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bananayuyu · 4 days ago

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a match made in hell

pairing: Yunho x f reader

genre: smut, academic rivals

word count: 8.0k

summary: your hatred for him was understood by all; tall, confident, smart, he was everyone's worst nightmare. but what happened between you and Jeong Yunho was anything but normal

warnings: smut, MDNI, cnc vibes, reader is not very mentally stable or well adjusted, implied obsessed!yunho, throat fucking, breath play kinda, reader straight up faints for a bit, unprotected sex, it's dark so please heed the warnings <3

a/n: y'all I started working on this before In Your Fantasy dropped, and I still can't believe the lyrics match this fic so perfectly 😭 sorry I've been gone for a while, life has been genuinely insane, but I finally got this one coherent piece of writing done. I hope y'all enjoy <3

“I’m handing your exams back today,” Dr. Kim called from his desk, the entire room going silent in anticipation, save for a few low groans audible from the back corner of the room. “I’ll rip the bandaid off, only two of you passed.” His eyes flashed to you in the center, then to the front row, where a head of black hair sat high above the rest. He collected the stack of papers in his hands, thick despite there only being twelve of you. He looked up warily, bracing himself as if expecting the room was about to explode. “All I ask is that you save the arguing for the hallway, or preferably, outside. I’m sure the birds will appreciate the heated discussion.”

He surveyed everyone, eyes passing again over you and the tall man sat in the front row, just three seats ahead. Dissatisfaction purred in your stomach. So too did a building anger. Twitching in your seat, you kept it at bay, shooting looks at the worried students sitting around you, knowing they all were contemplating the weight of Dr. Kim’s words.

Should you feel bad that they’d be leaving with nothing after this?

Try as you might, you couldn’t feel bad for them, not yet. It was still possible your fate would be the same as theirs, if you couldn’t outscore a certain student sitting in front of you. To think that Jeong Yunho of all people could take Dr. Kim’s elusive assistant researcher position from you was a truly sickening thought.

“No surprises here,” Dr. Kim quipped under his breath as he passed Yunho his exam, that wicked smile he saved for his favorite student painting his features in pride. You wanted to rip that little smile right off every time you saw it; he never whispered his praises low enough to be unheard, making it clear he felt no shame in playing favorites.

The rest of the room remained uncomfortably quiet as he quickly made his way to each desk, disappointment clear in the hunched shoulders of every one of your classmates.

“I was quite impressed, good work,” he said as he approached you, making your head snap up in shock, along with Yunho’s. It wasn’t your passing grade that was a surprise; you both had been top of this class all semester. The shock was at his words, as never once had he been this kind or genuine to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, nodding your head as he made his way further back, more groans following as the worst grades were handed to the back row.

You took in what you hoped was a subtle deep breath, then looked at your paper. 77%, ouch. It was your worst mark all semester, but you doubted Yunho’s was much higher given how long the exam was. You hadn’t managed to answer every question, as fast as you’d forced yourself to work. Dr. Kim was clearly pushing you all, not having expected so many students to survive this long.

“Well, as you all know, one failed exam means you’re out of my class,” he said, back behind his desk and eyeing the clock sharply. “You will still get credit towards your degrees, but you are out of the running for my assistant research position, so there’s no reason to continue attending my lectures. I’ve appreciated every bit of hard work from you all, and I look forward to continuing to work with you two.”

His gaze this time only fell to Yunho, before he was picking up his briefcase and snapping it closed, always the indication that class was over. You stood with practiced patience, never wanting to appear panicked in front of a professor. As soon as you exited the classroom Yunho’s voice rang out behind you, making you jump.

“What’d you get?”

You recovered from your initial shock quickly, making for the front doors. It had always frustrated you just how affected you were by his deep, rich voice, and how it seemed impossible to hide it. He had angered you from the moment you’d been acquainted, those months ago when the start of the semester held the promise of bright things to come.

That had waned, the brief hope. It had never grown roots, if you were honest. Anger was much easier to feel, and your quick temper had only been made worse by meeting a student smarter than you, who threatened everything that you wanted.

