haven't worked for.

"No, it wasn't," you swallow. He's still fucking looking, just watching, and it's working that same drunk haze back into your system. His thumbs are rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones, and you need more.

"That's my baby," he praises. "You know I'd be happy to give you what you want if you didn't fight me on it so much."

His hands hitch up higher now, trailing slowly up your hips to sneak underneath your shirt. There's nothing pressing about the way he's touching you, but he leaves sparks of electricity in his wake, and you bet this is part of it too, some way for him to work you up. His fingers feel so warm, each little inch of your body they drag over roots more and more longing inside your body, his touch alone is enough to stroke the fire slowly building.

"You're beautiful," he says when his hands reach your chest. The material of your shirt has hiked up with his hands and he's got you on display for him now, partly at least, and you can feel his eyes drag over the skin he has exposed. "Is that what you wanted me to think when you sent those pictures? Did you want me to think about how pretty you are? How you feel when I touch you?"

Yunhos thumb swipes over one of your nipples as he says it, only that, one startling touch before he flattens his hands over your chest to caress slowly. His expression doesn't budge when you squirm in his lap, nor does he react when you push your chest into his hands, he just tilts his head to let you know he's expecting an answer.

"Yes," you mumble. "Maybe more too… I wanted you to.. feel things."

"There we go," he smiles. "Tell me more, what did you want me to feel?"

His fingers are working on unbuttoning your top now, still so slow and careful, you would barely be able to feel his touch if it wasn't for the way he's got you on edge. Goosebumps erupt over your skin once he slides the shirt down your arms and lets it fall to the floor, and then his hands move over the hem of your pants. Yunho dips his fingers into the waistband, fumbling a little with the button before he pops it open, then he clears his throat to bring your attention back to his question.

"Just… wanted to make you hard, Yunho."

"Yeah?" he confirms, and when you nod mindlessly he slides his hands into the back of your pants to grab at your ass. They're so big and warm, groping harshly at your flesh to tug you closer, so he can rub your crotch against his, so you can feel how hard he's gotten. "You like knowing how hard you make me, is that it?"

His breath catches in his throat, despite the confidence he carries his breath stutters once you roll your hips over the bulge.

He speaks again, "Don't you think it's a bit unfair to make me hard while you're out?"

"Maybe," you hum. His hands are still massaging your ass, adding to the arousal rapidly building between your thighs, all you want is for him to finally fuck you like you've been wanting all night. "I'm here now though, and I want you to fuck me so bad, Yunho. I'm here, you could just-"

He interrupts you by surging in for a kiss, the first one of the night, a kiss you've waited so long and thought about all evening. He makes it worth it, the kiss is rushed and passionate and his hands wrap around the back of your neck to hold you in place while he kisses you. Between your legs you can still feel him, the way he's so fucking hard and you have no idea how long he's been like this is making your mind reel, the fact that he has staved off touching himself just so he could have you. And he still has the ability to take it further, to play this torturous game until he's satisfied, all while his cock is straining for some touch.

"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, parting for just a second to mumble more words against your lips. "How bad do you want it?"

"Please, Yunho, please- I need it."

There's nothing to do, nowhere to hide, when Yunho holds you like this. His hand holds the back of your neck in place, and the other one is pushing into your underwear to feel if you're telling him the truth. Though you think he must know already, it's enough for him to feel the way you squirm against his fingers or the fact that you're already bucking your hips against him. Yunho always knows, he sees right through you, and the smile against your mouth when he cups his hand over you is sign enough that he knew.

"Take these off," he demands, tugging at your pants.

Yunho leans back to allow you room for undressing, there's something maddening about seeing the way his hair sticks to his forehead, his flushed cheeks and bitten lips. He just sits back to watch you, wild and wired, chest heaving up and down as his eyes trail along your hands when you pull your pants off.

Yunho finally gets a look at what your clothes had hidden from him, what you had just sent him pictures of, and despite the fact that he gets to see you like this as often as he wants he still can't help the little gasp that makes its way out of his mouth once you move on to your underwear. You're so needy at this point that it'd be easy to rip everything off, to just discard all clothes and climb into Yunhos lap and pull his cock out to fuck yourself on it and finally get what you've been dreaming of all night.

But, it's hard not to be indulgent, especially now that his eyes watch you and his hands flex by his sides, yearning to feel you. It should feel a lot more embarrassing to be completely naked while Yunho sits fully dressed, but the shame that fills you quickly merges into exhilaration. It always makes you feel so small, to be bare in front of him with every proof of his impact visible on your body, while he's completely shielded.

"Come here," He pats his lap for emphasis, on the top of his thigh where the material of the sweatpants bunches up around his hard cock. He meets your hips with his hands, pulling you in place again and wrapping you up in another heady kiss that has you whining into his mouth.

It feels obscene, all of it, his hands digging bruises into your skin, the little drag he encourages your hips to make against his clothed dick, the way your nude chest is pressed up against his. And then, Yunhos tongue pressing into your mouth and replacing the taste of alcohol with the sweetness of his spit. He lolls his tongue out, pushing against your lips softly before he nudges it against your tongue too. He tastes so good, just the taste of his lips and his skin and his spit.

Quiet, muffled strings of please, please, Yunho, please, are stressed into the kiss and it's all Yunho needs in order to know what you're asking for. When he pulls away your lips part for him instinctively, mouth falling open and tongue sticking out as he pinches his fingers around your jaw and spits onto your tongue. His fingers push your jaw close too, encouraging you to swallow.

"That's my good baby," he praises you once you've swallowed. He releases the grasp he's got on your face and trails two of his fingers further, pushing into your mouth. Yunho presses down on your tongue, just a little, enough to coax some of your spit up to cover his fingers.

Your eyes hold his gaze when he pulls the fingers out of your mouth, still so composed and thoroughly untelling, Yunho just watches and the only sign that he's affected is the small breath that catches in his throat when he sets his hand between your legs and pushes a finger inside.

It's so hot at first, the stretch burns pleasantly just like every inch of your skin does, each little place where your body is making contact with him feels like it's on fire. Just this, just one of his fingers feels good already, feels incredible after you've waited to feel him for so long. When he finally starts moving, pumping in and out, fucking your own spit inside of you, you have to wrap your arms around Yunhos neck to steel yourself.

Maybe it's the alcohol making a reminder when you speak, having scorched your throat to be so raw your voice comes out broken, or maybe it's Yunhos kisses that have you so winded that your voice comes out raspy when you beg for more. He still complies though, just shushing you with another kiss before he pulls away to spit another time on his fingers and pushing two inside this time.

It's just- good, so fucking perfect when Yunho fucks his fingers inside like this, when he takes his time to stretch you out but he makes sure to curl them and press where he knows you like it. He's already picked you apart, piece for piece, with just his demeanor and now he's making you fall apart on his fingers too, and you haven't even gotten his cock yet, and he's mumbling sweet little praise into the skin of your neck.

"Is that good?" he asks, voice still deep and teasing. You can feel his breath against your throat and part of you wishes he'd just bite down, forget about stretching you and fuck you like you know he wants to. But he never does, he's going to make you hold out until the very last second. Yunho marvels, "You're not close already, are you? You've been such a tease, you better hold on until I come first, baby."

He fits a third finger inside then, slick with his spit. It's not necessarily his touch that is pushing you over the edge this fast, it's the combination of it all; the teasing, his voice, the look he had in his eyes, the fact that his cock is still hard in his pants and he pays it no attention so he can continue to whisper mean words in your ear. Yunho knows all too well how to break you, and even when he's done that he refuses to let up, just so he can have his fun. As if this, having you shake and writhe in his arms is what gets him off, when he could have you wrapped around his cock instead.

"Yunho, please, fuck me."

"Don't be greedy," he spits. "You'll take what I give you."

