#yunho drabbles

[yo-yo-yungi]

SHUT UP - JEONG YUNHO - NSFW

Yunho x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: Dom!Yunho, Sub!reader, degrading (slut), pet names (baby), mention of punishment, childhood house, having to stay quiet, established relationship,

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Summary: you simply couldn’t hold yourself back around your perfect boyfriend, especially when he looked so good in the morning, even if your parents were downstairs… you could be quiet… Right?

“Keep your filthy mouth closed baby” he groaned into your ear, words accompanied by hot breaths hitting your skin. Despite you getting louder and louder, threatening to blow your cover, he continued to slam his hips against yours. If your family heard then you’d be the one at fault, not him. After all, you were the one that begged him to fuck you even though you were staying in your childhood room and your family were home.

Admittedly the second you started begging there was no way Yunho was going to turn you down, he gets mean sure, but he also gets turned on, and your pathetic begging had him terribly desperate.

“Please Yun, I need your fat fucking cock in my pussy…” you begged him, kneeling in front of him, pulling on his belt. Who had taught you to beg so effectively??? Him… Was it biting him in the ass now? Yes.

“Can’t be quiet Yun, you feel s’ good” you whined, whimpers falling from your mouth. Yunho wanted to slap, maybe punish you for being dumb, for not following orders, but that would only make more noise. Instead he removed his hand from your clit and shoved his fingers into your mouth “suck on those and shut the fuck up. God you are such a whore~ begging for me~ moaning so loudly for me~ and all when your parents are downstairs~ are you a slut baby” he groaned, voice coarse from running low on energy. He was holding back his own moans so well, why couldn’t you just do the same.

Around his fingers you nodded desperately, wide glossy eyes looking up at him so sweetly. God you were so cute, he hated how you had such a grasp on him. He really did love you. He just hopped he hadn’t ruined his chances of your family liking him by fucking you in their house-

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closed, cock slamming into your cervix, making you bite into his fingers so you wouldn’t scream. Your pretty cunt tightened around him so filthily and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. “My slut, so fucking perfect~” he whined, gazing into your eyes.

You wanted to call to him, tell him you were going to cum, but his fingers stopped you, they only pushed further into your throat. “I know Baby, I know~ you wanna cum on my cock, make a sloppy fucking mess~ go ahead baby” he gave you all the permission you’d ever need, then sped up, chasing your highs together. He needed to cum just as badly as you now.

He felt your cunt tighten around him and he throbbed in response. Sweat dripped from his hair line and his fingers slipped deeper into your mouth, pressing down. His hips stuttered as you came around him, your slick coating his cock looked so delicious and he really wish he’d eaten you out. With one final thrust he slams his hips into yours and paints your begging walls white.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and leans down to kiss you, trying to hide his own moans. “Thank you Yun” you mutter as he pulls away to grab a towel to clean you up. He chuckles at you and grabs your chin, pulling you towards him “you better be ready for when we get home baby, cause I’m gonna fucking break you” he smiled, eyes twinkling, and that’s how you knew you were truly fucked.

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader ღ words: ~1k ღ genre: smut (sub!Yunho, he's blindfolded, temperature play (ice cubes), nipple play, oral, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (all idol receiving), dacryphilia) ღ reader: no description of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: “I can’t get enough of you.”

Author’s note: Idkkkk I just love the concept of letting service dom!Yunho lean back while you take care of him and repay him for all the times he’s done the same for you,,, and subsequently having him become a moaning, shaking mess underneath you,,,,,,,

Your boyfriend lets out a breathy moan at the cold sensation of the ice cube against his skin. Holding it between your lips, you drag it from his sternum all the way up to his throat, making him throw back his head instinctively to give you access, and then once you lift it off his skin, he lets out a shaky sigh. You cup his face with one hand, thumb brushing against his cheek and the silky fabric of the blindfold, placing the ice into your other hand, before you lean in for a kiss. His lips feel hot against yours for a moment, until you’ve adjusted to the temperature difference, and while you kiss him at an unhurried pace you don’t hesitate to part his lips with your tongue to lead him into an open mouthed kiss. He lets you take control as his hands find your hips on top of him, loosely holding onto them.

“I’ll take care of you today,” you mutter once you part. It’s been a while since you’ve last done this, switched roles, made him sprawl out on the bed for you to have your way with him - but oh, how you missed this. Of course you like it when he’s in control, doing everything in his might to make you feel nothing short of amazing. But sometimes the urge to give all of that back overcomes you, and in times like these you always find yourself baffled at how much more badly you could need him.

You roll your hips on top of him once, a teasing gesture, and yet - the deprivation of one of his senses heightens all others, and you don’t fail to draw another of those pretty moans from his lips.

“Shit, Yun… I can’t get enough of you.” It’s merely a whisper as you lean back in, pressing another impatient kiss against the corner of his mouth, and then you take the ice cube between your lips again, letting a drop of the cold water fall onto his chest. Mesmerized by the goose bumps forming on his skin and his nipples hardening without you needing to touch them, you eventually lean back in to take one of them into your mouth. The mixture of the cold ice and your hot tongue swirling around the sensitive bud has him arching his back underneath him, and the way he reacts so strongly has you moaning while you continue your ministrations. You move on eventually, scattering ice cold kisses down his stomach, leaving the remainder of the ice cube behind on his navel for it to melt there. Your hand finds Yunho’s cock, grown to its full size now, and you find yourself amused by how affected he is once again. Starting to give him a few slow strokes, you lick up the droplets of water running down his skin, and then you position yourself in between his thighs, aching to please him even more.

“You good, baby?” you ask, running your nails down the inside of his thigh, your lips hovering just above his tip.

“Y-yeah,” he gives you a strained answer, desperation in his voice and you grin to yourself.

“Gonna make you feel even better…” you say, before you press a kiss to his head and even at such a tiny gesture you can feel him shiver underneath you. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive, Yun…” Very slowly, you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, and when you finally reach the tip, you wrap your lips around it. Your boyfriend lets you hear a whine, one that you assume wasn’t supposed to slip out, as he immediately presses his lips tightly together, but you can’t help but want more of it. “Let me hear you, baby,” you say. “Sounds so pretty…” And as soon as you take him into your mouth, sinking down on him as you hollow your cheeks until you have as much of him inside of you as you can take, yet another of those sinful whines bursts out of him. His breathing heavy and his thighs attempting to close around your frame, he moans at your touches. You go at exactly the pace you know he likes the most, doing all the things that will be sure to drive him crazy in no time, and when you begin to moan in tune with him, a curse escapes him.

“Shit, Y/N… g-gonna cum…” His fingers grappling at the bedsheets until his knuckles turn white, you keep your pace steady, until finally you can feel his warm seed spilling into your mouth and you swallow without hesitation. Leaving not a drop of his cum behind, you sit up eventually, and before he can fully come down from his high, you continue stroking him until you can feel him getting hard again. “Sh-shit…” Yunho tries to hold back any more of those desperate whines as he bites his bottom lip, but it’s no use. You watch your boyfriend squirming underneath you, sometimes instinctively bucking his hips into your hand while he mewls at the overstimulation. His ears bright red and his muscles working underneath the skin in futile attempts to balance out the overwhelm - and still he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, there’s soon broken moans falling from his lips, your hand that’s moving up and down his pulsating cock picking up in speed, and the way he cries out as he cums again could’ve sent you over the edge as well.

“You did so well, baby,” you coo at him once you finally let him rest, hovering above him as you leave a trail of soothing kisses up his chest, and when you take off his blindfold, you can see the tears in the corner of his eyes. Running your fingers through his hair, you press a kiss to his temple, to his nose, and finally to his lips. “So, so well.”

