#yunho imagines

[woozinhos]

Huge congrats on 400 followers!! You’ve quickly became one of my regulars now. 🤭

Could I request double penetration with Seonghwa and Yunho? 🥺 and maybe the three of them getting caught in the act by like Hongjoong at the end? 🫣

Notes: this is well overdue but enjoy did it as lil Drabble lmk if you want it longer!

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Seonghwa and Yunho had you sandwiched between them, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as they took turns thrusting into you. You were on all fours, your face buried in the pillows as you moaned and whimpered in pleasure. Seonghwa was behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pounded into you from behind. Yunho was in front of you, his lips on your neck and his hands playing with your breasts.

"You're doing so well, princess," Seonghwa praised, his voice low and rough. "Taking us both so well." Yunho nodded in agreement, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel amazing," he groaned. "So tight and wet for us."

They both picked up the pace, their thrusts becoming more forceful and erratic. You could feel the bed creaking beneath you as they fucked you relentlessly, your moans getting louder with each passing moment. Seonghwa's fingers dug into your skin, leaving marks as he held you in place. Yunho's mouth moved down to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites.

"You're so loud," Seonghwa teased. "Do you want Hongjoong to hear us?"

"Yeah, I bet he would love to see us wrecking her like this," Yunho replied, his eyes dark with lust. Just as the words left his mouth, the door to the room swung open and Hongjoong stood in the doorway, his eyes widening in shock.

Hongjoong froze in place, his mouth hanging open as he took in the scene before him. He had never seen anything like this before, and he wasn't sure how to react. Seonghwa and Yunho didn't stop moving, but they did glance over at Hongjoong with amused grins.

"Hey, Joong," Seonghwa said casually. "You're just in time for the show." Hongjoong's face turned even redder, if that was possible. He stuttered out an apology and tried to back out of the room, but Seonghwa stopped him.

"Come here," Seonghwa commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. Hongjoong hesitated for a moment, but eventually he obeyed and walked over to the bed. He couldn't tear his eyes away from you, his gaze raking over your body. Yunho chuckled and patted the spot next to him. "Sit down, Joong," he said. "Join us."

[gahyunlovers]

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yunho (ateez) lockscreens ꪆৎ !

[starcrossedmusings]

Pretty Hands

Pairing: best friend!Yunho x f!reader WC: 3.2k Warnings: eventual smut, reader has a thing for Yunho's hands (who doesn't??), swearing, fingering, choking, a little bit of degradation (he compares her to a whore literally once), PRAISE so much praise, Yunho talks reader through it (you're welcome), pov is kinda all over the place just let it be, Yunho is absolutely WHIPPED for reader teehee, probably some other things that I missed (let me know)

Summary: You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

A/N: This is entirely self indulgent and also I just wanted to get something full posted. The Phantom fic is turning out to be much longer than I originally anticipated (and so did this one once I started writing it). Let me know what you think♡

Stepping into Yunho's apartment had always felt like coming home, and today was no exception. You take your shoes off in the tiled entryway and pad your way through the main living area, calling out to him as you walk.

"Yun? I'm here!"

His muffled response flows down from the end of the hall, "Bedroom!"

You make your way through the back hallway and enter his room, finding him exactly where you thought he would be, focused in on his computer. There's a selection of empty drink cans and snack wrappers scattered around his desk, which tells you that whatever he's currently building on Minecraft has probably occupied the majority of his day so far. He pauses the game and turns his chair to face you.

"Whats up?"

"Got bored at home and my roommate isn't even trying to muffle her pornstar moans for her new boy toy."

Yunho barks out a laugh, "Does she seriously sound--"

"Just like it Yun I can't make this shit up. I'm starting to think maybe they're recording themselves in there."

Yunho wiggles his eyebrows as he stretches his arms up and over his head, leaning back in his chair. "Well, if I ever see your living room on Pornhub I'll be sure to let you know"

You crinkle your nose. "Ew. I do NOT need to know that."

"Whatever, don't act like you haven't been talking to me for weeks about how horny you are. If I have to hear about your vibrator dying one more time I'm gonna buy you a new one myself."

"You try getting unintentionally edged three nights in a row with a full charge, it's some bullshit Yun. Besides, I'm allowed to complain about my dry spell."

Yunho scoffs, tone playful and lighthearted. "Dry spell? It's been what? Two months?"

"It's been three thank you very much." You move to sit on his bed.

"Well some of us haven't had sex in much longer."

"Oh, please, that girl that San was messing around with was all over you at his birthday party last month, don't tell me you didn't take that opportunity."

Yunho raises his eyebrows in shock, leaning forward in his chair. "Wait, really?"

"Oh my GOD Yun you are so oblivious. Yes really. She was all giggly and twirling her hair and shit. That's like...girl flirting basics."

"I am not oblivious, I am actually quite observant. I could tell you things about yourself you don't even know. I just have my sights set on someone and that someone is not her."

You shoot him an incredulous look and snort out a laugh, leaning back to lay down completely on his bed, legs dangling off the edge. "Sure Yun, whatever makes you feel better."

You hear Yunho stand from his chair and feel his weight shift onto the mattress. He appears in your vision, a challenging playful sparkle in his eyes as he peers down at you. "Okay, fine. I can tell that you're trying out a new perfume, you just went shopping because your leggings are a different brand than you usually wear, and I know that you washed your hair last night because you're wearing it all the way down today."

You do your best to ignore the way your stomach summersaults at his attention to detail about you and your routines. You roll onto your side and prop your head up on your elbow, matching his challenging gaze. "Okay Sherlock Holmes. What kind of underwear am I wearing then?"

Yunho pauses to consider before responding "a thong, probably black." You grin triumphantly and lean in just a bit closer.

"Wrong. I'm not wearing any. You lose!" You stick your tongue out playfully at him and he swats your shoulder, falling back onto his mattress.

"You set me up!"

"Face it Yun, I'm just better than you."

"Yeah yeah, whatever" Yunho pouts, voice hightening slightly from surprise. He can feel a slight redness creeping up his ears and prays his hair has grown long enough to cover it. 'I'm not wearing any.' He clears his throat. "So why go commando? You finally planning to seduce your new conquest?"

"He is not a new conquest, he doesn't even know I like him."

"He will once he knows you aren't wearing any underwear for him" Yunho jokes, smiling cheekily. You smack at his chest.

"I didn't want to do laundry last night, asshole. Get your mind out of the gutter!"

"You're one to talk" he mutters under his breath.

You sit up fully and reach for one of the pillows at the top of his bed, slamming it down on his face. "Jeong Yunho I swear to god!" On your second swing, he manages to catch the pillow with one hand and pry it from your grasp, but not before giving you an entirely unhelpful image of his long fingers gripping the plush material.

"What?? All I ever hear you talk about lately is how tall and handsome this dude is and how much his hands make you drool."

"You sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous, I'm pissed that I have to hear all about him and don't even get to know what the dude's name is."

"I told you, I'm gatekeeping this time. You run your mouth too much."

"I do not!"

"Do too."

"Ugh FINE whatever," Yunho chucks the pillow back towards you and you dodge it, leaving both pillows on one side of the headboard, "You're so agitating."

"You know you love me Yun. But just for the attitude," You adjust both pillows and shuffle your way back until you're leaned against both of them, "no pillow for you for tonights doomscrolling session."

He huffs a laugh and scoots up to meet you, pulling out his phone and settling in against the headboard.

An hour later you get up to go to the bathroom, and when you get back Yunho has stolen both of his pillows. You frown and cross your arms. "Hey, asshole, those were mine!"

"Yeah?" He taunts playfully, "Well they were mine to begin with, and my back is killing me. So deal." You roll your eyes and cross back over to the bed, crawling over the side you've been sitting on and curling yourself into Yunho's side to rest your head against his chest. You feel him tense slightly underneath you before he moves one of his arms around your shoulders to let you lay more comfortably.

"There's no way in hell I'm sitting up against that cold ass metal frame you call a headboard." You mutter as you begin scrolling. Yunho's chuckle rumbles through his chest and tickles your cheek. You both sit in silence for a while, content to scroll on your phones. Eventually, you turn to look up at him from his chest.

"I meant to ask how your new project has been going. Whatever you were building when I came in looked pretty intense." You can see the faint tinge of red trail up his ears and neck--a telltale sign that whatever you caught him building makes him embarrassed. You sit up, propping your weight on your elbow and placing a hand on his chest to shove him slightly. "Ooooo now you have to tell me what it is!"

"It's embarrassing..."

"Tell me tell me tell me tell me--"

"Okay fine, fuck. I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh--"

"I won't I swear!"