[mingirn]

high voltage when we kiss

jeong yunho x reader

synposis: it’s the summer after graduation, and you’re waiting for his call

genres: fluff, smut, crack, a little angst

warnings: friends to lovers, college!au, jock!yunho, smut, handjob, dry humping, dirty talk (minimal), yunho calls reader doll, gender!neutral reader, mentions of sex, cum, kissing, it’s pretty sweet tbh

word count: 8.8k

You had never thought about how loud mornings can be in the middle of undisturbed nature - the birds, the insects, the wind blowing through the trees - it's all like a song, sweet symphonies playing for whoever is there to hear. It seemed sometimes like the world was too loud, threading on forward in those moments when you can't do anything but listen. And listening is the sole thing you felt like you'd been doing since graduation. Laying in bed every day, prying your window open to gain any sort of relief in your stuffy room, and spending the entire days of your summer break by doing absolutely nothing, just laying, listening to the sounds outside. School had been out for two weeks, and the summer had officially started, for better or for worse.

Better: waking up late, no homework, no annoying classmates, no shitty cafeteria food, no jumping on your bike at ass o'clock in the morning to rush to school.

Worse: no Yunho.

It had been 15 days and 22 hours since you had seen or spoken to him last. On the last day of school the classes gathered in the auditorium for the summer run out: a tradition in your sleepy town where for the last day of school, the graduating classes would run out and throw your diplomas into the air, stupidly truistic tradition. Despite the heat Yunho had been dressed in a white dress shirt and matching black pants, you had remembered every detail. Thin white fabric wrapped around him, hanging onto every muscle and being a stark contrast to his skin that had started to tan from the summer sun. He had rolled his sleeves up, folded just above his sharp elbows to reveal his toned forearms. Yunho had become much more muscular towards the end of the semester, an intense year of being on the schools' football team had done his already broad physique well. It’s not like you hadn’t been aware, not like you hadn’t been stealing little glimpses at him for months now. You’d mapped his body out in your mind, committed each muscle to your memory. Yet, he seemed more irresistible than ever, sat there in a fancy shirt that had looked so pristine you knew his mom must have bought it new for him for this occasion only. It was a far cry from the regular t-shirt and hoodies you had seen him wear, and an even more ludicrous comparison to the roughed-up football uniform that had been his staple. He looked beautiful, surreal levels of handsome, and you hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. You had sat two rows behind him in the auditorium and kept sneaking glances at his wide shoulders every time he leaned over to whisper to one of his friends. You had noted the irony of your thoughts in combination to the setting - perhaps the rapidly approaching and wildly inappropriate thoughts you were having was something that should happen anywhere but within academic walls. Though, that was part of the thrill too, and when you had watched Yunho get up to accept his diploma you had imagined him whisking you away to the bathroom after the ceremony and the same legs that had carried you up to the podium for your own diploma would later be shaking, struggling to hold yourself up all because of Yunho.

Either way, 15 days and 22 hours were too much.

You had known Yunho for about a year, which had been a painfully short time in comparison to the years you'd both attended the same school without ever crossing paths. It hadn't been until last year that you'd gotten to know him. Perhaps it wasn't really surprising, you and Yunho were from completely different friend groups. Yunho was a handsome, outgoing, funny guy, one of those people that were always in the company of at least 5 friends, surrounded by laughter. It was intimidating, he was a jock, carrying the prestigious position of quarterback along with being co-captain. There wasn't a person in school who didn't know who Yunho was, he was cool, simply put.

There are tired clichés that make their way into every single school; the unspoken hierarchies of the popular kids and the ones who are not. Your school didn't escape this, but Yunho didn't fit into that type of cliché. He was kind, humble even, one of those guys that were sweet to a fault. Maybe this had been where the appeal came from, the way Yunhos selfless nature seemed to extend beyond even his own reach, surrounded him like an invisible halo. You had fit in somewhere under him, if the social hierarchy were to be described accurately. Not really popular, not really an outsider, you just got on. You had your set of steady friends, your own blanket of security found, and school was normal. You were focused on your studies and the steady approach of graduation had you spending more time doing homework than you had patience and capacity for. You only had one single class in common with Yunho that he spent in the back of the classroom, quiet and focused, effectively missing you in the jumble. Therefore, you and Yunho rarely crossed paths.

It would be this difference that would bring you together though, surprisingly.

It was a Friday, another football game had been put on by the school and you hadn't really had any plans of attending. Sports were as far from your interests as anything could ever feasibly come, and it's not like you'd gain anything by suddenly attending one game after having ignored them for the past years, but your friends had differing opinions. The differing opinion was your friends' new boyfriend, who was an outside linebacker. So, regretfully, you and your friends had all been dragged to the game on account of accompanying your lovestruck friend.

It wasn't up until this point that you had really, truly paid attention to the schools' football team, Yunho included. You knew them all from seeing them in the hallways and sharing sporadic classes with a few of them. You'd seen their faces plastered on posters in the halls, you just hadn't been interested enough to learn their names, figured you wouldn't need to when graduation was soon to come. So far you'd luckily escaped having to gain any knowledge of the team members, except for San who had asked your friend out three weeks ago, and was the reason for her newly acquired interest in the schools' sports.

It was a warm afternoon when you took your seat in the stands, settling down next to your friends. You'd purchased a coke in the cafeteria to keep you cool, but it stayed mostly forgotten once the cheerleaders came out on the field. You couldn't deny that it was entertaining to be here - the ambiance was just different. It reminded you of the annual fair, those late nights you and your friends had spent in the Ferris wheel and in the bumper cars, stuffing your faces with cotton candy until you felt sick. It got your blood pumping quickly, the joint surroundings of people packed close together and the dizzying summer heat made the air feel charged. The sickly sweet smell of cheap cafeteria soda and slushies filled your nose, you could still recall it, etched permanently into your memory. The cheerleading team had been good, the stands filled with loud cheers and you'd stood up to clap when they'd tumbled off the field. When the players finally came out and the game started you'd be lying if you said you had understood much of anything. You cheered when the crowd did, and you gathered who San was from your friend pointing him out, but that was about it. So far, you thought, the cheerleaders had been way more tantalizing than the game itself. You could practically hear the people behind you hold their breaths when the fall would fly across the field, and then the jarring erupting screams when it would be brought over the line, just as the commentator would yell "touchdown!". It was far too much to keep up with, even worse so when you knew you had algebra sitting at home waiting for you, the deadline approaching threateningly fast. 

Then, your focus had landed on one of the players in specific. A handsome, tall boy with dark hair and even darker eyes. His jersey was decorated with the number '23' and he seemed to be one of the star players, because you noticed the way the crowd cheered every time he caught the ball, and the even louder cheers when he would take off running with it. Your friend, the one with the boyfriend, had noticed you eyeing him and leaned over to talk to you.

"Jeong Yunho, quarterback." she had said simply, and you got the hint. The boy, his name was Yunho.

You felt like the game ended quicker than what you'd assume was usual, which wasn't on account of a newly grown interest in the sport, you hadn't watched the game much at all, but you had guessed your schools' team must have won. At least, it seemed so by the way your friend had run onto the field after the final buzzer and threw her arms around San. Rather, the game had felt short because you had been stealing glances of him, Yunho. You had tried to be casual, had felt foolishly embarrassed by being so taken by a literal stranger, but you couldn't help yourself. He was charming, moved over the field as if it was the most natural thing to him, threw himself headfirst into anyone in his way, and seemed to catch the ball in the most impossible ways. Granted, you didn't have much of anything to compare him to, it was your first game and you understood as much as you would have had it been presented to you in hieroglyphs, but Jeong Yunho just seemed like he owned the entire stadium, as if he could have played the game lonesome. He was just so distracting, the looming height of him, and even from the stands you'd been able to see the size of his hands as he gripped the ball, and the way his legs seemed to go on for miles. He seemed straight out of a movie, too good and too beautiful to be true. Had he been walking your halls this entire time?

It was silly, absolutely unreasonable, to think this highly of a boy you'd never once spared a thought before. You'd chalked it up to the booming atmosphere, nothing more than an illusion brought on by the palpable energy in the air. That had been it; stupid, illogical teenage pheromones.