You slammed a hip into the old metal doors to exit, wincing at the pain. Campus was loud in the early afternoon; hordes of undergrads flew about calling out to each other, bikes and skateboards trying in vain to find pathways through the sea of other students. It would be easy to believe in moments like these that you attended a state school in a big city, not this strange little university in the outskirts of an old mountain town.

You joined the masses, quick to fall into the currents of movement, wanting to get lost.

“Don’t you wanna know what I got?”

His voice somehow carried through the tornado of noise, like your ears were tuned for it. You couldn’t help shooting a glare over your shoulder, easily catching his eye as his face stuck out high over the rest of the crowd.

“79,” he added. Your guts rolled with frustration, and you hoped the feeling would avoid festering like it always did. “I’m guessing you barely passed,” he chuckled darkly.

He knew your buttons, having learned them far too fast. Comparison had always been the thief of your happiness; it had followed you since you could remember, your perspective shaped by it in every way. Rejection, praise, every feeling was connected to it; when smarter students came along and threatened your prestigious number one spot, the jealousy came in like a tsunami, knocking every part of your life off course. Winning, beating everyone else, nothing felt better. No matter how the world changed around you, your obsession with it would never cease.

Graduate student housing lay just beyond the measly two frats and two sororities, whose street was as silent or chaotic as one could imagine it to be, depending on factors you’d never paid attention to. A whistle sounded from up above, and you picked up your head to spot what must have been a freshman boy staring down at you, hands on the railing of the balcony he stood upon.

“You whistling at me?” Yunho asked behind you, voice raised and fakely bright. You realized suddenly how empty the street had become.

“No, her,” the boy called back with confusion, pointing in your direction.

“I know you little perv, get the fuck back inside and cut that shit out.” The boy balked and immediately followed orders, disappearing into the house with a quickness that almost made you laugh. You supposed the intimidating nature of the man behind you couldn’t be overstated; you’d seen plenty of moments like this, Yunho putting someone in their place, and never was the reaction any different.

And god did you hate when you witnessed it. It made feelings bloom in your guts that you wished would fucking disappear for good.

You had no idea that first day you met, a week before classes started, that you’d be seeing more of him than was bearable. It was only after class your first day that you even realized you shared a major and lived in neighboring buildings. It meant you also shared a laundry room, trash room, and worst of all, lounge, and unfortunately there was nothing else to do in this barren town than shoot the shit in the evenings and weekends. That lounge got more than its fair share of use; everyone in the four adjacent buildings would crowd the small couches, rowdy and impatient, getting drunk and high.

Too many times, he’d been there. You were hopeful the first week when he’d barely shown his face at the regular gatherings, but quickly it seemed he found a routine with it, coming to share a single beer with his only two friends and talking loudly enough for the entire room to hear.

“You’re just as smart as him,” your friend Yeosang remarked one day. “He brags about being in Professor Kim’s special class, but you’re in it too. He’s such a little weasel.”

“Yeah, the tallest little weasel in scientific history,” you snorted, sipping the last of your seltzer. You two often found yourselves in the back corner of the kitchen by the fridge, willing to stand if it meant at least an ounce of privacy.

“Seriously, you should go over there and tell everyone the same thing, brag the same way. Make him look like an idiot.”

“Eh,” you shrugged, gazing over your shoulder momentarily to take in the scene your friend was so intently stuck on.

“Why not? You’re good at that stuff. You know, arguing with people.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed, smiling tightly. “But he’s a weasel, remember?”

There was nothing to do but endure. Yunho’s questions had come fast, as soon as he’d realized you were the only student who came close to succeeding the way he did. Where are you from? What college did you go to? How did you get connected with Dr. Kim? It was clear he hadn’t expected to find someone so similarly talented; you were certain his inability to leave you be was equal parts insecurity and ego.

“I’ll see you at Mingi’s party,” Yunho called as you finally turned down your street, away from the undergrads and all of their chaos.

“Fuck off,” you muttered as you made your way up the front steps of your house, sighing with relief in knowing he had to walk on ahead. Your roommates would no doubt eat him alive if they saw him enter the building, and he was well aware.