"Pinky promise?" He holds his pinky out to you, and you raise a hand from his chest. Before you can lace your pinky in his, he pulls his hand up above his head. "I'm serious, Y/N, if you laugh I'll have no choice but to tickle you to death."

He's definitely not stalling because he has to come up with a reply, because he certainly hasn't been building a treehouse for you in what he hopes will one day be a shared server. Yunho thinks to himself that he would rather die than let you find out.

You scoff, "I won't laugh...and even if I did I'm not ticklish so your threat is a moot point."

Yunho drops his hand down onto the mattress. "Bullshit."

"It's not. I don't have a ticklish bone in my body."

"Liar."

You shake your head, and Yunho takes the opportunity to gently press the pads of his fingers into the sides of your ribs. The sensation hits you almost immediately, and you feel the tight feeling in your chest as he begins tickling you. You squeal and thrash around in his grasp, trying desperately to get away from his assault.

"Yun stop it--"

"Not until you admit you're a liar!" You begin to giggle and manage to roll away from him, but Yunho is quick to follow. He swings a long leg over your hips and pins you beneath him, a single large hand trapping both of your wrists above your head while the other dances across your ribs. "Admit it," He sings out.

"Okay! Okay fine I'm a liar!" You gasp out between laughter. Yunho beams down at you and immediately stops tickling your sides, leaving you panting underneath him--

Oh fuck...you're panting underneath him.

He can almost feel the shift in the air as he stares down at you. He knows he should move, just roll off of you and make up some bullshit lie about what he was building. You like someone else, and he clearly wasn't getting out of the friend zone any time soon. He's just making a fool of himself...and yet he just can't bring himself to stop memorizing the way you look splayed out beneath his hips. Eventually he forces himself to stop staring at the way your chest rises and falls or the sliver of your tummy that's poking out from underneath your shirt that's riding up. He locks eyes with you.

Your voice comes out softer than he's ever heard you speak before. "Hey Yun?"

"Yeah?"

"You know that mystery guy I've been telling you about? The one with the pretty hands?"

A twinge of annoyance flairs in his stomach and he can't help but grumble out his reply. "Yeah?"

"I'll give you a hint. He's got me pinned to the mattress right now."

Yunho feels his heart drop deep into the pit of his stomach.

"Like...like right now he does?"

You laugh lightly. "Yeah, right now, Yun."

Yunho swallows thickly as his head starts spinning. He leans down much slower than he would have liked to, giving you plenty of time to take it back--to laugh at him and tell him you got him good. He feels like his whole body lights ablaze when you close the final gap between your lips, and suddenly he is kissing you.

In almost any circumstance that you had seen Yunho kissing someone, he was always fast-paced--hot and heavy petting in the corner of a darkened bar, dares in drunken party circles--which is why you were floored at the reverence he was kissing you with now. His mouth was steady and intense against yours, his hands roaming slowly across the expanse of your torso like he was memorizing the feel of something priceless. You gently pull your hands from his grasp and tangle them in his hair, pulling him closer and matching his intensity with your fervor. You feel his hands make their way to the lower hem of your shirt, and your skin erupts in goosebumps as you feel his fingers ghost along the sliver of skin there. He breaks the kiss and you feel his breath fan across your face as he pants. His hands gently make their way to rest just under your shirt, not quite pushing the fabric up. He locks eyes with you.

"Is this okay?"

You chuckle gently. "Yes, Yun, you can touch me. I want you to touch me." You watch his eyes darken and his hands start running up your torso, pulling your shirt up with them.

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"

You exhale heavily and arch your back into his touch. "Anywhere...everywhere...I don't care."

Yunho smirks and feels his ego inflate. "You don't care? Hmm..." He starts planting kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. Slow. Teasing. "If I remember correctly, you seemed pretty keen about having my hands in some specific places baby. Can you refresh my memory?"

The low whine that escapes your throat nearly sends him spiraling. "You know where...don't make me say it."

He does know, but there's nothing he wants to hear more right now than to hear you say it. He brings one hand up to your chest, cupping one of your boobs and squeezing gently as he continues peppering your neck with kisses. "Was it here? Or..." His hand trails back down and grips your hip possessively, "Here, maybe?" He hears you huff and feels your hand wrap around his wrist. You try to tug it up, and he chuckles softly but allows you to move his hand. He nips your earlobe and asks lowly, "Where do you need my hands baby?" He feels his cock twitch in his sweats when you wrap his fingers around your throat, guiding him to squeeze the sides gently. Your hands run down his chest and drop to your sides as he squeezes a little harder. "Fuck, look at you. So pretty with my hand around your neck."

You whine and buck your hips up, desperately looking for friction. Yunho coos as he looks down at you, wanting to have the image burned into his memory. He adjusts his position so he's sat on one side of you and brings his free hand to your thighs, squeezing the flesh there and watching the way you spread your legs for him. "Pretty girl, I need you to use your words. Spreading your legs like a whore isn't gonna get you what you want." He revels in the way you throw your head back onto the mattress and close your eyes, frustration evident already on your face.

"Need your fingers, Yun. Please."

Holy shit, he could combust right then and there. He smiles and traces his hands along the inside of your clothed thighs. "Good girl. So polite for me." He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your leggings and pulls them down and off, leaving you bare from the waist down. "Sit up for me baby. I want you between my legs."

Yunho sits on the edge of the mattress and allows you time to sit up, moving to sit in between his thighs. He hooks your legs over his, leaving you spread and completely at his mercy. A shiver runs down your spine as the pads of his fingers run across your thighs and you gasp as they brush against your core. He presses kisses into your neck and chuckles, "You're already soaking wet, what's got you all bothered hmm? I've barely touched you..." Yunho hums and teases your entrance with this middle finger. He can feel you clenching. "Do you like my hands that much baby? All it takes is a little choking and you're putty for me." He pushes two fingers inside, pumping slowly and curling back to find your sweet spot. He feels pride flare through his chest at the noise you make, a mix between a whine and a moan that eggs him on.

Your toes curl as Yunho almost immediately finds your g-spot. The pace he sets is almost perfect, and when he begins rubbing tight circles on your clit your eyes roll back into your head. The pleasure is a building wave, and it's all you can do to keep yourself remotely still as he continues pumping his thick fingers in and out. "Oh my god, Yun, please don't stop!" You clench helplessly around his fingers and let your head roll back to rest on his shoulder.

"Awe baby I'm not gonna stop. Not until I see how pretty you look cumming all over me. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?" he coos, bringing his other hand back up to your throat and squeezing lightly. "Will you cum all over my fingers? I bet you want to right? Wanna come on my fingers while I squeeze this pretty neck of yours?"

You whine and preen at his words and arch your back. Your legs begin to shake as Yunho's circling on your clit quickens pace just slightly, the thrusts of his fingers audible from the squelching between your thighs. Your breath quickens.

"My pretty girl, you're such a mess for me, aren't you? Can you hear how wet you are? All soaked for me? I bet your hands don't feel as good as mine hmm?"

You shake your head no violently, whining as he continues to talk lowly into your ear. Your orgasm builds quickly, and at this point you have no faith in your ability to speak coherently.

"No, they don't do they? I want you to show me how good my hands feel baby. Let go for me, sweetheart."

Your breath catches in your throat as you tip over the edge, and the feeling of your release washes over you. Your whole body jolts in his grasp as he continues pumping his fingers. You feel him squeeze your throat gently, just enough pressure to remind you that he's got you.

"Atta girl, look at you! Doing so good for me." You whine and buck your hips, orgasm still riding through your body. Yunho nips at your neck lightly and slows his pumping to a stop as you continue to shake. "That's it baby, just grind on them for me." The final aftershock of your orgasm finishes, and you go limp in his arms, leaning all of your weight back into his chest and breathing heavily.

Yunho pulls his fingers out and admires the mess you made on them before popping them into his mouth. He's still rock hard, and the taste of you on his fingers makes him twitch again. He'll definitely need your help with that later. He uses the hand around your neck to brush a stray hair from out of your face. "How are you feeling?"

You huff out a breathless laugh and turn your face to nuzzle into his neck. "How do you think I feel? That was...wow."

He can't help the goofy smile that crosses his face. "Oh really? Tell me more, I'd like a full report." He jokes, pulling the two of you down to snuggle on his bed. He grabs a throw blanket from your side and pulls it over the two of you and nearly melts when you curl closer to him, burying your face into his chest.

"Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll show you exactly how I'm feeling right now." Yunho rubs a hand up and down your back.

"I look forward to that."

"And then afterwards you're going to show me what you've been building."

Yunho chuckles and kisses the top of your head. No way in hell.

