#Yunho smut

[ateezscupid]

─── Into It - PT.2 ♡

SUMMARY / Yunho made it clear that he only saw you as a fan he could hookup with whenever he wanted, so you dropped all contact with him, even though it hurt like hell.

warnings ✩ SMUT, A LOT OF ANGST, DOM/SUB dynamics, hurt with no comfort (beginning), unestablished relationship (situationship basically), idol!yunho, atiny!reader, yunho was an asshole in the flashback, switch!yunho, switch (dom leaning)!fem reader, humiliation, choking, reader gets a little rough, unprotected sex, hate sex

word count ✩ 3,71K

tags ✩@desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @lezleeferguson-120 @hwallazia

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST

NOTE !! Part two to Into It (PT.1) also, unrelated, which do yall prefer me use? "come" or "cum", because i use the terms interchangeably!!

"Tell me," he says, "How many posters of me do you have at home?"

His voice kept ringing in your head, no matter how hard you tried to forget. The question was like a knife twisting in your heart, a painful reminder of your naivety.

"It's just a little fun. You're not actually into me, are you?"

It wasn't just a "little fun" to you. You had actually fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker. But Yunho, the heartthrob singer of your favorite boy band, had made it abundantly clear that you were nothing more than a conquest to him. Each time he'd texted you, the butterflies in your stomach had taken flight, but his words had always come crashing down like a storm.

"You're just another notch on my belt, and you're acting like this is something special."

Did he really mean that? You felt like your entire world had crumbled around you. The walls of your bedroom seemed to close in as you stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. You had been so blind, so stupid to think that someone like him would see you as anything more than just a fan.

You reach for your phone and unlock it, opening the messages app and staring at his contact. You told yourself you'd block him, but you couldn't get yourself to do it. Instead, you scrolled through the messages, each one a stinging reminder of his coldness, his arrogance. But amidst the hurtful words, there were moments of sweetness too, the kind that had kept you hooked. The way he'd called you "his little secret," the gentle way he'd kissed your forehead, the times when he'd held your hand in public, allowing you to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was something more. But the reality was stark and painful. He was playing a game with your heart, and you were the one getting played.

He didn't even text you after you stormed out that night, and weeks after, you still hadn't received a single message. The silence was deafening, but it was also freeing. You began to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart, gluing them back together one by one. Each day, the pain lessened a little more, and you started to realize that maybe there was a reason why it had to end.

But what would happen if…he did text you? God, you knew you'd be quick to text him back. Just one more time, you'd tell yourself, just to see if he'd change his tune. But you didn't want to go through that emotional rollercoaster again. You took a deep breath, bracing for the inevitable. And then you hit block. The feeling was strange, like cutting off a limb. But it was done. You had officially closed that chapter of your life.

The next morning, after your all-night crying session, you went to get some coffee from your favorite cafe that was only a few blocks away, and you didn't mind walking. The cool breeze brushed against your tear-stained cheeks as you stepped outside into the early dawn. The quiet of the deserted street was a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind. You had made up your mind; you would move on.

You walked in and the barista, a girl named Mina who knew you by name, greeted you with a smile. "The usual?" she asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the puffiness around your eyes. You nodded, trying to put on a brave face. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and for a brief moment, you felt a sense of comfort.

"You look like you had a rough night." she chuckled trying to lighten the mood, and you just barely smiled. "You doin' okay?"

"No." you gulp. "Yu- um, a situationship I was in ended pretty…badly."

Mina's eyes softened, "Oh honey, I'm sorry to hear that." She paused before speaking again, "But maybe it's for the best, y'know?"

"I guess." you murmured, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "I really liked him though, and he kinda acted like I didn't matter to him."

Mina nodded sympathetically as she handed you the cup of coffee. "Well, you're worth more than being someone's "situationship". You're amazing, and you deserve someone who's going to treat you like it."

You took a sip, letting the warmth spread through you. It was a bit too bitter for your taste, but today it somehow felt fitting. "Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

As you turned to leave, a man walked into the cafe. He had on a beanie and a mask, so you couldn't really make out what he looked like. But something about the way he held himself seemed familiar. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as he approached the counter, and you found yourself frozen in place, watching him. It couldn't be, could it? But as he took off his mask to sip his drink, your heart skipped a beat. It was Yunho.

Your first instinct was to run, to hide, to avoid the pain that seeing him would surely bring. But instead, you found yourself rooted to the spot, your eyes glued to his every move. He looked up and met your gaze, and for a brief moment, it was as if time had stopped. His eyes widened in surprise, and you could see the recognition dawn in them. He didn't look away.

No. No, you weren't going to do this. He told you straight to your face that you were basically just a toy to him! You gulp and force yourself to turn around and walk out, but your legs felt like lead. You could feel his eyes on your back, and your heart was racing so fast you could hear it in your ears. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You couldn't believe he had the audacity to show up in the same cafe where you had just confessed to moving on from him.

You tried to walk as fast as you could. You looked back, he wasn't there. You decided to slow down. Maybe he didn't see you. But as you took a step, you heard the bell on the door jingle. You turned around and saw Yunho standing there, looking at you with a mix of surprise and something else, something you couldn't quite place. Your heart hammered in your chest as he started to walk towards you.

He took his mask off and rushed toward you. Instinctively, you turn and rush off. Just make it home. That was all that was on your mind. But as you stumbled down the street, the sound of his footsteps grew closer. Panic began to set in. You didn't want to deal with this. You didn't want to talk to him.

"Y/N!" He yelled and you refused to answer, speed walking away from him. You didn't know how he recognized you, but the sound of your name on his lips made you want to crumble.

You quickened your pace, the sound of his sneakers slapping against the concrete echoing in your ears. The early morning light cast long shadows and the cool air stung your eyes, making them water. You couldn't tell if it was from the cold or from the tears threatening to fall.

"Y/N, please!" Yunho's voice grew more urgent as he followed you, closing the distance between you. You could hear the desperation in his tone, but you didn't dare look back. The ache in your chest grew with every step, but you couldn't let him see you cry again. Not after everything.

"Y/N-"

"What, Yunho?!" you finally snapped, whirling around to face him. Your voice was shaky, betraying the wall of composure you had so carefully constructed around your fragile heart.

He stopped in his tracks, panting slightly from the chase. His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you thought you saw regret. But it could have just been the shadows playing tricks on you.

"I'm sorry," he said, the words hanging heavily in the air. "I didn't mean any of those things. I was just…scared."

"Yeah, right." The words spilled from your lips, thick with skepticism. "You expect me to believe that? After the shit you said? You basically told me you only talked to me for sex!"

"Okay, I get you're mad but keep your voice down, I'm still an idol."

"Maybe you should've thought about that before using me for my body and then degrading me while you were balls deep in me!" You shot back, your voice rising despite his attempt to hush you. The anger you'd been holding onto for weeks bubbled over, and suddenly, you didn't care who heard you. You didn't care about the stares from the few early-morning pedestrians or the way Mina was peering out the cafe window with concern etched on her face.

"Y/N, please." he says, his voice a whisper of desperation, his eyes pleading. But you're done with his games, done with the hurt. "Don't."

You inhale sharply and looked behind you. "In my apartment. Come on." You didn't know what you wanted to do once you were there, but you knew you didn't want this conversation out here.

The walk back was tense, each step echoing the unspoken words between you. As you unlocked the door and stepped inside, the silence was almost deafening. You turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest, creating a barrier between the two of you.

Yunho's eyes scanned the small apartment, taking in the posters of his band plastered across the walls, and the various merchandise scattered around. He looked at you, his gaze lingering on your face, and you could see the turmoil in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held up a hand to stop him.

"No. You don't get to speak." You spat, the words cutting through the thick tension like a knife. "You had your fun, and now you're sorry? You're only saying sorry because you know I could ruin your career!"

Yunho's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "That's not it." He protested weakly, but you could see the truth in his eyes.

You pointed to the door, "Get out." The tremor in your voice was clear, even to you. "You don't get to come into my life, mess it up, and expect me to just let you back in!"

He took a step towards you, his hand reaching out as if to touch your arm, but you jerked away. "Y/N, please, let me explain." His voice was low, almost pleading. But you were done with explanations. You were done with his excuses.

"You don't care about me, Yunho! You never did!-"

"Thats not true! Fuck, can you just shut up and let me explain?!" He was desperate now, his voice rising slightly. His hand hovered in the space between you, trembling slightly.

You looked at him, really looked at him, and realized that maybe he was telling the truth. But it was too late. The damage was done. "You had your chance, and you threw it away," you whispered, the anger draining out of you, leaving only a cold emptiness in its wake.

He took another step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I know I did," he said, his voice hoarse. "But I want another chance. I like you. Fuck, not even like, I was obsessed with you and I still am! I just-"

You held up your hand, cutting him off. "No. Just no. I can't do this again. It's not good for me, and it's definitely not good for you."

"Y/N, please. Please, I'm sorry. Fuck, I am! I'm serious! I miss you so bad, it hurts!" Yunho's words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity, but the doubt remained, a stubborn knot in your stomach.

You swallowed hard, the taste of your own bitterness still lingering in your mouth. "Miss me?" You echoed, trying to keep the skepticism out of your voice. "You didn't even bother to text me after."

"I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to make things worse, and I was…I was struggling with other shit and everything piled on and I was overwhelmed and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not reaching out, I'm sorry for not communicating, I'm sorry for acting like your feelings weren't valid!"

You felt a flicker of something, a spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he was sincere. But the doubt was still there, a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach that seemed to grow with each of his words.

"I've been obsessing over you for the past weeks and I couldn't get you off my mind! Not being with you made me realize how much you actually mean to me!" Yunho's voice broke, and you could see the raw vulnerability in his eyes. And before you knew it, he was…crying?

You felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe he really did mean it. But the hurt was still too fresh. "What do you want from me?" You asked, your voice cracking.

Yunho took another step closer, his hand still outstretched. "I want us to start over. For real this time. No more games, no more bullshit. Just you and me, figuring out if there's something here that's worth fighting for."

You felt your resolve wavering, the walls around your heart cracking at the sight of his pain. But you knew you couldn't just let him back in without making him understand the depth of his mistake. "What's changed?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

You felt his hand on your cheek and almost immediately melted into his touch, but you knew you had to be strong. "What's changed?" you repeated, your voice shaking.

Yunho took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I realized that I was an idiot. That you're not just some fan I can use and throw away. That I actually care about you, deeply." His thumb traced the line of your jaw, his eyes searching yours for any hint of forgiveness.

"That I…I love you."

The words hung in the air like a declaration of war, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. Your heart thudded in your chest like a drum, the beat echoing in your ears. Love. The thing you had hoped for, the thing you had been too scared to admit to yourself. And here it was, spilling from his lips like a confession torn out of him. But was it enough? Could you trust it after everything that had happened?

For now, you pushed it to the back of your head and pulled him down, smashing your lips onto his. The kiss was desperate and painful, a silent apology and a plea all at once. You felt his arms wrap around you tightly, pulling you closer to him as if trying to meld your bodies into one.

You led him to the couch and threw him down, crawling on top of him and kissing him once again. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could somehow merge your bodies. You felt his hands on your hips, his grip tightening as the kiss grew more intense. You could taste the desperation in his mouth, the fear of losing you forever. And maybe, just maybe, you felt something else too.

You wrap your hand around his neck and bite your lip, pulling away and smiling. "Fucking joke." you smile a bit, moving your hips back and forth on top of him. "Gonna let me use you?"

Yunho's eyes widened a bit in surprise, but he chuckled. "Always," he murmured, his hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly, his thumbs pressing into your skin. The heat from his touch seemed to spread through your entire body, igniting a fire that had been dormant for weeks. You lean down and kiss him again, your tongue darting out to trace the seam of his lips.

You giggle, moving to undo his belt buckle. "But, I want this to be different." You whispered, your voice filled with a mix of hope and challenge. "I'm in charge now."

You sit up and undo your own jeans, pulling them off and throwing them on the ground, You push your panties to the side and straddle his lap, his eyes going wide with surprise. He had never seen this side of you, the side that takes control. You lean down and kiss him deeply, feeling his hands tense up before he relaxes into your embrace.

You pull his pants down a bit along with his boxers, revealing his erection. His eyes are on you, filled with a mix of lust and surprise. You smirk and lean down to kiss the tip of it, making him gasp. This was your power now. You had control, and you were going to make him beg for it.

"Say it." you look up, squeezing his cock a bit. "Say you love me."

Yunho's eyes searched yours, his chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. "I love you," he murmured, the words coming out with a raw honesty that made your heart skip a beat. You felt a warmth spread through you, a feeling you hadn't experienced in weeks.

"Say it again," you lift your hips, pressing his tip on your clit.

Yunho's eyes glazed over with pleasure. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much."

"Yeah?" you smile, moaning softly when you lowered yourself onto him. "Prove it."

He groaned as you slid down, taking him inch by inch. You felt his hands grip your hips as you started to move. It was a slow, deliberate pace, designed to drive him wild. His eyes never left yours as you set the rhythm, the early morning light filtering through the blinds and casting a warm glow over the two of you.

The both of you readjusted so it was easier for him to thrust up into you, and you felt your walls tighten around him. You leaned down, pressing your forehead against his. "I missed you too, Yunho." The admission was a whisper, the first crack in the dam of your anger.

"I-I missed you s-so much," he stammers, his eyes fluttering shut as you start to ride him with increasing intensity. His hips meet yours, thrusting up to fill you completely, the sound of your bodies coming together echoing through the quiet apartment. The friction is delicious, setting your skin alight, and you can't help but moan out his name.

"I bet you fucking did." you choke him again, leaning back and watching him as he starts to pant and moan, his hips bucking up to meet yours. You felt a thrill run through you, a heady mix of power and pleasure. This was what you wanted, what you needed from him.

"You love my pussy, don't you? Couldn't find anything better, right?" You taunt, your voice dripping with a mix of anger and desire. You lean back, arching your back to give him a better view of your bouncing tits, your breath catching in your throat as he fills you up.

"Fuck, yes, baby," Yunho groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as he picked up the pace, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, your body responding to his touch despite the words still stinging your heart. "Your pussy is the only one I want, t-the only one that feels this good."

"You bet your f-fucking ass it does," you panted, grinding down harder onto him, your nails digging into his shoulders. The pain melded with pleasure, a heady cocktail that was intoxicating. You leaned down and whispered in his ear, "But remember, you're mine now. Only mine."

"Y/N-" he gasps. "I-I'm clo-"

"Shut up." You push him further into the couch, feeling his cock throb inside you. "You don't get to come yet." You lean down and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip gently before pulling away. You could feel his body tensing, the muscles in his arms and thighs straining as he tried to hold back.

You start to ride him faster, your walls tightening around his shaft with every stroke. His eyes are locked on yours, the desperation in them making you feel alive again. You lean back, watching the play of emotions on his face as you bring yourself closer to the edge. You want to feel him lose control, to know that you have this power over him.

"P-Please, baby," he whimpers, his voice strained with need. "I-I can't hold on m-much longer."

"Oh?" You smirk, increasing your speed, watching his face contort with pleasure. "You're going to cum for me, Yunho. And you're gonna say it."

His eyes roll back, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. "Y/N…I'm gonna…cum," he chokes out, his body shaking.

You lean down and whisper in his ear, "Cum for me." It's a command that sends him over the edge. You feel his warmth fill you up as he groans your name, his body going rigid beneath yours. The sound sends you spiraling into your own orgasm, your nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes screwed shut as you let out a cry of pleasure.

For a moment, you stay there, both of you panting and trembling, bodies still joined. The intensity of the moment lingers, and for a fleeting instant, you believe that maybe, just maybe, he truly does love you. But the doubt is a persistent thorn in your side, reminding you of the pain he's caused.

"I love you so much," Yunho whispers, his voice hoarse and filled with emotion as you both come down from the intense climax. You lean your forehead against his, your breaths mingling as your hearts race together. The warmth of his body feels like a blanket wrapping you up in a cocoon of safety, but you know better than to get lost in this moment.

"I love you too."

[pixlpxie]

A trip to Paris will save lives

[daramgyu]

the way this changed my lifee

i actually had a full out mental breakdown over this fic in the way that ITS ACTUALLY ALL I FUCKING THOUGHT ABOUT FOR WEEKS

before reading this i was very much like ��oh im just a sub, i cant even FATHOM domming”….here we are now. im a switch (THANKS TO THIS FIC)

but i literally had a dream about yunho like the night i read this AND after i read it i kept seeing pictures of them like it was craaazyyyyy

Bingo [M] Pairing: Yunho x Fem!Reader + Wooyoung Tags: 10.4k, Fluff, Humor, Smut 18+ Summary: Wooyoung is initially shocked to learn about your day job because of stereotypical misconceptions but as you explain what it is you really do, he finds himself more interested than he would have ever imagined. 

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+, gentle BDSM practices, professional domme!reader, switch!reader, soft dom!yunho, switch/sub!wooyoung, unprotected sex (mxf), oral (f), guided masturbation (m), orgasm control (m), hair pulling (m), voyeurism, pet names, one domme handling an unruly dom playing sub and a newbie sub at the same time, yunho is a perfect bf, wooyoung is just a friend (now a closer one), woosan soulmates, language, lots of dick jokes, yunho monster c*ck wbk.

“You’re full of shit.”

Yunho shrugs with a light laugh, bumping his shoulder into yours. Across from the two of you, Wooyoung narrows his eyes at the feeling of being messed with. He sets his cup down and leans closer, looking side to side before meeting your eyes. 

“You don’t seem the type,” He says quietly, tilting his head in a way that’s fully intended to make you nervous. It’s cute, really. 

You hand your glass over to Yunho who looks delighted to witness whatever comes next. Leaning forward to close the short distance between you, though the table poses a bit of an inconvenience, you paint a pretty smile on your lips. 

“I didn’t realize you were an expert but I suppose you do look the type,” You tilt your head opposite of his, eyes dancing between his eyes and lips to taunt him. 

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[crimsonbubble]

me and the silly golden retriever boy I pulled by being a lil spooky

[everyonewooeverywhere]

MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED

DOM YUNHO HEADCANNON : USING HIS SIZE

pairing ✭ dom!yunho x afab!reader

content ✭ smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, name calling, a sprinkle of degredation

dom yunho masterlist

notes ✭ heyyyyyy. been a while since i've done one of these~

just thinking of yunho and his...size

he's the type to pick you up off the couch without a word and toss you into his bed. grabbing his shirt by the collar and lifting it over his head. leaving him in just his gray sweats that hang low enough on his waist that you can see the black waistband of his calvin kleins.

he smirks down at you from where you lay on your back in the middle of the bed, propped up on your elbows. looking up at him with those big lust-blown eyes that make you just look so fuckable. he can't help the way he grabs you by the ankle and yanks your body to the edge of the bed. stripping your out of this little pj shorts he loves so much, the ones made of light blue silk that are so short he can see the bottom curve of your ass and so thin that he can feel the warmth of your pussy against him when you sit on his lap.

he flips you over onto you stomach and lifts your hips up so that your ass is up in the air for him. your perfect, beautiful ass that just looks so good under his hands. it's truly a beautiful scene to him; your face buried in his mattress, your back arched to display your backside for him.

he loves just groping at your ass. spreading it wide so he can see the way your holes clench around nothing as if they're just begging him to fill them up, to fuck them raw, to make sure you end the night just dripping with his cum.

and fuck you raw he does. in every position imaginable in his bed. fucking your pretty pussy until you tell him you can't take it anymore and switching to your ass because he hasn't gotten his fill.

your moans are just the sweetest music to his ears. your desperate pleas for him to keep going, to stop, and to keep going again. until you're just so positively wrecked.

he especially loves to fuck you in missionary. because it means he gets to watch the way your tits bounce with every thrust, with every snap of his hips against yours. and he gropes your pretty tits constantly. leaning down to mark them with his teeth. with the way he looks down at you it's impossible not to feel just as sexy as he finds you. his lust filled eyes trace your every curve as his hands follow, feeling every inch of your skin as he fucks you senseless.

and god the way he talks to you. it's in complete contrast to the way he looks at you. it makes you feel so small, so insignificant, so...stupid. his words are hot against your neck, as his teeth graze your skin, calling you so many names: his little cocksleeve, his pretty whore, his dumb baby. he makes fun of the way you mumble and babble because you can find the words. your brain only filled with thoughts of him.

because you are his. he overpowers you in every way. and has the keys to your brain. he knows what makes you go dumb and turns you into just a pretty pretty sleeve for his cock.

[littlefireball]

ʏᴜɴɢɪ|[ᴍ]|ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ 

Perv!Yungi x 9th fem!member!reader

Warning: Smut|Threesome|Jealous Yunho and Mingi|Unprotected sex|Breeding kink|Creampie|Dom & Sub|Using of pet name|Make out|(hm…i forgot what else)

Summary: Coming back from a photoshoot, you know an inevitable battle is waiting for you…and you'd be the victim. 

Word count: 4.1K (sorry i wrote too much again)

(read YH – Dance Practice and MG – Deal with it first)

9th member AU

When you went back to the dorm, Yunho was already waiting for you in the living room, scrolling through his phone. His gaze flicked up towards the entrance hall when the sound of the front door opened. His eyes immediately locked on Mingi whose hand on the small of your back, a silent statement of claim. 

"Finally back?" He said, trying to suppress the jealousness. 

"Yeah…we–" your words were stopped by Mingi suddenly. 

"Yeah, had a little talk with y/n before we left." Mingi tightened the grip on your waist, your whole body tense. You nervously shot him a glance, cursing mentally. You knew Mingi was touching Yunho's nerves. 

"Yah?What did you talk about?" 

"Oh just–" 

"Oh, just some... interesting things that happened, you know." Mingi cut you off again. His tone was casual, yet there was a hint of amusement in his voice. 

"Interesting things?" Yunho repeated, his voice laced with sarcasm while he took a step forward. 

"Yeah, very interesting."

The air was thick with tension, the energy between the three of you almost crackling with electricity. Yunho's eyes remained fixated on where Mingi's hand was resting, his jealousy turning into anger as he saw the smug expression on Mingi's face.

"Something wrong?" Mingi feigned innocence, knowing damn well what he was doing.

"No…no…" Yunho took a step forward, his gaze tracing down the red mark on your neck. His fingertips slightly skimmed over it with a hint of possessiveness. "Your makeup is not removed cleanly y/n..."

Your pulse quickened as Yunho's fingers ghosted over the mark on your neck, the gentle gesture sending a shiver down your spine. He knew what that mark meant, he knew what Mingi had done, and his touch was a silent claim, a reminder that he was the one who had put it there.

"ah…hmm…yeah…" You managed to say, but no words came out. You could almost hear the jealousy in his voice, see the anger in his eyes as he looked at the mark.

Mingi's smile faded slightly as he saw Yunho's reaction, his hand resting on your waist still. 

"Looks pretty good to me," Mingi said, his voice low as he looked at the mark on your neck.

Yunho's eyes flicked to Mingi, the anger and jealousy evident in his gaze. "Yeah," he said through clenched teeth. "Looks really good."

The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as Yunho and Mingi exchanged a silent glance. Your brain was a mess. You were caught between them, torn between the two, wanting to diffuse the situation, yet unable to find the words.

Yunho's eyes returned to the mark, his jaw clenched as he fought back the wave of jealousy and anger that washed over him. "Looks like you had a fun time."

