#yunho fics

[snghw4]

nsfw under cut! mdni

thinking about jealous yunho🙏

i think he's most likely among the eight to get jealous really easily when he sees you talking to a guy or laughing at their jokes

sometimes you'd do it on purpose but he doesn't have to know that

you know that when he gets jealous, you're about to get the best wrecking of your life

and he doesn't even hide it

he loves reminding you who you belong to, even going to the extent of mocking you when he hears you whimper and cry out his name

"now you want me, huh?"

he loves restraining you and watching you squirm when he touches you everywhere except where you want him the most

and especially when he leaves really dark marks on you(r neck) so that everyone can see it

his favorite part is when you clench around his cock that only makes him want to go harder, and the only thing coming out of your mouth are pathetic screams and whimpers of only his name

"look at you baby" he grunts, "so pathetic for my cock, hm?"

"yunho, please" you manage to whimper, "wanna cum"

"do you now?" he replies snarkily, his fingers pinching at your nipples, "tell me how bad you wanna cum around my cock, and maybe i'll fill your pretty pussy up, hm?"

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

ATEEZ Relationship Stages | Jeong Yunho

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader (you)

Synopsis: When you first meet, First kiss, First date, First kiss, First 'I love you.', Getting engaged, Wedding, Children.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,793

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Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

WHEN YOU FIRST MET:

As you leave the park, your 12-week-old puppy, Da-Som, decided she has other plans. She manages to get herself out of your grasp and makes a beeline towards the idol group that’s taking a break from filming in the park. Thanks to your little sister, you figured out why they looked familiar and made a mental note to tell her about it. Not that she would believe you and would accuse you of making fun of her. 

“Da-Som!” you call after her as you chase after her, cheeks red with embarrassment. 

One of the taller men, heard you shouting for the puppy and crouched down as the puppy ran straight to him. The puppy excitedly shakes her tale as the tall man gives her pets and scratches. 

“I am so sorry!” you quickly apologise as you reach them, cheeks still red and slightly out of breath. “I don’t know how she managed to get herself off her leash.” 

“It’s okay,” the man assures her as he picks up the puppy, with a smile. “she’s cute.” 

“She is when she’s not being a menace,” you say with a laugh. You thank him as he hands the puppy back to you.  

“What’s her name?” he asks scratching Da-Som's head. 

“Da-Som,” you reply. You’d gone through many names for the puppy before deciding on the one that means love because that’s what you felt when you first laid eyes on her. You’d fallen head over heels for the young puppy. 

“Love,” He smiles. “And her eomma’s name?” he asks causing your cheeks to redden for a a whole new reason now. 

“Y/N,” you shyly tell him. “Any yours?” you ask. Just because you know who the group is, doesn’t mean you knew who they were individually 

He smiles, “Yunho.” 

FIRST DATE:

Three months after you first met, you had your first date.  

After meeting in the park, it had taken Yunho, with Wooyoung and Seonghwa's help, a week to find you. He'd scoured all the social media platforms to find that you had an Instagram that looked like you didn't post often on. If it was for the photo of you and your new puppy that you posted when she was 6 weeks old, he wouldn't have known it was you. Taking a chance, he DMed you. Doubt crept in when you hadn't replied in three days. But that doubt was soon replaced with excitement when you replied to him on the fourth day. They quickly swapped numbers once he convinced you that he was really who he said he was. From that day on you didn't go a day without talking in some way.  

You first date wasn't anything extravagant. You'd both been busy with work. Him with his up-and-coming comeback and you with your own work so when you had a free weekend, you asked if he was free and would like to go with you and Da-Som to the park. Fortunately, he was free that weekend and agreed to meet you there at 10am. 

By the time you'd gotten to the park on that Saturday morning, he was already there waiting for you with a small bouquet of flowers and two bags filled with food for him and you and treats and toys for Da-Som. He greeted you with a hug. 

For the next few hours, you played with Da-Som, ate food and talked, getting to know each other even more as you talked about stuff that was better said in person.  

As you go to part ways, Yunho asked if you would class this time together as a first date. He also expressed how much he enjoyed spending time with you and how he felt a strong connection between the two of you. You feel the same way and realize that this could be the start of something special. You agreed that it was your first date, and it was the best first date you’ve ever been on. 

FIRST KISS:

Your first kiss happened on his birthday. Five weeks ago, after a handful of dates, he asked you to be his partner. Both of you had been so nervous about it. You'd been questioning if he was ever going to kiss you. He was questioning how and when to do it. He was also worried he would somehow screw it up, causing you to bump heads or fumble it some other way. He wanted your first kiss to be perfect. 

When your first kiss finally happened, it was beyond perfect. You'd been walking along the river, after having dinner with his family and the rest of the guys. Yunho wanted to spend a sometime with you, just the two of you. He'd been the one to suggest a walk along the river. 

After fifteen minutes of walking and talking about anything and everything, you stopped at a little seating area but didn't sit down. You stood side by side with no space between you. 

"Thank you for coming to my birthday celebration," he smiles, looking down at you. 

You look at him, returning his smile. "Thank you for inviting me. I wouldn't have missed it."  

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. It's something you've gotten use to since you started dating. 

"You missed," you tell him. 

He continues to smile as he presses a kiss to your cheek. 

"Missed again," you say hoping he would get the hint that you want him to kiss you somewhere else. 

His chuckle carries a hint of nervousness as he gazes into your eyes and then glances at your lips. After a moment of hesitation, he leans in closer.  

Finally, his lips gently touch yours in a soft kiss.  

In that moment, it feels like time stands still, and any apprehension you both had melts away. It surpasses all your expectations and leaves you wanting more.  

As you part, both of you wearing matching smiles, you can't help but acknowledge that this first kiss was beyond perfect. 

FIRST 'I LOVE YOU':

Yunho had been the first to say 'I love you'. 

He surprised himself and you when he had said it after you and him had won a game of the video game you were playing with him, Jongho and Wooyoung. It wasn't exactly how he had envisioned expressing his feelings for you.  

He had grand plans for a romantic gesture and had even started preparing for. Mingi lent a helping hand by showing him how to cook your favourite meal. He had told the guys not to make any plans with him over the weekend and had a special necklace with both of your initials hidden in his dresser drawer. 

However, when those words slipped so casually after the win, a mix of shock and disappointment filled him. It seemed like such an ordinary way to say 'I love you', considering the effort he had put into planning something that would be meaningful. 

The disappointment soon disappeared when you kissed him and told him you love him too. The smile large smile he wore after you said it back, couldn't be wiped from his face, even when you lost the next three games. 

GETTING ENGAGED:

Yunho decided to make his proposal extra special by involving Da-Som, the reason the two of you met.  

As you enjoy a lovely day at the park, having a picnic, Yunho plays a game of fetch with Da-Som. Suddenly, your two-year-old golden retriever daughter excitedly bounds towards you. While petting her, you're surprised to find a beautifully intricately designed ring attached to her collar. You let out a gasp as you untie the ring and hold it in your hand. In that magical moment, Yunho kneels down in front of you, and takes the ring from your fingers. 

"Will you marry me?" Yunho's voice is filled with love and anticipation as he looks into your eyes, his heart racing with nervous excitement.  

 Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you become overwhelmed with emotion. You nod your head vigorously, unable to speak the word yes.

Yunho's face breaks into a wide grin as he slips the ring onto your finger, sealing your love and commitment to each other. The park around you seems to fade away as he pulls you in for a kiss and hugs you tight.

Da-Som, not wanting to be left out, wiggles her way in between the two of you to join in the celebration. 

WEDDING:

Your and Yunho’s wedding followed more of a modern Korean wedding. You were dressed in a beautiful ivory dress that had been crafted by your seamstress mother. Yunho wore a black suit with a blue tie that matched the blue roses in your rose and baby's breath bouquet. The venue was decorated with traditional Korean decorations, adding a touch of cultural flair to the modern setting.  

The ceremony was conducted with some traditional Korean wedding customs incorporated throughout. Guests were treated to delicious Korean food catered by yours and Yunho's favourite restaurant. The wedding cake was a stunning creation, adorned with intricate designs and topped with a pair of lovebirds. 

 As the night went on, guests enjoyed all kinds of music catered to all age groups. Photos were taken and Yunho and the rest of ATEEZ even preformed a song or two. 

 Overall, your wedding with Yunho was a beautiful blend of modern elegance and traditional Korean customs, creating a truly unforgettable celebration of love. 

Your honeymoon was just as beautiful as your wedding.

CHILDREN:

Your first son came two years after you got married. You and Yunho had made the decision to wait a couple years before having your first child. You’d had a couple pregnancy scares in between your wedding and when you got pregnant with Ye-Jun. He was born early hours of a Saturday morning, with no complications. He weighed a little over 7lbs. He came a week before his due date.  

Yunho is an amazing father and took his role very seriously. He dotted on his little boy every hour of every day, even when he wasn’t physically with him. Every time he went away, he came back with more than one bag filled with gifts and promises that one day he would take Ye-Jun to all the places in the world he’s been too.  

When your little girl arrived 18 months later, Yunho’s protective mode, went even higher. He dotted on her just as much as he did with Ye-Jun. He made all the same promises to Hyun-Ae that he did Ye-Jun. As she got older, Yunho made sure she knew her worth and what she deserves.  

Da-Som also loved her younger siblings and protected them until her death 10 years after Ye-Jun was born. 

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[daebakinc]

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Finale

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 3.7K

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you’ve visited until a secret party reveals it’s anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

~Admin V

           It was the night of the Senior Showcase and Art Exhibition.

           Unsurprisingly, you’d been asked to come and cater for the exhibition. Still needing money, of course, you’d accepted. Plus, it would give you the chance to see Hyunjin in his other element. Not to mention, if President Park was there, it was an opportunity to have your presence as a “fuck you” to him.

           Gods how you really wanted to say it to him though. He defeated you in a battle you didn’t even know you were fighting, and you hated how it made you feel. You weren’t yourself after leaving the school.

           Seonghwa and Christopher were still very supportive of Yunho, and though he could no longer teach, they still welcomed him to come at night to help with the showcase.

           You hadn’t seen Hyunjin since leaving and had barely spoke to him or Yeji for that matter.

           Your setup with Yunho being a visiting artist and you catering had always given you a lot of downtime, but after everything that happened, and everything happening so quickly, you felt lost and unsure what to do with yourself. You’d gotten used to being in a dance studio with Hyunjin or his art studio. Or in the cottage with both him and Yunho. Or even just sitting in Yeji’s room having girl talk and eating.

           But all you had for the last couple of days was the wall of the cheap motel room to stare at. And questions. There were so many questions plaguing you that you didn’t want to bother anyone else with.

           At first it was concern for Yunho and how all of this would affect him and teaching at other schools. But with Park’s reputation, and Yunho still being in good with the dance department, you knew he’d be fine. Even with the current situation sucking as it did, he was holding it together pretty well.

           The next questions were of Changbin. Did he really sell you all out? The first night you’d met him he talked about how much he hated Jin Young Park, so how could he choose that asshole over you all? Had the situation between him and Hyunjin really been that bad? Had you really hurt him more than you’d known by taking his place? Was he actually the culprit? Or were there other jealous dancers who had beef with Hyunjin?

           Then you thought of Yeji. Did she still have feelings for Changbin, or had this ruined it all? Would she still confess to him? Would she just take Hyunjin’s side and add more fuel to that already blazing fire?

           And finally, there were endless questions about Hyunjin. Where did your relationship with him stand? If he got into the dance company as he had planned, would you and Yunho follow him and work nearby to him? What if he didn’t get into the company? He knew your plans of wanting to own a studio; would he want to be part of that?

           As Yunho pulled in behind to the back of the dining hall to drop you off before going to the showcase, you were glad you had catering to finally get your mind off of all these things.

           The school’s museum where the exhibition was, was behind the school’s sports fields and buildings, so you’d need to take catering vans to the event. Because the dance showcase was the same night, you knew you wouldn’t be working with Felix or Changbin. You guessed that was a small mercy, but you still felt a little sad. It had always been fun working with them, and again, you’d been in a weird mental state since everything went down.

           The head caterer gave you a black shirt and yellow tie like the first night of catering. Because the event was in the museum, only hors d'oeuvres and light-colored drinks would be served.

           Sitting in the van, you and other staffers made sure the warmers, racks of glassware, and plates didn’t bounce around too much.

           Other than the museum staff, you all were the only ones in the building. Tall round tables were set up in corners to hold plates, napkins, and glasses prefilled with drinks. In the middle of wider open spaces were longer tables with the hors d'oeuvres set up. The museum staff thought it might be better, so there were no accidents of staff bumping into anyone or accidently ruining the art by accidently spilling trays.

           Once everything was setup, there was still some time before artists and then guests would arrive. You took the time to look at all of the work. It wasn’t just paintings, but there were also sculptures, drawings, stained glass pieces, and even some creative string creations.

           Immediately you knew when you were in Hyunjin’s section. You recognized his stilllifes and portraits. But Dirty really was a focal point. The size was so much bigger than his others, and then of course all the colors on it. Hyun wasn’t the only one to have nudes included in his art collection, but you wondered if Park would get fussy about it. Gods how you would love it if you or Hyunjin told him how it was the three of your bodies on the canvas, but knowing what an asshole he was and your luck with him thus far, he’d probably make Hyunjin pull the piece.

           The head caterer assigned everyone their spots for the night. You were to be in a corner with drinks. Unfortunately, it was a corner out of sight of Hyunjin’s pieces, so you wouldn’t even get to see him much unless he wandered over to you. You tried to put on your best catering smile, but your heart really wasn’t into it.

           The artists started to come in and stand by their work. You didn’t see Hyunjin and he didn’t come over towards your area. It was difficult not to feel more disappointed.

           Before long, other guests started to come in and fill up the museum. When they came to you, you offered them water, apple juice, or white wine.

           President Park did come in, but he didn’t seem to notice you, thankfully. As much as you’d love to tell him off, you knew you couldn’t at a work event, and seeing him with a smug smirk would make you want to punch him.

           You weren’t trying to glare at him, but he was standing right in your line of vision.

           “They put you in a corner, huh.”

           Caught off guard, you looked up to see Changbin, in a catering uniform.