[seobinghard]

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18+ MDNI

dom!yunho, dom!mingi x afab!sub!reader ⭑ tags: best friend!au ⭑ tw: corruption kink, size kink, dubcon, manipulation, subtle sub/dom space, somnophilia, praising, finger sucking, unprotected sex (pls use protection), creampie. lmk if i missed anything ⭑ summary: you should've known better.

best friends!yunho and mingi love having you sit in between them. whether you're on the subway, at the club or on the couch binge watching old hollywood movies. you just look so small and fragile with your cute glossy eyes and pouty lips, they can't help but feel the urge to protect and be close to you all the time. sometimes, they'll sneak their arms around your waist or slip their hands between your thighs, large palms gently caressing your bare skin, but that's only because the movie is scary and they want to help you relax. right?

when you've had one too many drinks at hongjoong's after parties, yunho would beckon you to come over and sit on his lap. "y/n, c'mere." you'll snuggle up to him like a little kitten and lay your legs on mingi's as he absentmindedly fiddles with the straps of your heels, hooded eyes flitting from your lips to the curve of your breasts. from afar, people are staring and whispering but you don't care. because yunho and mingi always tells you "they don't know us, baby."

and you believe them. you believe them completely because best friends always tell the truth, right?

yunho and mingi are always there to catch you when you fall.

flat tire? calling yunho. "i'm on my way, angel." bad day? facetiming mingi. "talk to me, pretty girl." every time there's a minor inconvenience in your life, you're running straight to your favourite boys because they just know how to handle anything and everything with such ease and responsibility. problems fixed. cheque signed. "it's okay, angel, we got this."

no one loves you like yunho and mingi.

they love you so much.

so when mingi tells you to wear his t-shirt and only your panties to bed, you happily nod "okay!" with no second thoughts because he only wants you to feel comfortable when they cuddle you to sleep, right? that must be it.

i mean, you do this all the time; cuddling. it's a way for them to feel closer to you; 'bond' with you, as they put it.

you love cuddling sessions with yunho and mingi, they're always so gentle with you. your petite frame a perfect fit between their broad chests, legs the perfect length for mingi to slide his knee in between as he spoons you. your skin is so soft he could tear you open like a present but he wouldn't do that. no, not to his sweet angel girl. so instead, he snakes his arm under your shirt and pulls you closer to his body so you can feel how much he loves you.

"mhm, so perfect for me," he whispers in your hair, fingers playing with the thin lace of your panties. you smell like fresh cut roses.

"you like it when we touch you, angel?" yunho asks calmly, tracing his finger along your jaw and down your neck. face propped on his elbow, he watches with a smile as you soften under his touch, nodding and purring at the affection you're receiving from both men.

"i like it, yuyu."

"you'll do anything for me and mingi, right, baby?"

"mhm, anything for yuyu and mingi," you slur, fatigue creeping up your spine.

you feel mingi smile against the nape of your neck.

something about the air feels tight and different tonight but you don't question it. you don't want to question it. especially when yunho stares at you with so much tenderness, it leaves your heart grasping for more. it's intoxicating; their scents—clean and musky like the faint trace of skin.

as the night unfolds, your eyes flutter shut as sleep takes over you.

you love best friends!yunho and mingi. nothing in the world comes even close to the euphoria of being the object of their adoration.

so when you wake up to soft pants in your ear and aching an pain between your legs, will you still love them?

"f-fuck."

mingi's groan snaps you out of your haze as you gradually slip back into your senses only to find your panties slid to the side and your best friend's sloppy wet dick inside your barely stretched-out cunt.

the sound of skin on skin cuts through the quiet of the room as mingi slams his hip into your ass at a pace so desperate, so rough it leaves you clawing at yunho's sweater with tears in your eyes. "y-yuyu? what's happening?"

yunho looks at you with eyes you've never seen on him before—chilling and dark with lust. he's quiet, eyes trailing the way your breasts bounce with every hard thrust you're forced to take from behind. soft moans slip past your lips, melding with his best friend's strained groans and the squelchy sound of your sobbing cunt.

"told you she likes it," mingi chuckles, voice crazed and raspy, one hand sliding up to grab at your neck. "yeah, you like that, baby? tell yunho you like being woken up to my dick inside you."

"i– ngnhh– i like–" your mewls are cut off when mingi slips two fingers between your folds, toying at your clit like it belongs to him. like you belong to him.

"oh, my angel," yunho coos, caressing your cheek before slipping his thumb inside your mouth. "you're so naughty."

you want to tell him 'no'—no, you didn't ask for this. but who are you to act like you're not enjoying it when you're a spluttering mess in your best friend's bed.

"shh, why're you crying?" his words are so sweet yet mockery drips from every syllable. "now, now, don't cry, my angel. be good for mingi."

yunho revels in the sight of your teary cheeks as your tongue laps around his thumb, drool leaking down your cheek and onto your pillow. god, you're fucking beautiful, he thinks, feeling his dick swell with every helpless whimper you make. he grabs your jaw and slips his tongue in your pretty little mouth, sucking at your bottom lip, and swallowing any confusion you're still harbouring, because you're not meant to have any.

the rules have been clear from the start; you belong to them. not their fault you're too gullible to see what's in front of you all this time.

"you said you'll do anything for us, remember?" yunho breaths.

"y-yes— nngh—" you whimper, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach. "mingi, i can't—"

you're close and mingi can sense it from the way you're clenching around him.

"fuck, cum for me, baby. that's it ... that's it."

it only takes you digging your nails in his hair and letting out a scream of his name for mingi to cum. he empties inside you and drops his head on the pillow, letting out a guttural groan against the back of your neck as you both come down from your high.

"such a good girl," yunho smiles, stroking your hair lovingly, "always so good for us."

his smile quickly fades.

"now turn around."

© seobinghard 2025. all rights reserved.

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[yeorisanaxox]

telling bf!ateez that a guy waxed you

Back again w the CRACK, lots of usage of the word “pussy”

MDNI 18+

a/n: yes I am fully aware that I went mia for a while 😭 Mostly bc I was too lazy to write and the other part is that I lost motivation. Tho smaus aren’t considered traditional writing but it’s still another form of storytelling which I’m finding to enjoy and am thinking of making a permanent thing here! If yall are into these, pls lmk!! Feedback feedback feedback I can’t stress enough how important it is. Not just for me but for fic writers all around 🙏🏾

written by yeorisanaxox. No translations or reposting. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] ✨

[bontentrio]

ATEEZ and ALMOST BREAKING UP

ot8 x gn reader

summary: you’re in a relationship and one of you (or both) want to break up.

tw: angst (insecurities, arguments, reader flinches sometimes but it’s not violence) but with happy endings because i am weak + fluff + slight nsfw in mingi’s + alcohol in jongho’s.

a/n: i got carried away with yeosang’s and jongho’s my apologies 🙏 rqs are open btw! (also i promise i’m working on ateez stuck in the friendzone part 2 but i have this scheduled for today)

HONGJOONG

you stared at hongjoong in bewilderment. he was sitting down in front of you, with tears in his eyes that threatened to spill if he blinked. he looked so… fragile. as if one single word or touch from you could break him. yet you sat there, with confusion painted all over your face.

“i’m sorry, what?” you asked.

“i think we need to break up” he whispered, as a tear rolled down his cheek and looked away. so you didn’t hear wrong.

“i don’t agree” you said, taking his hand in yours. “what brought you this thought?” you asked, making him look down. you waited a few moments, not wanting to pressure him into talking. then, hongjoong lifted your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.

“i’m always busy, we haven’t seen each other in a while and i take too long to reply to your texts” he explained. “you deserve someone who is always there for you”

“but don’t i get a say in this? i knew what i was getting into when we started seeing each other” you started saying as you scooted closer to him, in order to lift up his face to look at you. once your eyes interlocked, you cradled his face and continued: “yeah it sucks not being able to see you as much as i wished to, but also it’s not like i’m unhappy. i cherish the small moments we spend together, it makes me eager for the next one”

“but-“ he started saying, but you interrupted him with a kiss. at first, hongjoong sat still, surprised by your sudden actions, but then he kissed you right back. “no buts joong, we are not breaking up. i love you and i still want this. i still want you” you whispered against his lips, reassuringly.

he nodded in response, believing you.

SEONGHWA

“can we talk for a moment?” you asked seonghwa, who immediately felt his blood run cold at the question. he dropped his phone and studied your face: you looked sad, tired even.

realization struck him as quick as alighting: you’ve been avoiding his kisses for at least two days now, and he’s been brushing it off thinking you were just in a weird mood. i mean, yes it bothered him, but he also loved you too much to not give you space if you needed it. he always wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. but maybe he was wrong about that?

“is something wrong, my love?” he asked with a shaky voice as he took your hand in his. he chose to ignore the way you slightly flinched at his touch, or else his heart would break even more.