Yunho only smirked with satisfaction at your words. He always felt a surge of pride when your nastiness turned on him, giving him a sense of power that nothing else could. It was the first time in over a month that you’d made it home without starting an argument with him; you patted yourself on the back when you reached your room, slinking down into the rough carpet of your floor and breathing in the familiar stench of it.

Yeosang had quite regretted his initial flippant suggestion, when days later you’d actually taken him up on it. The arguments that broke out between you and Yunho were so severe that everyone knew by now to keep you separate. The desire to rip his head off, especially when he taunted you with his better grades, had not dwindled, despite it all. There was nothing that physical space could do to diminish the searing energy that raged within you at his words.

Collapsing after a long day of classes was commonplace, but today was different. The exhaustion you’d caused yourself by avoiding snapping to him was so severe you felt it almost hadn’t been worth it.

Why did everyone else care so damn much?

A knock sounded at your door, and you suddenly realized you’d been in a dreamy space, probably asleep for a while.

“Girl, are you alive?”

Yeosang sounded mildly concerned, but more annoyed than anything, and you took a deep breath and swallowed all the negative feelings roiling within you.

“I’m alive, you can come in,” you called back.

“You okay?” he asked as he stepped in, drink in hand, already pregaming.

“What time is it?”

“Almost seven,” he responded, handing you the can in his hand. You sat up awkwardly and grabbed it, taking a sniff and wincing.

“Beer?” you asked with a frown.

“We don’t have much other shit left,” he chuckled, taking it back when you shoved it in his direction. “You’re getting dressed up for tonight, right?”

“I don’t feel like it,” you groaned, tipping your head back and squeezing your eyes closed. “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“You gonna flake?”

“Maybe,” you sighed. The party sounded anything but exciting, but there was nothing to do otherwise, except maybe put on a show and numb your mind until you passed out again for good.

“Can I use your mirror for my makeup?”

“Course,” you replied, finally pushing yourself up all the way and standing. Your rumbling stomach sent you to the kitchen, while Yeosang busied himself at your desk with his makeup strewn across it.

Your neck ached as you walked, hip cracking, your entire body taught and stiff and painful. The stress of awaiting your exam grade had been overwhelming you, not a single night of good sleep gracing you all week. You fumbled for the leftovers you’d set on the bottom shelf of the fridge last night, but only found a weeks old yogurt, cracked open and half eaten, starting to grow mold.

You grabbed it and flung it in the trash with a grimace, sighing with a hand on the counter.

“Did someone eat my fucking pad thai?!”

Yeosang’s head poked out of your room, hair clipped back and out of his face. “I didn’t,” he said with big eyes, looking at the small girl shuffling into the room from the opposite hallway.

“I’m sorry, I was starving when I got back from practice,” Mari said, pouting. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes, the sharpness of her bony shoulders like piercing lasers to your brain.

“It’s fine,” you huffed, doing all you could to again avoid arguing with someone. It wasn’t like she deserved it the way Yunho did, even if she had taken your much prized food, and even if she’d done this before. The dining hall was only a ten minute walk, and thankfully stayed open pretty late, given it was the only place that served hot food for miles.

The air was uncomfortably thick as you headed out, spring air damp from the winter’s heavy snow and rains. You’d appreciated the generally mild weather of summer and fall when you’d first arrived, but braving winter in the mountains was an experience you were far from prepared for.

Walking on the paved path, air clear, felt a bit miraculous. Still in the running, you reminded yourself. One year nearly down, and you were acing your classes. Next year could be spent getting the best possible experience a graduate student could hope for.

You just had to beat Jeong Yunho.

“Hello, do you have a minute to talk abou-”

“No, I do not,” you snapped at the group of three girls walking up to you, dresses high necked and hems reaching the ground.

“But it would only take a minute, we’d re-”

“It would not take a minute, I know it wouldn’t. Or would you like me to time you?” It was hard not to be snarky with them, these poor girls who were just doing as they were told. Small towns came with things city life hadn’t prepared you for. Judgement aside, you couldn’t stand being preached to every damn time you simply walked from one place to another.