           Before you could ask what he was doing there, or any other questions, he continued.

           “I know I’m an asshole for what I did to you, Yunho, and Hyunjin.”

           Your mouth fell open as you weren’t expecting to hear that.

           “When I’m wrong, I say I’m wrong. I didn’t understand the situation and I was being a jealous toolbag.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry.”

           You were taken aback. You really weren’t expecting him to say that. After blinking a few times to bring yourself back to the current moment, you looked him in the eye. “I’m sorry, too. I never meant to take your place . . .” There was more you had to say, but Changbin held his hand up.

           “You don’t need to be sorry. I wasn’t the right choice for the routine, and I didn’t understand the situation between the three of you. I do now, and I take responsibility for my actions.”

           It was hard not to smile. “But I had some responsibility in it as well. Please, I do owe you an apology, and it’s long overdue.”

           He matched your grin. “Okay. Apology accepted.” He turned to look behind him then back to you. “Felix can only distract JYP for so long, so you need to hurry and get out of here.”

           Looking past him, you saw Felix talking to President Park. “What?”

           He grinned wider. “Don’t you have a Senior Showcase to perform in?”

           You finally understood. That’s why Changbin was in a catering uniform. He was going to take over for you.

           “I already spoke to the head caterer; you’re good to go.”

           Tilting your head, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to hug him.

           “I know, I know. I’m awesome, you’re thankful. Now get out of here before he sees you.”

           Quickly, you reached your arms around his neck for a hug and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Changbin.”

           “Go,” he ordered.

           Looking at Felix, he glanced at you from the side, then turned himself so Park would also turn and face away from you, so you could make your escape.

           Once outside, you were once again surprised to see Yeji waiting for you in a golf cart. You didn’t have a chance to say anything as she reached in the seat next to her then handed you a white dress.

           “Wooyoung said from the measurements he took of you last time, this should fit. He also said you could wear a bra with it.”

           So much was happening so quickly, you weren’t sure what to do but stare at the dress.

           “There are public bathrooms there,” she pointed. “But hurry up, we gotta go.”

           “Right,” you nodded and went towards where she pointed.

           You were caught off guard. Knowing Yeji told you to hurry, you put on the dress quickly then returned to the golf cart.

           As soon as you were in the seat beside her, Yeji turned toward you with a wicked smirk. “Alright, hold on,” and her foot hit the gas, hard.

           Squeaking, you grabbed onto the side frame of the cart. “What exactly is happening?”

           “We’re going to the Senior Showcase.”

           “Yeah, got that.”

           “And you’re dancing.”

           Motioning to the dress you looked back to her. “Also got that. Does Hyunjin know about it. Or Yunho?”

           “Yeah, it was Yunho’s idea.”

           “What?” Yunho’s idea? That man couldn’t hold a secret to keep his life. Y’all could never properly celebrate holidays or birthdays because he was always too excited when he bought your gifts.

           “Trust me,” Yeji kept her eyes on the path from the museum to the main buildings. “He complained the entire time about not being able to tell you.”

           “And Hyunjin knows?”

           “Yes.”

           Huh. Maybe they were afraid of your sharp tongue not holding when seeing President Park tonight? Or maybe it would have been suspicious had you not taken the catering gig.

           “It’s my fault.”

           You stared at Yeji.

           “I really flipped out on Changbin. Told him he was dense for not seeing that the three of you were actually having a relationship and even denser for not realizing I had feelings for him. That woke him up a bit and we had a long conversation about me and him and Hyunjin.

           “Last night he apologized to Hyunjin as well as Yunho since Yun was still hanging in the auditorium to help out. Bin wanted to apologize to you and commented he wished he could undo it all so y’all could still perform in the showcase, and now here we are.”

           Well that was surprising.

           Yeji glanced at you and saw the shock in your face. “Yeah. He has his moments when he’s not being a dumbass.”

           “Why are we rushing there though? I thought both events were happening the same time?”

           “Nah. The showcase started over an hour ago. That idiot Park just scheduled them for the same night.”

           You didn’t even realize. And catering had taken up a good portion of your night.

           She pulled up to the building where the auditorium was. “Go ahead.”

           “Where do I go?”

           “Just into the auditorium.”

           As soon as you got out of the golf cart, Yeji sped away.

           Now you were nervous. Were you late? Were you going to perform right away?

           The auditorium doors were closed. Slowly and as quietly as possible, you opened the double doors closest to you.

           Yunho and Hyunjin were both on stage, Hyun talking into a mic. “ . . . my senior year, I worked hard to earn my spot to dance here tonight, but somebody told me not to. But I’m gonna do my kind of dancing with two great partners. They’re not only terrific dancers, but people who taught me that there are those willing to stand up for other people, no matter what the cost. People who taught me about the kind of person I want to be.” He gestured to Yunho. “Yunho Jeong,” and somehow, he saw you enter the room and motioned his hand to you, then said your name. A spotlight then beamed onto you.

           A crowd of dance students you recognized came to you and led you to the stage. As you walked up the steps, Hyunjin walked to the side, giving Hongjoong his music selection.

           You were scared to look out at the audience. You’d never had this many people watch you dance before. With your nerves, you only now noticed that two poles were brought out to the stage. Were you going to pole dance with them? You weren’t that good. You’d lost where Yunho went.

           The music started, a song you didn't recognize, and you looked back to Hyunjin. There was nothing but confidence as he walked in your direction. He climbed onto the pole into the Cupid and offered his hand to you.

           Taking it, you sat on his thigh, and knowing you were safe, you didn’t hold onto the pole but onto him. “I’ve missed you.”

           “I’ve missed you, too,” he lifted his leg and the two of you began spinning, eliciting cheers from the audience.

           You couldn’t help but look at him with worry. “What if Park finds out about this?”

           Again, his confidence shone as he smiled. “What’s the worst he can do to me at this point? I’m graduating. At most he’d say I can’t walk at graduation. He can’t take my diploma from me.” He stopped you both from spinning and you felt a poke at your shoulder.

           Yunho was hoisted in a different position on the neighboring pole, offering you his hand to take you from Hyunjin. Hyun helped to pass you over, and you were in a different placement than the Cupid, instead facing Yunho with your thighs resting on his, causing new shouts of enjoyment from the onlookers.

           “Why didn’t you tell me about any of this.”

           He smiled, his arms flexed as he held the two of you on the pole. “It was a very last minute plan.”

           You raised your eyebrow.

           “Baby, you know it killed me keeping this a secret from you, especially because you’ve looked so bummed the last few days.”

           That made you smile. “Yes, I did hear from Yeji there was quite a bit of whining from you.”

           He grinned and kissed your nose. He put his foot down so you once again stopped spinning, and Hyunjin’s arms reached out for you. He was on the floor now and helped you from Yunho’s embrace.

           When you were on the ground he spun you into him. With you facing him he did a long, sensual dance-dip. The crowd ate it up, whistling and cheering more. Hyunjin then turned you around so your back was against him as he lifted your arm around his neck.

           He was starting the dance routine. This wasn’t the music you’d danced to it before, but you trusted him as he taught you how to feel the music.

           When his hand lowered against your arm, you weren’t surprised by any movements and were able to keep up with the routine. Well, that was until he over spun you and suddenly you were in Yunho’s arms.

           You were a little lost in where the dance movements were, but Yunho’s wide smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile and follow along to his lead. He did a few unplanned spins and even lifted you while turning which made you laugh. When you knew where you were in the dance, you were once again swapped into Hyunjin’s hold.

           It was getting to the part when he was going to do the deep dip. You were nervous, especially since you’d chickened out at the actual audition, but the conviction in Hyunjin’s eyes filled you with trust and ease.

           He looked at you to confirm you were ready and comfortable for it, and when you nodded he grinned then dropped you, just like you’d practiced dozens of times. It was perfect and exactly how you should’ve done it for the audition.

           More loud praise came from the crowd.

           The song wasn’t finished when Hyunjin lifted you back up. He and Yunho each held one of your hands while looking at you, then glanced at each other with a grin. Suddenly, they let go of you and both jumped off the stage down either side of the aisle. Halfway down the aisle, the two of them turned back to look at you.

           Not really sure what to do with yourself, you swayed to the music, which is when Yeji and Felix joined you on the stage. You couldn’t contain yourself seeing him and hugged Felix. “Thank you for helping with the escape plan.”

           “It’s not all I helped with.”

           You gave him a curious look, but before you could ask further, your focus was back on Hyunjin and Yunho who were now at the back of the auditorium. The boys walked forward, dancing in unison. They each had a group of dancers following behind them doing the same movements. You recognized the original dance Hyunjin had done with Yeji.

           As they approached the stage, dancers helped Hyunjin and Yunho back up. They each greeted Yeji and Felix. Words were exchanged between Felix and Hyunjin but you couldn’t make them out.

           The song was ending, and the boys quickly pulled you to the side and something emerged down from the ceiling. It was Hyunjin’s art piece, Dirty. Felix stole it from the museum!

           You held each of their hands while Yunho pulled you back center stage in front of the piece, which is when the song ended. He and Hyunjin lifted your hands in the air and then pulled them down so the three of you would bow, causing the audience to cheer in an uproar.

           Lifting back up you saw everyone one their feet as they clapped and applauded. The music changed to a party song, which caused more people to join on the stage and the crowd to remain on their feet to dance as well.

           You looked at each of your men. “Did this really just happen?”

           Yunho smiled and nodded. Hyunjin just kept a grin.

           Staring at his painting, you looked back to him. “Why’d you steal Dirty from the museum?”

           “We weren’t allowed to dance because we were deemed dirty, so it seemed fitting.”

           “Dirty dancing,” Yunho beamed.

           You couldn’t help but smile at both of them. “Dirty Dancing; sounds like a good name for a studio.”

           Both grinned with you, and the three of you danced with each other to the music.

One Year Later

           Yunho, Hyunjin, Yeji, and you stood outside as you waited for the unveiling of the sign. The construction crew removed the tarp and the electrician turned it on; Dirty Dancing and Art Studios.

           As luck would have it, both Yeji and Hyunjin had made it into the dance company, and both turned it down. They decided they wanted to put their dance efforts into a studio the helped and inspired others.

           Though he wasn't present for it, several of Hyunjin's art pieces sold at the Art Exhibition and put his name out into the art community. With Hyunjin joining the efforts, it gave you and Yunho an extra income, so you were able to afford a 3-story place. The first floor was for dance, the second for art, and the third was your living space.

           Yeji’s parents helped her with a nearby apartment, so she was close by and could be an instructor at the studio now that her ankle has healed. She was still dating Changbin, and when he graduated at the end of the year, he agreed to help run the place after a while so you, Yunho, and Hyunjin could serve in the peace corps for a bit.

           “Shall we?” Yunho asked.

           The four of you walked into the building. The entrance led to a reception desk with cubbies and lockers for dance students behind it. The rest of the space was the dance studio. One wall was fully mirrored with ballet bars across it. One corner had poles that were moveable so Yeji could instruct her pole dancing classes. Where there was empty wall space, Hyunjin had painted one of you, including Felix and Changbin, then pressed you into the wall in a famous dance position.

           The second floor was the art studio. Hyunjin’s pieces were displayed on the walls, with Dirty being in the center. In the room were several easels, work tables, and even a potter’s wheel. There were several cabinets, just like at his campus studio, filled with paints, clay, and other supplies. And finally, two sinks so the artists could clean their tools.

           “Everything looks great,” Yeji commented.

           “It turned out better than expected,” Yunho agreed.

           You, Yunho, and Hyunjin had been living on the third floor for a few months already while setting up the studios, so it was already comfortable, but now everything was complete.

           The four of you headed back down to the dance studio.

           “We’ll be ready to open next week,” you commented. “I’ve put ads in the local papers about allowing all ages and income brackets. I printed flyers yesterday and figured we could go around with them today.”

           “Good plan, baby.” Yunho kissed the top of your head.

           “But,” Hyunjin had a cheeky smile. “I think we need to christen the place first.”

           Yeji and Yunho smiled in response, but you had your eyebrow raised. “And what does that entail?”

           He grinned wider, and with a remote turned on the stereo, playing Cupid Shuffle.

           You couldn’t help but shake your head. “You want to christen the studio with a line dance?”

           “Not just any line dance,” Hyunjin moved to the music. “It was our first line dance.”

           “It’s not exactly the dirty dancing our sign suggests we do here.”

           “Oh,” Yunho smirked. “I’m sure we can make it dirty.”

           You shook your head but smiled with them. Standing in a line with the three of them, you looked to them all. “Alright, let’s go!”

The End

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❃ teacher's pet

-> being a fan of Jane Austen's novels, you should have guessed that your attraction for complicated love stories would put you in trouble at some point. but you wouldn't have imagined that the trouble in question would be named Jeong Yunho - your favourite professor.

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[jongho-my-beloved]

The Divine Insignia: Invisible Threads

Word count: 900+

Prince Yunho x Tactician Reader

Warnings: War, major character death, angst, more to be added with updates...

Hi guys, here's a preview for a new fic I am going to be writing. It's going to be pretty plot heavy and multi-chaptered, so this is probably going to be a project I'll be working on for a while. If anyone is interested I'd be happy to start a tag list, just drop me an inbox to let me know. Anyways, I'm really excited to be starting this and I will also be working on other fics as well as school and work on top of this so please be patient with me! I hope you guys like it and look forward to the first part probably out soonish... Thanks for reading! -Moon

“Up there!” Yunho shouts, directing your attention away from the body of the enemy you just took out, over towards Mrithun just a few yards away. Even with most of his army taken down and now outnumbered, he looks confident as he prepares his next move atop the crumbling platform he stands intimidatingly at. 

“You fool! Die!” He roars as he takes out a few of your reinforcements easily with his dark magic crackling through the air.

“This is it! Our final battle!” Yunho declares as he joins you at your side panting with the exertion of his efforts. “You’re one of us, Y/N, and no ‘destiny’ can change that. Now let’s kill this dastard and be done with it!” He flashes a reassuring grin, the sweat dripping down his brow and off his chin leaving a trail through the grime of battle that had collected on his face.