“i think-“ you started saying, looking down at your intertwined hands. his hold was gentle, as he always has been. kind, gentle, beautiful, all things you were not. “i think we should take a break”.

you looked up to him, and immediately regretted it: tears formed in his eyes, threatening to spill, while his lips were parted, probably trying to think of what to say. the scene completely broke you, and further proved your point about your insecurities.

“did i do something wrong?” he whispered, not trusting his voice to speak louder without breaking. your eyebrows furrowed, how could he think that when he’s been nothing but perfect in every way? “if i did i’m sorry y/n, i’ll change, but please don’t leave me”

you hugged him tightly, hiding his face on your neck as he sobbed. you didn’t realize you started crying too. “i’m sorry baby, you didn’t do anything wrong” you started saying after a while, pulling him back and cradling his face “it’s me, it’s all me and it has always been me. i’m the problem and i’m always holding you back, i’m sorry hwa”

“holding me back? what do you mean? baby you’re my motivation” seonghwa said, wiping away your tear with his thumbs. “but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted by him:

“no, don’t ever say that again. you’re my star, y/n”.

YUNHO

normally, you would find yunho’s angry face hot, but now that it’s directed at you? not so much. not when he’s staring at you like you’re a waste of time and space, which only made your anger bubble up more.

“don’t just sit and stare at me! can you please give me a response? it’s not hard yunho” you exclaimed, earning a big eye roll from him “it’s a simple yes or no question: were you flirting with them?”

“god y/n you can be so annoying! no i wasn’t flirting, but now i wish i was so i could have a valid excuse to not see you again!” yunho yelled, standing up abruptly from his seat, making you take a step back unconsciously. this action didn’t go unnoticed by him, quickly realizing that surprise took over your face for a moment, before turning back to anger.

“if you don’t want to see me again then let’s just break up. i’m setting you free yunho” you said in anger, contrasting the way your eyes started watering.

you turned around in order to leave, not wanting him to see you cry, but he grabbed your hand, stopping you. when you turned around, you saw that his hard expression had softened, anger slowly dissipating.

“wait, don’t leave” he started saying “i’m sorry, i wasn’t thinking straight when i said what i said. i love you, i didn’t flirt with them and i don’t want you to leave”

yunho’s eyes silently begged you to forgive him, as he brought you closer to him slowly, testing the waters. when he realized you weren’t going to move away, he wrapped his arms around you. “i’m truly sorry baby, please don’t leave. i love you”.

you cried softly on his chest, as he thought of ways to make you forgive him completely. he refused to let you go.

YEOSANG

“i think this should end, y/n” he said suddenly, making you turn around in your spot at the kitchen. you looked at him confused, tea cups still on your hand.

“you mean the habit of us having tea together before bed?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. yeosang stood up from the coach, and approached you slowly as you took notice of his sad face. “you know what i mean” he whispered once he reached you.

you shook your head “no, actually i don’t. is this about the argument earlier? i forgave you already, it’s all good yeo i promise” you replied quickly, setting the tea cups aside and proceeding to hold his arms. yeosang stared at you, it seems like he was about to cry as well, becoming all too real.

it’s rare for you to argue honestly, often choosing to just talk things out calmly. but earlier that day, ‘talking’ seemed impossible, as constant yelling filled the room. yeosang had promised, once again, to take you out on a date to celebrate your anniversary (two weeks and a half ago), but due to his idol duties he cancelled again. you have had enough, so things escalated rather quickly, making him leave your shared home with a loud shut of the door.

thing is, hours later yeosang showed up with a small bouquet of flowers and asked for forgiveness. he also explained to you how overwhelmed he felt at the moment with all the upcoming comeback preparations. you understood him obviously, and decided it would be better to just move the date until after promotions.

so everything was fine, all forgiven. what brought this now? “baby we barely see each other, except late at night like right now” he started saying, biting his lip so he could stop the tears from spilling out “you deserve someone better”.

“yeosang you are the ‘better’ you’re refereing to! i don’t want anyone else” you answered, hugging him. “i just want you, all of you, even with your weird and long schedules. i still want to feel your kiss on my cheek every time you leave and i still want to have tea with you late at night”

yeosang kissed you, pouring his whole soul and love in it as he held you impossibly closer than before. after a while, he reluctantly broke it, face still close to yours.

“i’m sorry, i love you” he whispered.

SAN

“no” he said, shaking his head as he looked at you with an unreadable expression “no, we’re not breaking up”

“but-“ you started to argue, kind of getting annoyed at the way he dismissed your previous statement. it’s been a week since fans started suspecting of your relationship, after a sasaeng had caught you at a restaurant celebrating your first anniversary. the media was going wild, even going as far as searching up your socials and sending malicious messages, all telling you to break up with san and that you’re harming his idol image.

“i said no, baby” he said, kissing your cheek and taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom “let’s go to bed”

“san! i’m about to ruin your career, i can’t just brush it off like it’s nothing! we need to break up, or at least take a break until everything calms down” you exclaimed, taking your hand back. san stared at you, face still unreadable but with some traces of hurt evident in his eyes. he took your hands again.

“you’re not going to ruin my career, love” he started saying, holding your hands tighter as if he was scared of letting go “kq’s management is handling it, they assured me everything will be fine because the angle of the photo didn’t show my face, and the couple behind us hid my body as well, so it’s not noticeable that it’s me”

you thought for a moment. truth is, you love san way too much to bring him harm, as small as possible it may be. he knew this, but his reasoning made sense. for all the media knows, the guy in the picture could be a lookalike.

“please” he said, barely above a whisper. you nodded, kissing his lips reassuringly. it’s going to be okay.

MINGI

the room felt heated, despite the different pieces of clothing that have been mindlessly discarded all over the place. mingi’s mouth never left yours, tongue entering your mouth as if it was it’s second home. his hands were everywhere: massaging your chest, holding your waist, playing with your ass, caressing your thighs. you felt him everywhere, all at once.

“we should really break things off” he said, in between kisses. you nodded, letting out a small moan when his lips found your neck. “definitely” you managed to say.

you and mingi have been arguing a lot recently, sometimes over silly small things like laundry or house chores, and other times the argument would revolve around hin forgetting important dates or your stubbornness to remember that he is an idol and is, of course, busy.

mingi’s hands went back to your ass, slapping it lightly and making you jump. he proceeded to hold your thighs, pulling you up to his height as he pressed you against the wall. he kissed you again, desperately and deeply.

“min-“ you started saying, or attempted to say since his lips made it near impossible. he bit your lip in response. “mingi”

he hummed against your lips. “this is not what breaking up means” you managed to say, pulling the back of his hair lightly but enough to make hin groan. “i know, but what if it is for us? i know you’ll miss this, miss me. now hold tight” he answered, unbucking his belt as you held on him tightly to not fall while he maneuvered with his pants.

once he was done, and pressed you harder against the wall, your trail of thought immediately disappeared. if it was a good or bad decision, or something that would become cyclical, that would be a problem for the future.

WOOYOUNG

“we should break up” you said, as a matter of fact. you stood in front of him, arms crossed as a serious expression adorned your face. wooyoung, in contrast, was sitting on your shared bed, mindlessly scrolling through social media. he didn’t even bother to look up.

“and why do you think that, baby?” he asked, still not looking at you, which caused your eye to twitch slightly. “exactly because of things like this wooyoung! i’m trying to break up with you and you don’t even care!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms in the air dramatically.

wooyoung blocked his phone and set it aside, sitting up straight in the process. his eyes found yours, probably trying to decipher how you were feeling. “are there any other reasons?”

“you don’t have time for me-“ you replied. “i still see you every night unless i’m on tour, and even in that circumstance i call every day” he interrupted. “okay, but you also never help me around the house” you argued. “baby, i literally cook half of your meals”.

“but-“ you started saying, only to be interrupted once again by wooyoung: “see? no reasons, no break up” he said, patting your head and returning to his phone.

“you’re impossible” you said, sitting beside him with your arms still crossed against your chest. wooyoung kissed your cheek “i know, but you love me nonetheless. plus i know this was an attempt to prank me as revenge for last time”

your eyes widened in surprise.

“HOW?!”

JONGHO

you might have taken a few too many drinks at tonight’s night out with your friends, so they had to call your boyfriend jongho to come and pick you up. thankfully, he answered quickly and said he would be there in 10.

“noooo you called jongho?” you asked, tipsily as you grabbed your friend’s hand that was holding your phone. “he has to wake up early tomorrow! he shouldn’t be driving around, he has to rest!”

“someone has to get you home, babe! plus he seemed fine, i promise” your friend answered in between giggles watching you pout.

once you spot jongho, your whole face lit up involuntarily, as if it was a reflex. once he reached your table, he hugged you from behind, pecking your cheek. “thanks for calling me and taking care of her” he told your friends. you clumsily bid your goodbyes to your friends and turned to jongho, ready to go.