After the game you had bought a milkshake and sat with your friends, waiting outside the football field and watching the crowd leave. Your friends started to leave too, one by one, as their rides arrived. In the end, it had just been you and your friend left, you promising to keep her company until San would come out of the racks. Your milkshake had started to melt under the heat that seemed to be near-permanent, and you watched the beads of condensated water run down your cup.

It wasn't long before the door to the racks swung open, and the team started to pool on out, freshly showered and changed. Your friend waved San over and he started to jog towards you, waving his arms in the air to her. It was stupidly cute, watching your friend and her new boyfriend. You had half a mind to tease her for how sickeningly sweet she was all because of him until you had noticed one of Sans friends coming up after him. Yunho, the quarterback.

Your heart felt like it was beating somewhere in your throat, choking you up, when San and Yunho came up to where you and your friend were sitting. San picked your friend up and spun her around, and you just sat there, feeling awkwardly small. Yunho laughed and made kissy sounds towards his friend. Fuck, he was funny, he was charming. One of those people who can effortlessly fill space.

"Alright," your friend had declared then. "We're gonna leave now. I have to be home before 9."

You cringed, completely and totally. How could she leave you here now, how could she take off with San and just leave you here with Yunho? She was a damn traitor, horrible deceiver, and she’d have to hear all about it on Monday morning.

Your friend turned to you then and spoke again, "Get home safe, yeah? Bye!"

You wanted to flip her off, wanted to pull her aside and beg her to let you come with, but all you could muster out was a quick 'bye, see you'. And then she was making her way to Sans car, his arm slung around her shoulder.

And Yunho had stayed, stood in front of you. He seemed the total opposite of the aggressive, confident player you had seen on the field as he stood quietly and shoved his hands into his pockets. His bag had been hanging off of one of his shoulders, and he was dressed in a casual sweater and shorts. His hair had been wet, sticking to his forehead, and you could smell his shampoo all the way to where you sat. It had been dizzying, all of it.

"Um," he began, clearing his throat. "Do you know if the cafeteria is still open?"

Your imagination had been running wild trying to envision what he would sound like when he spoke but nothing was as good as the real thing. Your heart fluttered at just the sound of his voice, it was deep and quiet, he sounded sweet and you wondered if he was the type to get loud when he was excited. A big booming laugh, maybe. Or was he the type to giggle sweetly and cover his mouth with his hand? Maybe both. Your brain was racing, trying to imagine it all, as you also tried to stay present in the moment. Stupid, absurd, nonsensical teenage infatuation.

"No, it's closed now."

"Shit. I really wanted one of those milkshakes. They're good, right?"

He nodded to the milkshake in your hand. It was soupy now, having melted completely.

"Yeah," you started. "I mean, I haven't had one here before. It's my first game. But you're right, uh, they're good."

Yunho laughed at that, and sat down next to you.

"I thought it was your first game, I've never seen you here before." he said. "How was it?"

"It was good." You fumbled for an answer. You didn't really want to admit that you had no clue about if the game had been good or not, you didn't want to make it obvious that you hadn't understood a single thing about it. Figuring that you need to say something more in order to not sound like a total loser, you add: "You did great, by the way."

"Were you watching me?" he said, and you could tell by just the sound of his voice that he was smiling. You dared a look over to him, finding him smirking at you. Something came over his face then, and he cocked his eyebrows at you just a little bit, as if he was teasing you.

You swallowed hard, but decided to take the bait.

"It was hard not to." you mumbled, and it came out a lot less confident than you would have liked it to.

Yunho, thankfully, laughed. One of those laughs that ends in a snort. It didn't feel like he was making fun of you, and you had breathed out a sigh of relief. It had all felt too good to be true and you felt drunk off of nothing but the brewing atmosphere. It was 8:38, in the parking lot of the schools' football field and somehow it felt as if the most romantic location on earth. The heat laid over you like a blanket and the sky was starting to turn into a hazy, golden pink.

"Thank you though, for the compliment on my performance."

"Of course..." you said, and things got quiet for a minute. You could feel your heart pound against your chest, sitting there next to the star quarterback, his bare thigh visible in the corner of your eye.

"Do you need a ride or do you have one?" he asked then. You'd gotten a ride from your friend, foolishly enough, so your bike was at home.

"You've got your license?"

"Yeah," he had smiled and pointed to a motorcycle parked just a few feet away from you. "Got it as soon as I turned 18."

Memories came flooding back to you then, of the breezy spring morning you'd heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle make it's way up to the school's parking lot. You'd just seen the jacket in the school's signature colors, confirming that he was a jock, and at the time it had been a bit of a surprise. Most of them drove Chevys or Pontiacs and you'd seen jocks roll up in Mustangs, but he had come to school the day after his birthday, fresh off his license, on a low Yamaha cruiser. You remember how stupidly small you had felt on your old bike when you had seen the way the jocks had gathered around his new motorcycle to gush at it.

You remembered it vividly, but you hadn't known it was him, that it was Yunho. Now, the prospect of getting to ride on Yunhos revered cruiser feels like something pulled straight from those movies they'd show late at night at the drive-in theatre.

"So how about that ride, then?" he asked you again.

"I don't have one, but-" you stopped, and looked over at Yunho who was still smiling. "You're not like, weird or dangerous, are you?"

"You'll just have to find out."

You threw your milkshake away and Yunho had walked you to his motorcycle. He had let you wear his helmet and told you to grab the holds on the back of his bike, then he had taken off with you sitting behind him. It didn't take long to get to your house, and Yunho had told you goodbye with a big smile on his face before he drove off. The steps up to your house had felt like you were walking on clouds. 

Since that evening you and Yunho had been friendly with each other, you would speak in the halls and he would drive you home after the games. He had even asked you to stay behind a few times, told you to buy him a milkshake from the cafeteria while he showered in the changing rooms, and you'd spent hours talking in the parking lot behind the football field. When you had to sign up for new classes at the beginning of the last semester you ended up having some classes together. It had been so easy, growing closer to him, talking to him as if you'd known him all your life.

It all toed the line of friendship, always somewhere close to flirty between you two but undoubtedly just friends. He was just so stupidly, obnoxiously sweet, the way he befriended you so fast and fit you into his life as if you had been missing from it before. You remember the night you’d heard the sound of his bike roar outside your house, and then the knock on your window that had followed after it. Yunho had climbed all the way up to your window and insisted that the effort was all just so he could copy your homework. You had been in your pajamas and he had pinched your thigh, told you how cute you looked and all but pestered you into giving him the answers for the homework, until he had disappeared out your window again. He had only lingered for a moment, kissed your cheek, and then he jumped off the windowsill.

To Yunho, you were just friends, but your feelings didn't seem to be aware, and suddenly you had fallen head over heels for Yunho. Looking back on it, you think you had been falling from the very first night.

He had promised to call during the break so you could do something together. It's hot in your room, a summers morning and his words ring even hotter in your head. "I'll definitely call, I'll miss you too much." In the warm summer air you sit in your bed, and briefly wonder if he's real or just a hallucination, a daydream or fantasy of sorts. It's easy to believe, now that you haven't seen him in two weeks.

He hasn't called yet, and it's been two weeks.

Perhaps it was too good to be true.

The day slips by easily, it's like a dream with a sequence of scenes. A scene of you in the shower, trying especially hard to push away thoughts of him being there with you, another scene of you in the kitchen, preparing dinner, another scene of you in the garage trying to fix the broken tire on your bike. The last scene, laying in bed at 8 pm with your eyes closed, just listening. The footsteps, the crickets, the birds, the wind. And suddenly, the phone.

"Hello?" you ask, breathless, pushing the black cord phone to your ear. Your phone is sitting on your desk and above it there is a mirror, and you catch yourself trying to fix your messy hair, as if he could see you. You don't even know if the person on the other line is him, but you wish it is, and you're literally making yourself look good for him, as if he could see you anyways. You're a fucking dumbass.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

It's him, it's absolutely him. You purse your lips, steadying your breathing, trying not to smile but it creeps onto your lips anyways. You watch yourself in the mirror, and swear you can almost see your heart beat through your chest.