Your ears are ringing with the sounds of battle and swords clashing just outside the fortress walls as your heart pumps quickly pushing the adrenaline through your veins. Something about this moment seems so surreal, is this really going to be the end of your efforts through this war? You’re snapped out of your trance as Yunho effortlessly takes down another enemy with his falchion. 

“Y/N, we have to get closer. Let’s move!” He commands, his voice motivating your hesitant legs to start up again. “Keep going, I’m right behind you!” He assured you as you approached Mrithun, clashing with another enemy reinforcement that tried to sneak up on you.

Mrithun cackles darkly, conserving his energy for his next spell as he watches your valiant efforts. “Why do you resist fate?” He taunts, his words hammering in your chest.

Another body falls, twitching with the crackle of electricity from the spell you cast upon them on your trek towards Mrithun. “Good, he’s almost within reach. Let’s move in and strike!” Yunho praises before taking action, dashing closer to the enemy.

You take a shaky breath taking a few strides closer before releasing Thunder upon Mrithun, just narrowly dodging his own crackle of magic heading your way. He winces as the blow just barely hits, the painful magic coursing through his veins as Yunho attempts to take a swing at him. “Gya ha ha! Fools! Struggle all you want! You can’t unwrite what is already written!” He boasts, but despite his words his frame is swaying with fragility from your magic. 

Your eyes lock with Yunho’s, sparking with the fire of justice coursing through him. You send out another attack, the fire igniting in your hands and singing Mrithun’s skin as it lands. Yunho takes the opportunity to stab at him again as you dash in, unsheathing your own sword to help land the final blow. Just like that, with a swish of a sword and the crackling of magic in the air, Mrithun has finally fallen. The essence of his soul slowly started to diminish from this plane of existence and the tension of battle is dissipating.

“This isn’t over…” Mrithun grits out, your instincts on high alert at the sound of his struggle. “Damn you both!” In an instant you are pushing Yunho away from the blast of magic Mrithun let out in his last efforts, taking the blow selflessly as his life finally fades from his eyes. 

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Yunho quickly regains his footing and comes to your side to support you as the magic courses through your veins. Your heart pounds and ears ring as you look up at Yunho, a relieved smile slowly stretching across his face. “That’s the end of him.”

You’re just able to make out his words through the loud ringing in your ears as the pain of the magic slowly makes its way through you. “Thanks to you we carried the day. We can rest easy now. At long last…” Yunho trails off as he notices you clenching your shaking fists as your head throbs excruciatingly. “...What’s wrong?” He asks, a look of concern etching over his features.

You didn’t know what was wrong. You’ve been able to body much more powerful attacks than Mrithun’s last effort in past battles, but it felt like every nerve in your body was in a battle for control. Your body strains against the magic taking hold of your every being, trying to resist the feeling of it crackling in your palms again. The worry etched in Yunho’s gaze makes your heart pound with fear. “Hey, hang on-” 

Just like before, it all happened in an instant. The world around you seems to grow deafeningly silent as you process agony that mixes with the loving concern on Yunho’s face. You both look down, taking in the sight of the bolt of lightning magic you speared through his abdomen. The bolt of magic flickers as your hands shake and eyes well up with tears before ebbing away. Your heart feels like it's going to explode, grief and guilt and confusion all ramming into you at once overwhelming your senses as hot tears stream down your face in an unstoppable waterfall. 

“This is not your… not your fault.” Yunho staggers weakly, his knees buckling as you try your best to support his frame. You shake your head wildly, your heart aching as you feel the dark magic finally subside. “Promise me… you’ll escape from this place…” Your sobs wrack through your body, processing Yunho’s last request amongst the clatter of battle just outside. 

“Please, go…”

[kitten4sannie]

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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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[iannmin]

too big | j.yh 정윤호

tags + warnings: 18+ mdni, huge!yunho x small!reader, size kink, breeding kink, short drabble

synopsis: yunho’s huge, everything about him is huge, and it’s all fun and games until -

a/n: really think yunho would do this tbh, making you feel small and helpless as you take him so well :((

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messy bangs and sweat dripping down his forehead, he attempted to breach your entrance. you gasped “s’big…nnnngh…too big” His red veiny tip was barely through your folds and you were already blabbering incoherently, nails digging into his back. as if it wasn’t enough, he grabbed your thighs and hooked it over his shoulder, setting you up in a mating press, trapping you in the sheets. now there’s no escape. “shhh..you can take this princess c’mon”. He pressed a gentle and light kiss on your forehead, “it’s gonna fit. I’ll make it fit.” he whispers, wrapping his left hand around your tiny waist, hands so huge that it covered the majority of your waistline. he put his right hand on your mouth, and in one snap, he sinks his entire length into your heat. you let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling backwards, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You swear you felt your walls tear from the stretch. “s-so mean..yunho meanie….nnnngh..hurts” he smiles innocently at your broken words “but I made it fit princess” he takes your left hand that was helplessly gripping the sheets, and placed it on top of your belly, and that’s when you felt it. a bulge in your stomach. his huge bulge. he lets out a groan of relief, burying his low moans against the crook of your neck. “m’gonna breed you so full, so so full.”

[yundeob]

A NIGHT IN HOLLYWOOD ☆ | ATEEZ SERIES

— featuring ot8!ateez in iconic HOLLYWOOD romance and rom-com movies

— TICKET BOOTH IS CLOSED! 🎟️ : the movies are about to start! all fics will have MATURE CONTENT! MDNI!

sit back, relax, grab your popcorn and tissues, and enjoy the silver screen . . .

THE PARENT TRAP ☆ | KHJ

TROPE: exes to lovers! divorced!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

AS DIVORCED PARENTS to two twin daughters, you and hongjoong have your fair share of work cut out. Driving to piano lessons, cheering at hockey games, drop offs at each other’s houses, it can all be a little much. But could a relaxing summer retreat as a whole family possibly rekindle past emotions you’ve swept under the rug? . . .

— IN THEATRES

DIRTY DANCING ☆ | PSH

TROPE: bad boy!seonghwa, enemies to lovers!au , 60s!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, angst, crack

THAT WAS THE SUMMER before JFK got shot, before the beatles came, and when you were working part time at your aunts summer resort. That was also the summer you met resident heart breaker and cocky entertainment crew member, Park Seonghwa. Remind yourself why you’re suddenly dance partners with him again? . . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

PRETTY WOMAN ☆ | JYH

TROPE: dilf!yunho x formerstripper!reader, strangers to lovers!au, contract lovers!au,

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

LIVING IN BEVERLY HILLS comes with its perks. But for two different people such as yourself and multimillionaire business tycoon, Jeong Yunho, both of you can’t seem to find what you’re looking for in the so called ‘Land of Dreams’. So the proposal is simple really… let him spoil you with money, jewelry and clothes while in return, you stay by his side. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

MR AND MRS KANG ☆ | KYS

TROPE: marriage!au, established relationship, spy!au, assasin!au

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST, crack

WHO WOULD’VE THOUGHT picture perfect suburban neighbourhood couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kang would be at each others necks trying to kill each other first. You’ve both come this far in your marriage while hiding your secret identities, but it looks like only one person can remain standing. I guess you both did promise “in sickness and in health”. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMAN HOLIDAY ☆ | CS

TROPE: royalty!au, princess!reader x reporter!san, strangers to lovers!

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst

AS CROWN PRINCESS, you’re on a tightly scheduled tour of European capital cities. But after an especially rough day in Rome, you sneak out of the embassy to explore the so called Eternal City, running into no other than celebrity news reporter, Choi San, looking out for his next big royal scandal. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU ☆ | SMG

TROPE: college!au, stoner!mingi, enemies to lovers!au, fakedating(?)au, y2k aesthetic

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

YOUR YOUNGER BROTHER Wooyoung is desperate in getting you, his older sister in college, to date so that he can finally date in highschool. The options for potential candidates are scarce, considering men flock away like birds the second you’re near. Good thing campus stoner and weirdo, Song Mingi is the same as well. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS ☆ | JWY

TROPE: fashioncolumnist!reader x advertiser!wooyoung, y2k aesthetic, fake dating(?)au, enemies to lovers!au, mutual pining

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, crack, slice of life

LISTEN, IF IT MEANS getting a promotion at your editorial company as a news journalist instead of pop culture and lifestyle columnist, you’d do anything. And that includes pretending to be the most annoying and clingiest girlfriend to some guy for 10 whole days. But just so you know, Wooyoung likes clingy. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

ROMEO & JULIET ☆ | CJH

TROPE: unrequited love, star crossed lovers!au, mutual pining, secret romance (shakespeare be rolling in his grave rn)

TAGS: nsfw, smut, fluff, ANGST

FOR CENTURIES, a plague of hatred and hostility has been present in the relations between the House of Choi and your own. You know you can’t be together, but yet why do you keep catching that dark haired boy staring at you so longingly? And why do you want him just as bad?. . .

— not yet in theatres . . .

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active recovery

<yunho x fem!reader>

sore thighs suck after leg day. thank god Yunho is there to offer his help to ease the soreness 🤍

genre/warnings: pwp, smut, contributing to the big cock!yunho agenda, leg day aftermath (soreness), it starts from an attempted massage and… yeah, size kink, unprotected sex, overstimulation, mating press position, breeding, fingering

a/n: haven’t written Yunho in a hot minute + my attempt of distracting myself from my leg soreness from leg day 😒

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You wake up and you feel like lightning struck your legs, especially your inner thighs. You groan, feeling the soreness shoot up your muscles every time you move.

And to think you didn’t do enough squats the previous day. Your legs tremble slightly too even though you try to minimise any movement to the best of your ability.

Your hand combs through your messy bed in search of your phone. You find it and immediately scroll to your chats, tapping on the first one with Yunho’s name on it. 

[you]: I’m tapping out on gym today. My legs are fuckin toast. 

[yuyu🐶]: sounds like a skill issue. 

[yuyu🐶]: I’m joking please don’t block me. 

[yuyu🐶]: I’m coming over with food and some help ok?

You manage to muster the strength to leave your bed to wash up at least, forcing yourself to get used to the electricity running through your legs. 

The doorbell rings shortly and despite the jerks your legs were giving you on the way there, you manage to reach to the door to invite Yunho in, who has his hands busy with food like he promised. 

He sets up the table and he ensures you’ve eaten well before the both of you go to your bedroom to hear what he’s suggesting. 

“Which part of your leg is sore?” He asks, kneeling before you, giving your legs soft squeezes. You flinch and squeal when his fingers press against your thighs. Guess he’s got his answer. 

“Lie down for me. I’ll stretch you out”, Yunho instructs, and you do. 

Yunho starts with a slow massage, kneading against your sore muscles, ignoring your soft whimpers when his fingers press against a sore spot. It’s kind of working, but you still feel the sensitivity bursting through your nerves, and it makes you involuntarily twitch against Yunho’s touches. 

You groan when Yunho applies pressure on your thighs. He pushes your legs towards you, and he leans in. You try to ignore the suggestive position of Yunho’s crotch just pressing against yours while he’s stretching out your thigh, focusing on hoping to relieve any ounce of soreness at least.

Unfortunately, your soft groans aren’t helping with the situation. Try as Yunho might, ignoring you only seems to have your moans go straight to his dick. 

“Y/n, as much as I adore your voice, I’d appreciate it if you kept it to a minimum. It’s distracting.”

“I can’t help it if I’m this sensitive”, you pout, not realising you ticked something in him. “And also your reactions are cute with your ears all red like that.” 

Yunho narrows his eyes, ignoring your words , and instead focusing on trying to finish your massage. When he’s done with one side, he switches to the other, doing the same action of folding your legs against your chest, his thighs getting dangerously close to your pussy once more. Your thoughts are starting to float to a less pure space.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this. You and Yunho are just simply gym buddies—well, gym buddies who have some sort of funny tension going on recently. And now that he’s just this physically close to you—touching, pressing, stretching you, you can’t seem to get your mind out of the gutter.

It wasn’t until Yunho’s palm spread over your thighs once more, massaging against your thick flesh that you let out another sudden moan at the pressure, that Yunho seems to hit his limit. It’s enough that he’s holding back considering that his hands are getting dangerously close up further your thighs, the way he had himself pressed against you at a rather interesting position, but you, moaning at every touch he’s applying onto you? He can only hold back so much.

“Sorry Yun. It’s just… it feels so good when you do it like that.”

Then, Yunho has you under him, he towers over you on your bed. 

“They say active recovery is good for soreness. Lucky for you, I know a pretty good form of active recovery. Your thighs are gonna be doing a lot more stretching though.”

You swallow hard, wondering if you should take on what he’s trying to allude. Seems like you pressed a little too much of his buttons. Oops. Not that you wanted to complain though.

In the most twisted ways, you always wondered how Yunho would compare—his build wasn’t large, but he’s still big. His hands are big—and he makes carrying dumbbells look like toys. You always wondered where else would be big.

And now, you’re about to find out.

“Now, keep your legs open like this for me”, he instructs. Your bottoms are peeled off you in seconds, and you have your legs spread open. Yunho’s fingers pry your lips open to get his pretty fingers wet enough, then he trails down your wet cunt, circling your clit slowly.  

“You gotta relax for me, baby”, he coaxes you in a tone that’s sending you butterflies in your stomach. “If you can’t take my fingers, my cock is gonna snap in you, y’know?”

That’s all the warning he gives before his slender fingers plunge into your wet heat, and your brain completely melts at the feeling. 

“Good girl”, he comforts. His other hand is gently rubbing and massaging against your thigh once more, ramping up the sensitivity before he trails down to accompany his other hand, fully rubbing circles on your clit. 

Your back is arched from how much Yunho is pressing against your g-spot on top of stimulating your clit. It’s making your toes curl and your mind go blank. 

“Gonna cum Yun,” you mutter through heavy breaths. Yunho is kissing up your neck to your jaw before his lips are on yours, the movements of his fingers encouraging you to release all over them.

“Cum for me, baby. It’ll feel so good, I promise”,  Yunho whispers into your ear, snapping the knot in your stomach. 

He eats up your moans with his kisses, taking advantage of your mouth when your orgasm rakes through your whole body leaves your eyes rolled back and your mouth hanging open. 

Yunho’s cock is soaked and hard underneath his shorts—it’s throbbing and pushing against the fabric of his apparel. So when you’re getting off your high, he has his pants off quickly too. His cock is thick and heavy, covered in precum, looking like the perfect thing to fill you up with.