[sanspuppet]

Can’t stop thinking of gamer Yunho, who likes to have you sitting on his lap while he plays videogames with his friends. Little do they know thay you have a vibrator deep inside your pussy, the way you’re throbbing it’s making you feel extremely uncomfortable in your panties, you try desperately to rub them against his lap, but if you dare to make him hard it’d be a veeery long night between you two. Yunho also forces you not to make any sound, i mean, it’d be quite embarrassing if Mingi, Seonghwa, San and Jongho would hear you moaning and whining like a “pathetic whore”, wouldn’t it be?

[cybrsan]

congratulations!!

maybe a smut drabble with yunho of #106? best friends to lovers when reader’s ex cheats on them and reader was at the club a couple days later, looking for a rebound

yunho has been pining over reader and got jealous when he found out her intentions..

kind of angsty with possessive yunho!!

Thank you! Enjoy <3

Prompt:  106. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget that asshole's name." Pairing: Best Friend!Yunho x F!Reader Genre: Angst, smut Word Count: 2k Tags/warnings: Alcohol use, friends to lovers, rebound sex, unresolved feelings

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

You sit at the bar, ordering another shot. You've lost count of how many you have had at this point, not caring in the slightest. In fact, you hope you get drunk. You want the sweet, sweet bliss of oblivion that comes with being blacked out so that you can forget the pain that has been eating at you ever since you walked in on your ex-boyfriend cheating a few days ago. 

Your friends who have accompanied you have all wandered off at this point, enjoying their own activities. Everyone except Yunho, who has stuck to your side like glue the entire night.  You love being around him, and you appreciate the fact that he wants to take care of you, but having a guy who’s 6 feet tall hovering around you is really getting in the way of your main goal—finding a rebound. 

Downing your shot, you swivel in your stool and face him. "Yunho.”

“Yeah, what’s up? How are you feeling?” 

“Suffocated.” 

“What?” 

He looks a bit hurt, so you backtrack, not having intended to come off so harshly. “Yunho, I love you. I do. You are my best friend, and I love hanging out with you. But I really want to find a guy to hook up with, and having you around is preventing anyone from approaching me because they think you’re my boyfriend.” 

“Wait, that’s why we’re here?” he asks, eyes widening. “I thought you just wanted to clear your head.” 

“Yeah, by having someone fuck the thoughts right out of me.” 

Yunho just stares at you, not saying anything. His ears are slightly red, and you can only assume your vulgarity has left him feeling embarrassed. You’ve never talked about stuff like this with him before; obviously, the alcohol in your system has made you a bit too bold. Feeling awkward, you stand up to leave when he suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back toward him. 

“I don’t think it’s safe for you to go home with a random guy.” His words express his concern for you, but his eyes are laced with an emotion you can’t quite place. 

“Yunho, I’m a grown woman. I can make choices for myself.”

“I know that,” he says, grip tightening slightly. “But I don’t want you to go home with a random guy.” 

Your eyes widen. He couldn’t possibly be insinuating what you think he is. 

“Then who should I go home with?”

He doesn’t answer right away, teeth worrying his lower lip. He looks unsure of something, but his hesitance only lasts for a moment before he steels his gaze, looking at you with newfound confidence.

“Me.”

“You? Wait, Yunho, you mean—”

“Yeah. I’ll help you clear your head.”

Before you can argue, he’s throwing a wad of cash down onto the bartop and texting in your group chat, letting everyone know he’s taking you home. No one will think twice about it, knowing that he’s always the one who takes care of you after a wild night out. They wouldn’t ever think his words might have a different meaning.   

The car ride is quick, the air between you thick with anticipation. When you get to Yunho’s apartment, you aren’t sure what to expect. You think that maybe it will be something straight out of a movie—he’ll throw you up against a wall, confess his feelings for you, and take you right then and there. But that doesn’t happen.

It’s just like any other time you’ve been at his apartment, so much so that you almost think you imagined everything. He takes your jacket from you and hangs it up, then gets you a glass of water that you make quick work of, mouth dry from anxiety. He sits on one of the kitchen chairs, watching you as you stand there awkwardly, unsure of what’s to come next. 

“Why do you look so nervous?” he asks, tone light and teasing.

Hearing his voice relaxes you, helps you remember that this is Yunho you’re with—your Yunho—and you have nothing to worry about. 

“Why do you think?” 

He chuckles and beckons you forward, patting the seat next to him. You sit, and he pulls your chair closer to his, letting his hand rest on your thigh. His touch is featherlight, but it’s enough to make you jump. His thumb rubs soothingly against your skin and he lifts your chin with his opposite hand so that you’re forced to look him in the eyes. You hadn’t even realized you were avoiding his gaze until now. 

“Y/N… I need to know that you want this. That you won’t regret it.”

“So you were serious about what you said back there at the bar?” 

You shouldn’t be so shocked, but you can’t help it. People have always joked about the two of you having feelings for one another, and maybe there was something between you before you met your last boyfriend, but neither of you ever acted on anything. No drunken kisses, no hints dropped, no late-night confessions forgotten in the morning…

“Of course I was,” he says. “I want you. I have for a while now, even before everything with your ex.” 

“Yunho…” 

“I don’t expect you to reciprocate my feelings, at least not right now. I don’t care if we only keep things physical, but I need you to genuinely want it.” 

You should think this through, consider all the possibilities. Do you have feelings for Yunho? What will this do to your relationship with him? But the answer comes to you so easily that you don’t have time to fight it. “I do. I want this.” 

Once he has your full consent, it’s as if a switch inside of him clicks. His eyes darken, and he grabs your hips, pulling you off of your chair and halfway onto his lap as he captures your lips in a bruising kiss. 

“Good,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “I’m going to fuck you until you forget that asshole’s name.”  

His words make your thighs clench instinctively, his boldness taking you off guard. He stands up, keeping you close, and walks you to his bedroom, tossing you unceremoniously onto the bed.  You can’t help but laugh at his eagerness, making him smile as he unbuttons his shirt. You ogle him, taking in his tan skin and toned stomach. His body is obviously that of a dancer’s, and you make a mental note to tell him that his hard work is paying off. 

“Like what you see?” he jokes, spinning for you as if showing himself off. 

“Yes, now get over here already.” 

Never one to deny you, he kneels on the bed and lowers himself on top of you. He returns his lips to yours, kissing you hungrily as his hands explore your body. He grabs the bottom of your shirt, fingers brushing over the skin of your stomach, and tugs it off of you. 

Having gone braless, your chest is immediately exposed to him, and he groans at the sight, eagerly taking all of you in. You thought you might feel shy under his gaze, but instead, he only makes you feel desired. He dips his head down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. You moan, arching your back as pleasure jolts through you. 

Once he’s satisfied, he trails kisses down your stomach, stopping at the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you through his lashes, waiting. 

“Can I…?” he lets his words trail off. 

“Yes, Yunho, yes,” you beg, writhing underneath him, desperate for more of his touch. 

In the blink of an eye, he’s freeing you of your pants and your underwear along with them before eagerly shoving his face into your cunt. You can’t hold back your moans as his tongue moves against you expertly, as if he somehow knows exactly what to do to bring you to the edge. When he slides a finger into your entrance, prepping you for his cock, your thighs clench around his head. Unbothered, Yunho continues, teasing your clit with his tongue as he adds a second finger, scissoring them inside of you. You can feel your orgasm building with each passing second, and you tug at his hair, pulling him off of you. 

“Don’t wanna come like this,” you pant, chest heaving. “Want you inside me.” 

Yunho groans and pulls his fingers out of you. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

He hurriedly takes off his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of it; it’s long, longer than any you’ve had before, slender but curved in a way that has you desperate, clenching around nothing. He grabs a condom from his nightstand and slowly rolls it over himself, thrusting a few times into his hand. You’re pretty sure that you could come from that sight alone—maybe you can revisit that another time. 