“you shouldn’t have come, jongs” you started saying as he buckled up your belt in the passenger seat. “you have a long day tomorrow”

“it’s no problem baby, i couldn’t sleep anyways” he said, jogging back to the driver’s seat. you looked at him, thoughtful expression on your face for a few moments. “what?” he asked, chuckling as he drove the car out of the parking lot.

“you weren’t able to sleep because i was out? or because you weren’t feeling tired?” you asked, curiously. for someone who was terribly drunk, you sure got philosophical. add that to the long list of things jongho finds endearing about you.

“little bit of both i guess” he answered, stopping at a red light. you stayed quiet, strangely so, which caused jongho to turn his face to you to check if you fell asleep. but you weren’t. instead, you looked at him with tears in your eyes. “baby? what’s wrong?” he said, slightly panicking, not caring that the light turned green. since it was late at night, his car was the only one there at the moment.

“i’m a burden to you” you concluded, tears rolling down your cheeks “i’m holding you back and you should leave me”. huh?!?!

“baby, what are you talking about?” he asked in confusion, before frantically holding your face and wiping your tears away with kisses. “you always appear to save the day jongs, and i do nothing in return” you whispered, looking deeply into his eyes.

“you do more than you realize, y/n” he said, kissing you once more. “but you’re drunk, and i know nothing i’ll say will stick in this state. so let’s talk about it tomorrow, yes?”

“promise?” you asked, in a tiny voice. “i promise” he reassured.

[gingersxng]

NSFW AUDIO 🎧

Soooo, I’m back again:)

A quick fuck session with Yunho to make your legs shake.

[kyeomofhearts]

Yunho x Chubby!Reader Headcanons <3

[☻] I’ve been thinking about Yuyu a lot 💔 so here we are! Made this in 30 minutes so please excuse any mistakes!

[nsfw content after the ‘keep reading’ header] mdni!!

☆ Yunho’s the type to always need some sort of physical touch when it comes to you. Like he’s mindlessly touching you (both sexual and non) whether that be by holding your hand or simply caressing your shoulder. Your physical presence just soothes him you know?

☆ Is not quiet about you at all, as he should. Right after your first date he almost changed his relationship status to ‘taken’ on all of his social media accounts. And now as a happy couple, he makes sure to let everyone know who his gf is and just how much he loves you! He even has a ‘I love my gf’ shirt with one of the very first selfies you sent him.

☆ Laying his head on your thighs is his favorite thing in the world. As soon as your fingers make their way to his scalp he’s gone. He just loves how warm and plush you are.

☆ Loves, absolutely loves, how soft and plump your skin is! Even if you get self-conscious about your stretch marks or cellulite, he will always make sure to show you how much he adores your body.

☆ Loves eating with you. Restaurants, takeout, or homemade… it doesn’t matter. There’s just something about seeing you eat happily that brings him so much joy.

☆ Okay, let’s face it… since Yunho is on the thinner side, he just can’t help but always gravitate towards you. Especially when it’s cold out, you bet he’s soaking up all of your warmth! You’re his personal heater and he will not be letting you go.

☆ Would absolutely not change a single thing about you whatsoever. Which he makes sure to remind you on those days where you feel a bit insecure about yourself. He thinks and knows that you are perfect just the way you are.

☆ Omg and the sex? Absolutely nasty.

☆ Almost loses all self control when he sees your body in its full glory. Absolutely touching everything and anything as soon as he is within arms reach.

☆ Body worship is through the roof.

☆ Yunho is a simple guy, he just can’t help himself when he sees your boobs and ass.

☆ Loves being rough because then that means he gets to see your body jiggling from how hard he’s fucking you. Also loves marking you up, seeing his hand imprinted on your ass just spurs him on even more.

☆ Is down to do any position with you so as long as he can still see your beautiful body.

☆ Surprisingly enough, he can pick you up and manhandle you like it’s nothing. (You were definitely shocked the first time he lifted you off the ground)

☆ Would be honored to die in-between your thighs. There’s no better way to go out than by eating out the love of his life. If he could, he would just stay in-between your thighs for the rest of his life (it doesn’t even have to be sexual!).

☆ Also loves when you ride his face. Despite your apprehension, he will almost always need to make you cum this way first before actually getting down and dirty.

☆ He cannot honestly get enough of how much there is to grab when it comes to you. There’s been a few times where he just wants to stay still and become one with you.

☆ Absolutely spoils you with lingerie! Even though he prefers you naked most of the time, lingerie on your body just does something to him. There’s nothing better than coming home after a long day to seeing you waiting for him in lingerie, it’s like a reward honestly.

☆ Yunho just loves you so much, he doesn’t know what he would do without you being in his life.

☆ Which is why he plans on proposing to you soon. He’s still trying to get the date down but the ring is already hidden away in his drawer. He hopes that you know how serious he is about you when you see the ring, it’s a Darry ring of course.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

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

SOFT DOMINANCE / OBEDIENCE WITH YUNHO

pairing ✭ dom!yunho x gn!reader

word count ✭ 0.4k

part 2 | part 3

warnings/notes: yunho calls them "baby" & "pretty,” this isn’t smut, just something i’ve been obsessing over all day 🙂

yunho is absolutely the kind of guy who just fucking thrives off of obedience. it doesn't always have to be overtly sexual, either (though it often can be, especially for him). but his favorite form is telling you to "come here" whether verbally or not.

like he'll see you stressing over a heavy workload or an argument you had with a family member. you're pacing the kitchen, trying to ease your nerves, clearly way deep in your own head. he'd call out your name from across the room and beckon you to him. "come here, baby," he'd command gently.

he's seated at a barstool, so he'll slot you between his legs, grabbing your shaking hands. he'd love how easily you came to him. no hesitation. because you trust his intentions. he'd ask you, "what's wrong, pretty?' and he'd just kiss your knuckles and palms while you told him.

another time he'd be lounging in bed, glasses on the bridge of his nose while he reads a book on top of the covers. when you walk in the bedroom you're on the phone with a friend. he watches you chat with them as you change into pajamas and wash off your face. when you step out of the bathroom, he catches your eye and holds out his hand. a simple gesture to tell you to get in bed with him.

still on the phone with your friend, you'd take his hand and climb into bed with him without hesitation. he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your hair as you chat with them, smiling every time you get a bit animated.

in public, things don't change at all. if you go out to a bar with him and your friends, he's always there to keep an eye on you while you have fun. he doesn't interfere with your fun, but he's always careful. he wants you to drink and dance without any risk of mishaps or creeps, so he's just there to step in if you need it. and sometimes you definitely do.

you'd be chatting up at the bar with your friends and the bartender, but unbeknownst to you, you have a few spectators who aren't him. the two strangers had been watching your little group the whole night, and, when by some accident, your friends leave you alone at the bar, they take that as a chance to move in.

you wouldn't notice them at all, but you'd catch yunho's eye across the bar. all he has to do is beckon you to him with his hand and you come straight into his arms. no questions. his dead stare at the strangers would ward them away, so he'd kiss your cheek and ask you how your night was going. letting you live in drunk oblivion in the safety of his arms.

[seonghwaddict]

the best of the best — jeong yunho

in which yunho didn’t expect his tiring shift to end with fucking the prettiest girl who’s ever walked into the clinic.

ripperdoc!jeong yunho x fem!reader. genre. smut. cyberpunk 2077 au. warnings. non-sexual use of daddy, explicit sexual content mdni, big dick!yunho but what else is new, fingering, BACKSHOTS, yunho is a tease, implied voice kink, creampie, he gets a little rough, nicknames (pretty, baby, princess). wc. 2.5k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this is really REALLY rushed because i was hit with inspiration and started writing without actually stopping so like sorry if it’s ass lol. her cyberware is based on this.

DEFINITIONS. ripperdoc; medical practitioners that can install cybernetic prostheses, called cyberware // eddies; game currency. feel free to ask for any clarifications.

listening to. cyberpunk, ateez (duh).

masterlist.

yunho sighed as he threw a bloodied towel into the sink, hands finally clean after having installed some new cyberware on a customer. his day was spent operating edgerunners, never quite seeming to catch a break. but what else could he do as the best ripperdoc in the district, let alone this shithole of a clinic? besides, he somewhat liked his job and the pay was good, his way with words getting customers to give him a few more eddies than they were obliged to.

but, alas, it was finally closing time and he’d no longer have to deal with people until the next day. or at least that’s what he hoped.

the familiar sound of the clinic’s door rang through the lobby, singaling someone had entered before he could lock up and making him sigh in exasperation. he pinched the bride of his nose, calling out over his shoulder from the backroom, knowing whoever it was would still be able to hear him. “we’re closed, come back tomorrow!”

