#oml Yunho is a dangerous😳💛

[honey-lemon-goose]

“Yunho,” your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. “Where are you?” He demanded.' Ajsnsjsnis that was quick, and why does that have me blushing oml🫣🤭 “He doesn’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” mmhm mmhm Yunho is correct😌👏👏 sisnsus he's such a good friend oml🥺 “Permission to touch you…” His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, “to kiss you,” aksnsisnosd that escalated quickly oml🫣👏 ppsshh brain turned to mush, goodness🤭 'prison of modern clothing.' Ahahahha oml thats too funny💀🤣🤣 

Jaws

Synopsis: Yunho is prepared to do everything to help you forget. Even if that means doing something you’ve never done before…

Warnings: Soft Dom! Yunho, sensory deprivation (blindfold), bondage (use of Yunho’s tie), dom/sub dynamics, pet names, (princess, darling, etc.), friends to lovers. Lmk if I forgot anything <3 

Word Count: 2.4k (yea. Pure filth… heh.)

I'm not here to be the savior you long for.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you angrily type in a familiar number. You had given your boyfriend- your now ex-boyfriend, one too many chances. You hated when Yunho was right, but this time you had nowhere to turn. You were standing outside your apartment in your slippers and pajamas and his jacket, waiting for Yunho to answer the phone. You were trying hard not to cry harder as you heard Yunho’s voice on the phone, “Yes?” 

“Yunho,” your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. “Where are you?” He demanded. “Home. Standing outside-” 

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, Yunho hung up. You stared at your phone in disbelief. You had no other option but to wait for Yunho to arrive, trying not to shiver. You didn’t want to go back inside, you didn’t want to risk running into your ex, who was still in your apartment. You wrapped your arms around your body, watching the rain begin to dribble as you stood underneath the awning of your apartment building. 

After a few moments, headlights flashed down the street, and you see Yunho’s dark car pull up to the curb. Hot tears fill your eyes again as you watch him slide out of the car, holding an umbrella. His eyes fell on you and you could see anger flash in his dark irises. “Y/n.” He groans, rushing to you. You sob as he wraps his arms around you, “Come on. You must be freezing.” He ushered you to his car and helps you inside. 

He doesn’t ask you anything as he speeds away, you could see that he was upset. But, you didn’t want to fight anymore, you were tired and wanted nothing more than to be around someone who wanted you. The drive back to his place didn’t take long, but before you got out of the car, Yunho simply sat there staring ahead of him. You slowly look over to him, “Yunho,” you murmur, “Please. I don’t want to hear about it right now… I don’t want to hear how you were right.” You sniffle, causing him to scoff, “Do you want to hear what I want to say?” You shake your head, “No-” You begin to say but he interrupts you, “He’s a piece of shit. I want to break him, limb from limb.” He turns to face you, “I want to make him hurt in ways he could never fathom. So, yes, I was right. It doesn’t make you feel any better.” He put his hand on your knee, “He doesn’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” You turn to look at him. “I just don’t want to feel anything right now.” You whisper. 

There was a long pause before Yunho speaks again, “Let me help you.” He opens his door and climbs out, helping you out of your door. He takes your hand and guides you up the stairs of his home and opens the door. You don’t say anything as he guides you through his house. Through his dimly lit hallway to a room at the end. His room. 

You turn to face him as he looks down at you, his eyes soft, understanding, waiting. “I need your permission, Y/n.” He murmured. “Permission?” you cock your head to the side slightly, not sure what he meant. “Permission to touch you…” His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, “to kiss you,” his voice was deep, and so soft that you could barely hear it. “To make you forget.” you couldn’t breathe. Yunho’s mouth was so close to yours that you couldn’t think straight. His warm breath skittered across your face, and the smell of toothpaste and his cologne swirled around your body, fogging your mind further. 

Sure, you thought your friend Yunho was extremely attractive, who couldn’t think that? You became friends with him nearly 6 months after dating your now ex, meeting through mutual friends. After all, Yunho was part of the reason your relationship fell on the rocks. You gulp, “I need to hear you say it, darling.” 