“Come here,” you whine, grabbing for him. 

Never one to deny you, he kneels on the bad and lowers himself over you, kissing you as he aligns himself with your entrance. You tangle your hands in his hair and angle your hips to meet him, moaning as he pushes inside of you. He lets out a strangled noise, eyebrows pinching together. You can tell he’s struggling to control his pace as he lets you adjust to the size of him, but you don’t want him to be considerate. You need him, all of him, now. 

Hooking your legs around his waist, you pull him closer to you, spurring him on. He takes the hint and rocks into you fully, letting you feel every inch of him, before pulling out and slamming back into you. He sets a bruising pace, relentless as you write underneath him, barely able to think about anything other than him and how good he’s making you feel.   

He intertwines your fingers as he fucks into you, panting into your neck. “You’re mine,” he growls. “I’m not letting anyone else have you. Never again.” 

“Fuck, yes, I’m yours.”    

It only takes a few more thrusts and Yunho moaning your name for you to come undone, trembling underneath him. He follows shortly after, your walls clenching around him too much for him to take. You feel alarmingly empty when he pulls out of you to discard the condom in the trash, and the thought has you quickly getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. You pee and hop in the shower, needing time to sort out how you’re feeling.

You’ve never felt that way before, never said you belong to someone so easily. You’ve never missed someone the second they pulled away from you. It’s not hard for you to make sense of things—obviously, you return his feelings. But as to whether or not you’re ready for another relationship so soon after ending your last one, you’re not as sure.

You return to his bedroom wrapped only in a towel and grab one of his shirts, pulling it over your head. Yunho looks up at you from his phone and smiles, opening his arms in invitation. You go to him, letting him pull you close, and you can’t help but bury your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him.

“Feeling okay?”

You may not be able to see him, but you can hear the worry in his tone.

“I feel great, Yu, I promise. That was amazing.” 

He kisses the top of your head. “Good, I’m glad. It was for me, too.” 

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t press you for answers or ask you to tell him where you stand even though you know he was probably racked with anxiety the entire time you were in the bathroom. Instead, he shuts off the light and continues to hold you close as he shuts his eyes, content just from having you in his arms. As you fall asleep in his embrace, your last coherent thought is that you’re going to have a lot to figure out in the morning.

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~500 ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none ✧ prompt: morning kisses

It’s roughly 6 a.m. when your eyes are wandering through the room, observing every detail, every bit of decoration and every furniture item closely. You’re still lying in bed, a cozy blanket covering your body, while the first rays of sunshine are sneaking inside through the blinds. You’re not usually up this early, but you just spent the night over at your boyfriend’s place for the very first time, and your sleep tends to be light in a bed you’re not used to. Your mind is still tired, but your eyes are surprisingly focused as your gaze floats from the top of the wardrobe to a shelf, finding what looks like a family picture and next to it an empty vase, and eventually landing on the tall body lying right next to you. Yunho is still sound asleep, and when you snuggle up to him close enough you can feel his slow breathing on your skin. You admire the complexion of his face to the point you have to force yourself not to trace all the lines with your fingers. Instead, you let your gaze wander from his eyes to the tip of his nose and along the shape of his lips.

“How can someone be so beautiful…” you whisper, keeping your voice low so you don’t tear him out of his sleep. That’s why you’re startled when his deep brown eyes are suddenly looking into yours. “Did I wake you up?” you ask immediately, but the soft smile he responds with lets you know that even if you did, he could never be mad at you for it. 

He’s still drowsy, and so his movements are heavier than usual when he frees one arm from underneath the blanket to put it around your body, though through the fluffy blanket it still feels incredibly light. A tired chuckle leaves his lips, which you’ve been admiring just a few moments ago.

“I want to ask you the same thing,” he speaks, voice sounding a bit rough from just having woken up. Then he leans in to place a sleepy kiss on your mouth, before clarifying, “how someone can be as beautiful as you are.” Your heart beats faster at those words, and you let him kiss you again, feeling him crawl on top of you between a dozen soft kisses from one corner of your mouth to the other. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, hoping he would take his time before rolling back to his side of the bed, and you part his lips with your tongue to deepen the kiss. A sigh escapes your mouth when he accepts the invitation, and he kisses you breathless, until eventually you have to part again.

“Good morning, baby,” he whispers once he’s back to lying next to you. Yunho pulls you close so your head rests on his chest, and you’re held safe in his embrace. With his fingertips he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, and then he places a peck against your temple. “Let’s go back to sleep for another hour or two, okay?”

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Yunho

Word count: 896

Genre: Fluff | Slice of life | Non-idol AU

Your casual relationship with Yunho is more comfortable than you thought

Warnings: Implied sex | Implied alcohol | Mentions of pegging

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[3:09]

“Are you serious?” you laugh when you sit up. 

“What?” Yunho glances at you with the corners of his lips lifted slightly.  His attention is quickly brought back to his PC when he hears the game loading up. 

“Is this what you do with all of your fuck buddies?” you joke as you slip your hoodie over your head. 

“Nah,” he hums, “you’re the only one I’m comfortable enough to actually keep in my room overnight.” 

“Aww, how sweet,” you say teasingly, climbing out of bed and dragging yourself over to Yunho’s desk where you stand behind his chair as your arms sling around his neck. 

You’ve known each other for a few months. Your friend circles kinda overlap with the help of Wooyung—who has almost a billion more circles than you and Yunho combined—and you were only ‘just friends’ until one fateful night on a trip with your friends where you were both forced to share a bedroom after Wooyoung had passed out drunk in the living room while the only other two bedrooms that were open had been a little too occupied by your friends for either of you to want to be in. 

Despite the option of the living room floor being open, Yunho felt bad and tried to get you to switch. 

Which only made you feel bad, so somehow the option of sharing the same bed seemed to be the best one.

And when you’re both so close to each other, one thing led to another, which then led to you two fucking until the sun rose. 

It’s become a regular occurrence for either of you to be in each others’ apartments, but tonight, you find yourself watching as Yunho starts up his game right after trying to rearrange your insides. 

“Hm, if you’re hungry, I have some leftovers from dinner,” Yunho says as he raises his head to look you in the eyes. 

“Oh?” 

He nods and turns his head back down to face his monitor just as the match starts. 

“It’s just—uhm—chicken fried rice. I was too lazy to actually make anything else.” His voice slowly turns into a mutter the more he focuses. “Felt like I was wasting money on food, so I learned how to cook.” 

“Did you?” You let out an exaggerated gasp and lean back, smiling slightly in surprise. “And I thought Jeong Yunho refused to learn how to cook because daddy’s always putting money in your account.” 

“Yeah, then I realised that I liked the idea of being a male wife,” Yunho snorts. 

“I never pegged you as the domestic kind,” you comment as you make your way to the fridge of his little studio apartment. 

“Uhh, you have pegged me, in fact, but yeah. Neither did I,” he laughs. You laugh as well, opening the door and pulling out the first container that looks like there’s rice inside. 

“I’ll heat some up for you, too.” 

Yunho hums back an ‘okay’, but doesn’t fully turn to look at you. 

Silence fills the air, aside from the clicking from his mouse and keyboard and the sound of the game flowing out of his headphones that he’s moved to hang around his neck. 

There’s always been this unspoken comfort that the two of you share when you’re alone and neither you nor Yunho usually think about it. It’s familiar and it’s comfortable; vulnerable. Almost as if the both of you share the same understanding that this is a space that you need. 

So, you continue your synchronised movement as Yunho continues on with the match and you microwave his leftovers until you’re sitting at his tiny, squared, dining table and he finally stands with his headphones hanging off of the side of his black desk. 

He joins you almost wordlessly, the two of you eating ‘supper’ in silence while you scroll through Instagram and Yunho watches some videos on his phone. 