“please, it’s an emergency!” the person replied and he froze.

a desperate, feminine plea. yunho can’t say he’s used to hearing that tone in the clinic. with furrowed brows, he emerged from the backroom to the lobby, right behind the counter as he laid his eyes on you. he was obviously much taller than you, looking up at him with round doe eyes and softly flushed cheeks. you wore a short black skirt and a loose sweater; not a sight he was used to here either, not that he was complaining as his eyes momentarily flickered to the sliver of cleavage exposed by the low neckline. maybe he could make an exception… no. he wanted nothing more than to go home, and a pretty little thing like you couldn’t just magically change his mood.

“my ‘ware has been acting up and i heard this is the best clinic in the area,” you walked closer to the counter, one of the steps looking particularly painful as you winced mid-sentence and stumbled before continuing, “please, sir, i promise i’ll pay you well.”

he looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, letting a beat of silence wash over you before he finally answered with a sigh, “fine. go through that curtain and wait on the table. the metal one.”

you followed his hand to see him pointing at a curtain much like the ones separating beds in hospitals. with a quiet nod, you shuffled over as he ducked through the door he previously came out of. there was a small space behind the curtain and it reeked of hand sanitiser as you sat down, the table cold against your thighs. you smoothed your skirt down as he walked through the curtain and set down a tray of tools on a desk pushed against the wall.

“so, where’s the problem?” he asked, crossing his arms and giving you a once-over that had you feeling a little nervous.

“my back,” you muttered, looking down at your hands shyly as they played with the hem of your sweater, “i’ll have to take this off, if that’s okay.”

“oh, um…” he blinked before nodding and clearing his throat, moving to stand behind you. “yeah, it’s fine, go ahead.”

after a moment of hesitation, your body stretched lightly as you pulled the shirt over your head, his jaw nearly dropping at the sight. an intricately designed thin silver chrome spine merged with your skin and extending from between your shoulderblades down to just above your ass. instinctively, he reached out and brushed his fingers down the length of it, biting his bottom lip as he caught the way your back arched slightly.

“god, you’re a masterpiece.” he couldn’t help but sigh out as he let his fingertips explore the metal and the skin surrounding it. the clasp of your bra covered up just a little bit of it, but there was plenty more to see. after a moment, he caught a glimpse of a little spark in the metal on the small of your back, humming. “i see the problem… must be some sloppy wiring. i’ll take care of you, baby, just relax and stay still. you can do that for me, can’t you?”

“y-yeah.” you practically squeaked out, mentally slapping yourself for making it obvious how his words and touches made you feel.

he grinned but didn’t say anything, reaching for his tools and beginning to work. as he did, he deliberately brushed his fingertips or his wrist against your skin, against anywhere he could reach while fixing the wiring between the blades of the metal spine, just because he enjoyed messing wiht you. your waist seemed to get the most reactions out of you, unable to hold back your hitched breaths and your thighs pressing together. you were so sensitive and sweet, trying to hold back all your sounds as he riled you up with teasingly calculated touches.

“how’d you pay for this, anyway? a mod like this must’ve cost a fortune.”

“my daddy paid for it,” you explained with a shrug, “i’ve been wanting something like this for forever, so he let me get it done on my 18th birthday.”

he raised his eyebrows in surprise, nodding with a soft smile. “well, baby, you must be daddy’s pride and joy if he’s willing to drop so much on an implant like this that does nothing but make you look that much more appealing.”

“appealing?” you echoed his description of you, glancing back at him over your shoulder, “you think so?”

“of course, i’m not blind,” he roles his eyes playfully, licking eyes with you before going back to work, “in fact, i’m jealous i wasn’t the one to install all this ‘ware.”

it didn’t help that as he talked, his breath fanned over the back of your neck since he adjusted the table to raise you higher for him to work more comfortably. you learned each other’s names as he talked you through the procedure, trying to distract you from the occasional prods of a needle and sparks of the wires. he also liked to watch goosebumps form on your skin and the way your back arched just a little more as he responded to your words with low hums or muttered acknowledgments.

his hands feel a little colder than your skin as he barely runs them down your back, eyes trained on the gleaming metal. the tips of his fingers momentarily dipped below the back of your bra before slipping out again.

“does anything hurt?” he asked quietly, in a tone he noticed always made you stutter a little.

“n-no.” you shook your head before holding your breath, feeling his hands covers your waist and move down slowly, holding your hips lightly.

“good.” he hummed, nodding and removing his hands before stepping away from you completely.

the loss of his hands made your brows furrow as you looked at him, stepping into your line of vision with his back turned to you as he put away his tools.

“did you need something, princess?” he tilted his head at the sight of the pout you were trying so hard to hide, voice taking on a mocking tone.

your cheeks warmed and your brain short-circuited as he took a step toward the metal table he sat you on, standing a breath away from your knees and leaning down to your eye level. his hands braced on the table of either sides of your hips. if he wanted to, he could lean forward just a few inches and his lips would finally press against yours.

“you.” you blurted out without thinking, unable to process any thoughts in the flustered state he put you in.

“me, huh?” yunho chuckled, silky and low, fingertips brushing against the hem of your skirt as he pulled himself up to his full height and looked down at you. “a ripperdoc like me who works in heywood fixing cyberware? you need me, baby?”

flustered and a little speechless, you could only nod, lips parted as you left out soft breaths and looked up at him with eyes that begged him to kiss you. his hands left your skirt but found you again quickly, one on your waist and the other cupping the side of your face, half of his hand buried in your hair as he leaned down and finally pressed his lips against yours.

a whimper made it past you as his tongue swiped along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, mingling with yours and exploring. you felt him smile against your lips as you let out that sound, his fingers in your hair holding you a little tighter as his hand on your waist slid down your thigh. you, however, didn’t feel that hand moving until his fingers pressed against your soaked panties, somehow easily finding your clit through the fabric and eliciting a whine as he pulled his lips away from you.

“so wet and i’ve barely done anything.” he whispered, kissing you again as he nudged the fabric aside to run two digits through your folds, quiet squelching sounds mixing with your little moans and whimpers as he circled your clit excruciatingly slowly.

not expecting his hands to feel so good, you couldn’t stop your hips from squirming, unable to kiss back very skilfully. he circled your clit with just the right speed and pressure, keeping you restless as your pussy clenched around nothing and click slowly dripped out to smear against the table and inner thighs.

yunho gave your swollen nub a sudden pinch and you winced, your hands on his biceps clenching as he pulled away from you with a click of his tongue. “didn’t i tell you to stay still, princess?”

you parted your lips to respond but could only moan languidly as his fingers easily pushed themselves into you, crooking and perfectly prodding against your sweet spot.

“do my fingers feel too good? is it too much for you, pretty?” he mocked with a fake pout, drawing his fingers out before pushing back in. you felt his hand drop from your hair to reach for something and with a push of a button, the table lowered itself smoothly.

moments later you were on your knees, facing away from him, hips pulled up and chest pushed down. some time while he moved you to this position, he managed to remove your skirt and bra. your nipples brushed against the cold surface of the table, shuddering at the feeling combined with one of his hands kneading your ass intently while the other ran down the length of your spine. as he got to the small of your back, he pushed down a little harder, making your back arch.

“hm, so pretty and perfect,” he hummed as his clothes and very much erected cock pressed against your flushed core. you let out a broken whine, burying your face into your forearm comfortably, his fingers sliding through your folds again and spreading them apart. he groaned at the sight, your wetness glistening in the neon lighting of the clinic, spread between your thighs messily, needy hole fluttering.

when he finally pressed his tip into you and eased his way in, your breath hitched followed by a moan of his name, hands clenching as you pushed back against him. he steadied your hips with his hands, eyes rolling back from your tightness as he bottomed out and stilled to revel in the feeling if you wrapped around him for a moment.

butterflies roared in your stomach as he leaned down and kissed the top of your spine sloppily, pulling out before rolling his hips against yours. you weren’t used to this angle, especially not with someone as huge as him, but your embarrassing amount of arousal made it easy for him to move. you cursed softly, a string of whines and moans falling from your swollen lips as his fingers dug into your hips and his teeth explored your upper back, licking and sucking and biting marks into your skin.