“I just noticed, what you were wearing and all-”

“Oh, you think it looks good? Is my butt hanging out of my shorts enough for you?”

A titter sounded from beside you. Jongho, leader of the debate team, cross hanging from his neck, stood there watching. “We could really use you on the team,” he chuckled, the girls stepping aside awkwardly with stony faces and looking for their next student to approach.

“For the last time, no,” you huffed, rolling your eyes as you continued towards Atria Hall, the only building on campus tall enough to be easily spotted from the main walkway.

“But you have this calculated way about you, you disagree with them fiercely but you don’t curse at them-”

“Is self control really that hard to come by?”

“You’d be surprised. And you could hone your skills in crafting an argument, learn about persuasion-”

“I don’t need to learn about fucking persuasion, I’m going to be an archeologist,” you spat, the two of you walking fast through the waning sunset. It was always pink and red and stunningly gorgeous, but clouds had begun to roll through and make everything dark and gloomy, despite the bright sun.

“They are useful skills, seriously, any field you go into-”

“I don’t have any interest in persuading my way in, it will be my grades and my work that will land me the research positions I want, and then nothing will matter but the quality of my resear-”

“You know more than that matters, this is all a game-”

“Just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, I’m not joining your damn club!” you snapped, kicking a rock on the side of the paved path and sending it flying down a small hill. Atria Hall was quickly approaching, the bottom floor bustling with activity as students ran for the dining hall or each other. It was the only building open late into the evenings, containing the dining hall, Goffen-Besen library, a few small lecture rooms, and a small gym. The lawn to the east side of the building was littered with students, and everyone’s cheerful chatter made your ears ring.

“I hope one day you find someone who likes this whole, angry, nasty vibe,” Jongho sighed as you reached the front door, neither of you bothering to hold a door for the other, each grabbing one for yourselves. You snorted at his words, rolling your eyes and not bothering to respond. Your stomach was squeezing with emptiness, and the smells wafting in from the kitchen were making your mouth water.

“You really get off on ruining a day, don’t you?” a voice chuckled behind you, just as you made your way inside and spotted the line, five students deep.

“The fuck are you doing here?” you muttered into your hands, the deepness and richness of his chuckle reverberating through you. You had expected the coast was clear, that he’d be at Mingi’s party already and you could grab your meal in peace.

“Hmm, we’re at a dining hall. What could I possibly be doing at a dining hall?” Yunho quipped, and your fist reached out and struck him in the solar plexus, involuntarily. He stepped back, wind knocked from his lungs, his face exasperated as he tried to catch his breath.

“Nuh-uh, no way I’m having you two here in line at the same time,” Maggie called from behind the register. Her grey hair was pulled back in a tight bun, making her face taught and sharp and adding to her air of authority.

“Can you tell her not to assault me, maybe?” Yunho gasped through a tense breath, his diaphragm still paralyzed.

“Go stand in line young man,” Maggie barked, pointing in the direction of where she wanted him. “Young lady, you get over here right now.”

You trotted quickly, a surge of embarrassment flowing through you. It was always automatic, your reactions to him, but rarely was someone around who could pull such shame from your heart. You kept your face as neutral as you could as you made your way over, the students already in line shooting glares your way.

“I’ll just have my usual,” you said, not really craving a sandwich, but hoping it would smooth over the scene you’d just caused.

“Coming right up,” Maggie sighed, punching your student ID number into the computer from memory. Her years of experience showed, in her mastery of her job and in her attitude, but she’d always garnered your respect with her consistency. You didn’t know why, but having met so few fellow students or professors you clicked with, some part of you was incredibly soft for this brazen, confident old woman.

It wasn’t until you stood at the far counter waiting for your order to be called, watching her worn and cramped hands punching number after number into the system, that you realized how badly you were shaking.

“Turkey club, no mustard,” a short cook called, sliding the plate in your direction. You smiled in thanks and grabbed it, unsteadily making your way to the drinks station to fill a cup of water. You peered around the room, seeing hardly any empty tables, and elected to go eat outside. When you passed by the line you finally saw Yunho in full; plain black tee, but paired with nice black trousers, a black belt, black dress shoes, and a simple watch. The look in his eye when he locked on you made you shake so severely that water dribbled down your front, and in a moment of severe embarrassment you remembered your shirt was white and you weren’t wearing a bra.