Only in this moment do you realise just how comfortable you are. Admittedly, you had stopped sleeping with other people after a few months of the ‘agreement’ that you had come to with Yunho, and it seems that—despite joking about his other buddies—he has, too. 

And you’d be lying if you said Yunho also exists as a reminder all over. The park hold ghosts of you and him running away from the swans, cafes; wisps of him handing you his black card to pay for whatever you wanted—you’ve been spending a lot of time together recently. 

Maybe your heart holds something else for him, you wonder for a moment. 

But you ignore the thought and return to your phone screen, scooping another spoonful of rice into your mouth as you find another reel that keeps you preoccupied. 

“Hey.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Wanna try dating?”

Movements halted, your eyes flit to meet Yunho’s and he’s staring at you with nothing but pure curiosity in his eyes. 

And… is that… adoration?

Admiration?

You feel shock running through your veins, but it’s not a bad feeling. Instead, you’re filled with a sense of warmth. 

And what you think you’ve completely missed is the fact that the conversation won’t make anything change because you and Yunho are already in this place. 

So, instead of any kind of uncertainty or fear, you feel like it’s… only natural. 

And you nod, “okay.”

Before you return to your own devices as usual. 

[ad0rechuu]

Hey legend! I hope you're feeling better! I love the promt cheek to cheek from the touch list! I'm pretty sure it's #54 with Yunho! I am such a sucker for dorky fluff! ❤️

❪ # viii ❫ : YUNHO. ━━ PROMPT 54

blind by role model

🏷️ gn! reader , fluff / school au, tw: very close touching, when i say cheeks i obvi mean face cheeks , wc: 268 , notes: i’m slowly but surely feeling better thank u for requesting <3 yunho is v dorky in this !

Yunho did not only resemble a golden retriever in appearance, he was also comparable to one in personality. Especially the ones with an eternal puppy-like nature. The ones that would act like playful little lap dogs, despite their size.

It was a blessing and curse.

On one hand, it made him approachable. It also made it easier for him to get close to his crush.

But on the other, it also meant that he didn’t always think before he acted.

“I think this classroom is cursed. I'm cold every time I come here.” You cupped your own cheeks as you complained about the temperature. “My cheeks are fucking freezing!”

At the desk next to yours, Yunho touched his own cheeks in confusion. “Can I feel?”

“Sure.” You said, leaning your cheek closer to him.

You expected to feel the back of his hand or something but instead you felt him come close and press his own cheek against yours.

“You’re right, they are unnaturally cold! Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Yn?” He asked as he pulled away after a while.

He was about to ask if you wanted to go to see the nurse when he saw you shyly smile, the weight of what he had just done finally sinking in.

Yunho felt his own cheeks warm up as he thought about the close proximity you two were just in before checking your reaction again.

You actually didn’t seem to hate it. That could be considered a win in his book!

At times like this, his Golden Retriever-like tendencies were pretty helpful to him.

[petitemingi]

─ ੈ༊˳ [𝟐𝟑:𝟒𝟔]

Yunho pulls the duvet over you as he gets home from work. In his place in the bed lays the giant teddy bear he'd given you a while back. A smile would pull at the corners of his lips as he shook his head lightly.

"___, please don't change"

[thenewblackcanvas]

don’t shut me out(dont shut your legs)

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4 • pt.5

all the times he made an effort to speak to you at the store. helping you if you seemed too loaded down with books. sneaking longing glances only to see you already looking before your ‘caught’ expression and blush makes you turn away. every bit of effort he put in and yet he still said yes to your friend.

maybe she mistook him being there so often or maybe she didn’t care.

either way he shouldn't have said yes.

he shouldn’t have said yes to coffee. he shouldn’t have said yes to sex. he shouldn’t have said yes to anything after that.

but he did. over and over again. now he has to see your eyes avoid him. he watches while you rethink the load of books you hold, lightening it to something easier to carry. deflates at your one word answers and tight polite smiles.

he shouldn’t have said yes.

•

‘that was a bad decision’ is the only thing repeating in his mind.

there are tingles all over his body. the electricity of the hours he spent won't stop. your lidded eyes so close to him, struggling to stay open. the way his heart sped up 1000 beats per minute when you fell against him.

but it's the thought of the bathtub that makes him stop moving on the sidewalk.

the thrill of finally being so close to you intimately isn’t even accurate to say. it's a feeling that calms and energizes him all at once. it makes him feel warm then douses him in cold water.

the cold truly sets in when the full realization hits. he’s with someone.

someone that’s not you.

the fact is stupid to be honest.

he's almost at her place but as the building comes into view he can’t bring himself to go anymore. somehow the guilt towards her isn’t the problem, it’s knowing she would be touching him after you did. he wants the feeling of you to stay with him as long as possible.

with fingers still alight, he types out an excuse of getting caught in more bad weather before turning towards home.

•

why havent you called him? or texted him? or something, anything!

when he goes to the store you’re nowhere to be seen. he settles for seeing her, with the guilt rising a little more each time in his throat.

the random day his friend texts him with a coupon to a spa not too far from where he lives, he uses it as it is still far enough away from her, the store you never seem to be at anymore, and his guilt.

however, he would recognize you anywhere. even from the back. in a group of thousands, he could pick you out from any angle. he doesn’t miss the way you seem to consciously ignore him but he hasn’t seen you in weeks so he ignores it. maybe he shouldn’t have.

•

he stared at the door in confusion.

you were just having fun a few minutes ago, right? his brain lazily muddled over everything as he got cleaned up. he returned to bed, alone this time, lost in thought. 

he is bothered by what happened. 

it took a while for the gears to start turning but then he realizes how he’s treated you. that night during the storm especially. 

how could he be so stupid? he thought about you laying there alone in the dark

your mind going over the fact that the hands that caressed you less than a few hours before would then be touching someone else, the person he technically belonged to no less.

you probably thought he laid down with her after, holding her the way you both wish he could’ve held you. you probably cried. the thought of you crying sadly alone in the dark apartment made his chest clench painfully.

you were both doing something wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling more guilt. he had thought about it briefly a few times before. how much he still wanted to be with you. how he was getting what he wanted in some capacity without having to hurt someone else. somewhere deep down he knew he was playing with your feelings but it felt so good to have you.

what else could he do?

he thoughts drifted back to you crying, feeling dejected and alone, this time so close. you were right across the hall this time. 

he could go over and wipe your tears. he could apologize and make it right. how he would do so he wasn’t sure but he would try while he dried the tears he caused. he sat up quickly, flinching away when the brightness of the sun caught him through the sliver of openness in the curtains. after the momentary blindness, he hopped off his bed, moving quickly to fling open his door and run to yours but it was too late.

•

‘don’t shut me out’ he types. he stares at the message before backspacing all the way to blank. he hasn’t even attempted to make it right. at least not more than simply thinking about it. the last thing he wants is for it to be taken as ‘don’t close your legs’.

he doesn’t mean it that way. well he does but he doesn’t.

he means he wants all of you but he can’t just say that. he can’t think straight enough to craft a long form thought let alone make it meaningful.

he’s just stuck. he can only say those words into the air now.

‘don’t shut me out’ 

hopefully, the universe knows the full extent of what he truly means

series masterlist

[nateezfics]

Their reaction to you asking to cockwarm for the first time 😩

COCKWARMING ATEEZ

PAIRING — ateez x reader

GENRE — smut, romance, established relationship, boyfriend!ateez, fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, soft dom!ateez

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, cockwarming, semi public sex (hong’s studio), dirty talk//sexual language, intentional lower case and small font, intentional word abbreviations

WORD COUNT — 2.3k

SUMMARY — cockwarming ateez for the first time.