"Definitely had a good time." Mingi replied, his hand on your waist moving gently, caressing your skin beneath your shirt. 

"You're not exactly being subtle with that mark," Yunho said through clenched teeth, his eyes boring into the red mark on your neck.

Mingi just shrugged. "I don't have the need to be subtle. And neither do you, apparently." He pointed out, glancing at the numerous scratch marks on Yunho's arms and back.

"Those are different." Yunho's eyes widened for a moment, but quickly composed himself. 

"Are they? They look the same to me."

Yunho just nodded his head, his tongue pressing against the wall of his mouth. His hand traced down to your stomach, lower and lower, until stopped at your clothed clit. Your breath hitched in your throat as Yunho's hand moved down, your body reacting involuntarily to the touch. It was as if he was trying to make a point, to claim you in front of Mingi.

"Hey." Mingi's hand tensed on your waist as he felt Yunho's hand move downward, a warning. "Don't."

But Yunho ignored him, he palmed his large hand to cup your clothed clit. A soft whimper left your lips as he started to grind against it. "I guess this little cunt is full of someone's cum, huh, Y/N?"

Your eyes widened at his words, your face flushing red and your body tense. Mingi's grip on your waist tightened. "Watch it." But Yunho was too riled up to care. His gaze remained on your face. "Yeah, probably."

Mingi's hand slid up to your jaw, turning your head to look at him. "Look at me, princess." His thumb traced your lips, a possessive look in his gaze. "Don't pay attention to him."

"Don't pay attention to me?" Yunho repeated incredulously. Mingi ignored him but crashed his lips on yours, claiming you into a hungry kiss while sneaking a challenge glance at Yunho. 

"Mmph…!" 

"She's mine," Yunho blurted out, forcefully tugging back Mingi's collar. A pang of longing creeped in as their touch left at the same time. 

Mingi chuckled at the statement. "Is she now?"

"Damn right, she is," Yunho replied firmly, pulling you behind him and gripping your wrist tightly. 

Mingi raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't see your name written on her anywhere, dude."

"Don't need my name on her for it to be true"

Mingi chuckled again, his smirk widening into a smug grin. "No, but I bet I can make her say my name tonight." 

"Like hell you will."

"Oh, I will. I'll make her scream it." Mingi took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"In your dreams."

"We'll see about that." 

Mingi suddenly grabbed your shirt, tugging you away from Yunho's grip. He wrapped his arm around your waist, benting you down as he leaned down to bite hard on your collarbone. A yelp of pain-pleasure slipped past your lips as Mingi's teeth nipped at your collarbone, the red marks turning from light to deep. 

Yunho growled in annoyance. "Get your damn hands off her."

"I bet she's gonna love that." Mingi murmured against your skin, "Right, princess?"

Your face went bright red at his words, your body reacting involuntarily to his touch and his words. Despite the jealousy and possessiveness of both men, a part of you found yourself enjoying the attention, the way they were both trying to claim you, the way they were both fighting for you.

"I said hands off. Don't make me twice." Yunho warned. 

"Why? Can't stand seeing another man's hands on your girl?" Mingi shot back, not looking at yunho. He was too busy sucking and biting at the skin on your neck, trying to add more marks. 

Yunho gritted his teeth, his fists clenched. "You better stop before I make you."

Mingi just chuckled, his hand roaming under your shirt to tease and pinch your hip. "You don't scare me."

"Min…" You tried to protest and pushed him away, but you were too weak to compare this giant. His grip tightened, almost painful, holding you firmly to the place. 

"Shh…princess…you're enjoying this. Don't you?" 

"I…"

"Enough." Yunho's patient ran out as he saw Mingi's hand sneaking underneath your shirt. "Stop touching her."

Mingi just ignored him, his hands roaming over your body even lower until they rested on your hips. He lifted his head from your shoulder to give Yunho a taunting smirk. "No."

"Tsk tsk tsk… it seems that you are a deaf huh?" 

"Or maybe I just don't care what you have to say." Mingi chuckled, his tongue tracing down to your chest, swirling around your hardened nipple. You bit your lips to suppress the moan, didn't want to piss Yunho off more…although it was useless you could tell. 

Yunho's patient was reaching his limit. One more touch, one more word, and he'd snap. "I warned you."

Mingi just rolled his eyes, his hands finding their way to your bra, unclipping it with a flick. "Or what? You gonna punch me?"

Yunho's eyes narrowed as he saw Mingi undid your bra. "I'm going to do more than that," 

Mingi chuckled, completely unafraid of the threat as he pulled your bra off, tossing it aside. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try."

Yunho's hand suddenly grabbed your hair, yanking your head back. His face dived down to your neck, nipped and nibbling, leaving a wet trail on it. 

Mingi's smirk faded as he watched Yunho leave a trail of marks on your neck. "Hey—!"

Yunho didn't respond, his possessive side fully taken over as he continued to mark up your neck, his grip on your hair still tight. 

Mingi's eyes narrowed, his jealousy rising up again. He reached out and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

"Eyes on me, princess." Mingi said, his jaw clenched as he looked at your face. 

You felt torn between them, the two men fighting for your attention, your body, your everything. Mingi captured your lips in a rough and hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth while Yunho continued to leave marks on your neck, his teeth sinking into the skin, marking you as his. 

Yunho suddenly grabbed your hips to turn you around and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

With one hand he continued to mark up your neck, his lips trailing hot kisses and bites down to your shoulder. 

Mingi, not wanting to be outdone, moved his hands lower, his fingers teasing at the edge of your shorts.

"Watch it," Yunho warned, his tone low and dangerous. 

Mingi just sneered, "It's not my fault you're too slow," his fingers slowly tugging at the waistband of your shorts, slipping under the fabric to toy your panties. 

Yunho's grip on you grew almost painful as his jealousy spiked again. He pulled you closer to him, sandwiching you between his body and the wall, effectively cutting off Mingi's access to you.

Mingi's smirk faded as he was stopped by Yunho. "Hey, no fair. That's cheating."

"I don't play fair when it comes to what's mine." 

"She's not a thing, dude."

"She's not your girl either," Yunho shot back, his eyes narrowing. "So stop touching her like she is."

"And she's not yours either, you know." 

"She is mine, buddy. I marked her as mine. She's my girl." 

"Those mean nothing. I can mark her too, you know." 

Yunho's eyes widened in anger. "You. Wouldn't. Dare." He knelt down until his face was level with your core. He began to impatiently and roughly unzip your pants, wanting you to be completely bare in front of him.

"Yunho..." you panted out, gasping slightly as he tossed the article of clothing to the side, not caring that the material was tattered and ruined. He smirked as he looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire. "I'm going to show you who you belong to, once and for all, baby." Yunho said, his voice low and rough as he pushed your legs open.

Your voice, sounding like a broken record, strained to utter even the faintest of moans. Yunho's tongue roamed intentionally over all your sensitive spots, particularly focusing on your bud. Every time he lightly sucked on it, your body would tremble with pleasure, and he would let out a satisfied growl, relishing the taste of your juices on his lips. 

Meanwhile, Mingi's movements on you were even more intense, driving you closer to the edge. His fingers dug into your breast while he was sucking another. His tongue lapped up the red marks he made this morning, claiming you over and over again. They were both competing for you, both trying to be the one to make you moan louder.

Both of them seemed in sync, as if they had planned this beforehand. They knew exactly where to touch, where to leave a mark, where to tease and where to take it up a notch. Their movements became more precise, more deliberate, and more intense. If you tried to close your legs, Yunho would forcefully spread them further, holding them tightly, leaving red marks on your skin. If you attempted to struggle against Mingi's grip, he would bite down on your earlobe, your collarbone... anywhere he could reach as a warning.

They were pushing you to the edge, a cliff you were about to fall over.

"Ahh…no…I…god…" Your brain was clouded, unable to form coherent words, let alone speak. All you could do was moan and gasp, their touch and the overwhelming pleasure they were giving you making it impossible to focus on anything else.

Yunho pulled back from your center, his lips swollen and glistening with your juices. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding. He wanted your eyes on him, "Look. At. Me," He said with more emphasis, reaching up to grip your chin and turn your face towards him. 

Your gaze met Yunho's dark, intense eyes while Mingi took the opportunity to attack your neck, leaving more hickeys and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. He was marking you just as much as Yunho was, the possessiveness and anger clear in every bite.

"Say my name," Yunho repeated. He needed to hear you moan his name; he needed to know he was the one making you feel this way.

Mingi's mouth continued to explore your body, leaving no inch of skin unmarked. His kisses were hot, desperate, and aggressive, his need to mark you just as primal as Yunho's. 

"Say it," Yunho ordered once again. But before you could speak anything, Mingi brought his hand up to your face, his fingers hovering in front of your lips. "Open." He commanded, tracing your bottom lip with his fingertips before slowly pushing two of his large fingers into your mouth. His voice was low and commanding as he gave you another order. "Suck." 

Yunho raised your eyebrow, shooting you a warning glance when you obediently sucking Mingi's fingers. Mingi couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan as he felt your tongue swirling around his fingers, your teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. "Good girl." 

Yunho's jaw clenched at Mingi's command and your instant obedience. He hated seeing you submit to Mingi, even in a small way. It was as if Mingi was challenging his dominance, trying to assert his own claim. Although he liked how submissive you were. 

Mingi let out a satisfied hum as you followed his order, his fingers pushing deeper into your mouth. "So obedient." He slowly withdrew his fingers from your mouth, admiring the way your tongue tried to follow.

"You look so good like this," Mingi remarked, his tone slightly mocking. His eyes were fixated on your face, watching the way your lips glistened with saliva, the way your breaths were labored. 

"I guess it's my turn now." Yunho's action was swift and powerful, leaving you breathless as you were suddenly picked up and tossed over his shoulder like a rag doll. 

Your gasp was interrupted by a squeal as you were flung onto the sofa, landing on your back with a soft thump. Yunho wasted no time to undress himself, lifting himself naked as you. 

Mingi's eyes widened, watching the whole scene play out in front of him, feeling a pang of both frustration and excitement. "Hey hey hey…don't forget about me." He walked to you two while unbuckling his belt, tossing it aside to show off his hardened long length. At the same time, a part of you couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement at the sight.

"Ugh…what do you want…?" Yunho let out a low growl. "I was here first." 

"Calm down, dude." Mingi only chuckled. "Why don't we have a race?" 

"What race?" 

"Who cum first…" Mingi walked to the end of the soda, tugging your ankles to the side and yanking you up in a swift motion. Your breath hitched as you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his arched cock grinding against your ass. "Who loses…but I think our baby is going to lose…" Mingi slowly lowered your body, aiming you down to his tip. 

"Let me in…dear." Mingi murmured against your ear. "I promise I'll make you feel amazing." And with that, he moved. His hips snapped forward, driving into you with a hard, possessive force. A guttural goran escaped his lips as he filled you completely. "Baby..gosh…you feel damn good as usual." 

"Min…Mingi…"

"You're so confident, aren't ya?" Yunho said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We'll see who lasts longer." Yunho went behind you, positioning himself to guide his hardened cock towards another hole. 

"Oh sorry, this little cunt is mine." Mingi chuckled, changeling Yunho. 

"Tsk. I'm sure I can make her cum first." Gripping your arms tightly, he pushed inside your tightness. 

A choked gasp escaped your lips as you felt both Mingi and Yunho fill you up completely, your arms trembling from the intense pleasure. 

They moved at a fast and rhythmic pace, one taking the lead while the other one would follow right after. They could feel how their cocks rubbed along your curve, how your body tightened around their members when they hit the right place. With each push, they would fill you completely, making sure to go to the deepest; with each pull, they would create a delicious friction. 

Mingi leaned in to kiss you roughly, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He tasted like dark chocolate and coffee, a dangerous combination that made his kiss even sweeter. Meanwhile, Yunho buried his face in the crook of your neck, skimming it with his lips with his hand pinching your nipple slightly. 

The room was filled with the sounds of the men's grunts, their panting breaths, and the sound of slapping skin. 

"Not deep enough..." Mingi murmured against your lips as he parted away from your lips. Yunho, as if knowing well what Mingi's mean, letting Mingi push you both to the sofa. They shifted their positions, with your chest against Mingi's and your back against Yunho. 

"That's better," Yunho's voice was a gruff whisper in your ear, his strong arm wrapping around your waist. "You belong right here, between us, where you're supposed to be."

"Let us show you how deep we can go, baby…" 

Without wasting any more time, the two of them moved in unison. Yunho's lips found your shoulder, his tongue tracing a path from your collarbone up to your neck. Meanwhile, Mingi's hand moved lower, his fingers dancing across your thigh, teasing, and promising more.

"All ours…you're ours..!" Mingi snapped his hips roughly to your cunt, pushing his tip hit on your spot without missing a beat. 

"Say it." Yunho guided his hand underneath your inner thigh, lifting it up to allow him to go deeper. "Say that you belong to us!"

"Ye…yes…yours…all yours…!!" Your words, your moans, your surrender - all of it was what they wanted. They had been fighting for your affection, for your attention, and they had claimed it.

You were so close, the tension was building, the heat within your body reaching almost unbearable levels. Both of them were determined to bring you over the edge, to make you surrender completely to the pleasure. Your back arched up, a knot forming in your core as they drove deep. 

"Good girl," Yunho breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"So good for us," Mingi added, his grip on your hip growing tighter. Their pace increased, the movements becoming more desperate, more intense.

Their bodies were moving in tandem, their breath coming out in ragged pants. Yunho's grip on your thigh was so tight, his fingers digging into your skin.

Mingi's lips skimmed over your neck, stopping at your ear as he whimpered. "Cum for us... Cum for us and be ours…" Yunho's fingers moved under your chin, turning your head to the side so he could look at your face. "We won't stop until you're screaming our names. Until you know who you belong to. Until you know who owns every goddamn part of you."

Your body was responding to their demands, your core tightening around them with every movement, every push. The world was a hazy blur of pleasure. The only thing you could focus on was them, their cocks, their scent, their words...

They whispered sweet, dirty words in your ear, telling you how good you were, how they loved you, how you were their entire world. That's it. They triggered the nerve, the world spinning around you as you came hard. Your pulsating cunt brought a wave of pleasure to Mingi, and the way you tightened your wall drove Yunho to the breaking point.

"God, you're so gorgeous, they groaned, the words choked out from deep in his throat. Their  body tensed, their hips snapping forward once, twice, and then they were following you over the edge, their release hitting them hard as they came with a strangled, guttural cry of your name. 

"God-dammit… " Yunho panted, his head resting on the back of your neck, his voice rough and ragged. He pressed a hot, open kiss on your shoulder. Mingi's arms held you firmly against him, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. 

Yungho slowly untangled himself from behind you, collapsing on the sofa next to you. Mingi, still holding tightly to you, shifted so that he was sitting on the couch with you on top of him, his hands never leaving you. 

"You okay, baby?" Yunho asked softly. You nodded, nuzzling against Mingi's neck as you smiled at Yunho. 

"You did so good," Mingi said, his hands moving up and down your sides. 

He shifted you on his lap, pulling you closer against him. He pressed a series of soft, lingering kisses to your forehead, his hands moving to gently caress your face.

Yunho's gaze reached down to your core, admiring their cum dripping off your entrance. "God, you're a mess," Yunho said, his fingers tracing a circle against the hole. 

He leaned in, his fingers gently tracing the bite marks he had left on your neck. "I need you to fill you with my seed, make sure every part of you is full of my cum…" He collected the cum which overflowed from the hole, pushing them back inside. 

Mingi chuckled at Yunho's words, his arms wrapping more tightly around you. "Don't be greedy," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing. "There's plenty of me for her, too."

Yunho's fingers paused for a moment, his eyes locked on yours, seeing the mess he had created between your legs. "I'll make sure I'm the one who breeds you first...I'll fill you until you're full of my babies…"

Mingi let out another laugh, his hands moving to grip your hips as if challenging Yunho's words. "Oh, really now?"

He bent his head to your neck, his lips trailing a hot path down to your shoulder. "Who said I can't do the same? I'll make sure she's carrying my baby too... I'll make sure she's so full she won't be able to move…"

Your whole body was still sensitive from the peak, their move in your core sending a shiver down your spine. 

Yunho's gaze darkened, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. "We'll see... we'll see who the real daddy is…" He rolled on your back, pressing his weight on you and Mingi. "baby…your cunt is not filled with my cum…that's not good…you need more, right?"

"What the hell, Yunho? Get off." Yunho ignored Mingi's protest, rubbing his soaked cock against your entrance. "Say yes…Say you need my cum." He bit down your ear, commanding you to follow his order. 

"Yes…I need more…"

"More what? Address me properly…"

"Please…I need you to fill me up with your cum…Daddy"

Yunho smirked at your submission, looking over his shoulder at Mingi, his gaze challenging and teasing. 

"Looks like the title of Daddy belongs to me," Yunho said, clearly proud. Mingi scowled, his jealousy evident in his expression.

"Good…Now Daddy will take care of his baby…" He thrust in again, both of you letting out a gasp. Mingi gritted his teeth, not liking you submit to Yunho but not him. 

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Mingi growled with annoyance.

He aimed his length against your hole, nestling it between your thighs. "She's not going to be calling you that for long... she'll be calling me Daddy instead." With that, he pushed back your creamed hole. 

You couldn't move, couldn't protest, but only be their 'baby' until they were satisfied. You were theirs, after all, with no way to escape. 

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[yungistiny]

GAMEBOY ═ chapter five

[ J. Yunho ]

chapter five: regret it?

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summary: yunho has no idea that his neighbor across the hall, the same one he’s had a crush on, was his arch nemesis behind a headset

warning: dom yunho, bratty/sub reader, slight orgothumophilia, masturbation, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, degradation, overstimulation, oral, sexting, more will be added

pairing: gamer yunho x gamer afab reader

genre: smut, romance, angst, drama

word count: 2.2k

chapter four

chapter six coming soon

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“Why are you pacing so much?” San had just woken up, heading to the kitchen to get something to drink for his dry mouth, almost crashing into y/n who was pacing back and forth in the living room.

“Yunho said we need to talk?” Y/N had been panicking since he texted her the night before. She had no idea how to act around him now, let alone what to say after they had sex. Good sex. Really good sex.

San uncapped a cold bottle of water, chugging half the bottle, gasping afterwards and wiping some excess drizzle off his chin. “You had sex and ghosted him for a week,” he gave his best friend a pointed look. “did you think you were going to be able to avoid him forever?”

Y/N glared at him, folding her arms across her chest. “Well…. not forever.” She huffed, pouting at her best friend. “Sannie, what if he regrets it? What if I messed up our friendship…”

“You know he’s in love with you, right?”

Y/N stared at Wooyoung who emerged from San’s room. When the fuck did he get there? “I thought the two of you weren’t seeing each other anymore?” She looked back and forth between San and Yunho’s roommate.

“We’re not.” Wooyoung smirked at her as he brushed past San, biting at his bare shoulder on display from the black tank top. San looked at y/n with blushed cheeks.

“Wait a minute…” y/n shook her head as she just realized what Wooyoung had said. “what do you mean he’s in love with me?” Wooyoung looked at her like she was the dumbest person he’d ever met. “Is it not obvious? It’s kind of pathetic actually.” He was only half joking about that last part.

“Woo.” San gave him a look that clearly told him to shut up. “Then why has he been avoiding me?” Y/N asked, Wooyoung was just messing with her like he always does.

“You’re the one who’s been avoiding him, remember?” San was now giving her a pointed look. Y/N turned away from the both of them, Wooyoung’s statement causing her thoughts to race even more. There’s no way he was telling the truth.

Yunho texted her earlier, telling her he’d come get her at noon. Get her to go where, y/n had no idea. She only had an hour until noon and she was still in her pajamas, wasting time, not sleeping except for the hour she dozed off, all panicking over seeing him for the first time since that night.

It was summer, the heat only got hotter throughout the day, so y/n dressed in a pair of her favorite jean shorts and a plain white tube top with calvin klein written in small black letters, not even noticing she pulled the top from a pile she kept specifically for streaming. She separated a lot of her clothes, certain shirts saved for specific streams.

She was rushing to pull on a pair of shoes, a simple pair of black converse, when the creak of her door caught her attention, San peaked his head in. “Yunho’s here.”

Yunho was standing in the living room, eying Wooyoung. “I thought the two of you weren’t seeing each other anymore?” He asked the same question y/n had earlier. Wooyoung shrugged at him where he sat on the couch, remote in hand as he scrolled through Netflix.

San pulled his head back out from the gap in y/n bedroom door, coming back over to sit beside Wooyoung. Yunho leaned over slightly, his tall frame giving him an advantage to see a little of y/n room, a slight glimpse of her bed’s purple sheets all that he could see before y/n herself came walking out, Yunho getting a full glance very quickly at the gaming setup before he averted his gaze.

Y/N was certainly Juniper, his suspicions confirmed by not only the gaming setup but the familiar purple bedsheets that were always on display in the background of her streams.

“Hi.” Y/N slammed her bedroom door shut just as fast as she opened it, not expecting Yunho to be right there. He didn’t seem off, nothing out of the ordinary. There’s no way he saw anything, right? If he had, he’d be saying something, right?

Yunho bit his bottom lip, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. Has he mentioned how much he loves her legs? Especially her thighs. And now he knew how they felt wrapped around him. He cleared his throat, it was his turn to mess with her.

His smirk caught her off guard, y/n feeling very naked under his gaze, probably due to the fact that he now knew what she looked like naked. Was she blushing? Wooyoung’s snort of laughter tore their attention away from each other. He didn’t say anything just hid his grin behind his hand.

“So,” Y/N put on a smile, deciding that for now, unless, until, Yunho brought it up, she’d pretend as if their night together never happened. No matter how hard it would be. “where are we going?”

That smirk Yunho seemed to be fond of giving her at the moment, a smirk that almost had y/n clenching her thighs together, was masked with mischief.

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“Laser tag?”

Yunho grinned at her, this was all part of his plan. “I promise I’ll go easy on you.” He teased. Y/N bit her bottom lip now to keep herself from smirking. “You assume I’m going to be bad?”

“Oh, of course not.” Yunho shook his head, clearly mocking her and y/n clenched her jaw. What was he doing? “I mean, I am the gamer, though.” Yunho continued, waiting as the employee brought them their guns, his blue and y/n green. “I have more experience.”

Yunho could tell he was starting to get under her skin, messing with her much like how they would argue during streams, purposefully antagonizing her, like Juniper would him. They both put on a sensor vest, walking into the actual facility, the expanse of a an almost maze of walls darkened under black lights.

Yunho was hiding, it was just himself and y/n, a dark corner was where he waited. He paid extra for ear pieces so they could communicate while playing. And it was worth every penny.

“I thought you said you were going to go easy on me?” Y/N voice was taunting him and, FUCK, it was turning Yunho on. Having her mocking him, the taunts all in his ear was like his back and forth with her during streams, when she was pretending to be Juniper.

Yunho had thought about having Juniper in real life so many times it was almost surreal that he was actually getting it, not that y/n was aware of him knowing her dirty little secret.

“Yeah, well…” Yunho peaked around the corner, her voice could be heard nearby even with the ear piece. “that was before you shot me in the back.” She had literally shot him in the back, now ahead of him by one point with time almost out and Yunho was determined to win. He specifically picked laser tag to try and push her, make that Juniper side of her come out.