You stalked outside, finding one tiny patch of shaded grass underneath a tree. You were starving and your head hurt; you knew you were dehydrated.

You were fairly sure in pants that nice Yunho wouldn't dare sit outside, and you appreciated the distance, no matter how small. He’d surely find a table of some random acquaintance and make small talk, or persuade a single girl at a double table to let him join her. Outside meant seeing the groups of friends though, which always made frustration boil within. Kids who didn’t care like you did, who found this whole college thing so boring or stupid or easy. You judged harshly, as a way of maintaining your own crushing schedule and perfect grades.

You had to convince yourself it was worth it to push beyond the brink of burnout constantly.

The laughter made your skin itch, and you wolfed down the food too quickly. You chugged the last of your water, feeling your stomach clench from the uncomfortable, sudden fullness, and made your way inside. Dumping your dirty dishes into the designated area by the kitchen, you sighed in relief in knowing you could finally go hole up in your room and forget everyone else for the night. If you had the energy, you could get ahead on a paper for your grant writing class, maybe bang it out in a few hours. If you couldn’t focus, at least you’d be alone, away from the frustration of people.

“I guess you decided to traumatize the lawn with your see-through shirt.” His voice was low and steady and followed you as soon as you exited, making it impossible to hold it together.

“Will you stop fucking following me?!”

“God you wish, we live on the same fucking street,” he laughed, rolling his eyes as hard you’d just rolled yours.

“You couldn’t wait two fucking minutes more to walk home?!” you yelled unabashedly, heads turning from the lawn as you walked past it. Yunho’s strides were long and his hands were casually held in his pockets, but he moved with a quickness that was anything but calm or easy. You broke into a run, so overcome with agitation that you just couldn’t do it anymore.

“You’re so fucking dramatic,” you heard him call after you, but it didn’t change your mind, it didn’t affect you, it didn’t mean a thing.

You crashed inside the front door as soon as you arrived home, thankful everyone was gone at the party and not there to see your tear streaked face or flushed cheeks. As soon as your bedroom door was shut you sank down into the carpet again, and the tears flowed quickly and freely, your body going numb.

You weren’t sure how long you were there, but it was probably not more than ten minutes. You’d gotten good years ago at letting yourself cry hard, getting everything out completely, quickly. When you came down from the rush of emotion you finally started to sense twinges of normal feeling again, and you pushed your way up to your bed, opening your laptop.

The paper would have to wait another few days. Mind numbing TV was what you needed now, and some Fritos, and no other thoughts.

You grabbed a bag from your stash beneath your bed, slumping down beneath the covers, and opening a browser. Your cursor spun, the page not loading. Out here the network could be slow, so you’d gotten used to this necessary patience. But after nearly three minutes of waiting, you opened your email.

‘Wifi down, school network backup still running,’ the subject line read. You clicked in, sighing deeply. A load of uninteresting words filled most of a paragraph, but then near the bottom you spotted it. ‘Email and online submissions still are up and running, but general Wifi is not. Please give us until….’ “Fuck,” you groaned, staring at the unopened bag of chips in your hand. This had happened before, too often this winter. You knew they wouldn’t have it fixed until at least tomorrow morning.

The pavement was cooler with the sun set, and a chill ran through the skimpy romper you’d thrown on.

The lounge blared with music, bright lights inside contrasting with the ever darkening evening sky, ominous in its appearance. The trees lining the road had gone shadowy and soft around the edges, but you could find your way. The day had been unsettling, but a drink or two should help hush the sharp voice of your anxiety.

“You came!” Yeosang’s voice was bright in a way only tipsiness allowed, and you stumbled through the back door right into the small kitchen and into his arms. It was busy tonight, a ferocious card game capturing much attention, the couches crowded and the room hushed, save for the music.

“The wifi is down so I couldn’t watch my show,” you sighed, looking longingly at the drink in his hand, giving pathetic eyes.