HONGJOONG

“so…just sit on it?”

hongjoong closed his eyes and inhaled. he was obviously growing impatient, what with his work needing to be done and his cock resting between your thighs, throbbing with need to get inside you. he held his cock and rubbed its head against your slick folds. “yes, baby. sit on it.”

the fabric of his t shirt crumpled in your fists as you braced yourself against him. you slipped down his length, sheathing it in your warmth. you both sighed, him at your tightness, and you at the stretch. instinctually your hips began to move, but a hand at your thigh quickly halted you.

“f-fuck,” he groaned, glaring down at his hand on your thigh like he wanted to do anything than keep you from bouncing on him. hongjoong swallowed while his thumb rubbed circles into your skin. “just sit. you gotta warm it. stay still while i work, okay?”

you huffed and leaned into his chest petulantly. two seconds into trying cockwarming for the first time and you already hated it. you wanted to move, needed to. his cock, nestled so deep inside, was brushing against that gummy spot; if you could just move, it’d feel so good. by this time he’d normally be pounding into you with reckless abandon, giving into what you both craved. right now, he was still, his arms around you as he busied himself with whatever it was he was working on. despite his cock being buried to the hilt in your cunt, he paid you no mind.

it wasn’t long before you were unable to withstand it any longer. you rocked your hips over his lap, whimpered into his ear that wasn’t covered with his headphones, and moaned his name weakly. and just when you thought he had a resolve of steel, his hips rutted upwards. “fuck it,” hongjoong cursed under his breath just as his hands found purchase on your hips, holding you still while his hips snapped into you repeatedly. “we’ll try again next time.”

SEONGHWA

“this piece, and t-this piece…” seonghwa’s deep voice was hoarse with need. and even as he thought aloud, trying to keep his mind together, he just couldn’t focus on the task at hand. he cursed, dropping the lego pieces onto the table. “fuck, baby, can’t i just –” he bucked his hips in a wordless plea.

you bit your lip to stifle a moan. you picked up the pieces again, offering them to him. “no, gotta stay still. it’s the whole point of cockwarming. now, finish building your set. you’re almost done.” you were sat atop him with your back to him. you watched his hands from each side of your form take the lego pieces again and resume what he had been doing.

seonghwa rested his chin on your shoulder. “this would be so much easier if i could focus, you know.” his fingers skillfully put the set together, the sight almost hypnotic to you.

“you don’t look like you’re having a hard time,” you replied, but were quickly reminded of the very hard cock nestled inside you.

he laughed and groaned at the same time, his breath fanning across your cheek. goosebumps scattered on your skin. seonghwa’s lips were against your ear then. “maybe…maybe i could take a little break, come back to this when i’ve cleared my head a little…” a hand slid down to where you were joined, his thumb pressing into your clit.

the clench around him was immediate, and you both almost lost all resolve right then and there. it was so tempting to just let him fuck you, even bend you over this table. but you weren’t going to back down, not yet. “keep working, just a little more. i promise you’ll get to fuck me. soon.”

the lego set was soon forgotten…

YUNHO

“yunho, please…” your cry fell on deaf ears, or rather, your cry simply did not penetrate the large headphones atop his head. you whimpered, cheek smooshed into his chest as you straddled him. he remained oblivious to you, too caught up in his video game. even with you wrapped around his thick cock, he was much more concerned with defeating his on screen opponents than fucking you. cockwarm me, he said. it’ll be fun, he said. you cursed him in your head.

you sat up straight, your face to his, effectively blocking his view of the computer screen. yunho was able to look over your shoulder with ease thanks to his larger frame, and this only fueled your annoyance more. you opted to trail kisses down his jaw, thinking that surely this would grab his attention. but no, it didn’t. the only sign he was even remotely affected was the slow bob of his adam’s apple. you groaned, and with no other option coming to mind, you took matter into your own hands and began bouncing on his lap, fucking yourself on his cock.

god, it felt good. so good. and you savored the sweet torture of his cock stretching your walls over and over, at least that was until one of his long arms wrapped around your frame to still you. you looked up at him to find that he was looking down at you, finally giving you attention for the first time since you’d been on him.

“what do you think you’re doing?” yunho had now paused his game, your bounces on his cock too much of a distraction. “I thought i told you to warm my cock while I played, not fuck yourself on it.”

“your game was taking too long, and –”

“and what? is my poor baby getting needy, huh?” yunho put his controller aside to hold your waist with both hands. with his full attention now on you, and that familiar dark look in his eyes, you didn’t feel as brazen as before. he chuckled, grinding his hips into yours in a way that had you melting in his arms. “well, if you wanted my attention so bad, now you have it. just remember you asked for this, baby.”

YEOSANG

“so…we just lay here?” yeosang’s voice was low in your ear, barely a whisper as you both payed attention to the movie. you were both on the couch, with him behind you and you settled comfortably in front of him. and his cock stuffed fully inside your cunt.

“yeah,” you said, and when you readjusted yourself, you pressed him further inside, making the poor man behind you groan.

“okay,” he started, strong arm tightening around you. he sounded winded, like he was struggling not to fuck you. which he definitely was, your tight walls tempting him to move. “but if we’re gonna do this, try not to move. please.”

the need in his velvety voice went straight to your core, and god, you almost caved at the sound. you weren’t fairing much better than him, but you at least wanted to give this a try. “okay, i’ll try.”

you managed to get through most of the movie with neither of you moving. his cock was still rock hard, and you were still so wet. your mind began to go numb, only occupied with thoughts of him, the movie a mere blur to you. it was getting closer to the end, and the end meant that finally he could move, could fuck you.

you intended to make it, to wait until you saw the credits that signaled the close of the movie, but yeosang’s hand pressing against your tummy showed that he had other plans. his hips moved tentatively back and forth; it was enough to make you both sigh out in pleasure. “i think,” he spoke between small ruts, “we’re close enough to the end.”

you nodded. “i think so too…” you rolled your rear against him for more friction.

“fucking finally.” there was a symphony of relieved moans at that first deep thrust of his hips.

SAN

san landed on top of you in a heap, panting heavily while he kissed your temple. your arms remained around his neck while you both came down from the high, your sweaty skin sticking together. “i love you.”

“i love you, too.” you kissed his shoulder. moments later he made to get off you, but you cried aloud, limbs wrapping around his body to keep him close. “stay inside of me.”

san laughed as his forehead rested against yours. “stay inside? but why? i’m all…soft now.”

“wanna cockwarm you. just for a little while.”

san was already inclined to do as you asked, but your pretty eyes looking up at him so cutely did him in. “okay. i’ll stay inside, baby.” san remained within you, but moved you both to lay on your sides for more comfort. his arms wrapped around you protectively.

you were content to pass the time listening to his heartbeat and revel in the intimacy of the moment. there was the occasional pillow talk over the most random things, soft giggles, and sweet kisses. sweet kisses that began to linger, grow deeper, and hands tangling in hair and soft sighs filling the air. the heated energy from before returned, and you felt the way san’s cock began to grow inside your walls.

you moaned, and san laughed, throwing your leg over his hip and thrusting. “i think i see why you wanted me to stay inside.”

you smiled as he began to fuck you, fully hard cock pushing you further towards your second orgasm of the night.

MINGI

“baby, i can’t sleep like this…”

“mingi, please,” you whined. “do it for me.” your boyfriend shifted behind you, large hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock was deep, already positioned to hit that sweet spot inside you if he only moved.

“how can i sleep when you’re so tight around me?” mingi was restless, your tight cunt the only thing occupying his mind. he was much too aroused to even attempt to find sleep. he was throbbing, the need to fuck you so intense it was unbearable. “I don’t even know why you wanted to do this in the first place.”

“mingi…” you huffed and fixed the pillow under your head, trying to not move your lower half at all. “just be still then if you can’t sleep.”

“you’re acting like you don’t inwardly want me to fuck you right now.”

“this isn’t about fucking.”