He caught site of her, slipping around a wall and quietly trailed her deeper into the almost maze. “Can I ask you something?” Her voice interrupted him through his ear piece. “Are you enjoying the view?”

Yunho furrowed his brows together, gaze locked on her ass where she was a few feet in front of him, back turned. “What….. SHIT!” He dodged her shot just in time as she spun around. How the hell did she know he was behind her?

“I could feel your eyes burning a whole into my ass.”

Yunho ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he could hear her walking closer towards his position. He crouched, moving around the other side of the wall just as she turned around the wall he was previously at.

“I win.” Yunho smirked as she turned around, him sneaking behind her. Her vest was lighting up, the loud noises only making her annoyed expression that much more amusing as Yunho didn’t stop shooting her until the time of their session was up.

Y/N looked absolutely livid, she was just as competitive as him, well, Juniper was, and the smirk he was giving her wasn’t helping. Now she was annoyed, defeated and turned on. “Next time,” Yunho brushed past her slowly, his hand that wasn’t holding his gun, by his side, brushing her exposed thigh. “I won’t be so gentle.”

Y/N was thankful the only lighting was black lights because she knew she was blushing, her heart pounding in her chest, thighs clenching together.

What the hell was he playing at?

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Yunho: [ what are you doing right now? ]

Yunho waited, sitting across the table from y/n at a local abura soba restaurant. He wanted to see if she’d reply, see how’d she act with him right in front of her secretly messaging Juniper.

Yunho: [ are you going to stream with us tonight? or does my voice still turn you on too much? ]

He watched her glance at her phone, her face flush as she typed.

Juniper: [ idk… I kind of like you begging me ]

Yunho poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking. Y/N glanced at him as he typed back a reply, waiting on their food.

Yunho: [ what if I begged you to actually come over? ]

Yunho: [ what if I begged to test out that theory of me having to hold your head up while stuffing that smart ass mouth of yours full ]

Their food arrived just as Yunho hit send. He glanced at y/n, sipping at his drink, smirking at the way she fidgeted in her seat reading the message, face tinted with a red flush. She didn’t respond back, clearing her throat and locking her phone. “You good?” Yunho asked, hiding his amusement with a false look of concern.

Y/N cleared her throat again, grabbing her chopsticks. “Yeah, it’s just San.” She lied, taking a bite, a mouthful really of her noodles. Yunho was really messaging Juniper while he was out with her! Out with her to talk, which they have not yet, about what happened between them.

Was she getting jealous of herself?

“I guess we should talk?” Yunho was serious now. “You’ve been avoiding me all week…. do you regret it?”

Y/N met his gaze briefly before looking back down at her food. “Do you?” She was prepared for him to say how they’re just friends, they were drunk, they should forget it ever happened. His answer had her wishing they were somewhere else, somewhere more private.

“Regret it?” He chuckled, shaking his head. He just needed to tell her the truth, he knew now she wanted him just as bad he’s always wanted her. “I’ve wanted you since we met, more like, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

Wooyoung’s voice echoed in her head.

“You know he’s in love with you, right?”

“Since we met?” Y/N grabbed her drink, sipping at it and staring at him over the rim of her glass. “You had a girlfriend when we met.” A girlfriend that had probably been the rudest, obnoxious person y/n had ever met.

Yunho’s ears turned red, clearing his throat. “I’d rather not talk about my ex girlfriend right now, and you still haven’t answered if you regret it or not.”

Y/N prolonged her answer on purpose, sipping at her drink again, finishing her food before waiting for Yunho to finish as well. Her voice becoming huskier, filled with lust and need, sounding so much like Juniper that Yunho’s dick twitched in his pants.

“I tried getting myself off the other night, it’s so frustrating, my fingers just aren’t long enough…” she innocently stared at him, Yunho holding a poker face, expressionless. “I think you ruined me for anyone else.” Y/N smirked. “Fucked me too good. Does that answer your question?”

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The front door of Yunho and Wooyoung’s apartment was slammed open, Yunho himself too busy, too distracted at kissing y/n neck, holding her so flushed against him he knew she could feel how hard he was in his pants.

“Well, there he is.”

Wooyoung’s voice startled them, Yunho pulled his lips away from y/n, panting and ready to yell at his roommate to go find San or something, just leave for the time being but immediately froze when he saw who was sitting in the living room.

Wooyoung was grinning at the two of them like the cat who ate the canary. “Yunho, your parents are here.”

“Shit!” Y/N pushed away from him, avoiding the shocked looks of Yunho’s mom and dad, face much like Yunho’s, flushed red with embarrassment.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung walked towards them, looping his arm with hers, pulling her back out the door and across the hall to her own apartment. “I’ve been craving a strawberry cheesecake, promised San I would make him one, will you help me?”

Yunho gulped, closing the apartment door and looking towards his parents, avoiding meeting their gazes.

“Mom, dad, what are you doing here?”

In that moment he wishes a hole would open up and swallow him.

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[h0efor2ho]

NSFW MDNI

BF Yunho! Who is just the sweetest thing ever. Always complimenting you on how you look. Allways noticing the little details you put into getting ready.

BF Yunho! Who memorieses your coffee order by your second date. Who knows your favorite candy is sour gummy worms but that one week of the month he buys you Reeses cups instead cause he knows you need chocolate.

BF Yunho! Who will be at the store shopping for himself and see something that reminds him of you and get it for you just because.

BF Yunho! Who always holds your hand while your out places. Who makes you always walk on the inside of the side walk. Who opens your car door for you getting in and out of the car.

BF Yunho! Who has all your friends gushing at how amazing he is when he sends you your favorite flowers at work. Or when you tell them you came home to a fully home cooked meal after telling him that afternoon work wasn't going so well.

BF Yunho! Who is perfect in every way.

BF Yunho! Who has the filthiest mouth when he has his thick cock buried deep inside you. "Taking my cock so well. Like this pretty pussy was made for me" His big hands spreading your thighs wide so he can watch you take all of him.

BF!Yunho! Who mocks you when you whimper and tell him it's to much. "Aww poor little slut. Is my cock to much for your tight little hole?" His big hand wrapped around your throat.

BF Yunho! Who doesn't let up even as you cum all over his cock. Who keeps thrusting into you, overstimulating your already fucked out cunt.

BF Yunho! Who gets so lost in the moment he cant help but blow his thick load deeep in you forgetting he was supposed to pull out cause you just feel so good around him.

BF Yunho! Who is the biggest softy post sex. Who cleans you up then wraps you in his arms rambling on and on about everything he loves about you till you literally have to force him to be quite.

BF Yunho! Who is just perfect.

[rinaheartyu]

the mafia pt²

★pairing: j.yh x fem.reader

★Warnings: Domination, control, kissing, longing, tears, tenderness, rudeness, and maybe...smut [mdn] there will be explicit scenes.

★summary: Yunho is the mafia boss that everyone in the city is afraid of. But can he pass by a fragile, innocent, naive girl? He didn't even think that saving her was a big mistake. But he will want to protect her from the whole world, but....what are his actions?

★author's note: This is my first fanfiction, so please. I do not know why I wanted to write about the mafia, but....get it, and read it with pleasure. It doesn't reflect the real Yunho in any way. Ily♡ the fanfic is long, and there will probably be three parts ♥︎

Long part!!

[English is not my native language, if there are mistakes, then sorry]

You were still standing still.

Isn't that him?

"Little one, open it. It's me," he repeatedYou slowly walked to the door, wiping away your tears, and opened the door.

You opened it slowly, as if you were still unsure if it was worth it.

Yunho was standing in front of you.

He looked calm, but there was darkness in his eyes. His hands were wearing black gloves, and there wasn't a single trace of blood on his clothes, as if nothing had just happened. Behind him stood two other men, equally menacing, silent, and in perfectly fitting suits.

Yunho glanced at you, noticed red-rimmed eyes, trembling lips.

"Are you scared, baby?" His voice was low, almost gentle. You nodded convulsively. Yunho stepped closer, reached out, and gently wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"It's over,— he said softly —They won't hurt you anymore."

You swallowed, feeling his warmth seep into your skin. "Y—you... killed them?"

Yunho smiled slowly, but there was nothing reassuring about it. "Is it important?"

You froze, not knowing what to say.

"The main thing is that you're safe,— he added, cocking his head slightly to one side —Разве ты не об этом просила? Ты плакала?"

His voice was quiet, almost gentle, but there was something about it that made my stomach churn. You looked down, unable to respond.

"They scared you, didn't they?" His fingers gently brushed a tear from your cheek.

You nodded, not daring to look up. Yunho sighed as if holding back his anger, then without waiting for permission, he gently pulled you inside, slamming the door behind him, right in front of his men who were probably clearing out these men. .

You flinched as the door closed with a soft click, cutting you off from the outside world. Yunho didn’t let go of your wrist, his fingers were warm but his grip was tight, as if he didn’t want you to move away.

"A fragile little girl, living alone." His voice was quiet, almost mocking. "Is it safe?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but he suddenly ran his fingers down your cheek, causing you to freeze.

"You're shaking," he said quietly. You didn't know if it was from fear or from his touch.

“I... just got scared,” you whispered.

Yunho looked at you for a long time, hard, and then suddenly leaned closer, his lips almost at your ear.

"You have nothing to be afraid of now, baby," his voice was so quiet that it sent shivers down her spine.

You were silent, then quietly said: “Thank you...”

Yunho smiled, his fingers sliding over your wrist before he slowly let go.

«"You're so polite," he drawled, looking at you as if studying you. You looked down, feeling your heart still pounding in your chest. "You should be more careful," he added, frowning slightly. "People like you are too naive for this world."

You clenched your hands into fists.

“I... can handle it,” you whispered.

Yunho chuckled, then suddenly leaned closer, looking into your eyes.

“You think you can protect yourself?” His voice was quiet, but there was mockery in it. You didn’t know what to say. He was right. You really couldn’t protect yourself if he hadn’t come…

“You called me, didn’t you?” he continued, his fingers brushing your cheek again, gently but firmly.

You nodded again, unable to speak. Yunho ran his thumb over the corner of your lips, as if wiping away invisible tears, and then leaned in even closer.

"Remember, baby," his voice was quiet, almost hoarse, "if anything happens, call me right away. Don't wait. Don't try to handle it yourself."

You swallowed, feeling his breath on your skin, and barely whispered:

"Fine ..."

He was silent, then suddenly pulled you to him, taking you in his arms.

You froze, feeling his arms hug you tightly, but at the same time gently. The warmth of his body, the smell of expensive perfume — all this made you forget where you are.

—Quiet," he whispered, stroking your back.

"It's all over now. " You snuggled closer to him, even though you didn't realize it. His heart was still racing, but it wasn't just from fear anymore. —I... I was really scared," you confessed, squeezing the fabric of his shirt with your fingers. Yunho ran his hand through your hair, gently fingering the strands as if trying to calm you down.

—I know, baby,— his voice was soft, but there was something dark about it, something that made you flinch. You slowly raised your head, meeting his gaze. Yunho's dark eyes glittered with something dangerous, predatory..

."They won't bother you anymore,— he added softly. You suddenly realized that he was saying it for a reason. He really didn't leave those people unpunished.

—Yunho..." you whispered. But he just put his finger on your lips.

"Don't think about it,— he said softly.

"Just rest. I'm with you." You were silent in his arms, then he said to you,

"Where is your bedroom?"

You hesitated a bit, but still answered softly,

"Here..." you pointed towards the door leading to your small room. Yunho, without opening his arms, gently led you there. Opening the door, he looked around your cozy space — a soft blanket on the bed, warm light from a desk lamp, a bookshelf filled with novels and old editions. He led you to the bed and gently sat you down.

—Get down," his voice sounded calm, but there was an authority in it that made you obediently obey for some reason. You lay down, and Yunho sat down on the edge of the bed, watching you closely.

"You haven't even had dinner," he said thoughtfully, gently straightening a stray strand of your hair. You shook your head

"I didn't want to..." you confessed, your voice still quiet from the stress. Yunho chuckled, his fingers slowly sliding over your cheek.

"You're too fragile, baby..." he smiled, but there was something deep in his eyes.

"Go to sleep. I'll stay here". You blinked in surprise.

"Here?" He nodded. —Until you fall asleep,— his voice was soft but firm. You didn't know if you should argue, but his presence somehow calmed you down. You closed your eyes, and soon sleep began to slowly envelop you. And Yunho... he stayed by your side, watching you in the dark.And I felt something touch your cheek..

(He kissed you)

But you didn't know what it was., But she ignored it, curled up on her side, and felt a warm touch on her cheek, barely perceptible, soft, like a ghostly dream. What was that? Sleepy consciousness did not allow you to think about it for a long time, and you just curled up, snuggling on your side. Yunho was watching you in the dark, his gaze thoughtful, almost gentle. He ran his finger through your stray lock, then leaned back, continuing to sit next to you.

"Sleep, baby," he whispered softly, barely audible. You didn't answer, already sinking into a deep, safe sleep, not knowing that he hadn't left, staying by your side like your invisible guardian.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, flooding the room with a soft golden glow. You turned on your side and your heart stopped.

Yunho.

He was still here. He was sitting in an armchair by the window, casually leaning back, with his eyes closed. He was holding a phone in his hands, but it seemed like he was either napping or just resting. You didn't even hear when he fell asleep. Has he been here all this time? You carefully sat up, pulling the blanket up to your chin. At that moment, Yunho opened his eyes and, noticing your gaze, smiled lazily.

"Good morning, baby."

Did you get enough sleep? His voice was hoarse from sleep, but still warm and commanding. For a moment, you tried to remember the events of last night... Yunho... men... fear... his embrace..

."You...Sleeping in an armchair?" Yunho stretched lazily, not taking his eyes off you. "Where else?" He chuckled. I couldn't leave you alone after everything that happened

You looked down, clutching the edge of the blanket in your hands.

"But... it was uncomfortable for you," you mumbled. Yunho just grinned, getting up easily from his chair.

"I'm not worried about that, but about how you feel, baby," he came closer, and you felt your heart quicken its rhythm.

"You're still afraid, aren't you?" You nodded silently, remembering the horror when the men were banging on the door. Yunho sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I'll handle it." And you just... don't think about it anymore, okay? His fingers gently touched your cheek, as if he wanted to make sure you were safe. You looked at him, feeling a strange warmth from his words.

—Thank you...— you whispered.

Yunho smiled a little, his fingers lingered on your cheek.

"You're too cute,— he muttered, but then he took his hand away and stood up.

"Will you have breakfast?" You blinked, realizing that you hadn't even thought about food the whole time.

—Oh... yeah, I guess…" Yunho nodded.

—Then go wash up, and I'll see what you have in the fridge." You frowned a little.

"Are you going to cook?" He grinned as he headed for the kitchen.

"Don't you trust me?" You didn't know how to answer that.

He seemed so... unpredictable.

Strict, dangerous, but at the same time caring. You got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, trying not to think too much. When you returned, the apartment already smelled of something delicious.

Yunho was standing at the stove, in a relaxed pose, as if he hadn't done this for the first time. "I didn't know you could cook," you said, coming closer. He glanced at you briefly.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about, baby." You lowered your eyes, sitting down at the table. Why does he call you that? Yunho placed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of you, then sat down across from you, watching you.

—Eat,— he said quietly.

You need to regain your strength. You picked up your fork, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching you too closely.After breakfast, you said,

"I have to go to the library...I'll change, and you stay here for now," you said before going to your room. You're wearing that dress again, When you came out, he looked down at you, "Don't you have any other clothes?" He asked,

"Is there. It's just that Grandma Lee prefers such outfits.." You said,

"'Isn't it too short?'" He said threateningly, pulling you sharply by the waist and froze, not expecting such a sharp reaction.

—Yunho..." your voice was low, almost a whisper. He stared at you intently, his hand gripping your waist tightly, his fingers slightly tightening, as if checking how fragile you were. "Do you really wear this to work?" His voice sounded hoarse, with obvious displeasure.You lowered your eyes slightly, feeling your heart beat faster.

— Yes... Grandma Lee says that such outfits create a cozy atmosphere.… " Yunho grinned, but there was something dangerous in his eyes. "The atmosphere? Or do they draw attention to your legs?" You felt yourself blushing.

"Yunho, you're... saying strange things."… He slowly ran his fingers along your waist before releasing you as abruptly as he had grabbed you.

"I'll give you a ride." You blinked, trying to process his words.

- what?.. " He's already headed for the exit, not even giving you a chance to refuse

. "You're not going in there alone, especially not in that outfit."

You wanted to say, but..you resigned yourself, and left the house closing the door, and he opened the car door for you.

You hesitated for a moment, but when you caught his persistent gaze, you got into the car without a word. Yunho slammed the door behind you and got behind the wheel. The interior smelled of something expensive, a light men's perfume that pleasantly turned my head. You stole a glance at him.

He looked focused, his hands were steady on the steering wheel, and his jaw was slightly tense.

"Are you always this obedient?" he suddenly asked, without taking his eyes off the road. You blinked, not knowing how to respond.

—I just... don't see the point in arguing," you said softly. Yunho chuckled as if your words amused him.

"Good girl," his voice sounded a little lower than usual, and for some reason those words made you feel hot. You turned to the window, choosing to ignore his tone.

A few minutes later, the car stopped smoothly at the library.

"I'll pick you up after work," he said, turning to you. You're frowning.

"You don't need to…" He slowly leaned closer, his gaze darkening.

— It's not up for discussion." You were silent, then....

"How long have you known Grandma Li?"

Yunho was silent for a while, then leaned back in his seat, looking at you intently.

"A long time ago,— he finally replied, his voice calm, but there was a shadow of something elusive in it. You're frowning.

—Does she... know a lot about you?" He chuckled a little.

—Enough to trust me."

You looked at him, then at the library.

— Grandma Lee is a good person…

—Very much,— he agreed, studying your face. — That's why it's strange to me that she leaves such a... defenseless girl here" . You pursed your lips.

"I'm not defenseless" . Yunho leaned in slightly closer, his gaze riveted you to the spot.

"ou have no idea how vulnerable you are, sweetheart. You swallowed hard, unable to look away. At that moment, he opened his door and got out, then walked around the car and opened your door.

—Go, don't keep Grandma waiting,— his voice sounded softer, but something in his expression suggested that this conversation wasn't over yet.

You quickly approached the counter, trying to hide your confusion.

—Good morning, Grandma Lee," you said, forcing a smile.

The old lady looked at you carefully over the top of her glasses and squinted slightly.

—Good morning, child. You look thoughtful". You looked down, wondering if you should tell her about yesterday. But before you could say anything, Grandma Lee chuckled softly.

"Did he scare you?" You raised your head in surprise.

"Yunho?" She nodded, adjusting her glasses. "He's weird, isn't he?" You mumbled, remembering his look and words. Grandma Li just smiled mysteriously.

—He's... special,— she said. "But if he's around, no one will dare touch you." You're frowning. "What does that mean?" The old lady just waved her hand.

"Come on, child, enough questions. We have a lot of work to do today."

You knew that Grandma Lee wasn't telling you something, but you decided not to insist. You couldn't stop thinking about Yunho anyway. You asked her,

"who is he anyway? Why...Is everyone afraid of him..?"

Grandma Li froze for a moment, then slowly took off her glasses and looked at you.

"Child, do you really not know who he is?"

You shook your head, feeling anxiety rising inside. The old lady sighed and looked away.

—Yunho is a dangerous man. He's not someone to joke with or argue with. In this city, they are afraid of him for a reason." You swallowed, and your heart began to beat faster.

—Is he... a criminal?" Grandma Lee hesitated, then replied:

"He's the law in this town.

Those words took your breath away. You remembered how easily he dealt with those men, how confidently he moved, as if he knew that no one would dare to contradict him.

—Is he... a mobster?" — You whispered. Grandma Lee just nodded.

— But if he chose to protect you, then you are not just a random person for him." Those words made you clench your fingers nervously. What does it mean? Why is he next to you? You couldn't believe your ears when you asked,

"him...Is he a Mafia?"

"The Mafia boss," she replied

You felt a chill run down your spine.

—G-the leader?.. " You gasped, looking at your grandmother in complete shock.

She just nodded, as if this fact was familiar to her.

"He runs this town, child. They are afraid of him, but they respect him. No one dares cross his path." You nervously clenched your fingers on your apron.

Everything that happened last night has a different meaning now.

Those men, their screams... Yunho... the shot… —But why... why is he helping me?" Your voice was shaking. Grandma Li looked at you with a slight smile.

—Can't you see for yourself? He's interested in you. " Those words made your heart tremble. You didn't know what scares you more

—the very thought of being protected by the city's top mafia boss, or the fact that he might have some plans for you.…"

Grandma told you not to think too much, and told you to go sort out the books. You nodded and went to the shelves..Yunho is a mafia boss. This thought was spinning in my head.

You continued to stack the books. It's been a few hours, it was already lunch, you were still sorting books, but...

you felt someone's arms hug you from behind, you shuddered, your heart started beating faster.

A warm breath touched your ear.

"You're working so hard, baby,— Yunho's familiar voice sounded.

You froze, feeling his arms tighten around your waist.

—Yunho..." you said softly, trying to turn around, but he wouldn't let you, just leaned closer.

He didn't ask about it, but his one hand went lower, slightly lifting the hem of your dress.

"Are you still showing off your hips..?" He asked, and abruptly grabbed his wrist, feeling his heart pounding.

"Yunho..." your voice faltered, but you looked at him anyway. His eyes were dark, intent, as if he was studying your every reaction.

"I'm just working," you whispered, trying to stay calm. He grinned, but didn't take his hand away.

"Is that the dress you work in?" His fingers moved slowly over the fabric. You pressed your lips together, not knowing what to say. Grandma Lee had chosen this outfit herself... but now you were beginning to understand why he reacted the way he did.You remembered how he talked about this outfit in the morning, but.

"What's the big deal...?" you said, trying to pull away from his embrace.

Yunho squeezed your waist a little harder, not letting you escape.

"You really don't understand?" His voice dropped, almost to a whisper. You looked at him stubbornly, but your cheeks were flushed. "It's just a dress..."— you mumbled, but even you felt how uncertain it sounded. Yunho chuckled, leaning closer to your ear.

"It's just a dress that reveals too much... and attracts unnecessary attention." His fingers slowly traced the hem before he finally pulled his hand away.

You finally managed to slip out of his arms, taking a step back.

"Grandma Lee chose him," you muttered, not knowing how else to justify yourself. Yunho nodded slowly, looking at you as if he was deciding something for himself.

—So starting tomorrow, you're going to wear whatever I choose," he said calmly.

You said, "I won't...It's cute, I like it, it's working.." Yunho narrowed his eyes, his gaze darkened, but there was still a grin on his lips. "So you like it when other men look at you?" His voice was soft, but there was an undercurrent of menace in it. You're tense.

—I... I'm not wearing it for them," you objected, crossing your arms over your chest.

"It's just a uniform, and Grandma Lee chose it herself. "

Yunho took a step forward, closing the distance between you again.

— And if I say that I don't like it?" He leaned closer, his breath brushing your cheek. You pressed your lips together, trying to look confident.

"That's my job, Yunho. I care what Grandma Lee thinks, not you."

He froze for a second, then chuckled.

"You're stubborn,— he finally said, studying you with his eyes. —Okay... let's see how long you can resist."

What did he mean by that? You wanted to ask, but he had already turned to leave.