“f-fuck, you feel s-so good.” he moaned, forehead dropped between your shoulder blades for a moment before he straightened up again, pulling your hips against his harshly as he thrusted into you, teeth sunk in his bottom lip.

not long after that you felt a knot quickly tightening in your abdomen, feeling your breath knocked out of your lungs with each snap of his hips. one of his arms wrapped around your waist before venturing lowers so he could rub at your clit quickly, the knot drawing tighter and tighter until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“y-yunho- i’m g-gonna-“

“let go, baby. go on, be a good girl and cum for me,” he cut you off, voice gentle despite his rough movements, snapping the waistband of your panties against you, “you’ll cum for me, won’t you? i’m making you– fuck, i’m making you feel so good, right? p-please cum, baby, just let go.”

his words egged you on and soon enough you did as he said, shuddering and clenching and squealing as you came all over his cock, your juices drooling down his length as he continued pounding into you. his hand left your clit to grab your hips tightly, chasing his own high now that you finished. knowing what he needed, you clenched around him rhythmically, whimpering softly because you knew he liked the sound.

without warning, he spilled himself inside you, filling you up with his hot release. your combined panting and shivers filled the area as he emptied himself. once he collected himself, he pulled out slowly, shuddering as he did so before tucking your panties back into place before his cum could seep out of you. he flipped you around easily and found your lips.

you kissed each other lazily for a while, mind foggy after your orgasms. you gasped against his lips softly as you felt his fingers press right on the fabric covering your hole.

“if you can keep everything in while i close up, i’ll take you to my place for another round… or maybe a few more,” he kissed your cheek, reaching to the side and giving you your clothes before tucking himself back into his pants, “if you’re up for it, of course.”

you giggled, also kissing his cheek in return. “i’d like that, actually. you have a really good dick.”

“is that so? good thing a pretty girl like you only deserves the best.”

networks. @cromernet @wonderlandnet @cultofdionysusnet @pirateeznet @atzhouse

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[yungistiny]

they would pull up on you like this at the club and then take you back home and make an eiffel tower

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND YUNHO

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taglist: @yukichan67, @bang-chan-my-man

[yuyu1024]

IM NOT OKAY!!!

[igbylicious]

under the new moon [yunsan x reader]

pairing: yunho x f reader x san

rating: 18+

genre: werewolf au, smut, hurt / comfort

summary: an altercation with a hunter leaves you wounded, trapped in an aggressive frenzy, but Yunho and San know exactly how to safely bring you back home to them.

wc: 2.9k

general warnings: established relationship, supernatural werewolf strength for everyone, she/her pronouns for reader, pov switches, mentions of blood & injury, reader killed a werewolf hunter in self-defense, a pinch of angst, reader is literally feral and tries to fight yunsan first, they calm you down w/ sex yay

smut warnings: dom Yunho & San, feral sub reader, rough sex, manhandling, scratching, choking, biting, breeding kink, belly bulge, they got big dicks ofc, cum inflation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, knotting, DP (vaginal & vaginal / anal), vaginal / anal fingering, bodily fluids as lube, unprotected sex, pet names (good girl, darling)

a/n: idk yall, it’s not even themed for the mv i don’t know what happened??? maybe it was San’s fur coat maybe it was just the wolf living in my chest cavity. either way this was written in an unedited frenzy in the dark hours of the night, have fun! ( ˘ ³˘)♡

The forest is dark. Only stars shine overhead, the new moon casting no light on the trees and underbrush. Two large wolves prowl through woods, their path guided by the thick, metallic scent of blood.

The forest is quiet. Even during a new moon, its wildlife knows better than to cross the two predators. Even when unable to tap into the full height of their powers, they are dangerous.

Even more so when they are agitated with anger — and worry.

Yunho sniffs at the blood streaked over the bark of a felled tree. It’s still fresh. It’s yours.

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[memorabxlia]

Cum for me ━ 윤호

genre: smut summary: you had your night cut out for you... warnings: language, unprotected sex (wrap up irl!!), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, mentions alcohol (def forgot something) pairing: nonidol!yunho x fem!reader wc: 3k a/n: DAY 8!!! nets: @blossomnet @k-labels @k-films

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm, amber glow across the room. Outside, snowflakes drifted lazily from the night sky, blanketing the world in a silent, white hush. Christmas lights twinkled from the tree in the corner, their colors reflecting off the ornaments like little bursts of joy. The scent of pine and cinnamon mingled in the air, wrapping the room in a cozy, intimate embrace.

Yunho leaned back against the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He looked effortlessly at ease, his sweater clinging just enough to hint at the lean muscle beneath. His arm rested casually along the back of the couch, his fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder. You shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his touch even through the fabric of your sweater. Your heart thrummed in your chest, a quiet but insistent rhythm that seemed to echo the soft hum of the fire.

“This is nice,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. His eyes—dark, warm, and impossible to look away from—met yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine, one that had nothing to do with the winter chill outside.

“It is,” you agreed, your voice softer than you intended. You took a sip of the spiked hot chocolate in your hands, the warmth of it spreading through you, loosening your nerves. But it wasn’t just the drink making you feel this way. It was him. His presence. The way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the room worth his attention.

The silence settled between you again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was loaded, charged with something unspoken. You glanced at him, catching the faint curve of his lips, the way his eyes lingered on you.

“What?” you asked, feeling your cheeks flush.

He tilted his head, a small, almost mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Just… enjoying the view.”

Your breath hitched, and you looked away, pretending to focus on the fire. But you could feel his gaze on you, steadfast and unrelenting. It was like he could see right through you like he knew exactly what you were thinking. And maybe he did.

The air between you shifted, growing thicker, heavier. Your pulse quickened, your palms dampening against the mug in your hands. You set it down on the coffee table, the clink of ceramic against wood startlingly loud in the quiet room. When you turned back to him, he was closer, his body angled toward you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“Yunho…” you started, but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t even sure what you were going to say.

He didn’t say anything either. He just leaned in, his hand sliding from your shoulder to the back of your neck, his touch firm but gentle. His breath ghosted across your lips, warm and tantalizing, and you couldn’t help but part them, a silent invitation.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow, deliberate, his lips moving against yours with a kind of urgency that made your head spin. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer, and you melted into him, your hands finding their way to his chest. You could feel the steady thump of his heart beneath your palms, the heat of his skin through his sweater.

The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours, and you moaned softly, the sound swallowed by him. His other hand found your waist, his fingers splaying possessively against your side. You could feel the tension in him, the restraint, like he was holding himself back. But you didn’t want him to.

You broke the kiss, just enough to breathe, to look into his eyes. They were dark, almost black, his pupils blown wide with desire. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and you could see the effort it took for him to keep himself in check.

“Yunho,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I…”

He didn’t let you finish. In one swift motion, he stood, pulling you up with him. His arms wrapped around you, lifting you effortlessly, and you gasped, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried you to the couch, his steps sure and unhurried, and laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours.

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes roaming your face like he was memorizing every detail. Then he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, guttural rasp that sent a shiver through you. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You didn’t have time to respond. His lips were on yours again, more insistent this time, and you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands moved to the hem of your sweater, pulling it up and over your head in one fluid motion. The cool air hit your skin, raising goosebumps, but you barely noticed. His hands were everywhere, skimming over your ribs, your stomach, your breasts, and you arched into his touch, a needy whimper escaping your lips.

He pulled back, his eyes raking over you, and you could see the hunger in them, the barely restrained desire. His hands went to his own sweater, tugging it off, and your breath caught at the sight of him. His chest was lean but defined, his skin smooth and warm in the flickering firelight.

He moved over you again, his body pressing into yours, and you could feel the hardness of him through his jeans, the evidence of his desire unmistakable. You reached for his belt, your hands trembling slightly as you fumbled with the buckle. He watched you, his breath coming in short, sharp pants, and when you finally managed to get it undone, he helped you push the jeans down, kicking them off along with his boxers.

The sight of him made your mouth go dry. He was thick, hard, and achingly beautiful, and you couldn’t help but reach for him, your fingers wrapping around his length. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking into your touch, and you stroked him slowly, reveling in the way he responded to you.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his voice strained. He caught your wrist, stopping your hand, and leaned down to kiss you again, his tongue delving into your mouth. “Not yet. I need to feel you.”

He reached between your legs, his fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties, and you lifted your hips, letting him pull them off. His hand returned, his fingers skimming over your slick folds, and you gasped, your back arching off the couch. He slid a finger inside you, then another, and you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice thick with lust. He curled his fingers, hitting that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and you cried out, your hips bucking against his hand.

“Yunho, please,” you begged, your voice breaking.

He didn’t make you wait. He positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you

"Yunho, please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. His dark eyes locked onto yours, intense and unwavering, as he slowly pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You could feel the heat of him, the way he stretched you just enough to make your breath hitch. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

"You want me to take you?" he asked, his breath hot against your skin. You nodded frantically, your hips already rocking up to meet him, desperate for more. He chuckled, the sound deep and throaty, and then, with one slow, deliberate thrust, he sheathed himself inside you.