"Same as every day, nothing."

"You wanna go swimming? At the quarry?"

"Absolutely."

"I'll pick you up at 12."

"Okay." you agree softly, leaning towards your desk.

"See you then."

It's over fast, he hangs up first. You're still smiling into the receiver.

He pulls up to your driveway with a groggy hello, a sunny smile still on his lips despite the fact that he sounds tired. Yunho is dressed in one of those old band t-shirts that he’s cut the sleeves off himself. His hair is.. different. At first, you can’t put your finger on what it is about it, he always looked nice to you, but you notice after a while that he has pulled it back. He'd slicked it back with something and this is the first time you’ve ever seen his hair styled, apart from the day of graduation when he confessed to you that his mom had helped him tidy up his hair. He looked handsome, he looked cool, and it was a big change from how he always looked in his football uniform or the casual sweaters he would wear to school.

It was just a few minutes after 12, so the sun hadn't hit its peak yet but it was still warming up everything it could reach and you could feel it burning on the back of your neck. The summer heat was unforgiving, and had you not been so mesmerized by this new look of Yunhos you had likely been worried about the uneven sunburn you’d most definitely acquire.

The sun loomed over you as he drove. You had faint memories of the first time he drove you home that night, comparing it happily to the present day. It seemed eons away from you now, the nervous mess you had been when you had sat behind him that first night. Instead of holding onto the handles, your hands would now always find their way around his waist and on longer drives you would lean against his back.

He drove past a small forest where an opening hid behind a gathering of trees, and it was quite tricky to get his bike through it, but Yunho had always found that he was quite determined for success when he hung out with you. He parked his bike alongside a little trail and you only had to walk a few seconds before the trees cleared up and you stood above the quarry. The drop wasn't too high, it varied between the highs and the lows. You’d jumped off of all heights more times than you could count, grown accustomed to the initial adrenaline-filled scare of plunging into the water below. More than that, the view here was beautiful. The water down in the quarry reflected the cloudless sky and laid peacefully between the walls of rocks.

You laid the helmet down on the ground and placed your bag down too, preparing to spread a blanket over the ground for you and Yunho to lay on when he turns to you and gives you a small smile. Then, he promptly yanks his shirt over his head, taking off without so much as a warning, jogging towards a low point in the cliffs and diving without a bit of hesitation, the only proof of him still being around is the pile of his clothes on the ground and the splash that echoes through the quarry seconds later. You suck in a breath, rattled by the seconds you'd been given for yourself, standing up on the cliffs. It's a welcomed relief that Yunho has already plunged in, that you wouldn't have to stand here and act casual at the sight of him shirtless. You can practically feel your head buzz now, feeling stupidly empty at the same time as your body starts to move by itself, kicking your shoes off. You feel heady, distracted by the thought that down in the water Yunho swims, skin bare and exposed underneath nothing but sun and air. You hear him yell from underneath as he emerges from the water, calling your name, shouting for you to get down. Your hands are already working on ridding yourself of your clothes, stripping down to nothing but your swimming clothes.

You'd come to learn, through your friendship with Yunho, that there are three versions of him. There's the Yunho that would roam your halls, the same Yunho that tackled players on the field and shouted incomprehensible instructions to gain a sweet win, that Yunho that wore the number 23 between his shoulder blades, the Yunho that girls and guys alike would fawn over. The second Yunho is your friend, this big and dumb friend of yours who offers his kindness as if it’s second nature to him. A friend who forgets your differences, who pulls you into his arms before 8 am class and ruffles your hair when you pout over homework, who calls you late at night to wish you sweet dreams and whispers your name into the receiver as if it’s a secret, as if shares it with you. A friend, ”what’s yours is mine”, and what are you - if not his? The third Yunho is the one you dream of, the boy you’d fallen in love with somewhere along the line. The Yunho whose hand lingers a bit too long around your waist, who leans over and whispers jokes into your ear for you to hear only, the Yunho who kisses your cheek and promises your parents that he will have you home before dinner. The Yunho you could see yourself being with, who - in your dreams - kisses you sweetly, holds your hand when he takes you out to dinner, who fucks you like he loves you, and sometimes like he wants to ravage you.

Yunho, is an amalgamation of all this. Falls somewhere between it all, in all his ingenuity. Most of all, Yunho is a thousand times too good for you. You’d be lucky to have even one version of him, you sometimes find yourself thinking you’d be granted the highest award if he only had acknowledged your existence. But he’s here, with you, calling your name, wanting you down in the water with him. And how could you ever compare? What are you, in contrast to this six-foot-plus jock built on nothing but muscles and unwavering kindness?

It’s been building in your stomach for a long time, the thick and swallowing fear that you’ve acquired someone too good. That one day Yunho will wake up and realize the mistake in ever walking up to you after that game, that he will cross you out and regard you as a regret, and fill your place up with someone else. Now, as you stand here up on this cliff with the same sun that burns him prickling at your skin it feels all too real. Having to jump down there, bare yourself to him and trust that he’ll still like you after it.

You wish and you want.

Fuck it, you think, and you jump.

The cold engulfs you startingly, and then pleasantly, like your body has been aching for this. In warm summers heat, this feels like heaven. You relish in it a moment before you resurface and feel the way your hair sticks to your face, which you hastily try to shove away. Yunho laughs at you and all you can do is splash water at him, which - much to your dismay, causes him to laugh even louder.

"You don't want to start that!" he laughs. If only to spite him, you do it anyways and after splashing him once he shows no mercy in doing it back.

There is no calm after the storm. Yunho splashes water back at you, pulls you close to him, and dumps handfuls of water right over your head. The tug of war of merciless shoves and breathless laughs all becomes melody bouncing off of the water, and in this moment it feels like there’s no one else in the world except you and him. In the water with him the worries disappear, wash away with the waves you create or perhaps floating somewhere in the air, left behind when you’d flung yourself off the cliff. Yunhos hands tug you close, wraps his arms around you and swirls you around in the water to make you laugh. There’s no hesitation when he touches you (no disgust), just love, just kindness, just Yunho.

You’re both still laughing as you make your way up the cliffside again, and there are soft giggles leaving your mouths even as you lay in the grass on top of the cliff point. You’re on your towel, he’s on his, and you’re just frying under the sun, the dizzying scent of nature making your head spin in a welcoming way.

Yunho lays beside you, eyes closed, his breath is even, and if it wasn't for the occasional glances he’d steal of you it would seem like he was asleep. It's lulling, all of it. Him, summer, the sun, the sounds. Sometimes the world can be loud and you can enjoy it. You feel calm, a need to be quiet as if any sound would disrupt the beautiful song nature was singing to you, but then you find yourself yearning to hear his voice.

"Is this all you do?" you ask quietly, your lips barely moving as you speak. Your eyes are closed and if he moved next to you, you wouldn't know. He hums.

"Yes, in summer," he says with an exhale. You then feel him shift next to you, laying on his side to face you. "I lay around at home all day, sleeping mostly. Play ball with the boys sometimes, but they’re all mostly away for vacation. Except for San, and I know you can guess what he’s busy doing."

Yeah, you can guess what San is busy doing. Your friend, most likely.

”So I wasn’t your first choice then?” you smirk, teasingly.

”Not my second either.” he teases you back. ”Mingi was busy today too.”

”You’re horrible. So cruel.” you say. It’s still just teasing, nothing but a game of push and shove. You decide to crack an eye open to look at him. Yunho is closer than before, kind of leaning over you but still keeping his distance. His lips part and he lets out a jagged breath, eyes darting to your lips. If he was thinking of a retort he seemed to be in no rush to say it.

It would be so easy to kiss him right now, just curl your hand around his neck and pull him down only a few inches, that’s all it would take. You’d find yourself thinking about it more often these days; kissing him, that is. Yunho is an affectionate person, the type to sling his arm around your shoulder in the halls and the type to lean in close when he’s laughing. A few times you’d had lunch with him at school and he had absentmindedly laid his hand on your knee, drumming a little tune with his fingers on the exposed skin of your leg. He’s so effortlessly affectionate that you hadn’t even noticed when you’d begun thinking about him kissing you. It must have been somewhere between the milkshakes and the rides on his motorcycle, and now that you’ve started it seems you can’t stop.