"I'll come back for you tonight, baby. Don't go home alone," he said over his shoulder and disappeared through the door.

Yunho drove in silence, gripping the steering wheel a little harder than usual. Your stubborn phrase was spinning in my head:

"This is my job, it's important to me what Grandma Lee thinks, not you."

He didn't like it.

He knew that you were naive, that you didn't understand how fragile you were in this world, especially around him.

Your stubborn nature amused him, but also annoyed him.

A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of an old barn, a place where his people gathered to discuss business. As soon as he came out, they were already waiting for him.

"Boss, we've dealt with those who molested the girl," one of the people immediately said, standing at the entrance. Yunho just nodded.

— good. There should be no more such incidents.

"And the people who ordered her abduction? What is it?" the other asked cautiously. Yunho slowly looked up at him.

- what? " The guy swallowed nervously.

— We found out... it was ordered. They wanted to kidnap her, boss."

Silence.

Yunho clenched his jaw. Did he know that your fragility could attract not only ordinary street scum, but an order?

This is serious.

"Who?" His voice was low, but everyone knew what was coming.

— We're still looking, but... it's one of the competitors" Yunho turned around and kicked the chair next to him, scattering papers from the table.

— Find them. Immediately. And the security around her is now around the clock. I don't want her to know, but she needs to be safe."

People nodded, running to obey the order. Yunho exhaled, closing his eyes. Now he knew for sure.

You belong to him.

Belong to him.

And no one else dares to even think about you.

Then his chief of staff, Kenya, asks him

"Should we put guards around her house? Around the clock?" yunho asked, exhaling, still angry, but now coldly reasonable.

- yes. But so she wouldn't notice. I don't want her to be scared."

Kenya nodded.

— Let's do it. By the way, boss, have you told her who you are yet?"

Yunho chuckled, running his fingers over his face.

— No.

—And what will you do when she finds out?"

Yunho thought for a second.

He saw the way you looked at him this morning with a little doubt, but not with fear. If you find out the truth, you might get scared. You may want to leave.

But he won't allow it.

"She'll know when the time comes,— he replied coldly.

Kenya just grinned.

"You're acting different with her, boss."

Yunho looked at him sharply, and he immediately fell silent.

"I just don't want anyone else to touch her. She's mine." Yunho's voice was firm.

— That's it, go. Do what you need to do."

Kenya nodded and left.

Yunho sat back down, leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples. You have no idea what kind of game you're involved in. And most importantly, you don't even realize that you have only one way out now. Stay by his side.

You blinked out of your thoughts and turned to her.

"It's just that there aren't many visitors today, and I'm tired," she smiled softly, slapping you on the shoulder

"Go home and get some rest.

You nodded, putting the last books on the shelf. — good."

Quickly putting the library in order, you took your things and went outside. It was already beginning to get dark. You were walking home, but the feeling that someone was watching you did not leave.

You've quickened your pace. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps from behind.

You're holding your breath.

No one.

Yunho said he'd pick you up, but he didn't come...

You kept going, already seeing your home.

You quickly climbed the steps and took out your keys, but before you put them in the keyhole, you heard the sound of approaching footsteps behind you. Your heart is squeezed with fear.

You turned around abruptly…

And again, no one. You swallowed, forcing yourself to calm down.

—Nerves... just nerves," - you muttered to yourself, finally opening the door and stepping inside.

Locking the door, you leaned back against it and exhaled.

But as soon as you took a step deeper into the apartment, someone spoke in the dark...

"You took a long time."

Who..

who is this..?

You froze.

your heart started pounding.

In the darkness, a silhouette slowly walked forward, and the moonlight from the window illuminated a familiar face.

Yunho.

He was sitting in your house, in your armchair, comfortably sprawled out, as if he had always been here.

"You weren't expecting me?" His voice was low, calm, but there was an undercurrent of menace in it. You swallowed.

"I... thought you were going to pick me up, but…

"But I didn't come,— he finished for you, tilting his head to the side, examining you. You felt a chill run down your spine.

"How did you get here?" You asked, not taking your eyes off him.

He grinned, got up from his chair, and slowly walked over to you.

— Little one, do you really think that your castle is an obstacle for me?You gasped. How did he get in here?"

But...Yunho chuckled, looking at your stunned face.

— I told you, baby, there are no barriers for me". You took a step back, but he was already there, slowly raising his hand and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Are you afraid of me?" His voice was low, but there was a hint of mockery in it. You looked away.

—N-no… " He leaned in closer, his lips too close to your ear.

"You're lying,— he whispered.

You swallowed, trying to collect your thoughts. His presence was too... oppressive.

"What do you want, Yunho?" Your voice was shaking, but you tried to sound confident. He tilted his head slightly, studying you.

"I told you, I'll pick you up." You left alone, and I don't like it.

—I don't have to...— you trailed off as he stepped closer, forcing your back against the door.

"You don't have to, but I'm not asking," his voice was soft, but there was a threat in it. His fingers slowly traced your cheek, then he bent down, looking into your eyes.

"Remember, baby, I don't like being disobeyed."

You said, looking up at him, —"You didn't come yourself, should I have waited for you outside?"

Yunho chuckled, but there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

"You could have just waited. I didn't say I wasn't coming." You pursed your lips, frowning. I couldn't have known that. He tilted his head as if pondering your words, then sighed, running his palm over the back of his head.

— Next time, wait. Or I'll come and find you myself." His voice was low, warning.

You didn't answer, but your look said you didn't like it. Yunho saw it. He smiled out of the corner of his lips.

"You're too stubborn."… But I like it. You still couldn't figure out how he came into your apartment..how he got in here...and really how?!

With what intentions?!

"Tell me how did you get in there?" You asked, and Yunho grinned, tilting his head to the side as if he was amused by your question.

"Little girl, do you really think that an ordinary lock can stop me?"

You frowned, puzzled.

"So... you broke down the door?"

"The door?" — He chuckled. —"Not really." You felt a chill down your spine. Yunho came closer, lowering himself to your ear, his voice was quiet, but there was a dangerous note in it.

"Let's keep this my little secret, okay?"

You asked,

"Don't you have your own house? Why do you come every day..?" Yunho chuckled, his eyes sparkling with obvious amusement.

— Don't you like that I'm coming?" You wanted to answer, but he didn't give you a second. — Or maybe you like it on the contrary?" His voice became a little lower, and his gaze became more intense. You rolled your eyes, determined not to succumb to his provocations.

"You didn't answer the question." Yunho chuckled, unhurriedly undoing the button on his sleeve.

— Of course there is. It's big and beautiful... but it's empty. But here... it's more interesting to me.You frowned at his reply. "

More interesting?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

"What do you mean?" Yunho stepped closer, forcing you to step back. "Isn't it obvious?" He leaned a little closer, his voice soft, but there was something predatory in it.

"I'm interested in watching you."

You swallowed, not knowing how to react.

—That... sounds weird," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. Yunho chuckled softly.

"Maybe. But you're not going to kick me out anyway. "

You opened your mouth to protest, but he's right. You won't kick he out. And you didn't understand why.

You said,

"You won't leave anyway, even if I kick you out.." Yunho grinned, his dark eyes flashing with something incomprehensible.

—That's right,— he sounded smug.

"So don't waste your energy, little one. You sighed, rubbing your temples tiredly. "What am I supposed to do now?" To put up with you barging in on me whenever you feel like it? He approached, gently touching your chin, forcing you to look up.

—Exactly,— he whispered, his fingers lazily sliding over your cheek.

"Get used to it, doll."

You walked away from him to go into your room to change, and he glanced at your dresses and said nothing.

——-—

Yunho entered without knocking, as if it was his house. He lazily leaned against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his chest, and looked at you intently.

"Are you going to stay here all night?" His voice was a little mocking, but there was a clear confidence in it that you couldn't ignore him. You turned away, trying not to meet his eyes.

"This is my room, I can do whatever I want," you muttered. Yunho chuckled, but didn't leave. Instead, he came closer and, unexpectedly for you, sat next to you on the bed.

"You're funny,— he said, cocking his head to the side.— "Do you think you can hide from me in your own room?"

You said softly,

"You're scaring me...by their behavior..." Yunho was silent for a moment, then his gaze darkened.

"Am I scaring you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper.

You nodded, still not daring to look at him. He suddenly reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from your face. That touch was so careful that you couldn't help but hold your breath.

"I don't want you to be afraid of me,— he said seriously. — But I'm not going to change either."

You swallowed, not knowing what to say.

"You have to get used to me, little one," he added, leaning a little closer. "Because I'm not going to disappear from your life."

You weren't used to someone behaving like that around you..

"Do whatever you want.." You said, Yunho chuckled, clearly pleased with your answer.

—That's what I was going to do,— he said, watching you with predatory confidence. You turned away, trying to ignore his presence, but you could feel his eyes on you. It was a strange feeling—disturbing, but at the same time... fascinating. You pretended to be busy, adjusted your pillow, and went to the closet, but it didn't move.

"What are you going to do?" You finally asked, unable to stand it.

"I'll stay here," he replied simply.

"Until you get used to me." You wanted to object, but you didn't. And she went to the kitchen to make coffee for herself. When you went to the kitchen table and took a cup, but...

Yunho came in and hugged you from behind, you froze, feeling his warm breath in your ear. His embrace was confident, commanding, and at the same time, there was something... strangely comforting about it.

"You're tired," he said, his voice low and soft. — Maybe you won't drink coffee?" You clutched the cup in your hands, not knowing what to say.

—I need to,— you finally managed.

—Then do it for me,— he whispered, leaning closer. You felt goosebumps running down your skin.

He was acting like that again... too close, too domineering.

"You're taking too much on yourself,— you tried to pull away, but his arms only tightened around your waist.

—I just care about you, little one," with this phrase, he gently touched your neck with his lips, almost weightlessly.

You flinched, not knowing how to react.You wanted to take the coffee, but he still wouldn't let go of his arms, continuing to hug you from behind.

You sighed, feeling him holding you, not even allowing you to move.

— Yunho… I need to get some coffee," you said softly, hoping that he would finally let go.

—And I need you to just stand there," his voice sounded lazy, but there was a firmness in it that brooked no argument. You swallowed hard.

"You... you do understand that you can't do that, don't you?"

- why?"

He tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing your ear. "I like holding you in my arms." You tightened your grip on the cup, but he suddenly smoothly turned you around, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

"You've already realized that I'm not the type to listen to refusals, haven't you?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but there was danger in it. You didn't know what to say. His face was too close.

You could feel his breath, the warmth of his skin, and your heart suddenly skipped a beat. Yunho slowly leaned in, closer, closer…

His lips were almost touching yours, but at the last moment he froze, carefully peering into your eyes.

"You're trembling," he whispered, the corners of his lips twitching slightly in a hint of a smile. You couldn't pull away or move. His whole body felt numb, paralyzed by his presence.

"Say no,— his voice was low, hypnotic. —"And I'll stop."

But you were silent. You said softly,

—"n-no...it's wrong..." Yunho froze for a second, his eyes darkened, but then he slowly pulled away, leaving a slight coolness where his hands had been a moment ago. "

Wrong?" His voice was calm, but there was something dangerous in it.

"Do you really think so?" You nodded, not daring to look up. He exhaled softly, as if restraining himself, and then stepped back, allowing you to finally take a cup of coffee.

—Okay,— he said evenly, —"but next time, don't provoke me if you're not ready." You didn't know what to say to that, so you just turned away, taking a sip of the hot drink, trying to stop your hands from shaking.You said,

"I didn't provoke you..You're the one who's bothering me.." His face turned out to beYunho chuckled, but there was no mockery in his gaze — rather, there was something dark, exploring.

"Me?" Am I bothering you?" He took a slow step toward you, forcing you to lean against the kitchen table.

"Is it my fault that you're so cute in your dress?" Why are you looking at me like you don't understand what you're doing to me? You clutched the cup in your hands, trying not to show your trembling.

—I don't...— You faltered when he leaned closer, but suddenly, instead of hugging you again, he just took the cup of coffee from your hands and took a sip.

"Too sweet,— he muttered, setting the cup down on the table. —Just like you." You stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say. He was acting like he was allowed to do anything again. But what bothered you more was that a part of you didn't mind at all.

You finished your coffee and left the kitchen, "Do you want to stay again today?" You asked, Yunho lazily leaned against the doorway, watching you with a smirk.

"And if I want to?" His voice was low, almost purring. You rolled your eyes, but you could feel the tension inside. He really could have stayed, even if you were against it.

"You have your own house," you reminded him, crossing your arms over your chest. He tilted his head slightly, as if pondering your words

. — There is. But I like it here." You sighed heavily, realizing that it was pointless to argue with him.

—Do whatever you want," you muttered and headed for your room.

"I'm already doing it, little one," — you heard his pleased voice after him. You quickly changed into your soft pajamas—cozy, but with cute details that only emphasized your fragility.

Warmth enveloped you, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you climbed onto the bed. But as soon as you settled in, the door creaked softly.

You looked up and saw Yunho. He was standing in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, squinting at you.

"You look too..." he didn't finish his sentence, but his tone made you swallow nervously. "What do you want again?" You tried to sound confident, but your voice still faltered.He took a step forward, then another.

"To take a closer look at you," he replied calmly. You quickly sat down when he came to the bed, but before you could react, he was already climbing up to you, leaning on his hands on either side of your body.

—Yunho...— your voice dropped to a whisper as he slowly leaned closer.

—Hush,— he whispered, and then, without letting you dodge, he bent down to your neck. You felt a hot breath touch your skin. He ran the tip of his nose over your collarbone, and then lightly touched his lips to your neck, barely perceptibly, but enough to send shivers down your spine.

"Do you know what you look like now?" His voice sounded a little hoarse. You didn't answer, just tried to move away, but he immediately pressed you harder against the pillow, not allowing you to leave.

You said, frowning, "you're scaring me.."

"sleep" he say.

You slowly opened your eyes, feeling the sun's rays coming through the curtains. Your body was relaxed, but as soon as you turned on your side, you felt warmth next to you.

Yunho.

He was lying on the bed, slightly turned away from you, one hand under his head, the other lying casually on the blanket. His breathing was steady, calm.

You froze.

Was he... was he here all night? You were sure he was going to sleep in an armchair.

You carefully got up, hoping to slip out of bed, but before you could move, his hand abruptly grabbed your wrist.

"Where to?" His voice was hoarse from sleep, but that only made it sound more commanding.

"Um... wash up?" You swallowed, trying not to show your excitement. Yunho opened one eye, looked at you, and smiled faintly.

"It's still early."

"For what purpose?" — In order to get up.

—But...— you hesitated, but he pulled you back, forcing you to sink back onto the pillow.

"Lie down a little longer," he muttered, closing his eyes.

You froze, feeling his hand still holding you. What's going on anyway? At least he didn't sleep hugging you, and that's for the best. You told yourself. "Why are you doing this to me?" You asked, Yunho did not immediately respond. He lazily opened his eyes, looked at you, and then suddenly stretched, forcing you to press a little harder against the bed.

"What do you mean?" His voice was calm, but there was a hint of mockery in it. You pursed your lips.

"You're acting like you have a right to me..."… Yunho stared at you in silence for a few long seconds before chuckling and leaning a little closer.

—And if it is?" You felt your stomach tighten.

- what?.."

He ran his fingers over your cheek, making you feel how warm and confident his touch was. "You know the answer, little one."

You asked, "Are you coming to me...You always stay, since the day you came to the library, you've been messing with me..Don't you have anything to do? It's time for you to get married in your thirties. Or do your mafia jobs."

He froze. He didn't know that you found out that he was a mafia boss, he didn't want to tell you that. But you found out yesterday who he really is...

"Who told you that?" He asked, looking with an icy gaze, having already woken up from sleep,

You swallowed, feeling the tension in the air. Yunho no longer looked relaxed or mocking — now his gaze was sharp, cold, piercing through. — What's the difference? " You replied carefully, pulling away from him and sitting up on the bed. He grabbed your wrist abruptly, forcing you to look into his eyes again.

"I asked who told you that." You shuddered involuntarily, but then you pulled yourself together.

—Grandma Lee,— you confessed, knowing it was pointless to lie to him.

Yunho pursed his lips, his fingers on your wrist tightened slightly, but he immediately released you, getting out of bed.

—Damn old woman...— he muttered to himself, running his hand through his hair. You're frowning.

"Don't you dare talk about her like that!" He turned abruptly to you, his eyes flashing with dark fire.

"Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" His voice was low, menacing. You bit your lip, but you answered firmly.: — If you were hoping that I would be terrified and run away, then I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen". Yunho slowly chuckled.

"You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, little one."

You said, "I am...If I don't even know, I... just don't see you as a stranger because Grandma Lee knows you.."

Yunho looked at you carefully, his gaze softened, but the tension was still felt in the air. "Grandma Li knows me, but that doesn't mean you have to trust me,"— his voice was low, but not as threatening as before. You gripped the edge of your pajamas, lowering your head a little.

—I just... I don't see you as a stranger," you confessed softly. Yunho watched you in silence for a few seconds, and then suddenly sat down next to you on the bed, resting his hands on his knees.

"You're stupid," he breathed, shaking his head. You're frowning.

"Hey, that's rude! He grinned, but there was something else in his eyes-concern?

— I'm not just saying this. If you knew what kind of things I do, what kind of people are around me... you wouldn't be sitting here so calmly," he said, staring at you intently.

You thought about it, but you still didn't feel afraid.

"But you didn't do anything to hurt me."… Yunho chuckled, but this time his smile was kind of tired.

"Not yet,— he muttered, getting to his feet. "Get changed, I'll take you to the library."

In a few minutes, you were already in the car. [You're wearing the same clothes today anyway. The maid. Yunho was driving himself,

"How many years has it been since you're a mob boss?" You asked innocently.

Yunho was silent for a few seconds, holding the steering wheel tighter than usual. His gaze was on the road, but you noticed his jaw tighten.

"Too much,— he finally replied, without taking his eyes off the road. You tilted your head, watching his profile.

—you mean? How many exactly? " Yunho sighed, but still replied,

"Almost ten years."

You blinked in surprise.

"Ten?"

So you started doing this when you were... twenty? He nodded curtly, not wanting to go into details.

"But why?" — You continued, - You could have chosen another life.…"

Yunho chuckled, but there was no humor in that grin.

"I couldn't,— he said simply. —You don't know this world, doll. It's not as easy to get out of it as it is to get in. You're frowning.

"But you like it, don't you?" He gave you a quick glance, assessing how serious you were.

— Do I like being the one who is feared? The ones who make the decisions on which lives depend?

He chuckled. "Maybe." You thought about his words.

"You scare people... but not me,— you said honestly.

Yunho froze for a second, but then went back to driving.

"That's your problem, baby," he murmured.

"And sooner or later you'll figure out why."

"Go, Grandma Li is already waiting" he said.

The days went by like that, Yunho sometimes brought you, then generally stayed at your apartment, and sometimes there were days when he didn't stay, but you noticed his people around the house. A week has already passed, you were sorting books in the library, then you heard Grandma Lee calling you, and went to her.

"Honey, go home, we'll close early today," she said, and after a minute you closed the library and you headed home too.

Yunho didn't come, and you didn't want to wait for him, so you went home.

You were walking home, thinking about the day before, when you suddenly heard fast footsteps behind you.

Before you could turn around, strong hands grabbed you, pinching your mouth tightly. You wanted to scream, but your voice stuck in your throat when you were roughly thrown into a black car.

—Damn, hold her tight!" — one of the men growled, pushing you deeper into the salon. "Let me go!" "you tried to pull away, but their grip was too strong.

—We're saving you, girl, you don't even realize what trouble you're in," — the other chuckled, tightening his arms behind his back.

The car was speeding through the dark streets, and you just kept saying,

"Let me go... let me go."… But they weren't listening.

—Too loud," one of them grumbled, and then someone punched you painfully in the stomach, and you coughed in pain.

After a while, the car stopped abruptly.

"What happened?" An exasperated voice was heard.

—Yunho might notice that she's not there,— someone replied.

— Exactly. We need to hurry." — The door swung open and you were dragged out.

You tried to resist, but your strength was running out fast. They carried you deep into an abandoned building, the walls of which were soaked with dampness and fear.

"We need to leave a trail so that this bastard knows what was done to his girl," —one of them grinned.

You didn't have time to say anything, as a sharp pain shot through your head – a strong blow made the stars flash before your eyes. You fell to your knees, feeling the blood trickle down your cheek.

— Well, my beauty, will you remember this evening?" — Rude laughter rang out. One of the men took a blade and ran it over the skin, leaving a shallow but painful cut.

"That's enough, let's go," the chief ordered.

They're gone, leaving you lying on the cold floor. The world swam before your eyes, and the last thing you thought about before falling into darkness was: " Yunho... will he find me?"

You were crying, you couldn't stop, they...blood was running down your cheek, your body was shaking, fear was enveloping you, you were sitting on the cold concrete sobbing in pain and fear. You didn't do anything, why did they do that...

You couldn't stop crying even if you wanted to. The pain tore through your body, but the worst part was the realization that you hadn't done anything, and they'd hurt you anyway. You were afraid of the dark, and the abandoned building was filled with darkness, depressing and frightening. your eyes were already hurting from crying, and the blood wouldn't stop flowing down your arm and down your cheeks.

You tried to calm your breathing, but the sobs came out on their own. Her eyes burned with tears, and her body trembled, shaking with pain.

You wanted to get out your phone, call him... but your fingers wouldn't work. As if this simple task was too much. His arm lay limply on the floor, and his heart was pounding in his chest. And then…

* Steps.*

Footsteps...

sounded in the silence, echoing through the abandoned building. You tensed, covering your mouth with your hand so as not to make a sound.

Maybe they're back.

Maybe it's not enough for them what they've already done? The footsteps were getting closer. A dark figure appeared in the opening of the ruined wall. You froze.

And then u saw…

Kenya.

Did he find you?

Kenya stopped, examining you. His usually impassive face flickered for a moment, but immediately returned to its previous expression. He slowly came closer, and you involuntarily shrank back against the wall.

"They beat you up a lot," he said calmly, crouching down in front of you. You didn't answer, just looked at him with frightened, tear-stained eyes.

"Can you walk?" he asked, but when he saw how you barely moved your arm and immediately hissed in pain, he cursed briefly and leaned closer. You twitched, but Kenya calmly said,

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to pick you up." You wanted to say something, but your lips were trembling, the words stuck in your throat. Kenya gently picked you up, lifted you off the floor, and you involuntarily moaned in pain.

—Be patient,"— he said softly, coming out of the abandoned room. The cold air burned my skin, but it was nothing compared to the pain.

Kenya was walking briskly towards a black car parked nearby.

— Yunho..." — You whispered, barely finding the strength to speak.

"He's furious,— Kenya said, opening the back door.

It was warmer in the car than it was there.

"Like you...Did you find me..?" —You asked quietly, despite the pain, and I glanced at you in the rearview mirror.

"We've been watching you. We're always watching," he replied calmly, twisting the steering wheel.

You blinked, trying to process his words. Yunho ordered me to keep an eye on you.

—"You thought you were free, but in reality...— he chuckled, but without mockery, rather tiredly, —we're always there for you."

You swallowed hard, turning to the window. It was supposed to be scary, but after everything that happened, you couldn't feel anything but relief.

"Then why...— the voice was shaking —Why didn't you come earlier?"