“like hell it isn’t,” mingi grumbled, starting to pull his hips back to thrust into you, but stopping himself. you didn’t make a sound, but the way you clenched around him told him everything. “your pussy is fluttering around me, begging to be fucked.”

when he pushed into your backside, you couldn’t help the small moan that escaped you. you heard him laugh behind you.

he kissed your neck. “what was that?”

you rolled your eyes though he couldn’t see. “okay, stop the teasing and just fuck me, will you?”

mingi thrusted into you forcefully. you cried out, barely catching your breath before he was moving again. “gladly.”

WOOYOUNG

“oh my god, wooyoung!” you cried into his neck, fists balling his shirt.

“feels good, yeah?” wooyoung kissed the top of your head while his thumb busied itself with your clit, rubbing smooth circles against the sensitive bud. you were spasming around his cock, so obviously close to cumming.

“this isn’t how it’s done,” you whined. “i’m just – fuck – supposed to warm your cock.”

“you are baby, but you never said i couldn’t rub your clit.” wooyoung was smug, staying completely still just like you asked him to despite him currently working you towards the edge. “you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

your head shook vigorously. “no! m’so close! so close!”

wooyoung smirked. “that’s what i thought.” his thumb was constant, steady rhythm on your bundle of nerves making you spiral in his lap.

“w-wooyoung, fuck!” your orgasm rushed through you, and you came hard around his still cock. you barely heard his low groan through the haze of your high.

“god, so tight, baby.” wooyoung gripped your hips, slamming you down onto him. “now it’s my turn to cum.”

JONGHO

“you’re so pretty when you’re full of my cock.”

jongho’s nasty words were punctuated by the sight of you in the mirror, splayed between his legs, your thighs open, and cunt stuffed full of his thick cock. you moaned, back arching and hips moving in search of friction. “jongho, please. fuck me.”

“not yet, i wanna admire you warming my cock some more.” his eyes found yours in the mirror, and he chuckled at the neediness in your gaze. “you can wait just a little while longer, can’t you?”

that was a stupid question only meant to tease you. he knew you couldn’t. he knew how desperate you were. you were leaking all around him, pussy begging for him to move. “i’ve already been waiting so long…”

“and you’ve been doing so good,” jongho praised with a kiss to your temple. “please just let me keep you like this for a little bit more. you’re just so pretty like this. i think we need to do this more often, baby. don’t you think so?”

you only whined in desperation. “I don’t wanna cockwarm you anymore, just want you to fuck me.”

jongho pinched your nipple, making you cry out. “so demanding,” he grunted. “if you want to cum at all tonight, you’ll stop whining, okay?”

you whimpered, but nodded anyway.

another kiss to your temple. “good, baby.”

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[teaxtease]

ATEEZ when you meet another idol!

note: jealousy, death jokes (?), other idols mentioned… that’s it.

[yo-yo-yungi]

MY LOVE, MY GRATITUDE - JEONG YUNHO - SFW

Yunho x reader

Genre: angst

Warning list: Angst- so you know, it ain’t happy. Mentions of a fall (no serious damage), mentions of a scar on the readers knee, mentions of food

Word count: 583

Summary: sometimes letters are made to be sent. Other times, letters are for the words we regret never saying.

Dear Yunho,

I wish I had sent this letter years ago, now it's too late. How am I supposed to confess when you look at her the way I look at you? Why did it take you only 2 months to ask her out, when I've been waiting for 10 years? Yunho, I've known you for so long, seen the good, the bad, and the ugly (yes, like the cowboys - yes, I'm a dork). We've known each other since we were 12 - is that the issue? Do you see me as a sister? I doubt it, especially since you kissed me at the Halloween party. Yes, you were drunk. No, I never mentioned it. But have I been thinking about it every second of every day since then? Yes.

I frequently revisit the photos of you stored on my phone. There are over 1,000 of them... you always had a habit of taking selfies whenever I left my phone unattended. Oh how I long for you to do that again.

When I look at photos, they can't compare to a single glance at you. Your beauty cannot be fully captured in an image; it's not the same as seeing you in person. Could you walk past me one last time? No need for a sly wink or even a glance my way, just walk... I'll be watching.

Did you watch the sunset with her as you did with me? I should have confessed my love to you then, should have expressed how those moments meant everything to me.

The little moments with you are etched into my memory like sacred scripture. I can’t look at a tulip without remembering the time you got me some for my birthday, I can't look at a toothbrush without remembering all our childhood sleepovers. Yunho, even my own desk brings back memories of you falling off the chair. But… worst of all, the one that bothers me the most… I can’t look at myself without thinking of you. You changed me, both physically and mentally. Like that scar that graces my knee from when you pushed me a little too hard and I fell to the concrete… I’m sorry by the way, that was my fault… I shouldn’t have said the cupcakes you made were ugly. I loved them… truly. Every time I see that mark on my knee I think of you. It’s not fair…

Whenever someone mentions my considerate nature, I think of you, because you were the one who taught me that. Before I met you, I was unkind and harsh. Why did you give me a chance? You, this beacon of positivity, why did you give me a chance? Is it selfish to wish you hadn't? Because now I'm left with an emptiness in my heart. It stings like a fresh wound - I understand this may not be the best metaphor, but I don't care.

Yunho, I'll put it simply-

I am absolutely, desperately, unconditionally in love with you and everything that you are. If I can turn back time and tell you how I felt before you met her- I would- but I can’t do that now… it’s selfish. You taught me that selfishness isn’t a good look on anyone.

Since I can't express my love for you, I'll express my gratitude instead. Thank you for shaping me into the person I am today. I'm also grateful for the lessons you've taught me about love. I'll cherish these memories forever.

<3

[sxcret-garden]

Yunho ღ 8:05pm [M]

ღ Ateez Yunho x fem!reader ღ words: ~1.8k ღ genre: smut (dom!Yunho, thigh riding, fingering, praise, spanking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: (reader is implied to be smaller than him, mentions of reader blushing, reader is picked up by him)

Desc.: After being horny for your boyfriend Yunho all day, he finally arrives home and you don’t make a secret out of how much you craved having him with you.

“There you are!” You run up to your boyfriend Yunho when he walks through the front door of your shared flat, and before he can even lock up properly, you wrap your arms around his waist. You peek up at him, meeting a pair of eyes that’s both surprised and a bit tired. However, upon meeting your gaze, a warm smile appears on his face.

“Have you been waiting for me?” he asks, still a bit confused. You realize that you must seem like you missed him a disproportionate amount, considering the fact you last saw him this morning. But you don’t care, because you’ve had one hell of a frustrating day. So you nod, and as you continue to stare pleadingly up at his lips, he finally leans in to give you a peck on the mouth. Then, he peels himself out of your embrace, puts his keys away and takes off his shoes, before walking into the living room in order to take a seat on the sofa. The deprivation of his touch feels worse than expected, and so you immediately follow him on tippy toes. Truth is, you’ve been having dirty thoughts all day, and now that your boyfriend is finally back home, you don’t find it in you to wait another second.

“Babe,” you breathe as you drop onto the sofa right next to him, putting your hands on his shoulder and chest, and you give him sultry eyes. “Kiss me properly, please.” Again, Yunho raises his eyebrows at you, but the more he looks at you, the more it begins to dawn on him what you’re planning. He smiles, and then he tilts his head a bit to the side and his lips meet yours in a feathery light kiss. You feel your heartbeat quicken, but you’re not satisfied with only this much.

“Were you lonely while I was away?” he asks, cupping your face with one of his hands and you nod.

“I missed you… a lot,” you mumble, and then you let him kiss you again, this time with more fervour. “Been thinking about you all day…” you whisper into the kiss.

“Tell me more about that,” he says, and he caresses your cheek with his thumb. All of his attention is on you now, and suddenly he seems wide awake.