Yunho thinks for a moment and he gathers himself, closing his lips and swallowing loudly.

"You were my first choice. I should have called before, I know it took me some time, but-" he begins, shaking his head in some sort of disbelief at himself. ”I just had some things to think about.”

It’s not what you expect him to say. You’d expected a fumbling attempt at a comeback, for him to poke his long finger into your side and say that you’re a big meanie for calling him cruel.

"Yunho, it’s okay," you say. ”It’s really okay. We’re here now.”

When you speak you can see his eyes following the movement of your lips, and you wonder if he wants to kiss you as badly as you want to kiss him. There is a strange form of intimacy trapped in his gaze, thoughtful and curious but intimidated too, like he fears what you will do to him. As if he fears your impact on him.

Your heart beats like a drum and you fear that Yunho will hear it. The sounds of nature you had heard so clearly a moment ago feel infinitely drowned out now, it's just the sound of your heart, his breaths, his lips parting.

He reaches his hand up to hold your face, fingers coming to rest gently on your jaw. He graces his thumb over your bottom lip. This is his invitation- he’s asking, can I kiss you? Can I do more? Do you want me? You press your lips to the pad of his thumb, an act of granting him permission. Kiss me, it means, I want you too. He brings his face down but the hold on your face persists, and finally, he connects his lips to yours. Time is unreal, intangible, and incomprehensible, but one thing you are sure of: it can stop. Time stills when Yunho kisses you, the singing birds pause their songs, the trees stand still, waiting, allowing you this moment.

It’s embarrassing how eagerly you kiss him back, moving your hands up to the back of his neck and letting him kiss you deeper than you’d ever expect for a first kiss. Yunho opens his mouth just barely, letting his tongue come out to stroke your bottom lip and when you open your mouth to give him the permission he licks eagerly against the tip of your tongue.

Yunho is a good kisser. He kisses you as if he wants to swallow you up entirely, this passionate need and gentle push for more, more, more. His fingers card through your hair and he leans further down, hovering above you now. You can feel his chest press against yours, his skin has dried from the heat and is pleasantly warm from the sun. It’s mindboggling, truly world-turning, all of it - how you’re kissing the boy of your dreams, and he’s so beautiful, and he’s making these small little sounds against your mouth. He sounds so delicious, the little ’mmh’s that muffle against your lips, eagerly, as if he’s been wanting nothing but to kiss you. You swallow every moan of his, match them with your own.

His hand moves from your hair and then trails his finger down your neck where he splays out his fingers entirely. His long fingers wrap loosely around your neck, not to apply pressure or cut your air supply, but just to feel. Then he surges in closer, kissing you deeper than before and feeling with his fingers the way he stops your breath with just his kiss.

He pulls away a little and a breathy laugh plays on his lips. He’s cocky, loves the control he has over you after so little. His hand still lays on your throat, and within seconds he’s replacing it with his lips. He kisses over your neck, dragging his tongue over your skin and leaving open-mouthed kisses down your jugular. He lays his tongue flat against your neck, right beneath your jaw, and your mind reels with the knowledge that he can probably feel your pulse quicken underneath his tongue.

It’s scary, the way it takes over your body. The sounds he’s making pools deep in your belly, ignite you from the inside.

"Baby.." he moans, and it's the first time he’s ever called you anything but your name. You don’t know what to respond - can’t, not like this - so you pull his lips to yours again. He groans into your mouth, parting his lips and like this you can shove your tongue into his mouth. You don’t know how to kiss him properly, far too unfocused to pull yourself together, just desperate to get any taste of him on your tongue. He smiles, fucking smiles, against your lips and moves his leg over your body to hover above you completely.

Your hands wrap around his neck and you arch your back against him, the skin of his stomach touches yours, feels like it catches on fire. Every touch of his skin sends waves of electric sparks through your body. He’s so feverishly hot against you, it feels overwhelming.

Yunhos hands roam over your body, large palms sliding down your sides and cupping at your hips, feeling up your chest. In contrast, he kisses you sweetly, as if he’s trying to be gentle with you. It’s hard not to indulge him when his hands are so soothing, lulling you in to be at his mercy. You focus on kissing him back carefully, smoothing your lips against him passionately and leaving small, teasing licks against his lips, trying to tell him with every kiss that you’re so fucking in love with him. One of his hands settles around your waist, wrapping around it to bring your middles closer together, and his other hand travels up your body again to wrap around your throat again. He doesn’t push it, just simply rests it there and massages the skin with his thumb, simply holding you in his hands.

Yunho grunts once, fumbling with the hand at your waist and trying to adjust the way he’s hovering above you, when you feel his hips press down into yours. His hipbone presses into your stomach, and then there’s the rolling warmth of his hips, and then - him. Yunho is hard, he’s big, and you can feel it press into you. Your bones feel like fucking liquid once you realize that he’s growing harder as he tries his best to pull away from you, desperately trying his best to stop himself from rutting against you.

You sprawl your hands across his back then, digging your fingertips in his shoulders to pull him down, closer. One of your hands travels down his back, feeling the way his defined muscles move underneath the pads of your fingers. You wish you could stop everywhere, splay your hands over him and feel your way over every little bit of skin, but you don’t have time now. Yunhos hard cock is pressing into and you want him, want his hands on you or his cock inside you. Anything, whatever, you’d be good with anything as long as he just stops holding himself back. Your hand comes down to his ass, and you push intently into the plush skin to get him to move.

”Fuck,” he gasps out, breaking away from you to take a second to collect himself. His chest heaves with how heavy he’s breathing but he still speaks. ”Is it okay? I mean, do you want this to stop?”

”No,” you blurt, voice broken. ”No, Yunho, don’t stop. I want more.”

He swallows hard, a small smile playing on his lips, and the hand at your waist travels lower. He connects his lips to yours again, all but crashing onto your mouth. He’s quickly learned what you like the most, like when he swipes his tongue along the roof of your mouth or the way he teases you by not letting you drag your tongue across his. He uses everything he’s learned about you and teases you with it, as if he’s determined to drive you crazy. It wouldn’t take much, you feel mad already, feel like there’s tension pulled chords strung across your entire body waiting to snap at any moment.

You love being able to touch him, to feel your hands on him. He’s warm underneath your touch, his body is soft and lean, beautifully shaped by all of the hard work he’s put into his sport. You don’t know what you’ve done to deserve him like this, but it’s probably not the time to question it.

He allows himself to rut against you this time, small and slow movements that does nothing to appease the growing ache that’s building between your legs. He’s fucking teasing, whether it is on purpose or not, but it works. You feel yourself growing even needier, meeting his rolling hips with your own movements. His dick is pushed against you perfectly, pressing into your own core with every pull of his hips. You can feel the warmth of it even through the layers of swimwear, it’s too much, but also way too little.

You whine into his mouth, small little moans that he swallows up with every kiss. At once, he drags his hips down forcefully, pressing his dick directly into your crotch and when you gasp out a whining moan Yunho smiles against your lips. He’s enjoying this, you realize, he gets off on getting you needy.

You can’t take the teasing anymore, so you slide your palm down the front of his body, ignoring the way you feel your fingers tremble a little, and then you begin to untie the string of his swim trunks. He groans when he pulls away from you to watch your hands work his shorts open, and he’s panting heavily now, shallow breaths causing his toned chest to rise and fall. It’s awkward when you try to tug his shorts down, he even reaches down to help you, but it doesn’t matter once Yunhos dick is free. He hisses through his teeth once the air hits his cock and it bobs down, hitting your hand.

You try your best to steady your breathing as you reach out to place your fingers around him. As soon as you make contact with his cock his hips thrust into your fist, a slow stroke that forces out an embarrassing whine from him. His head falls heavily against your shoulder, eyes closed, hot breath hitting your shoulder as he tries to focus on keeping calm.