You gasped, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely. He was huge, stretching you in ways you hadn’t thought possible, and yet it felt perfect. Like you were made for him. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed against yours as his breath came in ragged pants.

"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

You moaned, arching your back and digging your heels into the couch for leverage, silently urging him to move. He obliged, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, the force of it knocking a choked cry from your lips. He set a rhythm, deep and relentless, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

"Ah—Yunho!" you cried out, your hands clawing at his shoulders as he drove into you again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your gasps and his groans. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as his hips continued their relentless pace.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with need. "I can’t get enough of you." You could feel the intensity in his movements, the way he was holding back, trying to savor the moment, but the heat between you was too much to contain.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his hips stuttering for a moment before he adjusted his angle. Suddenly, his thrusts hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and you cried out, your body tightening around him.

"Fuck, Yunho—right there!" you gasped, your nails raking down his back as he aimed for that spot again and again. The pleasure was overwhelming, building and building until you felt like you might shatter from it. He reached between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight circles, and you screamed, your body convulsing as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you.

"That’s it, baby," he growled, his voice rough and strained as he felt you clench around him. "Cum for me. I’ve got you."

You could feel yourself unraveling, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful as it ripped through you. You clung to him, your nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as you rode the wave, your hips bucking against his as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were gasping for air.

But he didn’t stop. He kept moving, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, as if he was chasing his own release. You could feel him trembling, his muscles tight with tension as he held himself back, determined to make you cum again.

"Yunho—I can’t—"_ you whimpered, your body still sensitive from your first orgasm, but he just growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you down onto him with each thrust.

"You can," he said firmly, his voice low and commanding. "I’m not done with you yet."

You moaned, your body responding to his words despite the overstimulation. He was relentless, his cock hitting that spot inside you again and again until you felt the pressure building once more. This time, it was different—deeper, more intense—and you knew there was no stopping it.

"I’m—I’m gonna—"_ you cried out, your voice breaking as the second orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, tearing through you with such force that your entire body went rigid. You could feel yourself tightening around him, your muscles spasming as the pleasure consumed you, and he groaned, his hips stuttering as he finally let go.

"Fuck," he hissed, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, filling you with his release. You could feel the warmth of it spreading inside you, and the sensation was enough to send another wave of pleasure rippling through you as you trembled beneath him.

He collapsed on top of you, his breath coming in ragged pants as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, rapid and erratic, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you both caught your breath.

"You’re amazing," he murmured, his voice soft and filled with awe as he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck. You smiled, your fingers threading through his hair as you basked in the afterglow, your body still humming with pleasure.

But then, you felt him shift, his cock still buried inside you as he lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine.

"One more," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "I want to hear you scream my name one more time."

Your breath caught in your throat as he moved, his cock sliding out of you before he flipped you over onto your stomach. You barely had time to process what was happening before he was behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you back onto him. You gasped as he entered you again, his cock filling you to the brim as he began to move.

"Yunho—"_ you whimpered, your body already trembling with anticipation. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as he whispered in your ear.

"Scream for me, baby. Let me hear you.”

And you did. Your voice shattered into a moan as he hit that spot inside you, the one that made your vision blur and your toes curl. Your body convulsed, clenching around him as you came, and he didn’t stop. He kept moving, his cock relentlessly pistoning into you, dragging out your orgasm until you were trembling, overstimulated and overwhelmed.

“Y-Yunho, please—it’s too much—” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the sound of skin slapping against skin. But he only chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up your sides to grip your shoulders, pulling you back against his chest as he continued to fuck you.

“You can take it,” he murmured, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Just one more. I know you can do it.”

You wanted to protest, to tell him you couldn’t possibly cum again, but your body was already betraying you. The friction of his cock inside you, the way he angled his hips to hit that spot over and over—it was too much, and yet, it wasn’t enough. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, your hands reaching back to grasp at his thighs as he pounded into you.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough with desire. “Cum for me again. I want to feel you squeezing my cock.”

And just like that, you were falling apart again. Your body arched, your back pressing against his chest as another orgasm crashed over you, more intense than the last. This time, you screamed his name, the sound echoing in the room as you came harder than you ever had before. Your nails dug into his thighs, your body shaking uncontrollably as he continued to thrust into you, his pace never faltering.

He groaned, his hands sliding down to grip your hips again as he fucked you through your orgasm, his cock buried deep inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered, his voice strained. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could even process his words, he was pulling out of you, leaving you empty and aching. You whimpered, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm, as he flipped you onto your back. His eyes locked onto yours, dark and hungry, as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock brushing against your sensitive entrance.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice firm but gentle. You obeyed, your eyes meeting his as he pushed into you again, slower this time, savoring the way your body wrapped around him. “You’re mine, baby. And I’m not done reminding you of that.”

You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. His eyes never left yours, his gaze intense as he watched you fall apart beneath him. You could feel every inch of him, the way he filled you completely, and it was almost too much. But you didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted it to stop.

“Yunho—” you gasped, your nails digging into his skin as he angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your entire body light up. He smirked, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

“You,” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. “I belong to you.”

He kissed you then, his lips claiming yours with a ferocity that left you breathless. His tongue slid into your mouth, tangling with yours as he continued to move inside you, his cock hitting that spot with every thrust. You could feel it again, the pressure building low in your belly, your body coiling tighter as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he said against your lips, his voice rough with desire. “Cum for me again.”

And just like that, you shattered. Your body convulsed, your legs wrapping around his waist as you came, your nails scratching down his back. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he felt your walls clench around him, pulling him closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping your hips as he began to thrust harder, faster. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby. You’re gonna take every last drop.”

You nodded, your body still trembling from your orgasm as he slammed into you one last time, his cock buried deep inside you as he came. You could feel him pulsing, filling you with his warmth, and you moaned, your body still sensitive as he collapsed on top of you, his breath hot against your neck.

He stayed like that for a moment, his cock still inside you, as he pressed soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. You could feel his heart racing, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and satisfaction.

You smiled, your hands running through his hair as you whispered, “So are you.”

He chuckled, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth and desire.

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[starberryhwa]

[sneak peek] eyes on you.

pairing: yandere! yunho x afab! reader.

genre: college au, yandere, strangers to... lovers??, eventual smut.

wc: tbc

tags: nsfw (18+) MDNI. stalking, obsession, perverted yunho (kinda reader too), non consensual photos, basically all the good ol' yandere stuff. mentions of a (small) injury, mentions of physical violence. masturbation, sort of mutual masturbation, pet names (angel, baby, sweetheart etc.). explicit descriptions of wet dreams, somno but not really?. unprotected sex (not encouraged folks 👎🏼) switch sub leaning! yunho, switch dom leaning! reader, hair pulling, corruption kink, dacryphilia, teeny bit of knife play, inappropriate use of a belt, oral sex, spit, choking, body worship,, name calling (slut, whore, bitch etc).

tulip's notes: hihi back with a sneak peek of the intro of my 2nd fic! i've been wanting to write this for the longest time.. so please feel free to leave feedback/asks/reqs etc. i really appreciate it ᵔᴗᵔ and my dms are always open for anything!

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wishing everyone a great day ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅!!

jeong yunho was a nobody.

he was pretty sure even his professors of the past couple years still hadn't noticed his presence in classes, let alone know his name.

and then there was you.

it was just another monday morning: you were (as always) rushing to class and yunho was (as always) struggling to carry a heavy stack of books from his umpteenth visit to the library this week. and without realising it, you two collided.

the sound of multiple thuds of books falling to the gravelly road and a tall figure bumping into you was startling, and even though you seemed to be in a hurry, yunho remembers you took the time to help him gather up all of the fallen books, loudly muttering "i'm so sorry" repeatedly. he noted how the fuzzy, oversized, sweater you'd worn had become untucked from the side of your flared jeans. how your nails were filed clean, prim and proper but your wrists adorned by numerous hair ties and bracelets that seemed to all be one big tangle.

"i'm so sorry once again, i wasn't looking" you said.

"it's alright, i clearly wasn't either so it's no problem'" yunho smiled.

"thank you for not losing your shit at me, most people around here would've...sorry, i didn't catch your name?" you questioned.

she wanted to know his name. no one wanted to before.

"yunho" he said with a tight-lipped smile. "and you?"

"i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you!" you brought your hand up to look at your watch. "shit, i've got to get to my class" "but see you around yunho!" and with a quick goodbye, you scurried off, not waiting for his reply.

but it didn't matter to him. because for the next week, all yunho could think of was your pretty smile, your kindness, and your angelic voice.

repeating his name over and over.

jeong yunho started to feel like a somebody.

[full fic coming very soon! tag-list open 🌱]