“Like… about kissing you…” you begin to recite the fantasies that have been wreaking havoc in your mind all day. “And about your hands all over me…”

“Like this?” he asks while letting his hand glide from your face to your chest and stomach, until he rests it on your hip to give you a gentle squeeze there.

“More,” you answer, and when he silences you with another kiss, his hand wanders to your ass. You moan at his touch, and next thing you know he pulls you into his lap so you have one of his legs between yours, his fingertips slipping past your skirt and he rests his hand underneath the fabric, merely drawing teasing circles on the inside of your thigh with his thumb.

“Since when do you wear skirts around the house anyway?” he asks as if he didn’t know what your answer would be.

“I thought… it’d be faster like this…” you explain, and Yunho smirks at you.

“Then you’re probably not wearing underwear either,” he guesses, and you feel yourself blush a bit at his correct assumption. He brings you in for another kiss, and when you part, he adds, “So naughty. I like that.” After an encouraging squeeze of your thigh, you roll your hips against his leg, whimpering at the friction of your dripping pussy against the fabric of his pants. He gives you an approving nod and grabs your wrists to put your arms around his shoulders. Holding onto him, you grind down on his thigh, your mind clouded by the overwhelming gratification of finally feeling him where you’ve been wanting him most all day. You whine his name and eventually shut your eyes tightly, until you hear him groan and you look at him when his hands cup your face and he leaves another peck on your mouth.

“Are you just gonna cum like that?” he teases you. “Or do you want me to help you with that?” You nod eagerly.

“Please help me,” you hastily reply. Yunho connects his lips to yours in a slow kiss, and you moan in surprise when you suddenly feel his fingers come in contact with your core. Painfully slowly he dips inside you and pulls out again, only to repeat the procedure while watching your every reaction closely. You tell yourself to stay put and to wait for him to give you more, but your patience eventually runs out and you whine.

“Faster, please,” you mewl, and you feel yourself starting to tremble from the excitement and the suspense. “And deeper,” you add, blushing more. He grins at your words, and when you feel him pushing his fingers deep inside you at once, you moan and throw your head back. Curling them against your walls, he presses his thumb against your clit too, and as he drags his lips up your neck he says,

“Get yourself off on me. I wanna feel you cum around my fingers.” You give him an approving whine, and you immediately start rutting your hips into his hand. 

“Feels so good,” you whine, slurring your words a bit, and you repeat them over and over again while all you’re really focused on is chasing your high.

“So needy for me,” he whispers and all you can do is agree with him.

“Need you so bad,” you answer. Your hands are clawing at his shoulders, fingers pressed against his shirt. You think you’re about to go crazy when you feel his teeth grazing the skin on your throat, and you desperately spread your legs as much as you can to allow his fingers to sink deeper into you. And then your orgasm finally hits you, and you fall forward, burying your face in his neck as a string of moans leaves your lips.

“Better now?” Yunho asks as he pulls out of you and instead places his hands on your sides to support you. You nod, feeling a bit spent, but when you meet his gaze you know you’re not done here. “Now I want something in return,” he states, and you feel yourself getting excited again.

“I’ll give you anything,” you answer, and with one more passionate kiss he picks you up off his lap and carries you to the dinner table. He sets you down with your feet on the floor in front of it, and you feel its edge against your ass when he pushes you towards it, his lips meeting yours again.

“Then how about we make use of your… well thought out preparations?” His hand wanders underneath your skirt again, but this time he isn’t so slow with his movements. Instead, he grabs your bare ass, and when he runs his nails back down your leg, he orders, “Turn around for me.” You do as you’re told, and blood rushes to your head as you understand what he’s planning to do. “Bend over, beautiful.” Again, you don’t hesitate to comply with him, and as your chest and belly come in contact with the tabletop, the skirt is lifted up so that it barely still covers half of your behind. You hear rustling as your boyfriend unzips his pants and pulls them off him just enough so he can free his hard cock, and he gives himself a few strokes.

“Spread your legs a bit, beautiful… yes, like that. Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you senseless like this.” You would’ve wanted to tell him to just hurry up, but instead you wait for him to make a move in anticipation. And then, when you finally feel his tip against your dripping pussy, you shudder. The sensation of him smoothly gliding along your folds makes you whine, but no matter how good it feels, it’s not enough.

“Yunho, please…” you whimper.

“Hmm?”

“Want you inside me…” An uncontrolled moan falls from your lips as you feel him smack your bare ass in response, and the spot where his hand has hit your skin immediately heats up.

“You’re so fucking hot when you beg for me,” he growls lowly. “Do that again and I might give you what you want.”

“I want your cock… please, babe,” you plead. “Want you to fuck me so bad…” You feel his hands land on your hips, and you perk them up for him a bit.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, and before you’re done processing his words, he’s already pushing into you. The pleasure of being filled up so good makes your head spin, and when he finally starts slamming his hips into you from behind, you claw at the wooden tabletop. You don’t manage to produce any sounds other than moans and curses, but it doesn’t matter. All you can think about is the position you’re in, and the lewd noises the two of you are making as Yunho thrusts his cock into you at a steadily quickening pace.

“You feel so good, beautiful,” you hear him praise you from behind, his voice strained, telling you that he’s getting closer to his orgasm. 

“Cum inside me, please,” you manage to get the words out, and as if that almost sent him over the edge, he lets out a groan.

“Fuck, yes, I will. I’m almost there.” The hold he has on your hips is tight, to the point the way he digs his fingernails into you almost hurts, but that pain added to the overwhelming pleasure just makes everything better. You too can feel your next high approaching at light speed, and you attempt to wiggle yet a little closer to your boyfriend’s hips. And then he finally hits that sweet spot inside you, and you find yourself begging some more.

“Like that… please don’t stop… fuck, Yunho…!” You feel another high shaking your body, and as you clench around his length he too releases inside you. Panting, he eventually pulls out of you, and when you’ve somewhat come down from the pleasure, he reaches out for you to pull you into his arms. Your knees are still shaking, but he’s holding you tightly for support, and you lean your weight against his body.

“You’re amazing,” he whispers, and his breath tickles the skin on your face. “You should have dirty thoughts about me all day more often.”

“Nooo,” you whine. “The wait was horrible…”

“But it paid off, didn’t it?”

“Maybe, yeah…” you answer, and after a while of standing there in each other’s arms, your boyfriend finally pulls you to the bathroom so you two can clean yourselves up. 

[iannmin]

cervix kisses | j.yh 정윤호

tags+warnings: ice insertion, cervix kisses, size kink, huge!yunho x small!reader, breeding kink

synopsis: you’re feeling hot so yunho helps (in the wrong place)

a/n: yunho…oh my…

୨୧ ‘ masterlist ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

Yunho has you trapped into a mating press, pounding endlessly into your sopping cunt, filling the empty room with rhythmic skin slapping sounds. with every hit, your leg automatically shakes in response. “nghhh…s’hot…can’t” you weakly mumble, freshly done manicures digging deeper into his back. “hot? princess, you’re hot? gimme a minute” he immediately pulls out, leaving your pussy clenching on nothing. all you could do was give a small whine. he comes back almost immediately, with a few ice cubes in a cup. “this will make you feel better” just as you’re about to question what he’s doing, he uses his huge left hand to hold your legs open, his right hand swiftly grabbing a star-shaped ice cube and pushing it pass your folds. “nnggh!….ha…yunho….can’t” ohh gosh,,,,this is such a new feeling — feeling something icy and foreign trapped between your gummy walls. “mmm…I’m not done yet, princess” as if it wasn’t enough, he sets you back up into a mating press again, burrying his face into the crook of your neck, and slams his entire length back into your messy entrance. his dick pushes the ice cube further into your hole until it briefly touches your cervix. and that’s when you felt it. the icy kiss on your cervix. “yunho! s’muchhh! s’cold…ngghh” he lets out a low muffled moan against your neck. “but now you’re cooled down, hmmm?” and god,,, yunho continues his pounding ordeal until the ice melts just to push another one into your hole and do it all over again, pressing endless icy kisses to your cervix <3

[cybrsan]

Ahhh congrats on your 100!!! I love your prompt options, can you plz do yunho with 1, 14, 36

Thank you so much! Since you didn't specify what genre, I avoided writing smut just in case.