Yunho is big. Tall like a mountain with long legs and big hands, broad shoulders, thick thighs. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that his cock is as big as the rest of him, but it makes your head spin nonetheless when you feel the weight of him in your hand.

His mouth opens now, as you gather the small amount of precum at the tip of his dick and spread it across his head. The first few pumps of your first are slow. You tighten your grip on him, listening for the way his breath gets faster when you get to where he likes, and then you quicken your pace.

”Shit, that’s good, feels so good.” he coaxes you when you get the pace just right. He bites down on your shoulder once, gracing his teeth along your collarbones and pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses up your neck. Each little kiss feels like a ’thank you’ when he pushes his lips against your skin, and then he captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

It’s even hotter like this, the way he struggles to kiss you back fully as you pump your hand over his dick. He grunts into your mouth, breathing out shallow ’ah’s that go directly to your crotch and you find yourself clenching your legs around him. It seems like something snaps in Yunhos head then, the realization that you’re just as needy as he is, and he wants to make sure you get your pleasure too. He pulls away a little, adjusting his hips to the side so that he can slot his leg between your thighs. Your hand is still holding his cock, and when he pushes your hips down on his thigh to make you understand his intent you squeeze your hand around him in surprise.

”There you go, doll.” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your lips. ”Be good, hump my leg while you touch me.”

Yunhos words ring heavy within your skull and you nod back at him, mindless and desperate from just the way he orders you, the way he lets himself over to be used for your pleasure. You start to rut your hips against his thigh in a few awkward movements to find where it feels good, and then settling into a steady pace. You find a good rhythm, snapping your hips up to drag yourself over his toned thigh at the same time as you stroke him. Yunho rocks his hips ever so slightly too, determined to help you feel good and meeting your hand around his cock at the same time.

”Right there,” he murmurs. ”Feels so good, don’t stop, please.”

His face contorts, twisting from the pleasure, and somehow you’ve never seem him look so beautiful. Is it normal for men to be so beautiful? To you, he is. The most beautiful man on earth, especially now as his mouth falls open and his eyes screw shut, all because of your hand on him.

Yunhos hand digs into your hip, fingers pushing so hard you think he might bruise you, leave his mark on you for the next few days. He flexes the muscles of his thigh against you with every slow drag of his hips and you find yourself getting close embarrassingly fast. If nothing else, just the way Yunhos hands roam over your body to try to find purchase is enough to send you reeling. His hand follows further down, wrapping around your thigh and pushing into your flesh, pulling you even closer to his thigh. He seems determined to get you off, and that fast. Wants you to come undone for him just like this, from nothing but his thigh and his wandering hands on you.

”Yunho,” you whine. He opens his eyes as soon as he hears your voice, eyes finding yours instantly.

”Yeah?” His voice is rough and hoarse, sounding just like it does when he comes off the field after an intense game. It makes you feel powerful, the way he’s as worked up from your hand around his cock as he is on the field.

”I’m- Ah, I’m getting close, are you..?” The words are shaky as they leave your mouth. You don’t really have to ask, because you feel the way tremors travel through his dick, twitching in your hand at just the words.

”I’m close too, baby, just a little more, yeah?” He leans down to kiss you, cradling your face in his hand. Yunho was nothing but your friend just moments ago, and though you’ve never known him to be anything but sweet it still feels too good to be true in this moment. He holds you close, traces his thumb over your cheekbone at the same time as his cock dribbles precum into your pumping hand, and it���s all just unreal. His eyes hold yours, looking at you as you start to unravel, as if you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, as if he needs to see this in order to push over the edge himself.

”Yunho, please-” you whine, and you’re not really sure what you’re begging for. It’s just so intense, all of it. He’s looking at you as if you’re the only thing he’s ever loved, as if you’re the most precious thing on earth. You can feel the way it physically tugs at your sternum, settles like hot, warm lava in your chest, some warm and heavy feeling that spreads from limb to limb. This overwhelming love and overwhelming pleasure, pooling and building, threatening to snap at any second.

”Yunho, can I- please, can I cum?”

”Fuck, yeah, yes, cum- gonna cum too, gonna cum with you,” Yunho splutters around the words, rushing them out as he bucks his hips faster into your tight fist, pushing up against your core when he feels your hips start to shudder. It’s all it takes for you to come, clenching your eyes shut despite the way Yunho seems insistent on keeping eye contact, feeling the way your orgasm washes through your body in waves. You’re riding your high when Yunho cums too, moaning your name in jagged breaths as he spills warm, wet cum into your hand. You can feel his heart beat against your chest, and you feel it mirrored in the tip of his dick, pulsating as his cum releases over your hand.

Yunho slumps over you, sticky and sweaty skin sticking to yours as he catches his breath for a second. His thumb still rests on your cheekbone, large hand palming your face. You breathe in, feeling the way your lungs fill with fresh air, mixing with the scent of Yunhos shampoo and sweat. It should probably feel a lot weirder, to lay here with your best friend draped over you, feeling his dick soften against your hip and his cum drying on your hand. Somehow it’s not, not strange or weird or even uncomfortable. Yunho kisses lazily against your neck, and you love him so much your heart feels like it’s too big for your chest.

"Baby," he says, and you hum. He pulls away a little, watching the expression on your face. There are stupid, dopey smiles on both of your faces. "Are you good?"

"So good." you breathe heavily, almost laughing, and it makes Yunho smile too. "Thirsty."

He sits up promptly, climbing off of you to reach over and get a lemonade from the cooler he has brought. He cracks it open for you and when you sit up you make the movement to reach for the can, but he stops you. Instead, he brings it up to your lips and boldly keeps eye contact with you as you take sips of the beverage, gulping it down. He takes a few sips too, and you can feel the cold drink wash away the heat, clearing your head. You sit there for a moment, tasting the lemonade in your mouth, wishing you were tasting his instead. You just watch him, and somehow he’s even more beautiful than he’s ever been before.

"I'm in love with you." you say. Yunho smiles, and he giggles as sweetly as he did in your very first conversation.

"Me too."

[mingirn]

ateez: titles

notes: titles that the ateez members would use in bed!

warnings: d/s dynamics, dirty talk, objectification, degradation, dom!reader, sub!idol, sub!reader, dom!idol, mentions of spanking

hongjoong

dominant:

sir - he doesn’t seem like the type to like daddy. mostly because the name comes with a role that he doesn’t really care to fill, so sir is a perfect alternative. he expects you to be polite, to thank him for everything he does and top it off with a ”sir”.

master - he resorts to this rarely, and it’s only for certain types of play. he’s more likely to call himself this than for you to call him it, ”want master to take care of you?”

owner - it’s similar to master in the sense that it’s only used in certain scenes and moods, but hongjoong always wants you to make sure he owns you. catch him off guard and tell him he’s your owner during regular things like dinner and you’re in for it.

submissive:

sweet boy - honestly, put any affectionate term before boy and he’s happy. pretty boy, good boy, your boy, he loves all of it.

pet - again, goes hand in hand with his sense of ownership. he’s absolutely obsessed with the idea that you two own eachother and he wants to be yours as much as you’re his. he doesn’t care for an exact role, doesn’t really consider himself a puppy or a kitten so pet is perfect.

little one - you need to catch him in the right mood for this one. he doesn’t really care for comments on his size, but when he’s needy and you call him your little boy he’s gonna whine and nod, telling you that he’ll do whatever you want.

seonghwa

dominant:

master - this would be his preference. he wants you to use master for him whenever he’s dominant and it’s his default title that he expects you to use always. you’ll get into trouble if you forget to thank your master for how good he’s making you feel.

mommy/daddy - he doesn’t care much for daddy, but if you like it then he’ll happily be called that. but, if you catch seonghwa in the right mood and call him mommy you can expect the night of a lifetime. he can be so delightfully cruel, almost sadistic, as he contrasts it with ”don’t you like what mommy’s doing to you?”.