“Alcohol, yes, here,” he said, opening the fridge in haste, his ankles nearly crushing each other. “Mingi wanted to play a giant Mario Kart tournament but I guess the TV wasn’t working, maybe cause of the wifi.” He handed a drink your way, which you cracked open, trying not to gag at the smell.

“I guess, I don’t understand. They really need to upgrade the damn network,” you said through a sip, bitter and gritty, beer never your favorite. But you could get used to it, and it’d have to do.

Yeosang nodded, eyeing you closely. “You hate it.”

“I do not-”

“Do too! You’re literally wincing-”

“I’m literally not!”

Yeosang broke into giggles, the alcohol making him all too confident and all too ready to poke at you. Every time more than a few drinks were involved, his wariness over your attitude seemed to fade. He gave no thought to what a poor idea it might be to start an argument.

“How many drinks have you had?” you asked.

“I dunno, someone got a giant bottle of vodka somehow, so I took some shots.”

“Fucking hell,” you laughed, head shaking in surprise, surprise at your own surprise. It was a birthday party after all, for Mingi of all people, and he’d probably been stashing it all year just for today.

The couch dwellers suddenly erupted in raucous cheers and screams of indignance, before laughter and shit-talking took center stage, and the group began to split up. You and Yeosang slunk to the corner, just behind the fridge where you always stood, feeling the waves of people about to enter your space.

“A beer?” you heard an all too familiar voice ask, before his long limbs were in your eye line.

“Yeah a beer!” a low voice called back, hidden in the crowd in the adjacent room.

The high wide arch that somewhat separated the two spaces was too low for his frame, and as he ducked below it, getting in line behind the two other people who’d beat him to the punch, his eyes locked on you.

“Don’t you dare, sir,” Yeosang snapped at him, sticking out his tongue.

“I didn’t say anything,” Yunho countered, hands up in innocence, but eyes raking every inch of you in an aggressive sort of manner.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s obvious what you’re thinking,” Yeosang continued, rolling his eyes dramatically, laughing at his ridiculousness. The cold air of the fridge wafted across your legs, the two students in front of Yunho fumbling around for what they wanted. Everyone was drunker than usual, the lounge feeling more like a circus in its chaos.

“Listen,” Yunho said, loud enough to startle the people in front of him, who took it as a sign to grab what they could and bolt. Fridge now free to him, he crouched down and reached into the bottom shelf, pulling out bottles of beer, very light in color. “Why don’t you take this beer-” he grabbed the can opener on the counter and cracked it easily after he stood, the fierce hiss quite satisfying “-and take that attitude over to the birthday boy, help him enjoy this evening a little bit more.”

Yeosang’s eyes went wide, mouth slightly agape, before he registered that Yuhno’s arm was outstretched in offering. He grabbed the beer, face turning to yours in what looked like panic. His cheeks bright red, eyeliner slightly smudged, his lips slightly wobbly. But his outfit and hair sat perfectly as always, and you could read the desire all over his eyes.

Hardly a thought of kindness passed through your head for anyone at this school. It had been a strange set of months, more isolating than you could have expected, but in the end it had been good. A chance to focus solely on your studies, on the only thing that you desired in any real, meaningful, reasonable way.

Yet one friend, this one person who’d actually cared to get to know you all those months ago, did mean something. And though his leaving your side would mean pure abandonment, you couldn’t deny him this obvious fantasy falling right into his lap.

“Go,” you nodded, nudging his shoulder. With exasperation and confusion painting his features, he gave you a quick hug, before trotting off.

It left you standing there with him, fridge still open, eyes still piercing. You looked down at the open door with disgust, then back up to him. WIth a wicked smile he leaned down, grabbed another bottle before slamming the door shut, and cracked the top off with ease.

“Why don’t you try something nice?” he said, holding it out.

“Why don’t you suck a dick?” you laughed, voice fakely high, face ridiculously animated.

“If only I liked that,” he drawled, taking a swig of the beer for himself, head tipped back, adam’s apple bobbing. And then you just stared, that dissatisfaction, frustration, and comparison ripping through every fiber of your being. This arrogant, good-looking asshole was still outscoring you in exams?