His wet cock rests on your equally wet cunt, and Yunho strokes himself against your drenched folds, making sure his tip brushes against your clit every time. 

“Yunho, please”, you mutter, your pussy fluttering against nothing, aching for Yunho to just fuck you. 

“Not too sore to take my dick right?” Yunho teases, his gaze darting between your desperate eyes and the way cream from your pussy is decorating his big cock. 

“I’m gonna be stretching you in more ways than one, babe. Be a good girl and take it for me, yeah?”, he smiles. 

For some strange reason, you don’t feel the soreness in your inner thighs, or maybe you’re just so horny that it’s not the soreness that’s your main concern now. 

You bite your lip, then your mind completely coming undone when you feel Yunho push his cockhead into your pussy, stretching your hole open as he accommodates his thick cock in you. 

“Fuck. Look at your tight pussy trying to fit all of me in. I should fill you in for size training after our next sessions. Extra stretching sessions shouldn’t be much of a problem, right baby?” 

Maybe you should take up on that offer. 

The thought of Yunho fitting his fat cock to stretch you open just so your tight pussy can mold to his cock size after your gym sessions sounded way too fucking tempting, especially in your current predicament. You’re imagining the way he would coax your pussy to take more inches of him, and the thought of doing it right after your training sessions—being pumped full of endorphins and just Yunho’s fat cock—your pussy is just dripping and taking more of his cock by the second. Way too fucking enticing.

“Mm. That’s it, baby. Fit me in like this, yeah?” Yunho sighs when his cock finally bottoms out in you, your walls hugging him like a glove. 

You gasp at the fullness. His cockhead is pressing against your g-spot but you feel it in your fucking throat, and any small twitches his cock is making in you is a contender to make you cum any second. 

Your fingers grab onto his tensed biceps to give yourself some leverage, and Yunho is kind enough to wait for you to adjust, or maybe because he feels like he’s about to cum any second from the way your pussy is just squeezing him. 

“Jeong Yunho”, you pant, trying to catch your breath. “You’re so fucking big. Fuck. Oh my fucking god, I feel so full.”

He chuckles, rubbing slow circles from your inner thighs and clit. “All the more we should train for that.”

Yunho and his fat cock are gonna be the death of you. You didn’t even need leg day to do it for you. 

“God, Yunho, just fuck me already.”

“Gladly.” 

Your head is thrown back the moment his cock pulls out of you and thrusts back into you. You’re not gonna survive this, you swear. 

The moans slipping out of you grow louder and more lewd, and Yunho is gradually losing the ability to hold back when he hears his name in your high-pitched symphony paired with the way your pussy is just creaming all over him. He watches the way his cock pushes a bulge whenever he slides into you and it’s taking him everything to not to just rearrange your guts.

The pressure soon wears off, only pleasure flooding through your veins when Yunho fucks the daylights out of you. And now you’re growing greedy. 

So is Yunho. 

“You’re driving me crazy, baby”, Yunho is growing breathless whenever he feels your cunt sucking him in. “Keep doing that and I’ll guarantee you’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

“Sounds like a plan, Yuyu. Then you can come over to take responsibility, right?”

Yunho groans. God he fucking loves it when you’re like this for him. 

So he responds by grabbing you by your thighs and lifting your hips slightly to make sure his cock fills you up all the way. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, mouth slightly open as he listens to your voice climbing up in pitch at every thrust he gives you. 

“So good. Ah fuck. You’re so fucking thick”, you cry through your fucked out delirium. 

Yunho bites his lip, his thrusts growing more desperate and erratic with his cock just twitching for his release. 

He settles your legs down, only to fold them so that your knees are almost pressing against your chest, making sure you fucking see stars while his cock fills you up over and over in that position, hitting your g-spot so fucking easily. You’re choking on your moans at this point, your orgasm just being dangled over your head. 

“Fuck, right there! Gonna cum, Yunho. Oh god, that’s it”, you sob, your orgasm hitting you through shots of dopamine filling up your brain and flooding all over your cunt, pulsing against Yunho’s dick. 

Yunho has his eyes rolled back when you’re squeezing uncontrollably against him, deciding to fuck you through your orgasm, listening to your cries like it’s his favourite sound for the rest of the day. 

“Shit, I don’t think I could ever get enough of this pussy”, he mutters through pants. “So fucking perfect to cum in.”

Yunho squeezes your legs as he stills in you, making sure every drop of his thick cum is filling your pussy to the brim. 

He jerks slightly before pulling out, still holding your legs open for him to watch his cum seep out of your pussy and onto the towel below. You squeal when you feel his long fingers push his cum back into your pussy. Yunho is never telling you, but it’s his silent way of putting his mark on you. 

He soothes your thighs a little more even though he’s still finger fucking his cum back into you while kissing and biting the soft flesh of your thighs. ignoring your cries of overstimulation, before he closes your legs to lie them down. 

“See, this is a form of active recovery too”, Yunho says matter-of-factly, looking up at you with a pretty deceptive smile with his head on your lap. You narrow your eyes, grabbing him by his scalp. 

“I’m gonna blow your phone up tomorrow if I can’t feel my legs, Jeong Yunho.” 

Yunho continues to smile, his fingers easily removing yours from his head. 

“I guess that’s a yes to the extra training sessions then?” 

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☆ texting bf!ateez while they’re on tour

- i saw ateez last weekend and miss them so bad so this is how I cope 😇

warnings: kys joke, swearing, reader is a freak tbh, some nsfw?

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[dancinglikebutterflywings]

500 Followers = 500 Words: Yunho

-> Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

-> Requested by: Anon

-> Prompt: 02 - “I like being close to you.” 

-> Warnings: Yunho being unusually clingy. Kissing. Pure cheese.

-> Word Count: 546

-> Request: Closed.

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To Y/N's surprise Yunho has been more touchy than normal throughout their day together. It started from the moment she woke up his arms were wrapped tightly around her. It took a while to convince him to get up but when they did, he had his hands on her, whether they were placed on her shoulders, her arms, her waist, her hips, or knees. He was touching her in some way. 

As the day progressed, his gentle touches and hand holding turned into enveloping hugs and kisses that seemed to convey everything that remained unspoken. Each time he pulled her close, she can feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a reassuring reminder that they were together again after a long month of being apart. 

Now, as they enjoy a walk after dinner together, the physical intimacy between them continues. Yunho and Y/N's fingers are entwined, he swings their arm back and forth as they walk down the street towards the hotel they're staying at. 

"I didn’t realize you could be this affectionate," Y/N says with a gentle smile, hoping her teasing tone is taken lightly. 

“I like being close to you,” he replies with a chuckle. "And I’ve really missed you. We’ve never been apart this long before."  

“I missed you too,” she says bringing his hand to her lips and kisses the back of it. “I’m so glad to be here with you, even if it’s just for 48 hours." 

“Being apart has made me realise how much I want and need you around,” he says, their conversation taking on a more serious tone. “I didn’t realize how much I rely on you,” he adds and stops walking, forcing her to also stop and turn to face him. 

“Yunho…” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, unsure of how to word the emotions going through her. Feeling the weight of his words, she resonates with them, feeling the same way that he does.  

He takes a step closer. Their bodies touching, she can feel the heat radiating from him and the light thud of his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I just want you to know that this time apart has been hard but I think it was needed for me to realize just how much I do love and appreciate you.” 

With tears welling in her eyes, she nods in agreement. They'd become so reliant on each other that they had been taking it for granted. “I feel the same way.” 

Yunho’s gaze softens as he reaches up and wipes away a tear that had fallen. “Do you think this is what they meant when they said distance makes the heart grow fonder?” 

“I hope so,” she smiles, wrapping her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I love you, so much." 

“I love you, so much, too” he replies, kissing the top of her head, hugging her back just as tightly. “Should we continue our way back to the hotel?” he asks after a minute or so passes. “I would love to have a shower and then snuggle up in bed and watch a movie,” he suggests. 

“Sounds perfect,” she agrees as she steps back and pulls him into a kiss before the continue their walk back to the hotel.

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texting dad!ateez

pairing: dad!ateez x reader

warnings: mainly fluff!!

a/n: literally have been trying to restore all of my early drafts from my asks, please bare with me😭 in the meantime here's a text fic with atz as dads, this trope makes my heart hurt

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Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt. 11 (M)

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.5K

Warning: MMF threesome (It may again be too spicy for some to handle)

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you’ve visited until a secret party reveals it’s anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

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          “Ready?” Hyunjin asked.

           Yunho looked him in the eye as he exhaled then nodded his head. “Yes. I’m ready.”

           Squeezing Yunho’s hand to show your support, you watched as Hyunjin crawled on the bed and lifted Yun’s legs so they were bent.

           Hyunjin hooked his arm under one, lifting it and giving him more access to the entrance. With his other, he placed his tip at Yunho’s hole, pausing to look at him.

           Yunho just nodded. Both men gasped loudly as Hyunjin pressed in slowly. He kept himself in an upright position and gripped the mattress once he entered.

           Fingers still laced with his, you used your free hand to rub Yunho’s arm to reassure him that he was okay and this was a safe place.

           “I’m okay,” he breathed. “Are you okay?” he looked at Hyunjin.

           Hyunjin was a little shaky in his breathing. “You’re just tighter than I was anticipating.” He and Yun let out an awkward chuckle.

           Continuing at a slow pace, Hyunjin kept pushing in, grabbing Yunho and the mattress firmly.

           There was another inhale from Yunho and his eyes closed. You assumed Hyunjin had touched the g-spot.

           “How do you feel?” you squeezed his hand.

           “It’s good,” Yunho breathed. “It’s full.”

           There was a grunt from Hyunjin. “I’m in all the way. Do you want me to pull out just as slow and back in at this pace? Or do you wanna try to speed up?”

           “I think the slow pace a few more times, then gradually speed up.”

           Nodding, Hyunjin pulled his hips back, causing Yunho to cry out a bit. Hyun went just as slow as he pushed back in, Yunho moaning when the younger rubbed against his prostate.

           “You’re taking him so well,” you whispered in Yunho’s ear, which made him shudder. “You’re being so good, king.”

           “Baby,” he groaned. Your words were helping with his arousal.

           Watching the two men also helped with your arousal. Hyunjin carefully rolled his hips slowly, making sure Yunho was comfortable with the action as he slowly pumped in and out.

           “I’m ready to speed up a little,” he looked at Hyunjin.

           “You’re sure?”

           Yunho nodded, so Hyunjin secured his grasp on Yunho’s leg. He pulled almost all the way out at the slow pace, then as he gyrated in, he was a little faster, his hips moving in a lazy rhythm with him groaning to the sensation.

           Moaning in pleasure, Yunho jerked each time his prostate was stimulated. After a particularly loud whimper, you looked down at Yunho and noticed the clear liquid of precum seeping from his penis.

           You turned to whisper in his ear. “Is Hyunjin making you feel good?”

           He answered with a quivering nod. “Yes.”

           “Are you going to be good and cum for him?”

           He cried out as Hyunjin thrusted in. “Yes. Yes. I wanna cum.”

           Brushing his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, you then gazed at Hyunjin, who was also glistening in sweat. “Hyun, can you go faster and try to focus on his prostate?”

           With a nod of confirmation, Hyunjin pumped faster, both men groaning loudly in bliss. Yunho squeezed your hand tighter. You noticed him grabbing at the mattress.

           “Hyunjin,” your voice was calm as you focused on Yunho. “Go faster, and don’t stop. He’s almost there.”

           There was a loud grunt from Hyunjin, then both men getting louder as he complied.

           “Fuck,” Yunho arched from the bed. “Fuck, fuck,” he moaned louder.

           As Yunho pressed back into the mattress, Hyunjin stopped thrusting. The two of you watched Yunho jolt with the first spurt of ejaculation. He groaned loudly and spasmed with the second and third spurts. “Fuck,” he sighed again, trembling from his climax and gripping the bed.

           You brought his hand your mouth to kiss it. He let out a quiet moan, his chest still moving up and down deeply to catch his breath.

           “Yunho,” Hyunjin’s voice was unsteady. “I’m pulling out, okay?”

           His eyes were closed, and body still vibrating. “Yeah.”

           They both let out a whimper as Hyunjin removed himself from Yunho. Hyun carefully got off the bed and went into the bathroom. Yunho gripped your hand more, still lost in euphoria.

           You leaned over to kiss his cheek. “How was it?”

           Eyes still closed, he smiled. “I now understand Hyunjin’s reaction to San last night. It really was the most intense orgasm.”

           “Good,” You kissed his cheek once more.

           He giggled a little as he turned his head towards you. “It does feel a little strange though.”

           “I’m sure it’s something that will take a little time to get used to.” You looked him over, his ejaculate gleaming on his tummy. “Let me get a wash cloth to clean you up.”

           “I can do it.” Hyunjin was out of the bathroom. The condom was gone, but he was still hard.

           “You worked hard. You can relax while I do it.”

           He waved his hand at you, heading back to the bathroom. “I’m already up, might as well.”

           Shifting to your side, you leaned on your elbow as you looked at Yunho. “So, you’re willing to try this again?”

           “Yes,” Yunho grinned.

           “And next time there can also be some penis play?”

           The grin was still there, but he glared at you. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

           Hyunjin chuckled as he emerged with a warm wash cloth. “We won’t kill you. Just make you forget your name and how to walk.” He started to clean Yunho.

           As Yunho softly inhaled while sensitive places were being cleaned, you brushed his hair with your fingers. “Besides, dying from orgasm sounds like a pretty great way to go.”

           All three of you laughed to that.

           Hyunjin was at Yunho’s stomach to wipe up the cum. A smirk appeared on Yunho’s face. “Speaking of orgasm, you two still need to.”

           Hyunjin paused his cleaning and together you looked at Yunho.

           Yunho’s smirk turned into a smile. “I wouldn’t deprive either of you of getting off, especially when,” he gestured to Hyunjin’s erection, “he still wants to play,” and focused on you, “and I’m sure your earlier activities with Hyun and the dirty talk have you more than ready.”

           “What do you propose?” You watched Yunho.