seonghwa also seems like the type of person to be turned on when you call him ”your majesty” or ”your honor” even when it’s jokingly. it wouldn’t be a frequent title, but call him this as a joke and it’s not gonna be long before he’s got his mouth on you.

submissive:

angel - seonghwa just wants to be good for you, when he’s submissive his goal is to be whatever you want him to be. he loves it when he knows he’s serving you well, and when you praise him with sweet terms he melts.

toy - he likes this, but not in the degrading way. he doesn’t want to just be an object to you, instead he wants to make you feel good that you swear you don’t need anything else, just him. he loves it when you’re moaning and screaming, calling him your perfect toy.

kitty - he seems like the type to not really be into petplay overly much, but when he gets needy enough he’ll love it when you call him your little kitten. pair that with the way he keens into your touch, rubbing his face into your hand when you reach out for him, and you’d see how he fits this role.

yunho

dominant:

sir - yunho doesn’t seem to be the kind of person to care much for honorifics in bed, he doesn’t really think much of this kind of play. sir is a good option then, but he doesn’t have any strict rules about it. he doesn’t expect you to use it constantly, and it’s not something you two use outside the bedroom. however, if you sneak up behind him one day and mutter something about ”you look so good today, sir” then yeah, he’s gonna need to take you right away.

big boy - overall yunho isn’t really dominant, i see him as a service top, but i think that you can push him to be dominant if you want him to be. call him big and strong, tell him he’s your big boy and that you want him to ruin you and he will.

submissive:

puppy - sweet, dumb yunho. he’s not really into puppy for the petplay aspect, it’s more about the fact that he’s your big, sweet puppy. he likes when you make him feel like he’s big and stupid, and if you call him pup while he’s on top of you he’s gonna rut desperately into your thigh.

good boy - yunho lives off of praise. much like with puppy, he just wants to know that he’s yours and that he’s being good for you. call him good and you’ll get him to do absolutely anything. when he’s doing extra well, call him your best boy and he will quite literally melt.

baby boy - again, he just wants to be yours. yunho doesn’t care a lot about the aspects of ownership, but if you call him your baby boy he goes absolutely dumb.

yeosang

dominant:

mister/master - yeosang doesn’t seem like he’d overly into the aspect of ownership or strict d/s dynamics, but he loves the feeling of having your respect. he loves knowing that you look up to him and see him as powerful. if you sneak up behind him and whisper something about how ”mister looks so good today, just want him inside of me”, he’s not gonna take any pity on you.

daddy - again, it’s not about the ownership or him settling into a role. he can be a caregiver, but it’s not his main role. he still likes it when you call him daddy though, especially when it slips out when he’s fucking you. he just likes knowing that he makes you feel so good that there’s nothing else than ”daddy, daddy” on your mind.

sir - yeosang likes this, and he likes it even more when he doesn’t have to ask you to call him it. if he’s spanking you and you’re counting and you let a ”thank you, sir” slip he’s going to reward you right away. while sir is a title that makes other members rough, yeosang slips into a soft dom when you start thanking your sir for making you feel good.

submissive:

sweetheart - there’s just.. something about it. he likes it especially much when you’ve got your hand on him, stroking him at a torterous pace. whisper ”are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” in his ear and he cums right away, fucked stupid by just the thought of being your sweet boy.

baby boy - it’s simple, but it gets to him. yeosang doesn’t seem like the type to really be into degradation, so sweet pet names for him is what he’s gonna prefer. baby boy is something you can use to get him to submit for you, crawling up next to him and say that you want to play with your baby boy and he’ll do anything you ask.

prince - this always makes him feel like the most important thing in the world. it makes him feel like he’s all you can see, like he’s your perfect little prince. he gets really shy when you call him this, burying his face into your chest.

san

dominant:

owner - san wants to own you, fully, wholly, completely. it’s one of the thing that gets him off the most, the fact that you want him to own you and that he’s the only petson who can make you feel like this. he owns your body.

daddy - san might be the one of only people of them all to like the role of a daddy, as your caregiver. he wouldn’t like to be confided to only this role, but in certain moments he will love being your daddy and making you feel like the most precious person on earth.

san is also a person who gets turned on when you jokingly use titles for him. things like king, boss, god, master, lord.. it all gets to him, as much as he hates admitting it. if you let out a ”yes, boss!” when he orders you to go drink a glass of water during the day he’s gonna feel his cheeks heat up. he just loves being your superior.

submissive:

toy - san loves being your plaything, he loves knowing that you want him and him only. he’s into a little bit of objectification, and you can tell him that you need to use him as your toy and that he isn’t allowed to talk or touch, he just needs to let you use him.

brat - for the most part, san is a good boy. or, he swears up and down that he is. but san has a bratty side, and he likes acting up to get you to react and punish him. he will giggle deviously when you spit out ”brat” at him, but he loves it nonetheless.

pretty boy - he wants to be called this no matter if he’s being good or bratty, he just likes knowing that you think of him as pretty. call him this enough times and eventually he drops the bratting, and submits into being good for you.

mingi

dominant:

mingi doesn’t really cross me as a dom, and if he happened to be in the mood to dom you he wouldn’t care much for titles. similarly to yunho, he might like things like ”big boy” that puts an emphasis on how much bigger and stronger than you he is. he’d much rather hear dirty talk and get praised, as opposed to having titles.

submissive:

doll - mingi loves being your little doll, he loves feeling like he’s the apple of your eye and like you want to take care of him. when you call him your doll, and pair it with a compliment (pretty, handsome, beautiful) he goes completely lax.

prince/princess - just like with doll, mingi loves the feeling of being pampered. he loves when you call him prince(ss) while you’re kissing him all over, running your hands up and down his body and promising to take care of him.

pet - this plays into mingis need for ownership. he likes letting himself over to you, letting you make his decisions and be his dominant. he doesn’t care enough to pick a role (kitten, puppy) but he wants to be your pet. it’s not a constant role for him, but he loves being on his knees and getting ordered to hump your leg while you call him your pretty pet.

wooyoung

dominant:

woo also doesn’t really seem like the type to care much for strict titles, but in comparison to mingi it’s not because woo isn’t dominant, it’s because woo is such a confident dominant that he simply doesn’t need them. he might order you to call him ”sir”, and he will fuck you harder if you let a ”daddy” slip, but he knows he’s your superior even without the titles.

just like san and seonghwa, wooyoung also gets turned on when you jokingly use a dominant title for him. he’s far less bashful about it though, and uses it against you. ”what did you call me? did you just call me boss? you like that, you want me to boss you around, hm? you want your boss to fuck you, baby?”

submissive:

brat - wooyoung is a brat. plain and simple, he’s a fucking brat and calling him anything else would be a lie. that doesn’t mean he really likes it when you call him this though, because you’re calling him on his bluff. he will sneer at you, telling you that he’s not being a brat, you’re just not domming him well enough. it still gets to him though, and when you pull harshly on his hair and spit out ”don’t be such a fucking brat” he feels himself twitch at just the words.

whore/slut - this is in part becaude wooyoung likes degradation, and likes the feeling of you being mean to him. but, he also likes the feeling of being this much of a whore, just for you. when he’s not bratting he still wants to hear what a good slut he can be for you.

baby boy - if you ask wooyoung, he thinks he should be called this all the time. he doesn’t care if he’s bratty, he still thinks he deserves to be called your baby boy. but he knows he needs to be good to earn your praise, so often enough he will be good to get you to call him this.

wooyoung also seems to be the type to like things like darling, sweetheart, honey, angel and love.

jongho

dominant:

daddy - jongho seems like the only member to really want to fall into this role. he loves feeling like someone depends on him, and he would love the control he’d have over someone if he was their daddy. he’d expect you to call him this constantly, and if you use it outside of the bedroom too he’s going to feel drunk with power.

sir - yes sir, thank you sir, ”feels so good, sir”. jongho doesn’t even want you to call him his name, he expects this out of your mouth at all times and if you don’t thank your sir for letting you cum he’s gonna slap your ass until you remember it.

submissive:

precious - jongho loves, loves knowing that you see him as the most beautiful, angelic, precious thing on earth. he gets so shy when you praise him, tell him how handsome he is and how precious he is.

my love - honestly, pair anything with ”my” in front of it and he’s golden. he loves being yours, loves being good for you and knowing that you’re proud of him. what gets to him the most though is the contrast of the loving names at the same time as you let him fuck you fast and hard.