Kenya was silent for a while, and then replied, —"We were distracted. It was a planned attack. They knew when you'd be alone."

You closed your eyes. So it wasn't a random attack. Someone was purposefully hunting you. — Yunho… He… "

"He's already waiting. And believe me, he's furious."

You squeezed your eyes shut weakly. You didn't know which was scarier, what happened to you... or what Yunho would do now.

You were crying anyway, from fear, from pain...this is the first time you've been raped like this.

"Why... him...Didn't come?" You asked Kenya, and Kenya gripped the steering wheel tighter, his fingers white with tension.

"He was looking for you,— he said dully. —We've been looking"

You sobbed, pressing yourself against the car door, as if you wanted to get smaller, to hide.

—They..." her voice was shaking, and tears were coming again. —They did it... and he wasn't there." Kenya exhaled heavily.

"He'll kill them. Every single one of them. "

You flinched. You didn't doubt it. But that didn't comfort you. The pain didn't go away. The fear wouldn't let go.

"I..." you gasped. "I can't."… "We're almost there,— he interrupted, and for the first time there was a hint of gentleness in his voice.

"Be patient." You squeezed your eyes shut, holding back your sobs. Yunho… What will he say? How will he look at you?

"He didn't know," —his voice was hard, tinged with rage.— "If only he knew where you were... Even hell wouldn't have kept him from going there sooner."

You were crying anyway, fear was still clutching your heart, and your body was convulsing with pain. The blood continued to flow down his arm and cheeks, but the tears did not stop. A few minutes later, the car slowed down and stopped. You looked up with tear-stained eyes and were surprised to see that Kenya had brought you not to Yunho's mansion, but to your house.

"Why... here?" your voice was weak, barely audible. Kenya looked at you, his dark eyes filled with tension. — Yunho will come by himself. He didn't want you to end up in his house in such a state.… He's...— Kenya clenched his jaw.— "He doesn't want you to feel like a hostage."

You sobbed, looking down.

"Can you walk?" he asked after a pause. You tried to open the door, but your fingers were shaking and your body felt heavy. It was difficult to even raise my hand. Kenya got out of the car without a word, walked around it, and opened the door for you.

"I'll help,— he said firmly. You didn't argue.He picked you up in his arms and walked home.

And the house was already surrounded by his people, but you couldn't see them, but you saw them..If Kenya is here, then so are his people...

He took the keys from your pocket and opened the door, closing it behind him...walking into your bedroom. Kenya came into the apartment holding you in his arms. He easily found the light switch, and the soft light flooded the room, but it didn't make you feel any better. You noticed that shadows were flickering outside the windows – his men surrounded the house.

They were here, hiding in the dark, guarding the entrance. So Yunho is somewhere nearby.… Kenya walked into your bedroom without a word, without asking for directions. He knew where to go. You were too exhausted to protest. His body ached, his lips trembled, and blood continued to flow down his arm and cheek. He gently lowered you onto the bed, but even that movement made you wince in pain.

"I'll call a doctor," he said shortly, getting out of bed.

- no... No need... — You barely breathed out. Kenya frowned at you, his jaw clenched.

"You're in no condition to be stubborn."

You closed your eyes, tears welled up in your eyes again.

— Yunho… Is he coming? This time, Kenya did not respond immediately. You heard his heavy intake of breath.

"He's on his way."

You saw him calling a doctor he probably already knows...you were still crying and shaking, in pain and fear...Kenya went out for a minute to say something to the guards, and then he came in. Kenya sat down next to you, examining your arm wounds and bruises, and slightly wiping the blood from your face, despite the fact that you were crying anyway, and then. The front door opened with a jerk, as if it had been opened with a blow...and fast, heavy footsteps along the corridor..Is that Yunho? What is his condition..?

————

The front door swung open with a bang, as if it had been knocked off its hinges.

Heavy, fast footsteps echoed loudly in the corridor, approaching with frightening speed. Tension hung in the air, thick as before a thunderstorm.

Kenya stood up abruptly, but even he looked wary. You turned your head weakly, already knowing who had entered.

Yunho.

He was standing in the doorway, and just the sight of him sent a chill of fear through me.

His eyes, usually calm, were now burning with rage, so dark that it was impossible to look into them for long. His jaw is clenched, and his hands are shaking with rage. His every breath was heavy and deep, as if he was trying to restrain himself from exploding right here and now.

"Who?" His voice was low, almost a growl. — Who. It is. Did it? "

You shuddered, his voice was bone-chilling. Kenya was silent, but his look said it all.

Yunho took a step forward, and then one more time, quickly and abruptly kneeling in front of you. His fingers touched your face, but there was no softness in that touch—just tension, held with the last of his strength.

His eyes darted over your wounds, your split cheek, your wrists, which were still shaking from the pain. You saw how his breathing faltered, how the vein in his neck twitched sharply.

—Yunho..." your voice was weak, broken. But he didn't seem to hear you.

He looked at you as if the whole world had collapsed in front of him.

"I'm going to kill them," he breathed, in a voice that had no doubt in it.The silence in the room was oppressive. You swallowed weakly, feeling a lump rise in your throat.

—Why... weren't you there?" Your voice was shaking.

Yunho froze.

A whole storm swept through his eyes—rage, guilt, helplessness.

"If I had known..." he closed his eyes for a moment, and then exhaled sharply.—"If only I knew...."

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white. —These bastards can't even imagine what awaits them," he hissed. He straightened up, looking at Kenya.

"Find them, every last one of them. I want them to beg for death when I find them."

Kenya nodded and immediately left without asking any questions. Yunho looked at you again.

"I'm sorry,— his voice faltered, but only for a moment.— "I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you. You sobbed again, and the tears began to flow with renewed vigor. Yunho slowly reached forward, gently hugging you to him. His arms were tense, and his breathing was labored.

"That's it, shh...I'm here,— his lips touched your head. — "I won't let anyone lay a finger on you anymore." But even in spite of his words, you could hear him whispering through his teeth over and over, like a spell:

"I'll kill them. I will kill every one of them."

You were still sobbing, clinging to him. From the pain, from the fear, it was the first time you were in such a state, beaten up..

"W-why people...such..?" You whispered through your tears, "I'm okay...I didn't do anything wrong.." Crying again, Yunho squeezed you tighter, his hands were shaking, but he held you as if he was trying to put all your broken parts back together. His breathing was heavy, and his heart was pounding fast, almost loudly.

—Humans are monsters,— his voice was low, hoarse with rage. — They know no boundaries if they are not put in their place."

You clutched at his shirt, feeling your body shake with sobs again.

"I... didn't do anything wrong..." your words were drowned in tears, and your heart was in pain. Yunho hugged you even tighter, leaning into your ear.

"You didn't do anything,— he whispered, his voice full of pain. —They're the scum who don't deserve a single drop of forgiveness. "

You sobbed, pressing yourself closer to him. "They'll never touch you again,— he said, sounding like an oath. –"Never."

He's going to kill them. Without remorse, without mercy. Because no one, no one has the right to touch his little, innocent girl.

"They're going to pay for this,— he hissed, his voice low, almost bestial. —"I swear they'll die slowly." You didn't know what to say. You just trembled in his arms, and he, overcome with rage, was already mentally cracking down on everyone who dared to touch you.

After that, the doctor came into the apartment...

And you, incredulously, did not let the PM touch you, snuggling up to Yunho, and hiding in his arms, the Doctor stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He had a black briefcase in his hands and an unflappable expression on his face. But as soon as he took a step closer to the bed, you instantly curled into a ball, snuggling up to Yunho and burying your face in his chest.

—Don't..." your voice was low, trembling, filled with fear. Yunho felt you clutching his shirt, and your trembling fingers told him more than any words.

"Get back," — he growled, looking at the doctor with an icy stare. He stopped, raising his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

"I need to treat her wounds," he said calmly. But you didn't want to. You couldn't let anyone else touch you. Your whole body ached, the marks of the blows were still burning, and every gesture caused you to have a new panic attack.

—Hush,— Yunho whispered, stroking your back. —"I'm here." You shook your head, still pressing into him.

"Do you trust me?" Yunho bent down gently, looking into your eyes.

You sobbed, but nodded slowly.

"Then let me help,— he ran his hand over your head. —"The doctor won't hurt you. I won't allow it."

You sat there for a while, clutching his shirt in your fists, and then slowly nodded. But you still didn't let go of Yunho when the doctor cautiously approached, taking out bandages and antiseptic.

—"She's afraid," he told the doctor dryly, a threat in his voice.— "Do something, but don't scare her. " The doctor nodded understandingly and carefully knelt down next to the bed, keeping his hands in plain sight so that you wouldn't be even more scared.

"It's okay,— his voice was soft. —"I just want to help."

You're hurt, you're in pain. But I won't hurt you." He said, taking out bandages, and you still haven't moved a millimeter away from Yunho, still hiding in his arms.

The Doctor acted cautiously, his movements were slow and careful. He didn't make any sudden gestures, realizing that any wrong move could cause you to have another panic attack. You were trembling, your fingers were still clutching Yunho's shirt, and he didn't even try to pull away. On the contrary, his arm tightened around you, creating a sense of security around you.

—Hush, baby,— he murmured, gently running his palm over your head. You felt his warmth, his strength, and it was the only thing that kept you from breaking down completely. The doctor carefully soaked the bandage with antiseptic and slowly approached.

"It may sting a little, but it will make you feel better,— he warned. You squeezed harder, but Yunho held you tight, not letting you get any more scared.

"It's okay," his voice was low, calm. "I'm right here." You took a deep breath, pressing your forehead against his chest, and allowed the doctor to begin treating the wounds.Like a kitten who was trying to get an injection, you shuddered with every touch of the doctor, then he took out a syringe.

You tensed up sharply when you saw the doctor take out a syringe. Your eyes widened, your breathing became short, and your hands clutched at Yunho's shirt convulsively, as if you were a frightened kitten that had been cornered.

—N-no...— you whispered in a trembling voice, clinging to him even more tightly. Yunho immediately felt your panic, and his hand went to your back, holding you tightly.

—Easy, baby," his voice was low but firm.

–"It's just an injection. He will help you."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes again.

"I don't want to..." you sobbed, clutching the fabric of his clothes. The Doctor looked at Yunho, waiting for his decision. He sighed, running his palm over your back, trying to calm you down. "You want the pain to go away, don't you?" he asked, his voice softening. You nodded softly, but the fear wouldn't go away.

—Then trust me,— he leaned closer, his lips almost touching your ear. "I got you." Everything will be fine. You were trembling, but when he said that… You believed him.

You were still trembling, but gradually your sobs subsided, you felt Yunho's warmth, his palm on your back, his breath next to you. —Let's do this,— he suggested, stroking you. "Hold my hand, Just look at me" . You slowly raised your head, meeting his dark but warm gaze. He was a threat to the whole city, but now... now he was just your protection. The doctor, seeing that you had calmed down a little, carefully treated your wound.

You flinched from the touch, squeezing Yunho's hand until it hurt, but he didn't even flinch, just held you tighter.

"Well done, baby," he praised, and then… You felt a slight prick in your arm. You jumped up, but Yunho immediately hugged you tighter, his lips barely touching your temple.

"That's it, hush, hush..." his voice was low, almost lulling. You took a deep breath, holding yourself in check with the last of your strength. In a few seconds, it was all over.

"Good girl," he said, stroking your back. "You did well." You just nodded, clinging to him.

When the doctor got up, you abruptly snuggled up to Yunho again, as if you wanted to hide in his arms

."I wrote the pills, she has to take them, and... can I talk to you for a minute?" The doctor asked, Yunho pursed his lips in displeasure, his hand was still on your back, as if he didn't want to let you go even for a second.

You cringed even more, hiding in his arms as the doctor got to his feet. "What?" Yunho snapped, not moving from his seat.

—Alone," the doctor repeated calmly, nodding towards the door. Yunho looked at you, his gaze softened.

"I'll be right back, baby," he said, stroking your head. "I'm right here." But as soon as he tried to stand up, you gripped his shirt tighter, clenching your fists.

"D—don't go...— you whispered softly, your voice trembling. Yunho froze, and then gave the doctor a hard look.

— Speak here."

The Doctor sighed slightly, but did not argue.

— She has severe fatigue, stress, nervous exhaustion, plus injuries. The body is weakened. If you don't give her a rest, it can affect her recovery," —he began, looking at his notebook. — Pills for pain, for inflammation, sedative… She needs peace of mind. And… He hesitated.

"So what?" Yunho's voice darkened.

"She's afraid of any touch except yours,— the doctor added softly. "That's... not a good sign." Yunho inhaled slowly, his hands tightening slightly on you.

"I'll take care of her myself," his voice was firm, peremptory.

"Go away." The doctor just nodded, without asking any questions, and headed for the exit. You didn't hear the whole conversation, you were too tired, too exhausted, but when the door closed, you still didn't let go of Yunho.

"It's okay, baby," his voice was soft, almost a whisper. "I'm here." I'm not letting you go anywhere.

the doctor wanted to say something else, but he kept silent and left the house.

Kenya came into the room saying that they had found those men, and Yunho told him that he would personally go. You told him to stay so he wouldn't leave, but he said there were guards and they were going to protect you, and that he needed to leave to deal with those men. But you cried again, asking him to stay, begging, trembling in his arms, and he couldn't refuse you and stayed hugging you until you fell asleep.

Yunho slowly pulled back, feeling you breathing steadily and quietly. You fell asleep curled up in a ball, trusting him even in your sleep. He carefully pulled back the covers and got up from the bed. In the darkness of the room, his eyes flashed with dangerous fire. Carefully adjusting the blanket, he looked at you once more, remembering your peaceful, albeit tired appearance. Then he left the bedroom, dimming the lights, and wasted no time heading for the exit.

"Strengthen the security," he snapped, going out into the street.

— No one should even go near the house. But so she wouldn't notice. Kenya, who was waiting for him by the car, just nodded, giving commands into the radio. Yunho's men instantly began to take up positions, remaining invisible but ready for any orders. Yunho got into the car, gripping the steering wheel tightly as Kenya took a seat next to him.

"They're in the barn,— Kenya reminded him. Yunho exhaled slowly, feeling the rage rise in him again, flooding his mind with a dark, cold rage.

—Let's go," he said, his voice low and full of menace. The car pulled away, disappearing into the night.

————

The car stopped in front of an abandoned barn on the outskirts of the city. The dark building towered in the night, its walls chipped by time, and the roof caved in in places. Yunho's men stood around, silent, dressed in black, their faces hidden in shadows. Yunho slowly got out of the car. The night was cold, but his flame inside was only getting hotter. He was no longer clenching his jaw—he was calm now, frighteningly calm. Kenya opened the heavy barn door. The creak of rusty hinges echoed through the night. Inside, the five men were lying on the floor, bound and beaten. As soon as Yunho entered, one of them jerked when he saw him. He tried to crawl away, but bumped into a wall and froze, breathing heavily. The others also began to realize the trap they had fallen into. Yunho was in no hurry. He walked slowly along them, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. He looked at them as if deciding who to start with. His voice was low, but it chilled even Kenya's ears.

The five men froze, afraidYunho slowly sucked in a breath, as if trying to contain his rage, but with every passing second his patience was evaporating.

"I asked a question," his voice became lower, hoarser. He looked at them, and there was not a drop of pity in his gaze. "Who.The first. He touched it. Before her? "

The men were silent. One of them swallowed, the other looked away, as if that could save him. Yunho nodded slowly, rolling up his sleeves higher.

— Kenya.

"Yes, boss."

"Break his finger."

"Which one?"

—Anyone. "

Kenya didn't even think about it. He went up to the nearest one, grabbed his wrist and, before he could beg for mercy, twisted his finger to the side with a bang. A wild scream rang out.

— Ah-ah-ah-ah! Wh-what are you doing?!"

—I'm helping you talk,— Yunho replied in a flat voice. He slowly bent over him, watching as he writhed in pain.

— I repeat. Who. The first. He touched it. Before her?"

— Me! It was me!"

One of them screamed, his voice shaking. Yunho looked at him.

— good. "

The next second, he punched him in the face so hard that he collapsed to the floor, and something red, either blood or a tooth, spat out of his mouth.

— And who hit her in the face?"

Silence.

Yunho looked around at the others, but none of them dared to speak.

— Kenya.

"Yes, boss."

"Break another one."

The scream rang out again, pain and fear filled the room. Yunho exhaled, closing his eyes, trying to hold back, but a storm was already raging inside him.

"You have no idea how wrong you were when you touched her," his voice was low, dangerous.

"You broke it. You made her cry. Her. My." His hands balled into fists, and he spun around, punching another man in the ribs.

"I won't kill you." The men shuddered, but there was no relief. Yunho leaned closer, his breath burning the air between them. "But I'm going to make you beg me for it."

Yunho silently turned around, stepped forward, and without warning punched the next man, sending him flying backward, hitting the wall with a thud. He groaned, trying to get up, but Yunho grabbed his hair, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Did you hit her?" His voice was flat, but there was a threat in it, as cold and inescapable as death itself.

—N-n-no, I... I don't…" The crunch. Yunho squeezed his hand, twisting his finger with ease.

A cry of pain filled the barn, but Yunho didn't even blink.

"Try again."

—I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! "

Yunho abruptly released him, allowing him to collapse to the ground. He looked around at the others with an icy gaze.

— Do you like to hurt those who are weaker than you? " His voice was lower, more dangerous.

— Do you like it when they cry, when they beg?"

No one answered.

Yunho approached the other one, the one who was silent, clenching his teeth. He abruptly grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.

—And if I do the same to you?" He pinned him against the wall with force, causing his face to contort in horror.

"Would it be nice?"

—P-please… "

Yunho tilted his head to the side, as if thinking. Then he slowly loosened his grip, but before the man could take a deep breath, he hit him in the stomach with his elbow, and then with his knee in the face. There was a crunching sound— a broken nose. The man fell, coughing up blood.

"Get up,— Yunho ordered. He tried, but the pain twisted him.

"Get up." Yunho's voice was as cold as ice.

—B-boss,— Kenya interjected, but Yunho raised his hand to stop him. He turned to the others. — There were five of you. You attacked one."

Defenseless. There was more than just rage in his voice, but something deeper, darker. "If I hadn't found her in time."… He closed his eyes for a moment, holding back the storm.

"But I found it." His fist slammed into the next one, then again. He didn't stop until he collapsed, coughing and moaning.

"And now I'm your hell." Yunho exhaled slowly, letting rage fill every cell of his body. He promised them hell, and he's going to make it happen. The first scream echoed through the barn as he grabbed one of the men and threw him violently onto a rough-hewn table. The tree cracked, and he wheezed, trying to crawl away, but Yunho pinned him by the neck, not even allowing him to move.

"Did you scream when she begged you to stop?" His voice was dangerously low. The man struggled, twitching under his grip.

"Please… Please don't.… —It's too late.

Yunho picked up the nearest knife, a thin, sharp one designed not to kill, but to torment. Without hesitation, he stabbed it into the man's arm, pinning it to the table. A wild, painful scream rang out.

"Does it hurt?" Yunho asked, leaning closer.

— Y-yes! You are welcome!

— good." Yunho turned the blade, aggravating the wound, watching the man's eyes widen in horror. He pulled out the knife and, without giving a break, slashed at the other arm, cutting through the skin and muscles.

The blood flowed down the tree, soaking into it. —I... I didn't mean to...— he gasped.

"Did she want to?" Yunho punched him in the face, breaking his cheekbone.

Kenya watched in silence, realizing that this process could not be stopped. Yunho slowly turned to the others.

"Who's next?" The three remaining ones turned pale, and one was already trying to crawl away, but Yunho's men grabbed him and roughly pulled him to his feet.

— Don't kill… We'll tell you everything…Tell me?" Yunho chuckled, then abruptly grabbed the man by the hair and forced him to look at his bloody comrade.

"Look at this. He won't just kill them. He'll tear everyone apart. The next scream was drowned out even by the wind outside the barn.

"You."

Crud. Yunho suddenly kicked the air out of him with a hard kick, forcing him to fall to his knees. — Did you think you could just hide?"

Then a shot went straight to the head, the muffled sound of the shot echoed through the barn, and the man's body collapsed onto the dirty wooden floor.

The others froze, afraid to even breathe. Blood slowly spread across the boardwalk, mixing with the dust.

Yunho lowered the gun, but his hand didn't waver. He turned his dark, angry gaze on the others. Theman, who was trying to hide behind the others, jerked back, but Yunho's men grabbed him, roughly putting him in front of his boss.

"Please... I… I didn't know..." he muttered, tears of fear streaming down his face. Yunho tilted his head to the side, as if examining the pathetic worm in front of him. Then he slowly raised the gun, placing it against the victim's forehead.

"You didn't know?" His voice was icy. — You watched, you laughed, you participated. "Please!" No! A loud gunshot ripped through the air, and another body collapsed at Yunho's feet. He didn't even blink. There are three left. They were trembling, not even daring to utter a word. "Are you scared?" Yunho slowly came closer. — She was scared too. He threw the gun to Kenya, not needing it anymore. These three deserved something worse. Much worse. Yunho rolled up his sleeves, showing the fresh dark veins of anger on his arms.

"I promised you hell." Welcome. The first blow shattered the ribs of another victim.

The way home was quiet, Yunho took off his gloves stained with the blood of those men and looked at the road, while the driver silently drove back, and Kenya sat next to Yunho.

"You're all covered in blood," Kenya noted, and he chuckled. "Should I go now and wake her up, and then make her mine, huh? I'll make love to her."

Kenya fell silent looking at him, "..what exactly do you mean?"

"I'll go tie her hands, then fuck her until the morning until the only thing left in her head is my name as a moan." he said seriously.

"Boss, she's not in that condition right now. Maybe you should do it another time? You know her condition," Kenya said.

Yunho was silent, then said with a grin "I am burning with this desire. I will do it, I will fuck her well, so that she will feel only me. She is mine. Only mine. And tonight will be the first experience for her"

H do it...?

This part turned out to be long, so read with love. I think you will like it, I hope this part turned out interesting? give a lot of love ♡ in the next series I think...there will be that very scene that you are waiting for... smut. ♡

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Across Stardust - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | soulmate au, idol!yunho x makeup artist!reader (ONGOING)

you and yunho have worked together for years, idol and makeup artist, but until today you’ve never touched him skin to skin. when the world tilts on its head from just a brush of his cheek, you realize he’s so much more than a crush, he’s your soulmate.

Summer nights | Summer's End - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommates au (COMPLETED)

he's your best friend and roommate, but during the heat of summer and the confinement of quarantine, you just can't seem to help yourselves.

Guard Dog | part 2 - @beenbaanbuun | hybrid au, hybrid!yunho

Ok, Cowboy - @everyonewooeverywhere (✴) | strangers to lovers au, cowboy mechanic!yunho (ONGOING)

when you come into his shop to get your boyfriend's car fixed, yunho can help but wonder what a hardworking, pretty girl like you is doing with someone so...pathetic. and maybe, just maybe, he feels like he could treat you better.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Guerilla | bonus - @sorryimananti-romantic ✴ | serial killer doctor!yunho x crime fiction writer!reader (COMPLETED)

you're a crime fiction writer and you move in with dr. jeong yunho despite his strange, strict house rules. he's very private and you don't mind that, but he's also very cold and unapproachable and you're determined to crack through his walls. little did you know your obsession with gore and crime would melt his heart. Soon, you find yourself tangled in lies, secrets and a detective from your past who suspects yunho and his gang as you navigate thru your relationship with him.

⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Oneshots and drabbles ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sudden + (A)cute - @eoieopda | friends to lovers au

jeong yunho’s got a serious case of downbaditis — oh, and also a cold.

Stupid In Love - @koyagifs | soon to be parent!au

yunho so excited to become a father, he was determined to make your babymoon the most memorable memory for you.

Antithesis - @kitten4sannie ✴ | spiderman/venom bf!yunho

your boyfriend is going through a phase.

Sixth Sense - @pirateprincessblog | spiderman au, enemies to lovers au, spiderman!yunho x villain!reader

while all of the city loves their superhero and is ready to defend him with their lives, you seem to be the only fool looking at the bigger picture. and the only one to loathe spiderman.

Pressure Points - @jinkoh ✴ | physiotherapist!yunho

your physical therapy is getting very physical

Love Again - @xomakara ✴ | single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader

You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

P☆RNST☆R - @slutforwoo ✴ | nerd!yunho x gothcamgirl!reader

Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Drill - @byuntrash101 ✴

yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

Prove Her Wrong - @kp-alice ✴ | sub bf!yunho

Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.

Can't Get Rid Of You - @yunniverse | academic rivals to lovers au

both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other

Is that me? - @evenyvn | streamer!yunho x gf!reader

in which yunho makes his in game avatar eerily similar to you and thought no one will notice.

Raw Need - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | omegaverse au, alpha!yunho x omega!reader

your first rut washed rough over you... and even if you didn't wanna do anything about it... your man made sure he'd fuck you senseless thru your rut.

Highs And Lows - @slutteok ✴ | gamer!yunho

you and yunho always joked about getting a dog bed.

09:12 - @atinyslittleworld | protective friend!yunho

Yunho’s protective instincts surface when a persistent stalker confronts Y/N, revealing his possessive side and sparking unexpected emotions.

23:13 PM - @hwaightme | bf!yunho

to be loved is to be heard, and yunho reminds you of this again and again, knowing you beyond the literal and the expected.

Dibs - @s4nniebe4r | rival!yunho

somebody keeps stealing your favorite chair

Find You In My Heart - @anxiouscherubs ✴ | friends to lovers au

the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

Playing In Glass Houses - @honeyhotteoks ✴

the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn’t expect it to be like this.

The Fall - @honeyhotteoks | idol bf!yunho x dancer!reader

during dance practice for the upcoming tour, you fall from a dangerous position, yunho reacts and gets you to the hospital.

In The Act - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommate!yunho

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

Darling Mine - @yuyusbabygirl ✴

You spend the night at your boyfriend's place for the first time and he really likes it when you wear his clothes

Pretty Hands - @starcrossedmusings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

Too Sweet - @hongjoongspoetry ✴ | upcoming rockstar!yunho, opposites attract au

Two complete opposites who are quickly falling for each other, one wanting more but the other afraid of all the things that could go wrong.

Testing The Waters - @stayteezdreams | friends to lovers au

While attending a Halloween party, you learn Yunho's mystery costume was really just a plan to make his feelings for you a bit more obvious.

Tension And Desires - @xomakara ✴ | oblivious friends to lovers au

You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…

Snuggles And Cuddles - @makeitmingi | drunk bf!yunho

Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Kinktober 2024 : Breeding - @desirehorizon ✴

an innocent question to your boyfriend leaves you pumped full of his cum - what an evening!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Puppy With An MAcc - @kp-alice | client!yunho x dominatrix!reader

Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - @starrysvn | friends to lovers au, fake dating au

college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic | best friends to lovers au

you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

Player 9 - @pirateprincessblog ✴ | football player/coach!yunho x aunt!reader

finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.

Muse - @yunholuvrr ✴ | model!yunho x photographer!reader

Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

Opposites Attract - @tainsan ✴ | college au, tutor!yunho

you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

Come Fly With Me - @hwaightme | pilot!yunho x journalist!reader

Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.

Good Boy - @yuyusboyfriend ✴

helping your roommate with a hard problem...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppyboys4you.com - @kitten4sannie ✴ | camboy!yunho

dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

Something To Give Eachother - @sungbeam | childhood best friends to lovers au

yunho might have been the superstar out of the two of you, but you have always been the center of his universe. (you — it's always been you.)

739 Yunho - @potatomountain ✴ |cnc, sexworker!yunho

with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you. Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.

Hide And Seek - @kitten4sannie ✴ | cnc, bf!yunho

You and Yunho play your favorite game together. 

Hunted - @mulloey ✴ | cnc, internet hookup!yunho

it’s all a game, he says. you’re desperate to play.

[2:12 am] - @hwaflms | bf!yunho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Do You Have Abs? - @vent-stink

A Special Gift - @xuchiya | bf!yunho

[1:15] - @yuyusgirlie | husband!yunho

Four In The Morning - @ateezmakemeweep ✴ | strangers to lovers au

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arrogant CEO Yunho Who Gets Knocked Down By His Cute Little Intern - @crimsonbubble ✴ | ceo!yunho x intern!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @seobinghard

Your Skin Is Against My Body - @323cutie ✴

The Way You Look At Me - @323cutie

Anniversaries - @x0x0josephinex0x0 | bf!yunho

Photoshoot - @atinysunbaby | idol!yunho x idol!reader

[stonemood]

i feel so sleepy but he wants to cuddle a bit because he missed me so much, so he looks at me with this eyes... give me a kiss my pookie

imagine he looks at you like this first and then it gets serious, his eyes focusing on your lips and you start kissing non stop and he goes playful all over you. he wants you just to enjoy his kisses and your starting to blush so but that even turns him on so hard...

i need him so bad fr

[pixlpxie]

Frat Yunho is real yall he exists like he easily captures your silhouette during a frat party and cant take his eyes off of you during the whole night

[crimsonbubble]

you're sick as hell if you know where this is from

*coughs violently*

[riboism]

prettiest virgin

》 pairing: dilf! j.yh x fem babysitter! reader

》 wc: 7.8k

》 plot: every night this summer, you fantasized about your boss, Mr. Jeong. babysitting his adorable daughter all summer had turned your small crush on the young, single dad into a lust-filled infatuation. after an awkward encounter that left you both humiliated, you did your best to keep your distance at his daughter’s birthday party. that is, until fate trapped you in a bathroom with him while the party carried on outside.

》 content: oh boy, let's see, age gap, aged up yunho, virgin reader, reader lowkey down bad and porn-obsessed, bathroom sex, mirror sex, panties stay on!! grinding, cowgirl stand and carry, yunho basically using you like a fleshlight, use of sir and good girl, filthy dirty talk, cum eating, cum facial, multiple orgasms, reader obsessed with his cum lol, thigh fucking, sucking his dick while he watches porn??? MONSTER CAWK YUNHO

》 playlist: prettiest virgin- agar agar, candy- doja cat, I fucking lust you- d'african, taste so good- sabrina claudio, less of you- omar apollo, real life- the marias

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again, but here you were, laying in bed with a vibrator cupped to your clit, eyes glued to your phone screen as you tapped on the first video in the big dick category. It took a while for the vibrator to buzz you the right way, but once you found your sweet spot, your head sank lower into your pillow and you had to bite your lip to keep any sounds from slipping out of your mouth. This was the fifth night in a row that you jerked off, and honestly, you were exhausted; Tired of waking up late because of your little late-night endeavors, tired of feeling gross each time your wetness leaked out and stained your panties during the day, and most of all, tired of being a virgin. 

The video you were watching had your favorite pornstar in it. The guy himself wasn’t at all your type, but his cock was pretty. And big. It’s weird to admit, but this is how you imagined Mr. Jeong’s cock looked like. You had been babysitting Mr. Jeong’s six-year-old daughter for the summer while school was out. She was an angel. Hana reminded you a lot of Bubbles from the PowerPuff Girls cartoon, with her sweet little voice and sensitive nature. You loved spending time with her. 

Yes, throughout the summer, you had developed a crush on Hana’s Dad. How could you not? He was everything a man ought to be— tall, handsome, and kind. His being a good father was just a plus in your eyes. He worked from home, so you’d see him occasionally throughout the day. During his break, he’d come downstairs from his home office to color with Hana for a few minutes. During lunch, you’d sit with them on the patio, watching with heart eyes as he wiped ketchup off of her little mouth. 

Lately, your infatuation has become all-consuming, and you resorted to buying a vibrator from Amazon to help ease your frustrations. And that’s when this little habit of yours began. It felt odd, at first. You didn’t want to be the type of person who watches porn every night for hours, imagining your boss doing all these things to you. It just sort of happened. And instead of easing your frustrations, it made them worse. 

You hated being a virgin. Vibrators weren’t enough. You, for lack of a better term, needed to be dicked down. Preferably by Mr. Jeong, but that would only happen in your wildest dreams. It wasn’t like he made it easy for you. Yesterday for example, when you were preparing Hana’s PB&J, Mr. Jeong reached over your head to grab a mug from the cupboard above you. “Behind you,” he alerted, his fingers grazing over your waist as he pulled his coffee mug out. You stood frozen, the place where he touched you burning hot on your skin. 

Every time he touches you, whether it’s the accidental brush of his fingers when he hands you your check or the deliberate weight of his hand on your shoulder as he thanks you at the end of the day, it only makes you crave him more and more.

The video you were watching had an obvious size kink going on. The male pornstar was huge, and he was able to pick up his petite partner and fuck into her with ease. Your thighs clenched thinking about Mr. Jeong picking you up like that and pumping you up and down his length, stuffing just the tip of his big cock into you because that’s all that could fit. Your core tightened, and your orgasm was imminent, until…

It died. Your vibrator died. 

“Oh, fuck off!” You cursed, slamming your head back into your pillow. Stupid cheap fucking vibrator. Here’s to another night of being a lonely, twenty-something virgin, going to bed unsatisfied and unwanted. You sighed, exasperated.

Mr. Jeong was older. You didn’t know much about his wife. It was a sensitive topic for him. And Hana was too young to remember her final moments. He couldn’t possibly want anything to do with you, and instead, you filled your head with unrealistic fantasies to keep yourself up at night and made yourself cum to them. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you were around more boys your age. 

Too tired to continue with your fingers, you shifted to your side and tried to make yourself comfortable. It was 4 in the morning now, which meant you’d only get about 3 hours tonight. Just great, you thought to yourself, waiting for the exhaustion to finally lull you to sleep. 

—

You were rather sluggish today, struggling to keep your eyes open as you drove to Mr. Jeong’s house. The cold brew you picked up before heading over there wasn’t much help. Instead, it just made you even more tired. I need to stop jerking off before bed, you told yourself. Luckily, it was Friday, which meant you had enough time to catch up on the lost hours of sleep this weekend. 

You sighed as you measured out the detergent to wash Hana’s favorite tutu, the warm and fuzzy smell of fabric softener reminding you of your blanket at home, making you want to sleep even more. Hana got upset this morning before you dropped her off to ballet practice when some syrup from her drive-thru pancakes dripped onto her tutu. To quiet her tantrum, you promised her you’d go back home to wash it so it's nice and clean for her to wear when she comes back, and that you’d also bring her second favorite tutu for practice— a purplish-blue one with pink glitter dusted around it. It didn’t feel right just washing one piece of clothing, so you decided to go upstairs and quickly grab the dirty clothes from Hana and Mr. Jeong’s hampers. 

You yawned as you made your way up the stairs, stopping by Hana’s room first. Her room was, as always, a chaotic mess—Barbie dolls and crayons scattered across the floor in colorful disarray, old juice boxes, and snack bags left forgotten on the desk. No matter how many times you tried to teach her the importance of cleaning up after herself, the lesson never seemed to stick. With a resigned sigh, you grabbed the clothes from her hamper and stuffed them into the laundry basket.

Leaving her room, you headed toward Mr. Jeong’s, but froze mid-step as a strange, muffled sound reached your ears from his office. At first, you assumed he was in a meeting, but as you drew closer, the noises grew more alarming—strained and uneven, almost as if he were in pain or… crying?

You gently set the laundry basket down on the floor, carefully tiptoeing toward the door. Pressing your ear against the cold, wooden surface, you strained to make sense of the muffled noises coming from inside. A sharp hiss followed by a low, frustrated “fuck” caught you off guard, making your breath hitch.

Startled, you raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door. “Mr. Jeong?” you called softly. No answer. Concern gnawed at you, and without thinking, you turned the knob. The door creaked as it inched open, the sound slicing through the stillness.

“Mr. Jeong, is everything—” you started, stepping inside.

Mr. Jeong swiveled in his chair, his face frozen in a mask of shock and embarrassment. The two of you stood locked in place as if time itself had come to a standstill. The only sounds in the room were the filthy, lewd moans of a woman coming from his computer. Your gaze dropped instinctively, trailing down his frame until your eyes caught on something in his lower half— his long slender fingers gripping tightly onto his erect cock. 

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice sharp with panic as he scrambled to pull his pants up, hastily stuffing himself back into his waistband. His movements were frantic, his face flushed a deep crimson. “I-I thought you were at the ballet school!”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the heat rising so quickly you felt your face must be as red as his. “I-I was,” you stammered, your words tumbling out awkwardly as you tried to steady your voice. “But… Hana’s tutu got dirty, and I… I came back to grab another one…”

The porn video continued playing in the background, the sounds of the ridiculously wet blowjob making the awkwardness even more unbearable.

Mr. Jeong, finally snapping out of his daze, spun back to his computer and fumbled to exit the site, the click of the mouse unnervingly loud in the heavy silence. He turned back to you, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came. His expression was a mixture of shame and desperation, his face still a deep shade of red.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted out, your voice breathless and shaky as you struggled to compose yourself. The urge to flee was overwhelming. “I-I should get back to Hana. So sorry again!”

Without waiting for a response, you spun on your heel and hurried out of the room, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to process what had just happened.

—

You had worried earlier about how you’d make it through the day, feeling so drained and sluggish, but the shock from what happened had jolted you awake like a surge of electricity. Now, a different concern gnawed at you—whether you’d be able to sleep at all tonight. Embarrassment burned through you, and you were sure poor Mr. Jeong wanted to disappear off the face of the Earth after that moment.

Yet, despite yourself, your mind kept racing, replaying the image of his cock. It was so big. It was prettier than the pornstar’s you watch every night. It looked so firm in his hands, the tip flushed pink just like his cheeks. You wondered how it would feel between your legs. Would you even be able to take it? You had dildos in the past, but nothing more than the size of your palm.

“Cash or card?” Hana chirped, her cheerful voice snapping you out of the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head about her dad.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, blinking down at her as she sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. The living room was a mess, scattered with the colorful pieces of her cashier playset. She pointed at the small plastic credit card in your hand, her expression expectant.

“Oh, uh… I guess card?” you replied, handing it over. You watched as she swiped it through the toy terminal, her little hand expertly mimicking the action.

“Boo beep!” she said with a grin, the sound effects spot-on, before handing you back the card along with a tiny plastic milk carton. “Here you go!”

You couldn’t help but smile, her playful innocence pulling you further from your earlier embarrassment. “Thanks, Hana. Can I have a bag, please?”

“That’s fifty cents extra.” 

“Little haggler, aren’t you?” You teased. 

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, pulling Hana’s attention away from the transaction. “Daddy!” she exclaimed joyfully, rushing toward Mr. Jeong and wrapping her tiny arms around his legs in a tight hug.

“Hey, peanut,” he greeted with a warm smile, scooping her up and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Daddy, I did a pirouette today at practice! Wanna see?”

As Hana spun around, tripping over her own feet a couple of times, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag. You kept your eyes down, moving toward the door with a quiet sigh of relief. For once, you were thankful it wasn’t payday; no need to linger any longer, no forced small talk with Mr. Jeong. He seemed just as relieved as he tried his best to avoid you altogether. 

“See you next week, kiddo,” you said, ruffling Hana’s soft hair before heading for the door.

“Wait, Daddy! Can Y/N come to my birthday party tomorrow?”

Mr. Jeong’s smile faltered, replaced by an uncomfortable glance in your direction. “Oh, um, well… why don’t you ask her, sweetie?” he said, quickly deflecting the question back to you.

Hana ran up to you, pressing her small body into your legs and looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. “Y/N, can you please please please come to my birthday party? There’s gonna be ice cream cake!”

The urge to say no was strong. You could sense Mr. Jeong’s discomfort, and honestly, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend away from him. But her hopeful gaze, the way her lips stuck out in a small, almost irresistible pout… it was too much to deny.

“Oh, well… I think I have to go somewhere this weekend and…” you started, but then her lower lip began to tremble, and you hated seeing her upset.

You let out a soft sigh, the words slipping out despite yourself. “I, uh, I guess I can come for a little bit.”

“Yay!” Hana cheered, her excitement spilling over as she jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You exchanged a quiet good night with Mr. Jeong, the awkwardness lingering between you both, before disappearing into the warm summer night. The air was heavy as you made your way to your car, but your mind was racing.

As you sat behind the wheel, you cursed yourself under your breath. You should’ve held your ground, should’ve said no when you had the chance. But now… now you are going to a party with Mr. Jeong. How were you supposed to handle that? How were you supposed to navigate a whole afternoon, trapped in the same space with him, when the last thing you wanted was to face him after walking in on him jerking off earlier?

You huffed as you put your keys in the ignition. This was going to be a long weekend. 

—

The next day came quickly, too quickly, and you dreaded the whole affair as you pulled up on the driveway. You showed up about thirty minutes later than the time on the invitation, hoping to blend into the chaos without much fanfare. Sure enough, no one seemed to notice.

The house was buzzing with activity. Little kids, probably Hana’s classmates and friends from ballet, darted around like wild animals, screaming and leaving a trail of toys and crumbs in their wake. You weaved through the commotion, making your way to the table piled high with brightly wrapped presents.

You set down your gift; a doll set Hana had been dreaming about for weeks. Suddenly, you felt a small squeeze at your leg. Looking down, you saw Hana beaming up at you, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug.

“You came!” she squealed, bouncing with excitement.

“Of course I did. Happy birthday!” you said, smiling as you ruffled her hair.

“Come meet my friends!” she insisted, grabbing your hand before you could protest.

Hana dragged you into the backyard, where her friends were splashing in the pool, their parents sitting nearby and watching them like hawks. Hana proudly introduced you to two of her closest friends—“important friends,” as she whispered with a serious nod that made you chuckle.

As you chatted with Hana’s friends, you felt a familiar pull in the corner of your eye. Mr. Jeong stood near the grill, just within your peripheral vision. The moment you glanced in his direction, your heart gave a sharp tug. He was watching you.

Your breath caught, but just before you could process it, you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the childlike conversation in front of you. As you nodded along, a thought crept in—was he still looking at you? The possibility made your skin prickle, a slow heat creeping up your neck, your pulse growing erratic. You fought the urge to glance his way again, but curiosity got the better of you. You glanced up again, a quick and casual move, but this time, he wasn’t looking anymore. He had already turned his attention to another parent, nodding along to whatever they were saying, sipping on his ice cold beer. Still, your skin tingled, like his gaze hadn’t fully left you.

The mix of the screaming children, the sun beating down on you, and the overwhelming energy of the party soon had you retreating. With a quick excuse, you headed for the shaded table, grabbing a Coca-Cola and savoring the brief moment of quiet.

You chugged the fizzy drink, the burn in your throat oddly satisfying as it momentarily cooled you off. As you set the half-empty can down, your ears caught snippets of a hushed conversation from the table next to you. Two women, likely mothers of Hana’s friends, were whispering, and one word made you tune in: Yunho.

“His wife passed away a few years ago, back when Hana was just learning to walk. Poor guy, raising her all on his own.”

“God, but he’s so cute, though,” the other one said, not bothering to lower her voice.

“I know, right? If I didn’t have Leo, I’d totally take him out for a spin.” They dissolved into giggles, clearly enjoying their little moment until their eyes flicked toward you.

You froze, caught mid-sip from your drink. The sudden attention made your cheeks warm as they realized you’d overheard them. One of the women quickly cleared her throat, trying to cover the awkwardness.

“So, which one’s yours?” she asked, her tone friendly, though her shoulders were tense—probably hoping you hadn’t heard the part where she casually considered sleeping with Mr. Jeong.

“Oh, none of them,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Hana’s babysitter.”

You took another sip of your soda, trying to ignore the way the two women were looking at you. It was obvious they had some kind of assumption about you and Mr. Jeong, and it made your skin prickle with discomfort.

“Oh, I didn’t know Mr. Jeong had a babysitter,” the long-haired woman said, glancing at her friend with a knowing look.

You shifted under their stares, suddenly feeling like you were being sized up. They both looked down at your exposed legs, your flowy skirt just barely covering your knees. You knew what they were thinking. Their curiosity wasn’t just innocent small talk. It felt more like they were trying to figure out if you were a threat. A young, single dad and his younger, pretty babysitter? Sounded like an overdone porn plot. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, your fingers anxiously slipped against your soda can, sending the cold, fizzy liquid spilling down the front of your shirt.

“Oh, shit—” You gasped, stepping back as the sticky sweetness seeped into the fabric.

The two women let out little gasps, covering their mouths, but neither of them moved to help.

“Ugh,” you muttered, shaking your hands off. “Excuse me.”

Quickly, you turned and made your way inside, walking past clusters of parents and kids until you reached the staircase. Your face was burning with frustration. This whole weekend was just one embarrassment after another. Everything had felt weird since yesterday. Mr. Jeong had been acting strange, you’d been acting strange, and now you had people assuming things about you that weren’t even true.

You climbed the stairs, the noise of the party fading as you finally reached the bathroom. With a sigh, you pushed the door open and slipped inside, shutting the door behind you.

The cold air from the vent hit your damp shirt, making the fabric cling to your skin uncomfortably. Grimacing, you pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the sink. You turned on the faucet, grabbing a towel to try and clean it before the stickiness set in.

As you rubbed at the stain, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were still flushed, your hair slightly messy from the heat outside. You looked… flustered. Not just from the soda incident, but from everything. From him. From the way he was staring at you, from the way you’d been thinking about him all day, despite knowing you shouldn’t. It was no surprise that you couldn’t sleep the night before, your hands stuffed inside your panties all night, forcing yourself to cum over and over as you thought about Mr. Jeong pumping his big hard cock after a long day. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of categories he liked. MILF? Hentai? Gangbang? Did he have a favorite pornstar? You desperately wanted to know what he liked, how he liked it, his greatest desires. But what was the use? You were only driving yourself mad with these little fantasies. 

You let out a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sink. Get it together.

Before you could pull yourself back to reality, you were startled by a sudden commotion outside of your door. And before you could even react, the door knob turned and the door creaked open.

Your heart jumped into your throat as Mr. Jeong stepped inside, his eyes focused on something behind him, mid-sentence. “I’ll be right there, just gotta take a leak—”

He stopped. Completely frozen.

His eyes landed on your bare skin, the lacy edge of your bra, the way the damp fabric of your shirt sat crumpled in the sink.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then, as if snapping out of it, his eyes shot up to yours, and his face turned to that shade of red you’d seen before. “Shit” He spun around so fast he nearly slammed into the wall, and shut the door in front of him.

Your face burned with mortification. You grabbed your shirt, holding it up against your chest even though it was still wet. “What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, trying to sound indignant, but your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

He ran a hand through his hair, his head still facing the door. “It wasn’t locked! And my friend is outside and—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll go.”