           “You stay on your back, Hyunjin mounts you, and I stay here, partaking in any way I please,” Yunho grinned.

           Shaking your head, you couldn’t help but smile at Yunho. Of course he still wanted to play. Looking to Hyunjin, he didn’t seem so sure.

           He bit his lip, looking a little shy. “I’m just not sure I can last very long after. . .” he motioned to Yunho.

           Excited, Yunho sat up. “That’s okay. I can get her to your level while you get another condom ready.”

           You gave Hyunjin a sympathetic look. “If you don’t want to, it’s alright.”

           A wicked smile appeared on his face. “Well, I do like orgasming. And we’ve been deprived of hearing your moans and screams.”

           “Can’t have that,” Yunho agreed.

           Hyunjin went for another condom and Yunho began undressing you, removing your shirt and bra. Laying on his side, his mouth went over the shell of your ear, nibbling on the lobe then sticking his tongue in your ear, which made you squirm. His hand then snaked under your pants and undies, his fingers reaching between your folds to rub up and down against your clitoris.

           You felt Yunho smiling against you as a loud, breathy moan left your lips. He still worked on your ear as his fingers stroked you in a firm, quick motion.

           Now ready for his second round, Hyunjin lifted your pants and undergarments from you. “Open your legs for me,” he commanded. When you did, his wicked grin was back. “She’s so wet for us, Yunho.”

           Leaving your ear, Yunho looked to him, then you. “Yeah she is.” He kept his focus on your face and Hyunjin crawled over you.

           Hyun looked in your eyes as he pressed into you, both you and him groaning in rapture. Your hand quickly grabbed onto his shoulder blades.

           Yunho changed the motion of his fingers on your bud from up and down to circles, causing you to cry out. “What do you want, baby?”

           Feeling so good from both men, you needed a moment to think. You turned your head to Yunho. “I want your mouth on my neck.” You then looked at Hyunjin. “I want you to focus on the breast you didn’t get to touch earlier, and to kiss me.”

           Yunho immediately obliged. Hyunjin gave a little smirk, cupping you as requested, then leaned down to kiss you. His hips rolled in a steady rhythm as his thumb found your nipple and tongue entered your mouth.

           With Yunho leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and stimulating your clit, and Hyunjin thrusting into you while focusing on your breast, you understood earlier when Yunho said having everything aroused at once would kill him. You were already on the precipice of climax. You were dizzy with Hyunjin’s scent and taste, wanting to focus on the soft velvet of his tongue, but then Yunho had your head spinning as he started sucking on your neck and continued working your sensitive bud. Hyunjin pressed roughly against your nipple as he gyrated into you, catching your g-spot.

           You couldn’t help it as your nails dug in slightly to his skin, causing him to growl.

           Switching the direction of his circling fingers, Yunho caused a particularly loud mewl to escape you into Hyunjin’s mouth. They both had you as desperate as Yunho was earlier.

           Chuckling, Yunho brought his mouth back to your ear. “I need you to trust me.”

           You pushed back from Hyunjin’s kiss. “I trust you.” Your voice came out as a loud screech.

           His hand left from between your legs. You weren’t sure what he was doing, but you heard a grunt from Hyunjin, and then he thrusted sharply into you, making you both cry out.

           “You’re both so close for me,” Yunho was calm as he spoke. “You can both cum together at the same time.”

           Hyunjin yelped as Yunho continued his ministrations, causing another rough pump into you.

           “Yunho,” you whined. “Please put your hand back on me.”

           Chuckling, he did as asked, and though he was no longer touching Hyunjin, the younger man was getting a little messy as his rolled his hips into you.

           You cried out as Yunho circled your clit faster than he was before.

           “I’m going to count down,” you could hear the smile in Yunho’s voice. “And when I get to one, you’re both going to finish for me.”

           Hyunjin and you could only answer in moans and sounds of pleasure.

           “Ten.”

           You and Hyunjin both moaned loudly. The countdown only increased the desire to orgasm.

           “Nine.”

           You squeezed around Hyunjin, making him groan thunderously. The feeling of endorphins rushing through your body spread to your toes. “Yunho, please, I can’t last the countdown.” One of your hands tangled into Hyunjin’s hair, holding on tightly.

           “You’re not cumming until I tell you to.”

           A whimper came from you as well as Hyunjin.

           “Eight.”

           Hyunjin was losing his control. He took his hand from your chest and grabbed the mattress, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he rolled his hips, harder, faster.

           “Seven.”

           Yunho rubbing your clit the way he was had your legs shaking uncontrollably. You screamed out his name, then Hyunjin’s as the younger pumped harshly against your g-spot.

           “Six.”

           “Fuck,” Hyunjin moaned. He lifted from you. “Please, Yunho. I can’t make it to the end of the countdown.”

           His chuckle was evil. Yunho took his hand off you, and you heard it slap against Hyunjin’s ass, causing him to thrust into you. Yun would control the movement.

           “Five.”

           It was again rough and fast, and the two of you got louder in your passionate outcries.

           “Four.”

           The moans and grunts were louder still.

           “Three.”

           Hyunjin was shaking above you, his sweat mixing with your own.

           “Two.”

           Your walls tightened around him and Hyunjin whimpered. Muttering curses.

           You both waited for Yunho to say “one” but he didn’t.

           Turning your attention to him, you both moaned and cried out his name, begging him for release.

           An unholy eruption of laughter came from Yunho. “Okay. Cum for me, babes. Cum for me now.”

           The screams from the two of you were sure to be heard from the outside. Both of you shook frantically as you finally reached your pinnacle. Hyunjin collapsed on you as you still felt yourself cumming, your orgasm still making its way through your fingers and toes. Your grip on Hyunjin loosened, and your arms just rested on him.

           Neither of you could speak, still quaking. There was no doubt that Yunho helped the two of you to reach the same level of euphoria he had achieved.

           Turning your head, you saw the wide, Ginchy smirk on his face.

           “You came just as hard as we did!” you accused him. “You can’t be all proud like this.”

           He smiled. “Oh, but I just made you both cum as hard, for me, at the same time.”

           Hyunjin finally had some energy to roll off you. He pouted at Yunho. “You’re just lucky we can’t return the favor at this moment. But just you wait. There will definitely be payback.”

           “I look forward to it.” Yunho’s prideful grin also made you smile. “So, my turn to clean you two up, huh.” He brushed hair from your forehead and leaned down for a chaste kiss. He then reached over you to kiss Hyunjin as well. He gave you one more quick kiss on the nose, then got off the bed to get a washcloth.

           Laying there, you just stared after him. Hyunjin’s fingers brushed your hair behind your ear, so you rolled slightly to face him. “Hey,” you grinned.

           He grinned back. “Hey.” He reached to also give you a chaste kiss.

           You’d never seen the expression on his face before and felt a little worried. “Are you alright?”

           He nodded, his grin still slightly there. “I don’t think I thanked you.”

           “Thanked me?”

           He nodded.

           You were confused. “For the earth-shattering orgasm?”

           Yunho came out of the bathroom at that moment, chuckling as he brought the warm wash cloth to Hyunjin first.

           Hyun gasped as Yun removed the condom and wiped him down, but he still looked at you. “I didn’t know I was missing you from my life.” He turned to Yunho. “Both of you.” He faced you again. “You were brave enough to fight for us both. It feels whole, having you both like this,”

           “Complete,” Yunho nodded in agreement. “I should thank you, too, baby.”

           You didn’t know what to do with both men looking at you so lovingly, but you felt it, too. Your world was perfectly full now.

           Hyunjin reached to kiss your cheek.

           Yunho had finished cleaning the younger then looked you over. “Baby, a washcloth will be useless on you. You need a bath.”

           “If you can carry me to it.”

           ��Sure,” he smiled. “I’ll start the water.” He went back into the bathroom.

           “It is just a bath,” you yelled after him. “I cannot handle a round two!”

           “Yes, ma’am,” he sounded amused from the other room.

           After cleanup, the three of you spent the evening in the cabin, ordering food and enjoying each other’s company before all cuddling up in bed together and passing out.

           The next morning, you were woken up by two phones making buzzing sounds. Snuggled between Yunho and Hyunjin, you asked if they could get them.

           Picking up one of the phones, Yunho rolled to his back. “It’s mine.” He scrolled through it for a bit. “It’s an email from President Park. He wants to have a meeting in his office at 9:00.”

           “Why?” you rubbed at your eyes. Park made it plenty clear he didn’t care about Yunho or the dance department.

           That caused Hyunjin to pick up his phone. After looking at it, he jolted up in bed. “I got the same email.”

           Shit. Why would he want to see both of them?

           Yunho remained optimistic. “Maybe the dance company informed him about your acceptance. He is the head of the school after all.”

           Hyunjin didn’t look convinced but nodded his head as he looked down at the screen.

           You decided to get dressed and walk with them to his office. If it was exciting news, you wanted to be ready to celebrate with them both.

           Yunho had his usual upbeat bounce as he walked. He even had his signature closed smile. Hyunjin, however, looked worried, and that made you worried.

           There was a bench across from the office door in which you planned to wait at while they had their meeting.

           Still looking calm, Yunho leaned to kiss your cheek. Hyunjin still looked nervous, so you gave him an encouraging hand squeeze. He gave you a small smile in return then looked to Yunho. After knocking on the door, they both went into the room, closing the door behind them.

           You sat on the bench trying to stay hopeful.

           With the building being so old, the walls and door were nice and thick so you couldn’t hear much of what was happening inside.

           There were many different flags standing on poles on both sides of the halls. They were of other countries, so you guessed it represented the countries of all students who went to the school. A security office was down at one end of the hall with a student lounge across from it and main entrance which the three of you came in from. At the other end was the admissions office and then it led into a dormitory.

           That’s when you saw Changbin walking from the dorms your way. He was avoiding eye contact with you, but you wanted to talk to him. Despite how everything panned out the day before, you still wanted to apologize to him. You hadn’t realized how hurt he was from taking his spot or that it stirred up old wounds.

           He walked past you, still ignoring you. You were about to say something to him when the President’s office door slammed open.

           Hyunjin stormed out right by you and headed towards the dorms.

           “Hyunjin?” you called after. You felt Yunho’s hand in yours and looked up to him. His cheery smile was gone.

           Before you could ask what was wrong, President Park stood in the doorway. “And as for you, missy, you’re just lucky the food company is not owned by the school, or I’d have you fired, too. And make no mistake, if I do see you on this campus for anything other than food related services, I will have security escort you out for trespassing.”

           Your mouth fell open. You didn’t have a chance to respond, as he went back into his office and closed the door in your faces.

           Fired, too?

           “What happened?” Your voice was soft.

           Yunho held both your hands tightly. “Someone told Park about the three of us sleeping together.”

           Your eyebrows drew together. “So, that’s not his business.”

           Sighing, Yunho rubbed his thumbs on the back of your hands. “Well, since I’m a teacher, he deemed it his business and fired me for inappropriate relations with a student.”

           “No,” you whispered.

           Yunho didn’t give a grin to try to lighten the mood, which meant there was worse news. Looking down, he exhaled. “Because you’re my partner, he believed we manipulated Hyunjin into picking you as his dance partner, and that because I’m an expert dancer, you might also be, which gave him an unfair advantage at his audition.”

           You shook your head, feeling angry now. Of course that was a lie. Looking away from Yunho, you noticed Changbin down at the other end of the hall. He saw you and his face turned red. He scurried out of sight.

           Did he tattle to Park?

           “So,” Yunho continued, “Park called the dance company to inform them that Hyunjin may have been cheating.”

           Your heart sank into your stomach. “That’s not true!”

           “We don’t know what was said, or if the company even believes him, but with that kind of accusation, they’d have to investigate it, so it does risk his place in the company.”

           Tears welled in your eyes. Hyunjin worked so hard. He earned his spot in that company if they were going to give it to him. Park really was a heartless piece of shit.

           Yunho sighing brought you back to focus. Fuck. He wasn’t done. “Because the routine he was going to do for the Senior Showcase was the one he and I created, and you his partner, he’s no longer allowed to participate in the showcase.”

           Now you were fucking pissed. This was bullshit. You were at a loss of words. So much of this was just ridiculous.

           “And the last thing. If I want to get paid for any of my time this week, we have to leave the housing in the next hour.”

           The fuck? ���What?” Again, you didn’t know where to start with words. “What if I have a catering gig or they call for dining hall help?”

           “We’ll find a cheap motel nearby. I still want to go to the showcase. Even if I can’t help them anymore, I still want to support them.”

           “Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” You brought your hand to your forehead. “Do you have to tell Christopher and Seonghwa?”

           Running his fingers through his hair, you knew he was just as frustrated as you were. “Yeah.”

           There was a lot you both had to do, and an hour wasn’t a lot of time to do it all.

           “I did it for nothing.”

           “What,” Yunho looked at you.

           “I hurt Changbin. You lost your job. Hyunjin lost his company position. I did it for nothing!”

           Yunho lifted your chin. “No one has ever helped Hyunjin like that before. You know what kind of life brought him to dance. You remember how icy he was and untrusting. You changed that. Look at this new relationship we have because of you. That’s not nothing.”

           Tears streamed down your eyes. “We have to leave him, Yunho. Park is physically making us leave him.”

           He pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back. “We’ll figure this out, baby.”

           You wanted to be comforted in Yunho's embrace longer, but time was not on your side. He decided to head down to the dance department to explain the situation and how he was no longer available physically but would be there in spirit for the department.

           You called Yeji to let her know the situation. She also believed Changbin had something to do with it and was ready to lay his ass out. After the phone call, you wanted to find Hyunjin. If you had to leave, you needed to see him before you had to go.

           His art studio was empty. You weren’t sure he’d head back to the dorms, though you did recall him heading that way. Would he be looking for a fight with Changbin? You couldn’t picture him going to the dance studio. And Yunho would see him and let you know if he was there.

           You just felt lost. So much had spun out of control in a matter of seconds. And you didn’t have time if you needed to be off campus so Yunho could still get paid.

           Deciding it would be better to start packing up, you headed back to the housing accommodations.

           You were startled to see Hyunjin in the living area. He stood upon seeing you and you immediately ran into his arms. The crying couldn’t be helped as you pressed your face into his chest.