[mingirn]

fantasy

jeong yunho x reader x song mingi

synposis: mingi and yunho give the reader a lap dance

genre: suggestive

warnings: lap dance, strip tease, mingi and yunho can be read as sub brats or doms

word count: 1k

Mingi is the one who picks the song, soft and slow with a heavy beat and sultry melody, booming lightly through the room. It’s sweet, almost pitiful, his methodic selection, as if he’s been thinking about this, planning it out, just waiting for the moment. Yunhos hand on the back of your neck feels like confirmation, unspoken assurance, the quiet comprehension that it’s been worked out between them. Yunho dims the lights, Mingi picks the music, and you - you sit, waiting.

There’s a slight stumble in Mingis first step, careful and slow towards you, he’s buzzing with nerves and you can see his chest rise and fall under the plunge of his vest. It’s almost torturous, the leisurely steps he takes to close the distance between you two, hips already swaying lightly with the beat. Yunhos hand still rests on your neck, thumb and index fingers pressing, keeping you in place, forcing you to look. He doesn’t have to, it’s a near impossibility to even entertain the thought of looking away from Mingi right now.

Stepping in front of you, Mingi keeps a hint of distance, enough to allow him to drop down slowly as he swivels his hips. He stops for a moment, taking just a few seconds to look up at you from where he now is, between your knees, right where you like him. He knows it, revels in it for just a second, then straightens his knees and arches his back in his ascent.

”Isn’t he pretty?” Yunho asks from beside you, leaning down to whisper it in your ear and to press a haste kiss at the junction where your jaw and ear meet.

You suck in a breath, gasping, almost hissing through your teeth. ”He’s gorgeous.”

It’s difficult already, to keep your sanity when Mingi rolls his body just inches away from you, little vest sliding higher with the tilt of his hips, teasing you with the sight of his exposed skin. It’s already punishing, yet Yunho is also on par to join in, and you know already that keeping sane is a losing bet.

Smoothing down his sides, Mingis big hands slide down and curve around the round of his hips. He’s teasing you with it, splaying his fingers over his thighs and moving to the music, taunting you quietly. You can’t touch yet, he muses, just watch. Mingi leans down, hovering threateningly close to your face yet not touching, not stealing kisses, not speaking. Long, deft fingers stroke down his chest where the small vest isn’t hiding away his skin, and once he’s sure your eyes are on his trailing fingers he pops the top button open. He waits for the sound of your breath hitching to open the next one too, and then another, then the next, until there’s only one button keeping the material stretched over his waist.

Caging your thighs with his, Mingi sinks down now, planting himself in your lap. His hips still swivel, dragging over your thighs and pushing his chest forward, rolling his entire upper body against you. The brush of his chest against your shirt is killing, another dent made in your composure.

Yunhos fingers slide up then, combing through your hair until he digs harshly into the crown of your head, tilting your head back with the hold he’s got on your hair. Cruelly, you feel Mingis lips then, dipping in swiftly now that your eyes aren’t on him to tease you with a few frenzied kisses down the column of your throat. They’re granting you privileges in tandem; sight without touch, sensation without comprehension, delightful kisses without return, all of it so achingly close, just beyond your grasp.

Once Mingi has had his fill Yunho releases his grasp, letting your head fall back down in a mindless bobble as you search for Mingi somewhere in the haze. It’s tantalizing, fucking tormenting, this game they’re playing with you. Still perked on your lap, Mingi stills and sets his purchase here, just as Yunho traces his finger along the line of your shoulders.

In the soft hums and beats of the music, Yunho is all-consuming, drowning everything out and filling your senses with his astute presence. Where Mingi is playful and teasing, often lighthearted and timid in his actions, Yunho contrasts as cunning and devious, looming over intimidatingly as he makes you anticipate him.

He steps around you, taking place behind you to rob you of the foresight of his actions. It makes you heart speed up, little breaths coming out faster when you feel Yunho push himself up against your back. Even without the privilege of seeing him you know, you feel, the way his hips move behind you. Then, his hand wraps around your throat, long fingers pressing down ever so slightly to feel the way he’s rendered you breathless already, and you can feel the rumble of his chest as he chuckles condescendingly, rolling his hips into your backside.

”We haven’t even touched you,” Mingi mewls, attempting to steal your attention from Yunho. ”You’re already so worked up.”

Yunho makes his way around both of you, teasing touch still on your shoulder until he fits himself up behind the boy on your lap. Yunhos hands slide down Mingis chest, pushing the front of his vest open. He’s teasing you with the sight of Mingis skin, flushed with embarrassment and the haze of his growing lust.

”Our pretty boy, hm?” Yunho coos, directed at you. ”You want to touch him so badly, don’t you?”

”Yes, yes. So bad,” you breathe out, needy and desperate already. Mingi arches against Yunhos hands, squirming under the touch. Making his way down, Yunhos hands find the last button of the vest. Quickly, swiftly, he pops the last button open, slowly dragging the material off of Mingis body.

”I know you wanna touch him,” Yunho murmurs above you both. ”But you’ll have to be patient, wait until we’ve finished, hm?”

”Sit back,” Mingis voice is sweet, a pretty smile on his lips. ”Let us strip for you. Let us make you feel good.”

[mingirn]

MINGIRNS MASTERLIST !

INFORMATION;

here you will find information about my writing, such as the genres i write and some information to keep in mind when reading my work.

[s] smut

[f] fluff

[a] angst

[sug] suggestive

[c] crack

most of the things i write will be gender!neutral readers unless stated otherwise. i also don’t write any specific bodily details, to keep the reader neutral and for your imagination.

FICS;

ATEEZ

hongjoong

+ close enough [s]

seonghwa

+ hands all over pt. 1, holding you in places my sight can’t reach pt. 2 [s], [a]

+ sweet touch [s]

yunho

+ high voltage when we kiss [s], [f], [c]

+ hard to disguise as nothing at all pt. 1, feel like losing control pt.2 [s], [a]

+ fantasy [sug] ft. mingi

+ after dark [s], [a], [f]

+ want some more [s]

+ short of breath, short of time [a]

san

+ the way you taste [s]

+ pretty and slow [s]

mingi

+ you won’t be alone (i’ll carry you home) [a], [f]

+ affection [s]

+ fantasy [sug] ft. yunho

+ echo it loud [s], [a], [f]

+ only lovers alive [a], [s], [f]

wooyoung

+ nightdreams [a]

STRAY KIDS

bang chan

+ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do (for you) [s], [f]

lee know

+ trust a feeling that stays [s], [a], [f]

+ heavenly [s]

jisung

+ pretty, cute, feisty [s]

SCENARIOS;

ATEEZ

+ titles [s]

+ giving you head [s]

+ things about you that turn them on [s]

+ verbal [s]

TAG DIRECTORY;

here i will list some tags that you can use as a directory for finding something particular.

general tags for asks/reblogs:

# [💌] mail

# [✉️] mail

# [📖] recs

# [☎️] anon

# [☎️] tagged

my textpost tag:

# [☄️] speaks

tags for my writing:

# [🗒] mine

# [🗒] atz fics

# [🗒] atz scenarios

# [🗒] atz drabbles

# [🗒] skz fics

# [🗒] skz scenarios

# [🗒] skz drabbles

ateez works:

# [📎] hongjoong

# [📎] seonghwa

# [📎] yunho

# [📎] yeosang

# [📎] san

# [📎] mingi

# [📎] wooyoung

# [📎] jongho

stray kids works:

# [📎] bangchan

# [📎] lee know

# [📎] jisung

other tags:

+ all sub!ateez

+ all sub!skz

+ all dom!reader