Prompts:  1. “Come over here and make me.” + 14. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” + 36. “You were put on this earth to give me a headache.”  Pairing: Roommate!Yunho x F!Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff Word Count: <1kTags/warnings: Alcohol usage, hidden feelings, somewhat controlling behavior

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

“Jeong Yunho, give me my phone back right now, or I am going to end you.”

“Come over here and make me,” he teases, letting the device hang haphazardly between his thumb and index finger as he dangles it over the sink that is currently filled with dirty dishes and soapy water. 

You lunge at him and he immediately reacts, holding the phone high over his head and out of your reach. He laughs at you as you try to grab it from him, knowing that your attempts are useless. Not only are you unsteady on your feet from the alcohol, but he has a good few inches on you already. After a few tries, you decide to stop and save the rest of your dignity while you still can.

With an exasperated groan, you take a seat at one of the kitchen barstools, resigning yourself to simply glaring at him until he gives it back or until he erupts into a fiery blaze. Whatever happens first.

“You’re an asshole,” you chide. “I swear, you were put on this earth to give me a headache.” 

He slides your phone into the small space between the cabinets and the ceiling, and you cringe, thinking of all the dust that’s probably up there. Maybe you’ll make him clean it as revenge. He sits next to you, and, petty as you are, you move down a stool so that there is space between you. 

“I’m an asshole for not letting you text your ex? I feel like that’s unfair.” 

You narrow your eyes at him. “I’m going to kick you out.”

“And pay the rent all on your own? Doubt it.”

“You know, you really need to stop hanging out with Wooyoung so much. His brattiness is rubbing off on you.”

Yunho laughs, throwing his head back. “He’s gonna love to hear that.” 

Your conversation tapers off, Yunho getting himself a snack from one of the cupboards while you play absentmindedly with your half-drunk glass of rum and coke. The silence starts to grate at your nerves and, steeling yourself, you down the rest of your drink and get up to put on your coat. 

Yunho eyes you suspiciously. “And where are you going?” 

“Hyunjin’s house. Since someone won’t let me text him.”

“Woah,” he gets up, moving toward you. “I really don’t think that’s a good idea. Look, I’ll give you your phone back, but just wait until you’re sober, okay?” 

“Nice try,” you huff, turning around to leave.

He grabs your wrist, his grip gentle but still firm enough to prevent you from moving. “Y/N, you aren’t thinking straight. He broke your heart, remember?” 

The reminder makes you bristle, and you choose to ignore it. “Yunho, you can’t stop me.”

“I think I can,” he says, moving to stand in front of the door. “Take off your coat.”

“What?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

You gape at him, shocked by his audacity. Yet, as much as you don’t want to listen to him, there is something about his aura that makes you hesitant to argue. So, for the second time tonight, you give in to him, harrumphing as you take off your coat and throw it directly at his face.

“Fine, you win. I’ll stay locked in the apartment forever, resorting to carrier pigeons and smoke signals as my only means of communicating with the outside world!”

You flop onto the couch dramatically, and Yunho rolls his eyes as he hangs your coat up for you. “You’ll thank me in the morning.”

“Doubt it.” Next thing you know, Yunho is in front of you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You screech, flailing in his grasp. “What the hell do you think you are doing?!”

“Putting you to bed.”

“Well, I’m flattered, but I’m really not into the whole super dominant thing.”

He ignores your snide comment, gently placing you into your bed and tucking you in so that the blanket forms a cacoon around you. You grumpily snuggle deeper into your mattress, and he chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“Am not.”

“Are too—even when you attempt to cause me bodily harm. Now get some rest.”

“Wait,” you say, stopping him from leaving. “Can I ask you something?”

He sits next to you and nods. “Yeah, go ahead.” 

“Why do you care so much? About me not reaching out to Hyunjin, I mean.”

“You really have to ask?” When you don’t answer, he continues, “He hurt you, Y/N. I watched, unable to do anything to help, as it took you weeks to get over him. I don’t want to see that happen again. I care about you too much to stand idly by this time.”

You light up a bit at his words. “Yeah? You really mean that?”

He smiles at you, eyes crinkling, and says, “Of course.” Then, leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for stealing your phone earlier. Maybe I was a little drunk, too. I’ll charge it for you.”

“It’s okay. Thank you, Yunho. For looking out for me.”

“Always. Sleep tight, okay?” 

He stands up and turns off your light, and it doesn’t take long for you to fall into a dreamless slumber. When you wake, your phone is at your bedside table, along with a glass of water, some aspirin, and a handwritten note.

Please don’t go back to him. Let me treat you better.

[starry-nights-garden]

✧ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader ✧ words: ~600 ✧ genre: comfort, some angst ✧ warnings: depiction of anxiety about the future ✧ prompt: “we’ll face this together” kisses

Your feet are drawing circles in the sand of the playground that you often used to come to when you were still a kid. Sitting on the swing and swaying back and forth slowly calmed you down at first, and you thought the distance to the big, buzzing city would bring you some peace of mind, but now that you’ve been sitting here for a while, the anxiety is coming right back to you. You’re overwhelmed by your responsibilities and by what the future may bring, and so you’ve been feeling paralyzed, unable to do the things you have to or want to.

“Y/N,” your boyfriend calling out to you tears you out of your thoughts. You look up to where he’s sitting, on the swing right next to you, and you see Yunho’s gentle smile as he holds out his hand to you. You hesitate, feeling another rush of anxiety coursing through your body, like the thunder that undoubtedly follows the flashing of lightning on a grey sky, but eventually you take it. Sensing the warmth of his skin against yours, your palm wrapped into his big hand that seems so reliable whenever you need someone to lean on, some of the tension leaves your shoulders. “I thought you said you called me all the way out here to talk to me, but you’re not saying a word.” His comment is spoken with a smile, words feeling light as if the wind could carry them away anytime. Still you know that their only destination is you.

“Sorry…” you mumble as you lower your head. “I… don’t know what to say. It’s the same as always anyways…”

“You don’t feel like talking about it will help?” Yunho pries, and after giving it some thought, you shake your head. A gentle breeze plays with the tips of your hair, and despite it being rather warm outside, a shudder runs down your spine. You press your knees together tightly. You can’t bring yourself to look at your boyfriend. Your hand slips out of his hold as he gets up to walk around you, and he stops when he stands right in front of you.

“Then what can I do to help you?” he crouches down as he speaks those words, and you feel simultaneously touched and clueless. Again, you shake your head.

“I don’t know… take it all away?” you suggest jokingly - you’re aware he can’t actually free you of the things that scare you most. Just then, he reaches out to capture your chin between his thumb and index finger, and he lifts your head so you look at him. Yunho leans in, the caring smile remaining on his lips until they come in contact with yours and your eyelids flutter shut. His touch is feathery light, and he’s careful when he brushes his lips against yours, still somehow the emotions he makes you feel replace some of the fear in your heart, even though it’s just for a moment.

“I’ll try my best,” he eventually whispers once he breaks the kiss, and you can still feel his warm breath against the skin on your face. “I will take away as much as I can. I’ll help you get through this.” You feel tears welling up in your eyes as he makes that promise, but before you can start crying you feel his lips against yours again, and you return the kiss, hoping it can serve as a way to convey to him just how thankful you are that he’s by your side.