Silence lingered between you. You should’ve told him to hurry up and leave. Should’ve thrown something at him, and scolded him for barging in like that.

But you didn’t.

Instead, your pulse pounded in your ears as you watched the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way the muscle in the side of his jaw tensed. He was still standing there, motionless and breathing a little too hard, like he was trying really, really hard to control himself.

“…Are you gonna go?” you asked, your voice softer now.

Mr. Jeong hesitated, his hand lying still on the doorknob. He let out a shaky breath. “My friend is still out in the hall, maybe, I don’t know, I don’t want him to come in after me and see you. I’m just gonna give it another minute, just to be safe.” He whispered. 

The bathroom felt impossibly small like the walls had closed in on you. The silence stretched, almost suffocating, broken only by the soft inhales through his nose and the distant chatter from the party downstairs. The faint drip of the faucet filled the space between you, but neither of you moved, let alone spoke.

It had only been a few seconds—maybe ten, maybe twenty—but it felt like minutes, like an eternity of you two just standing there, backs turned, bodies tense.

You both strained your ears, trying to pick up any signs of his friend lingering outside, but the house was too noisy, too alive with the sound of kids playing and parents chatting. There was no way to tell.

Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyes lowered down to your body, just for a second, before he snapped his head forward again, almost too quickly, like he’d been caught looking.

His throat bobbed. “I think he might be gone,” he murmured. “I don’t hear anything.”

You nodded behind him, staying in place.

He exhaled deeply, his shoulders finally relaxing. “I’m really sorry,” he said, sounding defeated.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied, gripping your damp shirt tighter against your chest. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I should’ve locked the door.”

“Right. Um… thanks,” he said. Then, after a pause, he added, “I also meant about yesterday. I feel so embarrassed. I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable about working for me. Hana really likes you.”

The mention of yesterday sent a small twist through your stomach. You swallowed. “I’m sorry for that too. I shouldn’t have walked in on you like that.”

He let out a short, breathy chuckle. “I guess we’re both just bad at locking doors. Makes us even.”

A small, nervous laugh slipped out of you, easing some of the tension in the room.

“And you don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it—it’s normal,” you said, trying to reassure him, though you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe to ease his discomfort. Maybe to ease your own.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Oh yeah?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “You jerk off in front of your babysitter too?”

The teasing tone in his voice made your cheeks warm up. But it was the way he turned then, fully facing you, locking his deep brown eyes onto yours, that made the air shift; buzzing with something neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt.

His smirk faded as quickly as it had come as if he suddenly realized how inappropriate his words were. But he didn’t apologize this time. And more importantly—he didn’t leave.

Your stomach twisted into knots again, breath growing heavier, shallower. Fuck. He was so hot. His sharp jawline, so strong and well-defined, tensed ever so slightly. His broad shoulders, so effortlessly commanding, made you feel smaller in the best way. And those eyes—deep, warm brown, always soft when he looked at Hana—weren’t so soft now. They were sharp, locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race. Even the faint crinkles near his eyes, the ones that usually appeared when he smiled, seemed more pronounced at this moment, only adding to how devastatingly beautiful he was.

You should have said something. You should have slipped on your cola-stained t-shirt and left the bathroom. But instead, you stood there, heart hammering in your chest, letting the weight of his gaze consume you. You couldn’t leave him. Not yet. 

And then, without a second thought, you let your damp t-shirt slip from your fingers, the fabric pooling at your feet. 

Mr. Jeong's gaze dropped to your cleavage, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His initial serious expression made your heart flutter with uncertainty. Have you crossed a line? But then, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and when his eyes met yours again, they held a spark that made your heart skip a beat. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mixture of sternness and intrigue.

“I just want to help…” you replied softly, stepping closer with careful slowness. Each step brought you nearer until you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with intent and a hint of mischief.

With a soft but bold touch, you reached out to cup his clothed cock, feeling its firmness beneath your palm. You applied a teasing pressure, grinding your hand against him. The sudden contact made him draw in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he absorbed the sensation. “You didn’t get to cum last time, did you?” you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper that broke the tense silence between you.

His eyes opened slowly, a mix of desire and astonishment etched on his features. The initial hesitation seemed to melt away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stop a moan from escaping. You could feel him hardening in your hand, his pant seam threatening to burst open. 

As if all his restraint had snapped, he pressed one hand against the back of your head, fingers burrowing into your hair, while the other slid just under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. He slammed his lips onto yours, finally giving in to the wild desire that had been simmering between you all day. Your lips moved messily while he grinded himself against your hand.  “Fuck, you’re fucking crazy,” he said breathlessly into your lips, “And no, I didn’t, but I did think about creaming on your face before bed last night.”  

You could already feel a wetness pooling between your legs, his words being the boost you so desperately needed to move forward. You kept kissing him hungrily while undoing his fly, his half-hard cock springing out in anticipation. You took him into your hand, your fingers barely meeting as you gripped around him, stroking him gently while he cursed into your mouth. 

Mr. Jeong pulled away and spun you around in one swift move, pressing your body against his chest and trapping you in his embrace. Your hand remained obedient and eager, pumping his cock as his big hands roamed your body. One hand squeezed your breast, while the other slipped underneath your skirt. “Wore this skimpy little thing on purpose, didn’t you?” His words cascaded down your neck, “Little slut.” 

You moaned softly as his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit, your sticky wet juices leaking through the fabric. Mr. Jeong gathered the front of your panties together and pulled with a force that made you gasp. The fabric wedged against your throbbing pussy, leaving you whimpering as you bucked your hips against the friction. 

“Your so fucking wet, Y/N…” He teased, his lips pressed against your ears, sending a rush of butterflies in your stomach. “You liked what you saw yesterday, didn’t you? Couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? Bet you came in on purpose, hmm? Heard what I was doing and wanted to help me cum?” 

A deep, throaty moan escaped your lips. You loved the way he was talking to you, the way he reduced you to a horndog little pervert, and deep down, you knew it was true. You were addicted to the thrill of it all. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “I wanna be your good girl, your slut. Wanna help you cum sir, please. Want your hot load on me. Please, sir, I need it.” Your words were an invitation, a desperate plea for the intense pleasure you’ve craved for so long, and you knew he couldn't resist.

Mr. Jeong shifted from behind you and you felt the warmth of his cock, a tantalizing tap against your cunt, which forced an excited yelp from your lips. His hand covered your mouth, a gentle yet firm reminder to keep quiet. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, do we baby?” 

His cock was sandwiched between your sopping-wet folds and the tight fabric of your panties. The feeling was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but grind your hot, eager pussy over his length. Your back rested against his chest, and you could feel his heart pounding in sync with your racing pulse. The fabric of your panties provided delicious friction, and you moaned softly into his hand, the sound muffled but still carrying the weight of your satisfaction. 

You pressed your thighs together, squeezing his cock as you rode him, the sensation being too much for the both of you. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” He panted, his head falling forward and burying into your shoulder. 

You grew restless, your grinding becoming faster and wild, the sounds of your quiet and desperate begging like music to his ears. “Please, sir, cum in my panties, I’ll be so good,” You pleaded with tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. The thought of walking around in his cum-soaked panties gave you a thrill. You could feel your clit pulsing as you rutted against his shaft, the sheer bliss of it beyond anything you’d ever experienced. “I’m gonna cum, sir, please…oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

As your orgasm subsided, his cock still pressed against your swollen clit. You felt a numbness, a euphoric high that left you floating, your wetness a warm, inviting contrast to his hot, throbbing length. Shivers ran down your spine, and you felt like you were hovering, your consciousness detached from your body. 

Mr. Jeong lifted you in his strong arms, carrying you like fragile glass. He brought you to the bathroom mirror, and as he held you up, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of his length against your body. It was almost surreal, the difference in scale, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He snaked a hand around your waist, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your wet, glistening cunt to the cool air. You shivered, feeling a rush of vulnerability. He slapped his cock against your wet cunt, grinning, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. 

“What are you doing, sir?” you asked shyly, your voice soft and hesitant. You had never experienced this position before, and the sight of your legs spread wide and your cunt so open and exposed made you nervous. Mr. Jeong's hands grasped under your thighs, supporting your weight, and you could feel his strength and his muscles bulging as he held you up. “I wanna see this little pussy take my big cock,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Wanna watch it stretch and take me deep.” 

You gulped, your heart racing in your chest. You had never taken something this big before, and Mr. Jeong was indeed impressive. The thought of being stretched, of accommodating to his size, both excited and intimidated you. You wanted to tell him about your virginity, but the words caught in your throat. You didn't want to turn him off, and so you remained silent, your mind racing with a mix of emotions.

Noticing your worried glance reflected in the mirror, Mr. Jeong's eyes narrowed, a hint of disappointment creasing his features. “What's wrong, baby? You wanna stop?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. 

“No,” you said quietly before reaching down to grasp his cock. With a firm grip, you began to work him up and down, the weight of his hard length in your hands making your pussy twitch. You pushed his cock against your entrance, the head pressing against your tight, virgin opening. “Please, sir,” you begged, your voice pathetically dry. “I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Wanna be good for you.”

The thought of giving up your virginity to him was both scary and exhilarating. You wanted to be his, to belong to him in the most intimate way possible. You pumped him desperately, your core aching to have him stuffed deep inside you. 

The head of his cock pressed against your tight opening, and you could feel the stretch, the burning sensation of being filled for the very first time. A sob escaped your lips as Mr. Jeong slowly lowered you over his cock, the mirror reflecting it all. You watched in awe as his hot, throbbing rod disappeared inside your body, the sight of it stretching you, filling you, almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he grunted, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and awe. The sensation of being filled by his impressive size was intense, and you were intoxicated by a mixture of pain and bliss, the feeling making your mind numb. He was incredibly gentle at first, pushing just the tip of his cock into your walls, treating you with the utmost care. But as tension built within him, his eyes grew darker, a fierce lust taking over. With a sudden, primal urge, he began working you over his cock, pulling you up and down, your tight pussy gripping his length. You felt incredible to him, like a fleshlight come to life, and even he struggled to mask his moans as your body adjusted to his size. 

The pain was fleeting, replaced by a deep, satisfying pleasure. “Oh god, sir” you whispered, your voice strained. “It feels so good. So full... Please, don't stop.” Your sweet pleas made his ears buzz, his stomach fluttering from just how sweetly you begged for more of him. 

“God, you’re doing so good for me,” He praised, almost giddy with how effortlessly you fit him. His eyes never left the mirror, his thick bulge disappearing into your tight, wet pussy, a sight too mesmerizing to look away from.  “Such a good girl…look so pretty on my cock” He huffed, “My little cumslut.” 

His words sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you felt your pussy clench around him in response. You wanted him to keep talking dirty to you, to fill your ears with every filthy word and fantasy he had while pounding into you. 

Mr. Jeong grew tired, and he placed you back on the ground, pushing your body down against the sink, the cold marble against your bare stomach sending a chill down your spine. He lifted your skirt, rubbing himself against your puffy pussy lips, the overstimulation driving you wild. You felt his cock, thick and hard, lining up with your hole, and you knew what was coming. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he pushed into you in one swift, powerful motion, filling you up completely. He stilled his hips, giving your pussy a chance to adjust to his size, to wrap itself around him, to pulsate and invite him deeper. You were stuffed, every inch of your pussy filled with his cock, his balls swinging and slapping against your raw skin with each thrust.

With each snap of his hips, you cursed under your breath, your fingers gripping tightly to the sink as if it were your only anchor in this storm. "S-so big!" you yelped, your voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. Your body was now completely at the mercy of Mr. Jeong, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure and pain through your sensitive pussy.

As he continued to thrust into you, he brought one hand up, pressing his fingers against your mouth, effectively silencing your moans. "Gotta do something about that mouth, baby," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers, still wet with your juices from before, found their way into your mouth, and you gladly accepted them, your lips closing around his digits. You moaned deeply, your tongue wrapping around his fingers, tasting yourself on them. You lost yourself in his touch, his hard cock massaging your gummy walls, his fingers probing and exploring your warm mouth, his lips licking and sucking your ear lobe as he whispered filth to you, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm.

As your eyes met your reflection in the mirror, you were struck by a sense of unfamiliarity. Your makeup was smudged and running, the black mascara staining your tears and streaking down your cheeks. Your hair was frizzy and chaotic, some sweat-drenched strands framing your face and sticking to your warm cheeks. Your lips looked wet and swollen as you gagged around Mr. Jeong’s long fingers, the saliva dripping down your chin. You loved it. You looked like a woman who had been pleasured beyond measure. There was an intoxicating power in seeing yourself like this, a power that made you feel alive and desirable. It reminded you of the pornstar Mr. Jeong was watching yesterday, her fucked-out expression now mirroring your own. 

"Oh god, sir, it's too much!" you moaned, pulling his fingers out from your mouth. "I can't take it! I'm gonna cum again!"

“Fuck, me too,” He grunted as he pulled out of you, feeling the inevitable approach of his own release. Relief washed over you, your body weakening, your walls clenching and spasming around nothing. Mr. Jeong spun you around, placing a hand on the top of your head, pushing you to your knees just as your body swayed with the first waves of your climax. 

As Mr. Jeong jerked himself off with his hand, his eyes never left your face, now a beautiful canvas covered in the ropes of his hot cum. Though still reeling from the intense orgasm he had just given you, you opened your mouth wide, obediently accepting his thick, white cum as it splashed over your tongue. The taste was both bitter and sour, but you loved it, a unique flavor that was all his.

You licked your lips, moaning softly as you savored his taste. You kissed his tender tip, running your tongue over his slit, relishing the feeling of his cum leaking out, warm and sticky.

With a playful smile, Mr. Jeong rubbed his tip against your lips, leaving a trail of cum as he did so. "Shit, baby, you look so pretty with my cum on your face," he said, his voice shaky with post-orgasmic delight. "My sweet little cumslut."

Taking him into your mouth once more, you swirled your tongue around his sensitive head, moaning from the taste and texture of his cum. You pulled off with a plopping sound, a satisfied smile on your face. "Taste so good, sir," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration and gratitude. "Thank you for letting me taste your cum.”

Mr. Jeong, clearly pleased with your gratitude, ran his fingers through your hair affectionately, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, there was a hard knock on the door, snapping you both out of your little daze. 

“Yo, Yunho,” a voice called from the door. “Are you taking a shit? How much longer are you gonna be? Hana’s ready to cut the cake.”

Mr. Jeong flinched, his hands moving fast as he pulled his bottoms up, stuffing himself back inside like a guilty teenager caught red-handed. “Uh, just a minute! I’ll be right out!” he called back, voice strained.

The man sighed. “Alright, well, hurry up. The cake’s melting out here.”

You both snapped into action, scrambling to fix your clothes and smooth your hair. The rush of reality crashing back down made your heart pound even harder than before. Just as you were ready to bolt, Yunho suddenly froze, his expression shifting once he realized the mess he left on your face was still dripping down your cheeks. 

Then, without a word, he grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and gently wiped the sticky white jelly from your flushed face. “Sorry,” he murmured, his fingers barely grazing your skin, his eyes burning with the same embarrassed, heated look from before.

Once you were clean, he lingered for a second too long, standing so close you could feel his breath on your lips. He parted his mouth as if to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, his fingers anxiously tapped against his thigh, a nervous habit you had never noticed before.

“You should go first,” you said quickly, sensing the weight of the moment. “I’ll come down after.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, then he nodded. “Thanks,” he muttered, stuffing his shirt back into his waistband before slipping out the door with hurried, uneven steps.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sank onto the toilet seat. The room still smelled faintly of him, and it felt unreal how fast the energy had shifted. Had he just been hit with regret? Was he now scrambling to shove this whole thing into a locked box in his mind? Now no longer in the heat of the moment, did he think what you two did was wrong? Were you going to get fired? 

For the rest of the party, Mr. Jeong successfully avoided you. He busied himself slicing tiny squares of cake for the kids, nodding along to endless small talk with the other parents as if nothing had happened.

You took the hint, feeling a slight shame in your chest.

Slipping out early, you gave Hana a tight hug before heading back to your car. The second you settled into your seat, your phone buzzed in your pocket. With a sigh, you pulled it out, expecting something mundane.

But when you read the message, you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

Jeong Yunho: See you Monday ;)

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Your sleep schedule had indeed improved, and you found yourself no longer relying on toys to satisfy your desires. The structure and routine of your new life, with Hana and Mr. Jeong, had brought a sense of balance and fulfillment. You enjoyed the daily interactions with Hana, whether it was playing frisbee in the backyard or teaching her simple math in her room. Your bond with her grew stronger each day, and you found great joy in being a positive influence in her life.

However, it was the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays that held a special place in your heart. These were the days when you dropped Hana off at her ballet recitals, and while she was practicing her pliés and pirouettes, you would return to their home to tend to your other job.

Your knees were growing sore from scraping against the carpet under Yunho’s desktop table. Sounds of girls moaning emanated from his monitor. Though you were curious about what he was watching, you knew it was none of your business. Instead, you focused on the task at hand and wrapped your warm mouth over his throbbing cock, nestling yourself between his legs from under his desk. The width of his bulge filled your throat, and you gagged lightly, a sign of your complete submission to him.

Yunho, lost in the porno he was watching, seemed momentarily unaware of your presence. He was engrossed in the images on his screen, his eyes droopy and his breathing heavy. Your mouth bobbed up and down, your lips wrapping tightly around his shaft, and you could feel his excitement building. The sound of his moans mixed with the pornographic sounds on his computer made you clench around nothing, forcing you to slip your hand past your waistband. 

As you continued to suck him, you could feel his hands running through your hair, gently guiding your movements. You massaged his warm balls with your free hand, feeling his cum bubbling up in his sack, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he released his load into your waiting mouth.

"That's it, baby," Yunho whispered, his voice soft yet dominant. “Keep that pretty mouth on me. So good…so, so good for me.”

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[kitten4sannie]

antithesis

pairing: peter parker/venom! yunho x gf! reader

genre: spider man au, smut

summary: your boyfriend is going through a phase.

w.c: 3.3k (porn with a microscopic amount of plot)

warnings: dom! yunho, sub! reader, venom should have his own warning bc bro is NASTYY (so is yuyu 🤝🏻), partial mind manipulation? on yunho’s part? bc venom is in his head? idk, praise/degradation, pet names/name calling, teasing, fingering, hand kink….,, SIZE KINK., manhandling, pussy eating, tongue kink, raw feral sex (doggy + missionary), bro has a monster cock, also monster fucking!! bc venom takes over <3, cum eating, breeding kink, bulge kink, dacryphilia, mind break, record breaking creampie

a/n: listen …….i LOVE venom, the things i would let venom do to me would set humanity back at least fifty years. NOW VENOM YUNHO ON THE OTHER HAND,, oh boy. boyyyy oh boy. i don’t think i have to explain myself when it comes to that combination bc this fic speaks for itself lol. are you curious now? why don’t you give it a peek then, hm? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ and then lemme know what you thought of it pretty please? <3

song rec: new woman - lisa feat. rosalía (get it bc he’s a new man - bc of venom - 😼)

fictober 2024

“And just where have you been, Jeong Yunho?” you asked your boyfriend in a more teasing manner than anything, once he snuck in past the sliding glass door of the balcony, getting up from the couch you were waiting restlessly on. When he stood there silently just looking at you through the white eye shaped sections of his mask, you pouted, nervously wrapping a lock of hair around your finger. “Just be honest with me and I won’t be mad, okay?” 

Despite the lack of sleep, you were ready for him this time. He wasn’t about to casually sneak in or out of the house another night that week without you catching him. Usually, you wouldn’t have been concerned because you were used to him being gone when there was crime taking place or a super villain that needed to be brought to justice, but recently…your boyfriend was acting strange. He was starting to become moody and secretive, opting to brush you off when you asked him about it. Yunho had even taken up using substances in his free time, finding him drunk or high off his ass in the apartment when you got home from work. The final straw was when you came home one night to find him in the kitchen with freshly dyed hair and new piercings he had given himself, a few empty boxes of black hair dye and bloody safety pins laying haphazardly on the kitchen counter. 

Yunho took off his mask and rubbed at his eyes like he was tired, leaving a bit of smeared eyeliner underneath them, before shoving his hands into the pockets of his frayed jacket, the one that was slightly zipped just enough to cover his iconic red suit. 

“She knows about us,” said the annoying parasite that had just recently made a home inside him. “We should eat her.”

“No, I’m not doing that,” Yunho grumbled, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

You walked up to him, gently putting a hand on his chest. “Yun, I just wanna know where you were at, that’s all. You know I respect your space,” you murmured, your pout growing slightly, your eyebrows upturned with concern. 

“She’s looking at us with those big round eyes again, Yunho,” Venom told his host, letting out a disgusting groan only he could hear. “It’s gonna make us hard. If we’re not going to eat her, let’s fuck her, at least.” 

“Mingi asked me to take care of some douchebags that had been causing trouble at that new club he works at. That’s all, baby,” Yunho replied softly, reaching down to press the back of his hand against your cheek, before cupping it. He noticed the teary look inside your doe eyes. “Hey, are you okay?” 

You nuzzled into his big warm hand, before reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hold your boyfriend close. “I’m fine…I’ve just been worried about you, Yun. You’ve been acting a bit…different.” 

“Let’s show her just how different we’ve become, Yunho,” Venom egged him on, knowing Yunho could feel just how much he wanted to break through the barrier of his host’s mind and take control. “She’ll love it.”

How could he possibly explain to you that he was always in a never ending battle with a frightening otherworldly parasite that had found its way inside of him? You would be so scared and disgusted, you’d probably never trust him again. He couldn’t risk losing you, not when you were his only anchor to the normal life he desperately craved, and the first person he’s ever felt this strongly about. 

“I’m just going through a phase, I think,” Yunho expressed wholeheartedly, resting his hands around your waist, his thumbs slightly pressing into your hip bones through your sleep shirt, feeling just how delicate you truly were. You were so small compared to him, practically swimming in one of his band t-shirts that you regularly wore to bed; you were so tiny and cute, and…”Malleable,” Venom finished. Yunho couldn’t tell if the parasite was influencing all of his thoughts or if he was just that perverted. 

“Do you wanna talk about it, Yun?” You pressed yourself closer to Yunho, feeling his large hands enclose around your small waist, making you feel a bit dizzy. When he shook his head, you tilted yours, wondering if what you felt pushing against your middle was exactly what you thought it was. “Or, do you want to take me to bed?” 

It had felt like forever since Yunho had touched you, kissed you even. You had almost forgotten what it was like to feel him inside you, filling you up over and over again until his love spilled out. Just the thought alone made your body begin to overheat. Was it wrong of you to take his simple answer at face value? Should you have pushed the issue, instead of letting him push you back into the wall of the hallway? You weren’t sure, but you were just grateful that your boyfriend still wanted you like this. 

“Did punching those guys at the club make you this horny?” you asked playfully, a sudden shiver of pleasure shooting up your spine when Yunho’s warm hands snaked up underneath your shirt and began groping at your tits.

“So horny,” Yunho joked back, a shaky exhale escaping his bobbing throat as he swallowed. 

 “Nnngh, I didn’t know fighting crime did it for you, Yun.” 