           His fingers combed through your hair. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

           Backing away, you looked at him, tears still in your eyes. “How can you be okay?”

           Sighing, he held your face in his hands. “Because I still have you and I have Yunho.”

           That made you cry harder. “But you don’t. He’s kicking us off campus. Park even threatened me that if he saw me around for anything other than catering, he’d call security on me.”

           His jaw twitched hearing you were threatened, but he quickly went back to being calm, wiping your tears with his thumbs. “But I know Yunho will find some place to be close by. I know you both aren’t kicking me out of your lives. So, I miss the Showcase. It’s one dance. It doesn’t define me. Plus, now I can go to the art exhibition.”

           You sniffled and wiped at your face. “But the audition? What if he fucked it all up for you?”

           Hyunjin smiled. “Admittedly, when I stormed out of his office, that was why. I was pissed if he fucked that up for me, especially after how hard we worked. But then I thought about it. His reputation for hating the dance community is notorious, so I seriously doubt they’d take anything he said seriously.”

           “Right,” you nodded. That had to be true.

           He lifted your chin so you’d look in his eyes. “Plus, we rocked the hell out of that routine. They wouldn’t just blow it off because of his word.”

           You couldn’t help but smile then and hugged him.

           The door opened, and Yunho sighed in relief. He walked towards the both of you and wrapped his arms around you.

           “We’re gonna be okay,” Hyunjin said.

           “Yes, we are,” Yunho agreed.

           “I just hate this,” you mumbled into someone’s shirt.

           Both men chuckled and petted at your hair and back.

           Yunho sighed. “We have to finish packing up and get off campus.”

           Hyunjin nodded, and though you were still crying, you went back to gathering up all of your items.

           It didn’t take long with three of you packing up, and you all made sure you had everything from every drawer and corner.

           Before long you were all in the parking lot. Yunho was finishing putting the bags in the car and making sure everything was secure.

           You stood awkwardly, not sure what to say to Hyunjin. “I can’t imagine not being here with you.” You sighed in annoyance. "We never even got a chance to talk about what would happen after your graduation."

           “Well, I guess now I really will have more time to study for my finals and finish all my papers.”

           That made you laugh. “Yeah. Maybe that’s a good thing.”

           "We still have time to figure out the rest. This isn't the end."

           "Yeah." You looked at him and grinned. “I guess we surprised everybody.”

           “I guess we did.” He went back to lifting your chin. “I’ll never be sorry.”

           “Neither will I.”

           “Never,” Yunho agreed. “It’s the three of us now.” He pulled you all in for one final hug. He exhaled when letting go. “We gotta go, baby.” He grabbed Hyunjin’s shoulder and nodded a goodbye.

           Hyunjin pulled your face to his, giving you a soft, chaste kiss. “I’ll see ya.” He backed away.

           As you and Yunho got in the car, you watched Hyunjin as he watched the two of you drive away.

[sunshineyuyu]

princess treatment (j. yh)

★ summary: you have a crush on jongho, but he’s chatting up someone else. so, you end up getting high and hooking up with yunho instead. ★ pairing: yunho x f!reader ★ genre: college, smut (mdni!) ★ word count: 4.3k ★ tags/warnings: weed & alcohol consumption, yunho calls reader princess, high sex, piv sex (with a condom!), vaginal fingering, spanking, choking, slight dom/sub undertones, ig under-negotiated kink?, big dick!yunho, yunho manhandles reader, yunho is taller than reader, yunho has tattoos lol, dirty talk, intentionally lowercase ★ notes: this is the prequel to the jongho fic chained and the final “part” of this series! yunho from chained was just a lil too hot for me to not write something for him too! let me know if i missed any warnings!! ofc beta’d by the bestie @starhwas-bunny ★ masterlist | read on ao3 | chained (jongho sequel)

you look so hot tonight. you’re wearing your new favorite top—with a deep deep cut that makes your chest the center of attention—and a pair of jeans that you know makes your ass look good.

all of this to hopefully attract the attention of one choi jongho, who you’ve been crushing on for the better half of the semester, since san introduced you to him. he’s built and tan and nice and smart and sexy.

and he’s currently leaning against a wall—cradling a red solo cup and swirling its contents like he’s james fucking bond or something—and chatting up some pretty blonde girl.

you practically feel smoke coming out of your ears as you stare at the two of them—the way jongho leans forward so that he can hear the girl amidst the blaring sounds of somebody come get her, she’s dancing like a stripper. ryujin puts a hand on your shoulder and the warmth of her palm makes you realize how tense you are. she shoves a beer into your hand.

“forget about him, honey,” she says. “he’s not worth it.”

“it’s not like he’s a fuckboy,” you whine, struggling to crack open the can with your recently cut nails. ryujin takes pity on you and opens it for you. you take a deep drink from it before wiping the edge of your mouth with your wrist. “he’s nice. he brought homemade coffee to class for me the other day.”

“mmm,” ryujin says. “i know, honey, but no boy is worth it. c’mon, let’s go play rage cage.”

you let ryujin pull you away to a different room, where the birthday girl yeji is parading around on wooyoung’s shoulders while spraying everyone with bubbly champagne. you don’t even really know yeji—she’s an acquaintance of an acquaintance, but you came because you wanted an excuse to get drunk and look hot and get jongho’s attention, only two of which you’ve managed to succeed in.

you finish the beer at an alarming rate and crush it in your fist.

“i’m gonna go get some air,” you say. “i’m not really feeling rage cage right now.”

“i’ll come with you,” ryujin says.

you venture to a different part of the house, trying to locate the stairs back down to ground level, but instead spotting a balcony. ryujin follows you here, where up close you realize it’s not empty.

the balcony is big—big enough to have several foldable lawn chairs strewn around, all occupied by various zooted-adjacent individuals. you and ryujin find a small opening against the railing, and you push up against it to feel the wind blow against your hair.

“men are shit,” you proclaim, apropos to nothing.

“men are shit,” ryujin agrees.

“you wanna smoke?” this voice is new, and it doesn’t belong to ryujin. it comes from your other side, and you turn slowly to appraise the person it originates from.

he’s holding a blunt out to you, a small thin thing between his thumb and pointer finger.

it’s jeong yunho. 

you don’t really know yunho, but you know him enough. he’s a friend of seonghwa’s, which means you’ve seen him at enough parties—been shoved next to him during rage cage, had him hold your hair back while you took a bong hit. he’s tall, with soft black hair, and has a tattoo of a dragon curled around his right forearm. there’s a perpetual lazy look to him—a smirk always playing at his lips.

he’s attractive, and he’s offering you a smoke from his blunt. you don’t think twice before you’re stepping closer, pressing your lips against the end of the blunt and inhaling. a low tsk comes from ryujin, but you focus on letting the sour smoke fill your lungs, all while you maintain eye contact with yunho.

“ryujin,” you say, coughing a little since it’s been a while since you’ve taken a direct hit. “can you get me some water?”

ryujin gives another tsk, but then you shoot her a look that she understands in an instance, and she slips away to “get you some water.”

you turn back to yunho.

“you looked like you needed it,” yunho says, taking a pull from the blunt and then blowing the smoke back out. 

you hum lightly, crossing your arms from both the night chill and because you know it makes your tits look better.

“you’re right.”

yunho holds the blunt back out to you, right in front of your mouth. you take another hit. this time you close your eyes and you breathe it back out, letting your head fall back and your hair hang loose.

“it’s nice,” you say. “thank you.”

“anytime,” yunho says.

you continue the back and forth of the blunt a few times, until you’re starting to really feel it, which is good because the blunt is practically finished, yunho barely pinching onto it after your puff.

“last one,” yunho says, a little breathy, and eyes more hooded than usual. 

on this last one, you meet yunho’s half-gaze and blow the smoke directly into his face. he’s closer than you really remember him being, but you don’t mind. he’s big and he blocks the wind. he flicks the stub of the blunt onto the ground, grinding it with the toe of his shoe. he raises his head back up to you.

“that was hot,” he says.

“i’ve always wanted to have high sex,” you say.

“i can make that happen,” he says.

he leads you to the stairs, down them, and out the front door with a surprising amount of clarity. meanwhile, you’re letting the sound of whatever chainsmokers song is playing drag you back to your high school days. an uber appears out of seemingly mid-air, and you’re suddenly in the backseat of a sedan. yunho’s shoving the armrest into the backseat and pulling you into him.

the ride is smooth, and you take it in turns to focus on different things. first, the dulcet sounds of a jazzy trumpet, fragmented and dusty because of the car’s worn speakers. second, the rushing of lights in the windows, leaving behind trails of white, yellow, a smear of blue.

finally, yunho’s hand on your waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles in that sliver of skin between your top and your jeans. it’s nice, makes you feel warm. you press deeper into his chest, your hand pressed into the cotton of his shirt.

he leads you up to his apartment and throws his keys into a ceramic bowl near the front door. 

“do you want water?” he asks, heading towards the kitchen like you hadn’t propositioned him fifteen minutes ago after sharing a blunt together.

“yeah,” you admit, when the full feeling of cotton mouth hits you.

after several gulps of the most delicious filtered water you’ve ever had, yunho’s crowding you into the countertop. he towers over you, but that works because you like feeling small, overpowered.

“you sure about this?” he asks, and if you weren’t high you would’ve said something about appreciating the ask for consent. instead, you lock your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your height and pressing your lips against his.

the kiss is immediately intense, his tongue roving against yours, while his hands—jesus, they’re massive—press into your sides, palms hot and fingers digging.

“yes,” you say.

he picks you up effortlessly, and you manage to wrap your legs around his torso as he carries you into his room. he sets—no, throws—you down onto the mattress. you bounce a little and fall backwards onto the pillows. you’re getting ready to bite out a retort at being tossed aside so roughly when you see his face: calm, emotionless, but a distinct darkness in his eyes.

“fuck.” you mean it as a breath, but it comes out like a moan. 

yunho pounces.

he kisses you briefly, before descending to your neck, your collarbone. he’s pushing your top off your shoulder, mouthing at the flesh at the top of your breast.

“take it— take it off,” you say.

yunho obliges, sitting back to push your top up past your chest and over your head. he lingers there for a little longer, eyes running over your tits and your nipples hardening under his heavy gaze.

“hot,” he says. “you’re so fucking hot.”

“touch me,” you say.

he obliges, palming your tits and pinching your nipples. rolling them between his fingers and revelling at the way you keen under his touch. 

“sensitive?” he says, all breathy while watching you.

“y- yes,” you say. “the- the weed—”

“mmm, yeah, i know what you mean.”

you reach down to the button of your jeans, but yunho catches your hands and lifts them above your head. he presses into it, hovering over you.

“i’ll take care of you, princess,” he says. “be patient.”

this pulls a squeak out of you. the assertive tone, the pet name, combined with the way that it only takes one of his hands to lock your wrists in place—it’s new to you, but you’re suddenly so fucking desperate to get out of your pants.

the unoccupied hand goes to your jeans, and you close your eyes, as yunho deftly unbuttons it, but drags down the zipper slowly to reveal your mildly scandalous underwear: red and lacy with a little bow.

yunho whistles. “y/n. that’s kinda sexy.”

he releases your wrists to use both hands to slide your legs out of your jeans. he goes slow, trailing behind his hands with his lips, which leave a scorching trail of lazy kisses. he’s looking at you as he goes, his eyes never wavering. you almost blush from the heat of his glare.

“you shy?” yunho teases, reaching up to palm one of your tits. 

“no,” you say. “just- just ready.”

“mmm,” yunho says. “i told you, princess. be patient.”

in an instant, you’re suddenly on your stomach, bouncing again. your waist feels a little tender from where he gripped you hard to turn you over, and your head feels a little woozy from the sudden movement, but then you feel yunho tapping on the outside of your thigh.

“up.” one word, one syllable, but coated in dominance, and you’re on your knees in an instant, ass up.

“fuck, that’s a nice view,” you hear yunho say, and you feel his hands splay out on your cheeks. he squeezes a little and chuckles.

slap! 

you fall onto the mattress, arms slow to catch yourself. did he—? did he just smack your ass? the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done in bed was some light hair pulling, but you’re finding that you don’t mind the buzzing you feel in your ass right now.

in fact—

“oh.” it comes out like a whine, and yunho hisses in satisfaction.

“you like that, huh, princess?” yunho says, his voice low.

“mm.” you can’t manage words.

“good,” he says, but even then you can’t anticipate the next slap. it’s harsher this time, and you jerk from the touch. “gonna make ur ass red to match those panties.”

it’s filthy. the way he’s talking. you’ve only heard talk like this in porn, and you’d always thought it was overly scripted. but yunho’s just talking, eliciting tiny squeaks and squeals of surprise from you that you also have only heard in porn and thought was fake.

“p- please,” you say, lower lip trembling a little. you finally chance a look back at yunho, and you find him still completely clothed, kneeling on the bed behind you with his hands on your hips.

“please what?” yunho says, smirking.

“touch me,” you gulp.

“where?”

“here.” before you can overthink it you’re taking his much bigger hand and moving it to your core, to where your underwear is already soaked. 

“okay, princess,” yunho says. “since you asked nicely.”

he starts rubbing your clit over the fabric of your underwear, a feathery touch that still makes you shudder. his other hand slides up your back and settles between your shoulder blades, pressing you down into the mattress.

“stay still, okay?”

you whimper in response, because soon he’s pushing aside the crotch of your panties, teasing the pad of his finger at your dripping entrance.

and then he’s pushing not one, but two long fingers into you. the first thrust is slow, and you can feel your walls pulsing around the digits. the second, third, fourth thrusts are hard and fast, and his hand on your back is bruising.

“fuck,” yunho hisses. “so wet and tight, princess.”

“hnng,” is your reply, because yunho is hitting that spot in the back, and your thighs are quivering.

“turn around,” yunho commands. “i want to see you when you cum.”

you scramble to follow his direction, flipping onto your back and pulling your knees closer into you. yunho shoves fingers into your mouth before you have a chance to say anything, and you suck on instinct, lapping at his fingers and tasting yourself on them.

“fuck,” yunho says, and then he withdraws the fingers and pushes them back into your cunt. you stare down at his hand, at his arm—the one with the dragon tattoo wrapped around. at how the scales of the dragon dance with the veins of his forearm as he pistons his fingers into you.

you’re a babbling mess of whines and coos and squeals, and suddenly yunho’s other hand flies up to your throat.