“Say, say what?” You whisper, your voice failing as he steps closer, his body now pressed against yours. “Say, yes.” His lips were so close to yours, if only you had the nerve to move just a fraction of an inch, they could touch. “Yunho,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his lips ghost yours. “Say it, y/n. Say the word and I’ll make you forget the pathetic bastard ever existed.” 

“Please,” you plead with him, “I don’t want to think- I don’t want to think about him. Help me forget, please.” His breathing stops for a moment, and he pulls away. You gulp, your mind whirling as he reaches for his door, his free hand latching around your wrist as he tugged you into his room. You follow like a lost puppy, allowing him to guide you to the edge of his bed, pushing you so your legs were against the mattress. You gulp, watching him as he knelt down, pulling your shorts down with him. You feel your cheeks heat up, realizing that you weren’t wearing any undergarments, whatsoever. His hands ghost up your thighs, squeezing as he went, placing soft kisses along your hip. Yunho’s thumb’s hooked around your shirt, pulling it over your head, tossing it with your shorts in a heap. 

His eyes were lust-filled, watching your every move like a hawk. He moves to his nightstand, pulling out a silk sleep mask, “Pull your hair back, princess.” he murmurs, his voice rumbling your chest as he comes to stand in front of you again. You do as you’re told, and for whatever reason, you obey without questioning him at all. You pull your hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck. “I’m going to put this over your eyes. Don’t take it off. Don’t touch it. You’ll lose your hands.” He warns, nudging you to sit on the bed. You nod your head, “Verbal confirmations here, now, y/n. Nodding your head does not count. I want to hear your voice.” 

“Ok.” You whisper as he offers you a sexy grin, “Good girl.” He slides the mask over your eyes and gently pushes your shoulders back. “Scoot back a little bit, baby doll.” He guides you so that you’re laying in the middle of his soft bed. You feel the bed dip, and he’s now standing somewhere in his room. You hear him moving around the bed, but you’re unsure of what he’s doing. “How I’ve dreamt of this, y/n…” He sucks air through his teeth, groaning as he moves to your feet, using his fingers to dance along the inside of your calf. You gasp, the sensation going straight to your groin. You clamp your legs closed, a strangled whimper escaping your mouth. 

As suddenly as his touch came, it was gone again. Your skin was aflame with desire, and you shuddered, “Yunho, please.” You beg, shifting as he moves through his room. “Patience, y/n. You’ll be rewarded soon.” You groan frustratedly as he pauses. The bed dipped, and you could feel him on your left side, “I want to see you squirm first.” Your head moves toward him, and you feel his breath fan across your chest. You gasp, shivering as he pull away, “Yunho,” you move to remove the blindfold but his hands were faster. “What did I say, Y/n?” He says, his voice low. Annoyed slightly. He tsks at you and leaves you alone on the bed. “I suppose I can’t be surprised…” he chuckles, and you hear him walk away. “Where are you going?” 

“I thought you would be a good girl,” he begins, his voice further away than before. “It seems that I was wrong. So, now, I need to improvise.” He says, his voice growing louder at the end. “Hands. Now.” 

“You can’t be-” 

“Don’t.” his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. You moan, his mouth hovering over yours, “Back. Talk.” You feel him gather your hands and the sensation of something cool and smooth wraps around your wrists. “I think this is going to be my new favorite tie.” he chuckles to himself as he restrains your hands above your head. You gulp as he climbs over your legs, pinning your hips with his. He was wearing shorts- or he had undressed to his briefs, you weren’t sure. But you could feel his muscular legs moving against yours as he rolled his hips into yours. You gasp, arching into his chest, his hands running along your sides as he nibbled your neck. “Yunho,” you whimper, pressing your face into his hair. He chuckled, “Yes, princess?” He hums, lapping at your right nipple. “Please- please,” you whine. Yunho moves to the opposite nipple, his tongue trailing across the valley between them. He hummed in reply, his mouth consuming your breast; his teeth scrapped your sensitive bud as he pulled away, “Please, what, y/n? Hmm? What is it that you want?” 

“Yu- Yunho, please.” 

“Me?” He chuckles, his lips hovering over yours again, “You want me?” 