“Knowing I’m already getting your little pussy wet just from this is what’s doing it for me, baby,” he whispered into your ear, having to practically lower himself to your height just to do so, able to clearly hear the breathless moan that left your lips. Yunho was already breathing hard, his mind swimming with constant racing thoughts that all pertained to his pretty little girlfriend and what he was going to do to you, squishing your soft flesh in between his slender fingers, using his thumbs to rub your hardening nipples in teasing circles. 

It had felt like eternity since Yunho had allowed himself to feel you underneath his touch, to even simply look at you with unbridled lust. He wanted to see all of you, witness the way you completely opened yourself up to him. It was driving him insane. Was it selfish of him to give into temptation when there was something else living inside him? Something that he knew was taking even more pleasure in this than he was? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he knew it was far too late to stop now. 

“Let us see her tits, Yunho, they feel so nice inside our hands, we need to see,” Venom demanded, desperately shaking the bars of his figurative cage. 

When Yunho tugged your shirt up and over your tits, your gasp became muffled, your eyes widening as he stuffed the hem of the shirt into your mouth. You were going to close your legs to keep your arousal from spilling down your thighs, but your eager boyfriend pushed his larger one in between them. 

“You’re so pretty, angel,” Yunho cooed softly, admiring the way you began to grind your cunt against his thigh, despite the sheepish expression you offered him, a bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth from witnessing such a display of pure desperation. “Look at you go…rubbing yourself all over my thigh like a horny little slut.” 

“N-not a slut,” you whimpered softly, his insult causing a fresh wave of slick to leak out onto Yunho’s torn jeans. “Just need you, Yuyu.” 

“Her breeding hole needs to be trained to handle my size. Do it now,” Venom growled into Yunho’s mind, growing more and more demanding by the second, very aware that his host was starting to lose control of himself. 

“Yeah? How about this?” Yunho pulled your panties to the side so that he could watch as your greedy cunt swallowed up one of his long, bony fingers to the knuckle. “Is that enough, baby?” 

“I meant with your human sized cock, you insufferable prick,” Venom chided, simply not understanding the pleasurable benefits that prolonged foreplay could offer being the inhibited hothead that he was. 

Something about the way Yunho was taking his time with unraveling you, the way he was drinking in the sight of your bare body with pure lust inside his dilated eyes, all while he had one of his digits plunged inside you. It made you pulse and squeeze around it. “F-full.”  

“But I barely fit one finger inside you, sweetheart. What’ll happen if I put another?” Yunho suddenly tugged your borrowed t-shirt up and over your head, leaning in close to your face to catch the way your breath hitched as soon as he slipped another finger inside, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot each time he finger-fucked you, earning a few whiny moans from his beloved girlfriend. “Oh, that’s right. You turn into my little sex toy, don’t you?” 

“Y-esss, Yuyu, just for you, fuck,” you cried out, hooking your arms around his neck to keep yourself from completely melting into the floor. 

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned into your ear, quickly stuffing his thick digits into you, unable to get Venom’s ungodly thoughts out of his head all the while, unable to keep himself from shoving a third finger into you, your slick walls pulsating around him. “You think you’re feeling full now…just wait till my cock’s inside you.”

Gasping, your nails dug into his back through his clothes. “Oh my god, Yunho, give it to me, please, please, please,” you whined breathlessly into his neck, trembling in his arms as overwhelming pleasure washed over you. “N-need your cock in me.” 

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re already begging to be fucked like that. I almost forgot how much of a needy little slut you are when you need cock. You like the thought of me stretching out your little pussy that much, huh?” He smiled against your heated skin when you whimpered and nodded eagerly, not allowing you to witness the brief moment his eyes turned completely black. “I just might split you open.” 

You almost didn’t recognize your boyfriend when he tossed you onto your shared bed like you weighed close to nothing, and you certainly didn’t recognize him when he manipulated your limbs until you were laying with your head down against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Usually, he wanted to do missionary, so that he could kiss and look at you when you both came undone, but now, now he had you in a position that was apparently ‘perfect for breeding’, or at least, that’s what you thought you had heard him mumbling about from behind you. 

“Now’s the time, human. We must show her how great we are,” the alien reminded Yunho, delighted that his black parasitic poison was now making its way through his host’s veins, showing up from underneath his milky skin. It was changing him in ways that would most definitely benefit all three of you. 

Yunho squeezed his large hands into the sides of your ass and spread it open, hyper focused on your dripping cunt and how it struggled to accommodate his obscene size. “Poor baby’s so tiny, my little princess can barely take me inside her pretty cunt,” he sighed, pulling out just enough to send a few strands of spit onto his own cock, lubing up the base of it and pushing back in, a shiver of pleasure shooting up his spine as soon as he heard the broken cry that left your drooling mouth. “Looks like we’re going to have to break you in.” 

You felt like you were losing your mind. Your boyfriend had just barely bottomed out inside of you and you were already about to cream yourself. And, it might’ve been the cock drunk state you were in, but you swore to god that his dick got bigger. It felt like it was kissing your cervix already and he hadn’t even moved yet. Not to mention, it felt so hot inside you, and there was so much pre-cum coating your walls, you almost thought he had came prematurely, but he would’ve been asleep and snoring away already if he did. 

Yunho violently interrupted your train of thought by slamming his hips forward, letting out a deep, long groan as though he were experiencing euphoria. He grabbed your wrists and held them behind your back, tucking them together so that he could hold them both with one large hand, and quickly got to work, yanking you back onto his cock, using you like his own personal sex doll. “That’s fucking it, isn’t it, angel? You like that? You fucking like that?” 

“Yeah, fuck me,” you moaned back, realizing this ‘phase’ of Yunho’s was one of the best things that could’ve ever happened to the both of you, previously unaware that something this rough, something this animalistic, could feel as good as it did. 

“She’s ours, she’s ours, Yunho, fuck, we’re going to cum inside her,” Venom blissfully announced into Yunho’s head, fully taking over his host in that very instant, gracing Yunho with the symbiote’s much more endowed features. 

It was then that you let out a sudden gasp, the air that quickly filled your lungs leaving as a wavering moan of pleasure instead. It was almost as if Yunho’s cock had grown twice in size. You didn’t even know how that was possible, but you were too lost in the moment to question it. “So big, it’s so fucking big, Yunho, nnnngh, it’s gonna break me,” you exhaled, quickly pulling at the sheets once he gifted you partial physical autonomy, your eyes beginning to disappear underneath your eyelashes. 

“That’s right, pretty girl, and you’re going to keep taking it all, even after I’m done impregnating you,” Yunho agreed huskily, bending over you until his overheated body pressed into your shoulders and back, his long fingers curling around the softness of your hips. Just as his never ending seed spilled into you and made its way into your womb, Yunho dragged his long tongue up in between your straining shoulder blades and along your neck, savoring your flavor. He truly wanted to eat you, unable to stop drooling, but the annoying mortal he shared this body with wouldn’t let him. Venom figured he would have to settle for the next best thing.  

You didn’t even have a chance to finish shaking, let alone take a breath, before you were being lifted up and lowered back down onto your boyfriend’s face, your cunt fitting snugly between the curves of Yunho’s lips and nose. Just as he lapped at your extremely sensitive clit and slit, you couldn’t help but jolt away, his forearms suddenly locking tightly around your middle. “O-oh…!” 

“Hold still. Need a taste of this pretty cunt,” Yunho growled under his breath, angling his head back and opening his mouth wide enough so that he could explore the entirety of your used cunt, licking and drinking up the mixed arousal that spilled out of you to his heart’s content.

“Y-yunhooo,” you whined pathetically, reaching forward to hold onto the headboard to keep yourself from passing out from the pleasure that was overloading your mind, looking down to watch how he eagerly nosed at your clit. “Fuck, i’ll cum again…” 

“Then, do it, princess.” Just as he swallowed down more of your wetness, he realized it wasn’t enough, unable to keep himself from sliding the entirety of his tongue inside you, feeling you clench around the base of it. 

“Oh my god, your tongue, it’s so–haaaah,” you reacted breathlessly, digging your nails into the wood of the headboard, the longer his serpent-like tongue slithered in and out of you so seamlessly, unable to fully understand how any of this was possible. When the thickest part of his appendage rubbed at your g-spot, you saw white around your vision, your ears ringing, unable to hear the filthy slurping sounds Yunho was making underneath you as he drank up your squirt. 

When you came to, you were back underneath Yunho, in the missionary position he loved so much, yet this time it was profoundly different. His eyes were as dark as his freshly dyed hair, one corner of his mouth split open, inviting a myriad of long, serrated fangs, all while black wispy tendrils clung onto one side of his face like a second skin. You realized too late why Yunho was acting so out of character, and that you were never actually alone with him the past few weeks. You had an uninvited guest, an alien symbiote known as Venom, to be exact — and here you were, face to face with him, his disgustingly oversized cock stretching you wide open.

“Oh god, you’re actually going to split me open, what the fuck,” you gasped sharply, clutching the sides of Yunho’s cheeks, your fingers tugging at the ends of his sweaty hair. 

“Silly human, as much as we’d enjoy seeing that, you won’t split apart. You have a prime body for breeding, didn’t you know?” he chuckled darkly in a two-toned voice, pressing his hand down into your abdomen to feel the sheer size of himself protruding through your lower belly each time his hips routinely smacked into yours. “We knew Spider-man’s pretty little girlfriend would make a perfect host for our offspring. Just look at you, you’re taking us so well.” 

You didn’t know what was going to break your mind first, the fact that you were essentially being used as a breeding tool for an alien that would take great pleasure in swallowing you whole, or the fact that your cunt was eagerly swallowing up something so absurdly large, its heavy girth and width stretching you so wide, it felt as though you would fall apart at any given time. Despite the insanity of it all, your body and mind welcomed it, creaming yourself on his alien cock. 

“Good girlll,” Yunho praised, letting his long slimy tongue slip out to lick up the side of your cheek until he tasted the salt from the tears that fell down your face. He fully sheathed himself inside you one last time, before his large hands cemented around your waist, holding you completely still as his hot load joined the other one he had previously fucked into you, his heavy breaths warming the skin of your neck. “That’s it, princess, take it all, just like that…” 

You could hardly breathe, let alone move, simply laying still in your boyfriend’s arms, taking everything he gave you, as wave after wave of cum coated the insides of your aching cunt and flooded womb, some of it spilling down the insides of your legs and dripping onto the stained sheets below. It felt so good to be filled up in such a way that you came again without direct stimulation, letting out a broken cry, before Yunho silenced you with a kiss. 

When you opened your teary eyes, your boyfriend’s previously monstrous traits were gone, instead replaced with his usual soft, flushed features that you adored so much. You watched him open and close his mouth, as if he didn’t know what to say. You pressed another kiss to his lips, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Should we go to the drugstore to get Plan B?”

Yunho gave you a goofy, though apologetic smile, leaning his face into your neck to give it a few kisses. He pulled himself back up to face you, his eyebrows upturned. “D-do you think it would work on an alien symbiote?” 

You patted his head, knowing what you signed up for when you decided to date the Spider-man, figuring one of his superhero friends would have a solution for the both of you. You gave him a soft smile, happy when he returned it. “If not, let’s get a refund.” 

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[yungistiny]

Selfish Waltz ═ chapter eight

[ J. YH + S. MG ]

chapter eight: I want this

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summary: yunho had been in love with y/n since he was sixteen, not mustering up the courage to tell her until seven years later, seven years too late because his best friend just beat him to the punch.

warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration, big dick yungi, size kink, choking, spanking, just lots of smut

pairings: yungi x afab reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, romance, polyamory

word count: 2.4k

chapter seven

chapter nine coming soon

masterlist

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“I want this.”

Yunho once again crashed his lips to y/n. Much more hungry this time, passion and desire filling it as he delved his tongue into her mouth when she moaned.

Mingi found himself loving the sight of them together. The two people he cared about most. The two people he loved most.

“Y/N, you in here?”

The door opened, Yunho and Mingi both jumping and distancing themselves from y/n who was panting breathlessly as Wooyoung poked his head in around the gap in the door.

“Mom is looking for you.” Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at them, noticing the way Mingi was turning his back to him, readjusting himself in his pants. Yunho cleared his throat, grabbing the bottle of wine back up.

“Oh…” Y/N felt as if her heart was about to beat outside of her chest. “I’m coming.” She grabbed her discarded scarf back up off the chair in the side of the room where Mingi had tossed it.

She wrapped it back around herself, concealing the markings there and walked past Wooyoung who lingered in the doorway for a moment longer. “You two double stufferes better not break my sister.”

Yunho choked, the wine that he had been drinking, dripping out of his mouth at Wooyoung’s words, Mingi snickering and flipping Wooyoung off as he used his other hand to pat Yunho on the back.

“Let’s go.” Mingi had the biggest smile on his face, adjusting himself in his pants before they made their way back downstairs, Yunho’s mom stopping them, telling Mingi that he has to join her sons and herself on their new weekly luncheon. Mingi had always been like another son to the Jeong family.

“There she is.” Yunho spoted y/n first, Wooyoung’s mom had her, Wooyoung and their older and younger brother together for a family photo.

“Oh!” Wooyoung’s mom clapped her hands excitedly. “We should do one with your partners!”

“Oh,” Wooyoung grinned at his sister, smirking actually. “which one will you choose?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Wooyoung, spotting Mingi and Yunho both watching her and made her way over to them. “Mom wants to take pics with our partners.” She reached for Mingi’s hand, her smaller hand and fingers interlocking with his much larger one.

Yunho felt a tug in his chest, a deflation in his heart at not being included. Was that how it would be? He would just be the best friend in public?

“Yunho?”

He blinked, staring at Mingi and y/n, y/n holding her other hand out towards him. “What?”

“Are you coming?” Y/N grabbed his hand, interlocking her fingers with his own just like she did with Mingi. Yunho looked down at their intertwined hands. “Everyone will know….”

“And?” Mingi arched a brow, shrugging. Y/N pulled Mingi slightly with her as she moved closer to Yunho, looking up at him through her lashes and Mingi snorted as he could literally see Yunho fold and give in the second he looked down at her.

“You’re both mine now.”

Mingi smirked at her words, Yunho’s gaze darkening. Both of them loving the way she claimed them.

“Are you three coming or not?” Wooyoung grabbed everyone’s attention, a grin on his face when his parents and Yunho’s followed his gaze.

“Well now everyone knows.” Mingi quickly avoided y/n dad’s hard stare. Yunho and Mingi allowed y/n to drag them over, her stepmother giving her a shocked but not surprised look.

Wooyoung grinned at them as Yunho and Mingi stood behind him, y/n standing beside himself, elbowing him in the side. Wooyoung hissed and pouted at her.

Jongho slapped Yeosang on the arm from where they stood watching them. “Pay up! I told you they were all three together!” Yeosang rolled his eyes, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.

“We’re gonna go.” Y/N hugged her stepmother who was giving her a knowing look, eyebrow arched, looking too much like Wooyoung. “Mom, don’t give me that look.”

“What look?” Wooyoung’s mother gave her the exact same devious smile Wooyoung had before kissing her stepdaughter on the cheek and moving towards her eldest son and new daughter in law.

Mingi and Yunho were both quick to try and dart towards y/n, almost colliding with her dad when he stepped in their way. Both of them froze, postures stiff and eyes wide. “Treating her right and best behaviors, understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Both Yunho and Mingi replied in unison, letting out breaths they didn’t know they were holding. “Come on,” Yunho grabbed y/n hand. “before my parents stop us next.”

Y/N let Yunho lead her out of the house, Mingi right behind them. “Here.” Mingi reached into his pocket, pulling out Yunhos keys. “You drove my jeep?” Yunho grabbed his keys, eying Mingi who was wrapping his arms around y/n from behind, kissing her jaw. He was beyond horny, especially after going an entire week without sex.

Mingi didn’t even get to make up for lost time last night considering y/n was worrying about Yunho all night until she finally, after Mingi convinced her, took some melatonin and passed out. Her stress was making his anxiety sky rocket. “I didn’t.” He nuzzled his face into y/n scarf, inhaling her scent before looking back up at Yunho. “She did.”

Yunho sighed in relief. Mingi couldn’t drive for shit. “You really think I’d let him drive?” Y/N teased causing Mingi to pout. “I’m not that bad.” He was arguing a losing battle.

Yunho unlocked his jeep, climbing into the drivers side. His hand gripped the steering wheel and as he put the key into the ignition, it hit him. Y/N was finally his. Theirs. He was going to fuck her…. with Mingi.

“Hold on…” Mingi opened the passenger door, getting into the seat and Yunho was thankful his windows were slightly tinted because Mingi situated y/n in his lap instead of her or him getting into the backseat.

“You know…” Mingi wrapped an arm around y/n, her ass digging into his growing bulge in his pants. “last time I had you in my lap like this….” he pulled her scarf off, tossing it into the backseat.

“Is how we ended up here…” y/n bit her lip, just like the first time, grinding her ass against his crotch garnering a deep moan from Mingi.

“Ok,” Yunho pulled his jeep out onto the road, glancing briefly towards the two in his passenger seat. “you can’t do that while I’m trying to drive.”

Mingi smirked at him. “You know… when I told you how we got together…. I didn’t give you details.” He slipped the hand that wasn’t apart of the arm holding y/n to rest on her thigh, gliding it up and under her dress.

Y/N breath hitched when Mingi used a finger to slip inside her panties and glide it between her folds, she was already so damn wet. “Fuck, Yunho, she’s fucking soaking.” Mingi moaned, slipping his finger inside her, thumb now rubbing her clit through her panties.

Did he want him to fucking crash? Yunho’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when a moan escaped y/n. “I almost took her right there on the couch…” Mingi pushed a second finger inside her, curving them as y/n tried to hump against his hand.

“Mingi.” Yunho’s voice was deep, gruff and holding a warning to his best friend to shut up. His dick was growing painfully hard in his pants, his brothers pants that were already tight on his larger build.

“You should have seen the way she dropped to her knees…” Mingi brought the arm that was wrapped around y/n middle up, hand wrapping around her throat as he started pumping his fingers in her fast, the lewd noises from y/n wetness and the thrusting of now three of Mingi’s fingers, echoed loudly in the jeep. Even the music on the radio couldn’t drown it out.

“The way she swallowed my whole dick in one go…” Mingi ignored Yunho, he could tell y/n was close by the way her walls were clenching around his fingers and the way her moans had turned into whimpering cries. “Did you fuck her in front of my mirror?”

Yunho blinked, jaw clenched. “What?” His gaze was focused on the traffic and the road but his mind was completely hazed over by y/n being a fucked out mess already. “I said,” Mingi reached over, hand grabbing his best friend’s free one, the one that had been balled into a fist on his leg while gripping the steering wheel with the other.

“Fuck….” Yunho was gonna have to make Mingi pay. His best friend had guided his hand to y/n clit, y/n dress now pushed up to her stomach from their touches. Mingi encouraged him to work her aching bundle of nerves while he continued to fuck her with his fingers.

“Did you fuck her in front of my mirror?” Mingi repeated, a whimper leaving him due to the friction from y/n trying to meet the thrust of his fingers, he could feel the precum staining his pants.

All sensible thinking had left Yunho the second his hand was on y/n. “You should have seen her…” the image of y/n splayed beneath him, head halfway hanging off the side of the bed while he fucking ruined her was permanently burned in his memory. “she looks so fucking perfect getting that tight pussy ruined.”

“Doesn’t she though.” Mingi growled as y/n came, the combination of Mingi’s fingers fucking her and Yunho’s working her clit along with their reminiscent filthy words sent her over the edge.

“Baby, you’re ruining Yunho’s jeep.” Mingi grinned as her orgasm had her shaking in his lap, squirting all over his and Yunho’s hands and the floorboard. The spiderman mat below their feet now stained with her.

Yunho really didn’t fucking care anymore. Not with the way y/n had grabbed his hand, bringing it to her mouth and sucking his fingers clean, tasting herself.

“Shit…” Mingi removed his hand from her throat, his other, just like Yunho’s covered in her juices. “I love you.” He might of got a taste of her on Yunho’s fingers as he moved to kiss her, tongue darting out, muffling the moan bubbling up in her and himself.

They were still a few miles away from their apartment and Yunho was doing his best not to pull his jeep over somewhere and join the two who were now making out in the passenger seat.

Mingi pulled back, panting against y/n swollen lips. “Baby….” He glanced towards Yunho who was now gripping the steering wheel with both hands, knuckles white and starting to speed a little with his foot on the gas. “I think he’s frustrated.”

Y/N looked at Yunho through hooded eyes, gaze trailing down to the hard bulge in his pants. Mingi grunted when she started moving around, her knees now on the floorboard, leaning her body across the console.

“Y/N?” Yunho couldn’t look down, couldn’t even spare a glance when he felt her hands on him. He barely hit the breaks for the red light when she unzipped his pants, the button popping open next.

Mingi knew y/n liked her hair pulled when giving head and he knew Yunho couldn’t do it for her. He reached his hand over, tangling his ringed fingers into her hair, gripping just tight enough that she moaned as she pulled Yunho’s hard aching dick free.

If Yunho gripped the steering wheel any tighter he’d probably rip it off. “Eyes on the road.” Mingi’s voice was taunting him, he could practically hear the smirk on his lips as y/n took his entire length into her mouth in one go. Fuck!

Yunho had always liked a good challenge, he was a competitive guy. This…. this was a challenge he might just lose. He absolutely could not take his hands off the wheel. He couldn’t buck his hips, and his restraint deserved to be applauded.

He could however make noise and he certainly was, deep moans leaving him. The way y/n was teasing him now, his dick no longer in her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down, her lips just barely sucking his tip, swallowing the precum.

There was no way, absolutely no way he was gonna make it home. “The only way I’m coming is inside you.” Yunho reached one hand down, slapping at Mingi’s and using his own to tangle into her hair. “So get back in Mingi’s lap and,” he pulled her up, never breaking his focus on the road. “both of you behave.”

Mingi helped y/n situate herself back in his lap, both staring at Yunho hungrily. “Dude….” Mingi bit his bottom lip, smirking. “fucking hot when you’re all in command and shit.”

Y/N watched the way Yunho flicked his gaze quickly at them and then back on the road. She could see the way through his hard faced exterior right now that he was trying not to smirk. “I think he likes to be in control.” Her voice was filled with need and so much aching desire.

“He called me a tease.” Y/N feigned a pout, Mingi grinning, he had been begging y/n to tell him everything all day but she kept telling him to wait. “Backed me up against the wall, told me I liked it. When,” she looked at Mingi, bringing a hand up to grip his chin. “you were the one that told me to tease him because apparently,” her gaze flicked back to Yunho. “he likes brats and shit.”

Yunho was really gonna kick Mingi’s ass. He flicked the blinker on, turning right down the street that would take them down the next turn to their apartment building. “Tell him what you were doing, y/n.” He looked at her then, gaze so dark, so dangerous, she could feel herself clench around nothing.

Mingi arched a brow, looking back and forth between them completely intrigued. Yunho took the last turn, their apartment building right ahead. He smirked, turning his gaze back to the road. “How you were desperately failing to make yourself come, door wide open, practically on the verge of tears because those tiny little fingers of yours just couldn’t fill you full enough.”

The jeep stopped, the ignition turning off and Yunho was out the jeep quickly, turning to fix himself back in his pants as Mingi and y/n just watched him.

“You two coming?” He shut the drivers door, waiting as y/n climbed off of Mingi’s lap, waiting until they were both out before locking his jeep and leading the way into their apartment building.

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