“this okay?” yunho asks quietly. his voice is low, like he’s trying to be sultry, but you can tell he’s watching carefully to see your response.

this is new. you’ve never done this before. you’ve seen it, heard about it. 

you like it.

you nod, and yunho smirks.

his grip is loose, but this new pressure on your throat makes you a little dizzy, a little lightheaded, and makes the fluttering in your stomach speed up. both your hands come up to grip his arm, to feel the muscle beneath your fingers.

“i’m- i’m close,” you croak.

“good.” and yunho picks up the pace, fucking his fingers into you until you feel that crest of nerve endings exploding. your back arches, your head falls back, your eyes close—the feeling ten times more intense than usual because of the weed in your system.

you collapse against the bed, breathing heavily and clenching around his fingers.

“fuck,” yunho whispers. “that was hot.”

he’s perched over you now, a hand on your cheek brushing your sweaty locks out of your face. he kisses your neck, softly.

“i- i want—” you have to pause to catch your breath.

“yeah, princess?” he grins at you.

“this,” you say, your hand cupping the very apparent tent in his pants. this takes yunho by surprise. he jerks, but your hand remains. you experiment with palming him a little, feeling how firm his cock is. how big it feels even under the thick strain of his pants.

“yeah?” he says.

“yes,” you say. “please.”

“ok, princess.”

he reaches behind his head to pull his shirt off by the collar. you blanch at the sight of his torso. lean, lithe muscle. another tattoo along the top of his ribcage that you’ve never seen before. black calligraphy strokes that spell out something in what you think is japanese.

“what does it say?” you say, before you can stop yourself. you run your fingers along the words, touch soft.

“nana korobi, ya oki,” he says, equally softly. “it means ‘fall down seven times, get up eight.’”

“it’s beautiful,” you say.

“not as beautiful as you,” yunho says, and he tugs your underwear down from your hips and off your legs. you suddenly remember exactly what you’d asked for.

“so. fucking. beautiful,” he continues, undoing his belt and throwing it aside. he unbuttons his jeans and pulls them halfway down his thighs. there’s a small wet patch on his briefs, but those are soon pulled down too to reveal—

he’s big. long but not too thick. the head of his cock flushed red and leaking pre-cum.

you feel your mouth inexplicably fill with saliva.

“you’re- you’re—”

“you can do it, princess,” he says, kicking off his briefs and jeans the rest of the way. “you can take it.”

you nod obediently.

he reaches over you for his bedside drawer, returning with a silver foil condom packet and a little plastic bottle of lube. he tears the condom open with his teeth, spitting out the corner and then rolling the thing down his length. you lay back, eyes up to the ceiling. you hear the distinct pop of the lube cap, hear a liquid sort of noise, and then you feel his fingers again. cold and a little slimy, probing at your entrance and briefly nudging at your sensitive clit.

“you ready?” he says, lining himself up.

“mm.”

he pushes in slowly, and it takes all of your willpower not to clench instinctively. he groans while he slides into you, and the pace allows you to feel every inch of him. the stretch is difficult at first, but the further in he gets, the less control he has and soon, he bottoms out.

“you can- you can move,” you say.

“don’t have to tell me twice, princess.”

yunho’s hands find your waist, grip it hard, and then he pulls back and thrusts in again, but still slow. you can feel his eyes on you, making sure his size doesn’t overwhelm you. as he builds up his pace, his hips snap against yours, filling the room with positively lewd sounds that combine with his deep breathing and grunts and your whimpers and whines.

he fucks you into the mattress, stretching you so deliciously.

you find one of his hands and lead it up to your throat. yunho’s eyes widen, but he wraps those long, perfect fingers around your neck, grip tighter this time.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, princess,” yunho says. “taking my cock like that. such a good fucking girl—fuck!”

you’re overstimulated, but in the best way. lightheaded from the choking, sensitive everywhere from the weed, and so turned on from yunho’s praise. you close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked.

as yunho pounds into you, he starts cooing and moaning about how good you look, how good you sound, how good you feel.

“yeah? you like that, princess? yeah—let me hear you. tell me how good i’m fucking you. fuck—your pussy is perfect. like you were fucking made for me. such a perfect princess.”

you can’t tell if you’re close to another orgasm, or if this is just all one long extended orgasm. all you know is that your body is buzzing with pleasure, and you feel really fucking good.

eventually, yunho’s thrusts grow faster and more erratic. he gives one final push and stays buried in you, chest rising and falling.

he pulls out slowly, checking to make sure the condom worked.

“fuck, that was good,” he says, breathless.

“yeah,” you agree, boneless.

yunho swings his legs over the side of the bed, taking off the condom and tying it up before throwing it into a trash can. you’re a bit miffed that he is already fully operational, while you feel like you had all of your inner organs rearranged.

“give me a sec, princess,” he says, as he tugs on a pair of sweatpants. “i’ll get you some water and get you cleaned up. just relax.”

your head still feels a little woozy, but you slowly come back to your senses as you hear yunho bustle around outside. finally, he comes back into the room guzzling a chilled bottle of water. he recaps it and hands it to you. you drink deeply as you feel yunho wipe at your thighs with something warm and wet. the cool water reinvigorates your throat after having yunho’s hand pressed against it. 

“you good?” he says. “i wasn’t too hard or anything?”

“no,” you say. “no, it was good. i liked it.”

“good girl,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting your head. it’s mildly patronizing, and but you’re to tired to retort back. 

he shifts deeper onto the bed to lean back against the headboard, running his fingers along your spine. it’s relaxing and—together with the water—helps you ground yourself as you feel the last remnants of weed and arousal fog clear from your mind.

“you like jongho, right?” he asks, apropos to nothing.

you choke. you spend the next few seconds spluttering and coughing while yunho rubs your back soothingly.

“i don’t- why are you—?”

“that’s why you were all sad at first, right?” yunho says. “on the balcony?”

you stare at him, finally able to breathe properly.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me.”

yunho hums. “i don’t know about that—” and he pinches your back when you open your mouth to protest “—but i don’t mind being your fuck buddy while you get over him.”

you purse your lips. truth be told it was good sex, but your… thing for jongho isn’t something that you can just get over with a couple good fucks and some weed. you don’t know how to tell yunho—someone you’ve only really ever been around either drunk or high or both—about pulling all-nighters with jongho to finish your homework together, sleepy and giggly and delirious; or how he knows your coffee order without ever having asked; or the way his eyes crinkle when you show him a funny meme.

so, you settle with a small smile and a peck to yunho’s jaw.

“i’ll consider it,” you say, and you get up to start redressing. you’re sobering up properly now, and the flimsy top you’d been wearing before feels a little scandalous for your current mental state. after hesitating briefly, you grab yunho’s discarded top and put it on.

“well shit, when you do stuff like that,” yunho says, running his eyes over how his shirt dwarfs you.

“i’m- i’m cold,” you mutter.

yunho just laughs, ruffling his hair.

“hey—you hungry?”

he takes you to the 24/7 burger joint just outside his apartment, harsh fluorescent lights and greasy air doing their best to sober you up even more. he orders and pays for you, while you slide into a corner booth to avoid anyone seeing how utterly fucked out you look: hair in a messy bun to hide the knots, body swimming in yunho’s shirt, mascara smeared under your eyes, and hand constantly on your neck to cover up the massive hickey you discovered while peeing—when had yunho even given it to you?

yunho scoots into the seat opposite you with a handful of napkins and a little paper cup of spicy ketchup. after you receive your tray of food, you and yunho spend the next fifteen minutes talking about the basics when you both realize that you don’t know much about each other.

it’s easy to talk to yunho, whose light chuckles and lazy smiles are comforting. while you might not take him up on the fuck buddy proposal, you just might keep him around as a friend.

you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket, and you reach for it to see a text from san, asking if you’re okay.

to: san

[1:40 AM] yeah i’m good

[1:40 AM] actually can u come pick me up. i’m at the burger place on 8th.

from: san

[1:42 AM] yeah omw

you slip the phone back into your jeans while you sip on your soda.

“san’s coming to get me,” you tell yunho.

“oh, cool,” yunho says. “yeah i was gonna offer to take you home or something—it’s so late.”

you hum, warming in appreciation for yunho’s intent. he really isn’t a bad guy—not that you’d thought that before. he’s always been a neutral acquaintance, but you’re really starting to enjoy his company now.

“thanks,” you say. “for the food, and—the other stuff.” 

yunho laughs.

“you’re cute,” he says, tapping the tip of your nose with a greasy finger. you dab at it with a crinkly brown napkin.

ten minutes later, your phone vibrates again to indicate that san is outside in a silver uber. you thank yunho again, and even give him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, your face flaming as you turn away from him to leave the diner.

when you throw open the door of the car, you find not san, but—

choi jongho, stuffed into the backseat with a slight flush on his cheeks and a loose grin. you stare at him, and he stares back. the only empty seat is in the middle.

“scoot,” you say.

“i’m too big for the middle seat,” he says, but he doesn’t make any moves to exit the vehicle to give you the space to slide into the car. you nudge him. “just climb over me.”

a low string of curses leave your mouth as you reluctantly clamber around his big frame and into the middle seat, where you finally see san sitting on the other side. you’re so preoccupied with greeting him and thanking him for coming to get you that you don’t notice jongho’s eyes narrowing at the shirt you’re wearing—yunho’s.

“you coming to our place or going home?” san asks.

the words your place are on the tip of your tongue when you look back at jongho, noticing now a small red bruise blossoming just under his jaw. this causes you to snap a hand to your own hickey, which you hope is hidden by the shadows.

“home,” you say quietly. “ryujin’s probably waiting for me.”

the uber starts up again, and you lean your head back onto the headrest, determinedly avoiding jongho’s gaze. you know that you just went off to hook-up with someone random, but it doesn’t sting any less that apparently jongho was doing exactly the same thing.

at that moment, your phone lights up with a new text.

from: unknown number

[1:59 am] hmu whenever, princess ;)

continued in chained (c. jh)!

[yuyusbabygirl]

Strikes and Spares (18+)

pairing: bad boy!yunho x fem!reader

word count: 4.3k

content warnings: SMUT 18+, MINORS DNI, fluff, oral (fem receiving), yunho is whipped for reader

summary: you were minding your own business when your small town's bad boy came up and just declared he was picking you up for a date

Yunho was standing by his locker when you walked into school that morning. He watched as you opened your locker which was close to his own and took out your books. The look on his face wasn’t his usual scowl of annoyance that everybody in school knows and fears. Instead his eyes softened when he saw you and he could feel the tips of his ears turn red.

San was watching him and knew immediately who showed up by Yunho’s reaction. It had been like this since freshman year. He had to suppress a snicker at Yunho’s lovesick expression. He had always found it hilarious. The school’s bad boy who regularly got into fights, skipped class (except the ones he had with you, of course) and had gotten his first tattoo with 16 was hopelessly in love with a sweet innocent nerd. The best part? You had no clue.

Yunho was snapped out of his thoughts when San nudged his shoulder

“When are you going to stop staring at Y/N and simply talk to her?” San asked him.

Yunho rolled his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you’ve been staring at her like a hopeless fool since freshman year and now it’s our senior year and you have not once asked her out,” San chuckled.

“Shut up,” Yunho grumbled and slammed his locker shut. He knew San was right. But you were… intimidating. He realized how that sounded coming from him but it wasn’t just how pretty you were and how you didn’t seem to be scared of him, it was also just something about you. He knew everyone saw you as a sweet and innocent good girl because you got good grades and liked to dress in feminine clothes but he saw how you suppressed your smile when someone made a dirty or dark joke, he saw the kind of books you read when you thought no one would notice, he saw what music you listened to. And then there was the fact that you always smiled at him despite his reputation because you were so fucking polite. And what does he do? He chokes. Every time. Like a goddamn loser.

He watched as you closed your locker and prepared to go to class. Fuck it. It’s now or never.

Yunho walked over to you which surprised San who thought Yunho was going to creepily stare at you like he always does.

He reached you just when you started walking. “Hey.”

Great going, Yunho. That was the most lame greeting ever, he thought to himself.

You were just about to go to your first class when you heard someone talking to you. You looked up and saw Yunho standing in front of you. You had to look up quite a bit because of the height difference.

“Hey”, you greeted him back and wondered why he was talking to you. You didn’t think he even knew you existed.

He put his hands in his pocket, trying to seem relaxed. “What class do you have next?” he asked you. His tone was softer than his usual tone and he could feel the curious stares from the other students around you. Along with the usual downcast looks in case he snapped at them.

“I have English next,” you grab your bag, ready to walk to class.

He grabs your bag from you and puts it over his shoulder. “I’ll walk you,” he just states and starts walking with you to your class, ignoring your confused look and the hushed whispers around you as to why he was being nice to you.

You hurried along after him as he just started walking. You were incredibly confused why he suddenly talked to you and was now carrying your bag for you while walking you to class. You knew who Yunho was. He and his friends were the school’s bad boys which frankly you thought was a cliché title. But then again you lived in a smaller town and he does get into fights. It was maybe also the fact that he wore all black and always glared at people. Again, small town stuff. You honestly didn’t mind much. You had always found him attractive but you didn’t think he even knew your name. Both of you had different circles. He was always with his friends, smoking and you had even heard of them vandalizing stuff. Meanwhile you stuck to your two friends you had since freshman year, liked to stay inside and read and got good grades. The likelihood of him knowing you was small. So you thought.

He walked alongside you in the hallway and you noticed people moving out of your way while giving you curious stares. Great. You hated it when people stared at you.

You reached your classroom and he quickly moved to hold the door open for you. You gave him a confused look and walked into the classroom. Yunho put your bag down at your desk and you were so confused by his behavior you didn’t even question how he knew where you sat as he wasn’t in this class.

He turned to you and smiled. “I’ll pick you up at 7,” he states and walks off.

You nod before realizing what he said.

“Wait- what? For what? Yunho!” you called after him but he just waved and walked to his own classroom. You sat down at your desk, still confused what exactly just happened. You decided to brush it off and simply focus on class.