“Yes.” You said, your voice coming out harsh. The desire building in the pit of your stomach was making you desperate. “Oh, well,” he chuckled, tsking at you as if you were a child. “Talking to me like that will get you nowhere.” He rumbles, his chest pressed against yours as his hand dances to your hip, “manners, darling. Use. Your. Manners.” You shudder, “Please.” You whimper, feeling useless against him. “Please, what, Y/n? I’m not a mind reader, love.” He teased, licking a hot stripe up your neck to your chin. You groan, chasing his mouth. He luckily allowed you to catch him, his mouth and yours hungrily meet. His tongue danced around your mouth, prodding your tongue and lapping at it expertly. Your mind was spinning as you were helpless, he was pulling away, “No- no, please.” You whine, grinding your hips into his. “So greedy. My, oh my, someone really needs to teach you some proper manners.” He chuckled. 

“Yunho, please. Stop teasing. I can’t take it anymore.” You gasp. He pauses for a moment, his hands dancing to your hips and pinning you down, “Can’t keep up?” You shake your head frantically, as he chuckles. “Guess we’ll have to build that stamina then, huh?” He pecked your cheek, “Is my sweet y/n getting too worked up? Hmm?” You nod, “Yes.” you whimper pathetically. He chuckles, “Oh, pretty angel. What to do?” You groan as he giggles to himself. “Awh, alright. I guess I’ve seen you fidget long enough.” He sighs, lips attaching to yours like a man starved. You feel him move his hand between your faces, “Open up. Spit.” You don’t even think twice as you spit onto his awaiting fingers. You hear him chuckle and listen to the sound of him spitting as well. His hand moves between your bodies and frees his strangled cock from its prison of modern clothing. 

He hisses as he drags his hand along his cock, using the leftover spit to run his two digits along your folds. You gasp, bucking your hips toward his fingers. “So wet… Did we even need spit?” He teases, his mouth on yours as his cock prods your entrance. “Fuck,” you gasp, feeling as he teased you, entering slightly and pulling back out. There was a slight pop! making you whine as he hissed. He chuckled darkly, “Tight.” 

His lips were back on yours within moments, his hips softly rolling against yours. You both moan, his hands dug into your hips as he stills, bottoming out. You tug at the tie around your hands, “Yuyu.” You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as he leisurely moves his hips, testing to see if you were going to be in pain. “Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, his hips pausing slightly, his face buried into your neck. You can’t speak. You can’t think. The only thing keeping you from going insane was the moans from Yunho and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his hips, making him chuckle, “Fuck.” He hisses, grabbing your throat, “I’m not gonna last like this.” You nod your head, unable to admit that you were about to come undone as well. But, it wasn’t like he couldn’t tell. 

Yunho grunts, feeling you orgasm and catching your cries in his mouth. He doesn’t stop as you shake, pushing you through the longest orgasm you had ever experienced, the sensation coming in waves. He moans, squeezing your throat as he pulls away, holding your hips as he picks the pace up suddenly. You cry out, another strong orgasm threatening to rip through you again. Your words are nothing but incoherent whines and moans as his hips met yours, pornographic noises echoing around the room as he grunts. You feel his hand rip the blindfold off, “I want to look in your eyes as I fucking cum.” He growls. You thought you were dreaming. The sight before you was enough to make you sob. Yunho was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his abs flexing as he moved, his biceps taught from holding your hips prisoner, his large hands wrapped and digging into your skin as if he was attempting to melt into you. 

He uses one of his hands to interlace with yours, his lips gathering yours as he groans, thrusting one last time into you, hard and deep. You feel a warm sensation spread through your womb and you buck your hips against his. 

You both lay there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Panting, he pulls away, looking into your eyes as he undoes the restraint. You didn’t realize how tired your arms were until they went slack above your head. He pulls out of you and flops beside you, staring up at the ceiling. After nearly five minutes of no talking coming from either party, Yunho turns you. “Y/n…” he trails off, causing you to turn just enough to look at him. “Yuyu.” you feebly reach toward his face, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “If I would have known you felt that way, I would have come running.” He chuckles as he kisses you a few more times, pulling away to look at you. 

“You definitely came something… Maybe not running… At least not with your legs… Definitely down them.”