Meanwhile, Yunho was freaking out internally. He just did that. He finally had the courage to make a move on you, the girl he’s been crushing on since the first day of freshman year. He sat down in his own class, his heart still nearly beating out of his chest. San who sat beside him gave him a questioning look but Yunho simply gave him a grin.

During the day you started to forget about what Yunho said that morning, brushing it off as a joke. He had not talked to you after and you were sure he didn’t even know where you lived. You simply went home and changed out of your skirt into a pair of jeans to take your dog on a walk.

While you walked you passed your elderly neighbor.

“Oh Y/N dear, how are you, sweet girl? Such a sweet girl as always, taking your dog on a walk. And I heard you got a good grade on that exam. Your mother must be so proud,” she chirped.

You smiled at her, internally wishing you could just keep walking. It wasn’t that she was unpleasant but she, like everybody else, assumed that because you did well in school you were sweet and innocent. Sure, you were polite and you liked to study. But innocent is not a word you would use to describe yourself except for the fact that your real life sexual experience was limited. The only people who knew what kind of books you read were your two friends and they regularly blushed when you gave them a recap of a book you recently read. You also liked alternative things and clothes but you were too shy to actually wear it. Nevermind the fact that alternative clothes can be expensive. So you stuck to your skirts and dresses, which you also liked but you were dying to experiment more. Truthfully, you were scared to do so. You knew how people talked in a small town and you just wanted to get this senior year over with before you went to college.

When you got back home you had completely forgotten about Yunho and his comment so you went up to your room and did your homework while listening to some true crime podcast.

At 6:50pm, Yunho parked his car outside your house. He knew he was early but he was nervous. He had this whole date planned out and he didn’t want to fuck it up by being late. He walked up to your porch and rang your doorbell. While he waited, he smoothed down one of his nicer black shirts and ran a hand through his hair.

You opened the door and gave him a confused look. “Yunho? What are you doing here? And how do you know where I live?” you asked him.

“I told you I’d pick you up at 7. Are you ready to go?” he chuckled at your expression, ignoring the other question. So maybe he had followed you one or five times. Sue him.

“You were serious?” you asked him incredulously. You noticed he was dressed casual in black jeans and a black shirt but you could tell it was one of his nicer ones as this one didn’t have any car grease stains on it. Not that you knew what his shirts looked like.

“Of course I was serious. Why wouldn’t I be?” he grinned at you and took in your appearance. He loved seeing you in your casual jeans and sweater. The sweater paws you had nearly undid him.

“I didn’t think you even knew where I lived. And I’m not dressed for going out,” you looked down at your jeans.

He chuckled and waved you off, “nonsense, you’re dressed perfectly. Come on.”

Still confused, you put on shoes and grabbed your purse. He opened his passenger door for you and waited until you were buckled up before getting into the driver’s seat. He looked over at you while he started his car and the sight of you finally sitting in his car on the way to a date with him made him as giddy as it made him nervous.

While he drove his hand itched to reach over and grab your thigh but he had to remind himself that this is a first date.

“Where exactly are we going?” you questioned as you looked over at him, trying not to look at his veiny hand gripping the steering wheel.  

He just grinned at you, “It’s a surprise.”

You huffed slightly but let him continue. You weren’t the biggest fan of surprises, you liked being prepared for things but you were trying to let loose a bit.

Yunho parked the car and as you looked outside you could see the neon sign of the local bowling alley. Before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt, Yunho was out of the car and opened your door for you, holding his hand out for you.

You put your hand in his and Yunho’s skin tingles from the skin contact. He doesn’t let go of your hand as you walk inside, going to the front desk to pick out your shoes. You told the clerk your shoe size and after getting your shoes Yunho led you to a bowling lane, putting his hand on your lower back.

“Have you ever been bowling before?” he asked while he put your names into the computer.

“Uh.. like once or twice?” you replied while tying your shoes.

“That’s okay, I can teach you,” Yunho smiled at you and you were once again taken off guard by how sweet he was being.

He gave you a bowling ball, one he knew would be too heavy for you. He chuckled when he saw your arms buckle under the weight.

“Looks like I have to help you,” he teased you and came up behind you, his chest nearly pressing into your back while he helped you hold the ball. You stood in front of the lane, feeling his body heat as he towered over you from behind.

He leaned in to speak softly into your ear, “Focus on the pins and try to throw the ball as close to the middle as you can. Don’t worry about the speed for now.”

You tried to focus on what he was saying, you really did, but his low voice in your ear, his hands helping you hold the ball and the scent of his cologne made you a bit dizzy.

Yunho himself was not faring any better. He was using this as an excuse to touch you but he had not anticipated that it would feel so overwhelming to finally have you this close. He could smell your perfume and the realization that you were so much smaller than him sent his thoughts into a spiral.

Together you threw the ball and six out of the nine pins fell down. The fluttering in your stomach got stronger as you felt Yunho peck your cheek, chaste kiss on your now burning skin.

“Very good. Now you can throw again.”

He let you go for only a moment before he came back with another ball and put it in your hands. His hands didn’t let go of yours as he stepped closer to your back again and walked forwards with you. He leaned down to your ear and whispered instructions to you, which fell on deaf ears, his warm breath hitting your ear and neck nearly making you drop the ball. You managed to compose yourself long enough to throw the ball again with his help.

Two out of the remaining pins fell down and you felt your feet leave the ground as Yunho picked you up and spun you around, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

He reluctantly put you back down and you turned to face him, your flushed cheeks tugging at his heart.

Fuck, he was so whipped for you.

He could hear San’s laughter in his mind as the thought this.

His hands shifted from around your waist to your hips as he looked down at you.

“Seems like you’ll lose, Jeong,” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“Awfully cocky for a beginner, princess,” he smirked down at you. “You sure you wanna test that?”

“Well, you’d have to let me go to actually do your turn,” you quip.

He raised a brow at you and chuckled, “You think I can’t do that with you in my arms? Watch and learn, princess. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pressing you to his chest and dragged you along with him while he picked up a bowling ball and then walked forward to throw. Your arms wrapped around his waist so that you wouldn’t fall, your feet dragging over the floor.

“Hold tight, tiny,” he chuckled and leaned forward to throw the ball, tilting you back. All pins fell down and he laughed as he tilted you upright again. He smiled as he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, his eyes flickering down to your lips for a second before going back to your eyes. The urge to kiss was almost too strong to resist but he knew he had to. He wanted to do this right and not rush it. But fuck, you were making it hard with your eyes staring up at him, your body still pressed to his, the lipgloss on your lips looking so sweet.

He took a step back, his hands shifting to your hips again. The thumping in your chest took a moment to calm down as you both continued the game, with Yunho winning, of course.

After you both finished your drinks and put your own shoes back on, he grabbed your hand in his and walked with you to the front desk to return the shoes. He couldn’t deny that he felt pride being seen with you, holding your hand in public. He had thought of this since freshman year, watching you from afar, always wondering if you’d ever go for someone like him. Now, three years later he was finally on a date with you and, not to toot his own horn, but it was going quite well.

He lead you outside and you both slowly walked to his car. Once you reached it, he used his grip on your hand to turn you to him. You looked up at him, unsure of what to do now. You hadn’t been on many dates but you really did want him to kiss you. Your tongue swept over your lips for a second, his eyes following the movement.

“Fuck, I can’t…” he muttered and you didn’t have any time to figure out what he meant by that when you felt his hand cup your cheek. He leaned down and kissed you. Softly at first, relishing in the soft gasp you let out. His lips moved over yours, his hand caressing your cheek. You gripped his shirt, needing to hold onto something so you wouldn’t do something embarrassing like stumble or squeak. His tongue swiped over your lips, asking for entrance.

He was right. Your lipgloss is the sweetest thing he ever tasted. At least until you opened your mouth and his tongue dove into your mouth. He grunted and pushed you against the side of his car, the hand that was on your cheek going up to tangle in your hair.

One of your hands moved up to his shoulder, holding onto him as you felt his tongue move against yours. You could still taste the soda on him that he had earlier and, shit, it was the best thing you ever tasted and you didn’t want this kiss to end.

He used the grip on your hair to tug your head back, biting slightly at your lip. The moan you let out reverberated in his head and he desperately wanted to hear more. He thanked heaven, hell and whatever the fuck was in between that the parking lot was deserted because there was no way he could hold back the growl that left him as he felt your hand on his nape, pulling him closer.

He broke the kiss, slightly breathless, his eyes dark as he took in your flushed cheeks and swollen lips. That godforsaken lipgloss smeared.

“You know what this means, right? You’re my girl now,” he declared, his voice rough with barely held back desire.

You couldn’t deny that your thighs clenched at his words but you still said “No.”

His grip on your hair tightened.

“No?” he challenged.

“Ask me.”

You could tell he didn’t expect that. He looked genuinely confused at your statement.

“You declared you were picking me up for a date and I didn’t mind. But you need to ask me to be your girlfriend,” you tried to keep your voice steady. You actually didn’t mind his assertiveness but you still wanted to make him work for it.

You could see the shift in his eyes and how smile got a little bit darker, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Will you be my girlfriend, tiny?” he asked you, pressing closer to you.

“Yes,” you swallowed, this time not being able to keep your voice from breaking.

“Good girl.”

His lips crashed to yours again, pulling your hair and swallowing your moan. He pulled back before he could get carried away but your whine had him twitching in his jeans.

“I don’t wanna screw this up,” he admitted.

“Yunho,” you whispered.

“We don’t have to but, fuck, baby… can I taste you?” he asked and he was ready to beg if that’s what it took. Your small nod was all he needed to open the door to the backseat of his car and push you inside. He climbed over you, pulling the door closed.

His lips found yours again, your fingers tangling in his hair. His self-control was hanging by a thread at this point, finally having you under him, being able to call you his.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this, wanting you…” he mumbled against your lips.

A small whimper escaped your lips and you pushed his leather jacket off his shoulders, running your hands along his shoulder blades. You felt him grab one of your thighs and wrap it around his waist. The bulge pressing against you felt bigger than you expected and had you clenching around nothing.

Could you…? No, fuck… not on the first date.

Yunho’s fingers slipped under your sweater, barely grazing your stomach. He felt your muscles twitch under his touch, making him chuckle against your lips. In one swift move he pulled your sweater up over your head and discarded it onto the floor of his car. His eyes found your breasts, covered by a black bra with a little bow in the middle. A little present just for him.

His focus shifted back to your face as he felt you grab at his arms. He leaned back down and began trailing kisses from your cheek to your jaw, all the way down to your neck. Your pulse was racing, matching his own. He felt like he could drown in the scent of your perfume if you let him. His teeth sank into the skin on your neck, where he made sure to leave a hickey. He wanted people to know the girl everyone believes to be so pure belonged to him, the guy who regularly got into fights.

“Yunho,” you whined into his shoulder.

“I know, princess,” he grunted into your ear. His fingers found the button of your jeans, slightly trembling with anticipation. Once he had opened your jeans, he looked up at you with a questioning look. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Use your words, tiny,” he demanded.

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Louder.”

“Yes, Yunho,” you whined.

He smirked at the neediness in your voice and began to pull your jeans down your legs. He threw them to the front seat of his car, his hands grabbing the underside of your thighs and spreading your legs to make room for his shoulders.

You felt slightly embarrassed that your panties did not match your bra but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Take your bra off for me,” he commanded, looking up at you from between your thighs and you couldn’t help but obey him.

His lips parted as your boobs were revealed to him. He leaned up, his mouth finding your nipple and gave it a flick with his tongue. You arched up into his mouth, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He growled and his hands fisting the waistband of your panties until you heard the rip of fabric. You looked down and saw him pocket the ruined panties, now completely bare before him. He shifted himself back down between your legs, both thrown over his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” his voice was dark and heavy with desire. He ran a finger up your slit to your clit, a light teasing touch. He let out a moan and dove down to lick a stripe between your folds, closing his eyes at the taste. There was no way he could ever stop, no way he could ever let you go now. One of his hands held down your hips as you twitched underneath his ministrations.

One hand grabbed at his hair while the other flew up to hold onto the door of his car. You tried to keep your moans down but the feel of his tongue dipping into you made it impossible. Your thighs tightened around his head but it didn’t stop him, if anything it made him more eager to have you fall apart on his tongue. You looked down and saw his eyes looking up at you, watching your every reaction. He sucked at your clit and you pulled at his hair, making him moan into you, the vibrations of his voice making everything feel more intense. It had been a while since someone touched you and it was never this good so you could already tell you weren’t going to last long.

Yunho trailed one hand up to your breast, a finger rubbing softly over your nipple while his tongue alternated between flicking your clit and lapping at your entrance. Every whine and moan fueled his desire for you, wanting to record them so he could listen to them whenever he wanted. He could tell you were close when your thighs shook around his head. He focused his tongue on your clit and pressed a hand down on your stomach.

The pressure on your stomach and the relentless stimulation of your clit and nipple had you coming in seconds. Your fingers pulled at his hair while you moaned his name. Your thighs crushed his head but he didn’t let up. As overstimulation set in, your other hand also flew to his hair and you tried to push him away while you whined.

“Too much, please, Yunho, please…” you whimpered, words barely coherent.

He took pity and pulled his mouth off, licking his lips. His face shone with your juices and despite basically grinding on his face a minute ago you blushed.

He chuckled softly as he saw your flustered expression and slowly crawled up to your face, giving you a soft kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on him and it made your stomach flutter in need again. He pulled away and you tried to catch your breath.

“Are you okay?” he murmured softly while brushing your hair away from your face.

“Mhm,” you hummed, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. He continued running his fingers through your hair, covering your body with his to keep you from getting cold. He helped you put your bra and sweater back on when you stopped him.

“Wait, what about you?” you questioned, looking up at him.

“You think I’m gonna taste the girl of my dreams and not cum in my pants?” he replied, his voice rough. He saw your eyes drop down to the front of his jeans, your cheeks burning red.

“So don’t worry about me, tiny. I wanted to make you feel good,” he reassured you.

He helped you put your jeans back on, minus your panties that he ripped and stole. Once you had buttoned your jeans, you grabbed his nape and pulled him down to kiss him. He let out a surprised moan and pulled you closer. His lips left yours reluctantly.

“Let’s get you home before your mom kills me,” he chuckled.