“Yo, can we get through?” a call came, and Yunho stepped back to let more bodies make their way to the alcohol. You watched with mild amusement as almost all the rest of the beer was grabbed; the fridge looked barren, the floor already a sticky mess, and the wildness of the night wasn’t really comforting you the way you’d hoped it would. You downed the rest of your beer can in one go, gulping and cringing at the taste, before crumpling it in your hand and tossing it in the trash can in the corner. Wiping your lip on the back of your hand, you turned to find him staring.

“Why the hell are you still here?”

“Cause no one’s telling me to get away from you, like we’re children.”

“It’s cause they’re all too drunk to give a shit right now,” you answered, shrugging and making for the back door again.

“You’re leaving?” he asked, right before the propped-open door slammed shut, wind howled, and thunder rumbled.

You crouched to the ground, head in hands, letting the screams of the two girls next to you act as your message to the world.

This fucking day. It can’t get any worse.

Laughter escaped him, from deep within. “Loosen up, you are at a party you know,” he said above you, black shoes in your periphery.

“Please, just leave me the fuck alone,” you muttered, staring up with daggers, wishing beyond everything that you could control a goddamn thing.

As the storm raged, so too did your emotions, choosing the worst possible time to greet you in honesty.

It was rare that you were stuck in boredom, always having something to work on, to ponder, to discuss. Keeping busy was of course a method of distraction, as was the reality TV you could devour when given the chance. It didn’t matter that one gave you pride and one gave you shame, it was all the same; a chance to avoid the strange, sensitive parts of your mind.

In the corner, crunched in the window sill, knees touching your chin, you felt unstable. The storm came and went, periodically slapping the wall with harsh rain, then brushing by with a gentle breeze. After the initial shock of the slamming door, no one else seemed to give it notice; no one gave notice to your presence, either, and something about being ignored started to grow like an itch on your brain.

This was not how today was supposed to end, here at the party, no Yeosang for company, no articles on your phone for distraction. A quick scroll through your camera roll left you feeling empty more than anything, remembering the giant group of friends from college, the ones that stopped talking to you immediately post graduation, and the horrible trip with your aunt that had capped last summer in perfect disappointment. There was no one in your life you liked, and no one that liked you; that’s why you studied ancient peoples, to try to find evidence that maybe at one time, in some culture, somewhere, you would have fit in.

Tears sprang in your eyes as the next wave of rain hit the window. You felt so utterly ridiculous for being this way. Sure, your parents had all but abandoned you, moving across the country to an off grid commune, leaving the last few years of your development in the hands of your child-hating, absent aunt. They’d left you money for school, so how could you complain, really? An only child is used to entertaining themselves, raising themselves. It left the door open for your fifteen year old self to live free. The boys, the all nighters, the extracurriculars, the AP exams, the college applications, the parties, the drama, the drugs, the mess, the horrible fucking mess you made of every-fucking-thing-

Suddenly your body shuddered, hard, cold air seeping in through a crack in the window.

“Are you okay?” You couldn’t even see the face before wiping the tears from your eyes frantically.

“I’m fine,” you finally told your roommate Mari, blonde hair brushed over her shoulder.

“Are you sure? I’m here if you-”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you snapped, standing up from your uncovered hiding place, readjusting your hair and clothes.

“Okay, sorry,” she said, tone pissed, eyebrows low.

You didn’t have time to get into it with her; you needed to leave, leave now, no matter what the weather. But as you started to walk you heard conversation flaring, Yeosang’s bright laugh, and couldn’t help your eyes wandering over. He was tucked against Mingi’s side, face wide and staring up at him, as Yunho and Mingi stood face to face feet apart, arguing.

“No fucking way dude,” Mingi was saying, wide smile flashing and chest flushed, no doubt drunk like every other person here to celebrate him.

“Seriously, a 79. The test was fucking brutal.” Mingi’s head shook before his eyes hit you, and suddenly his eyebrows raised.

“What’d she get?” His finger pointed in your direction, and the back of Yunho’s head disappeared before his face was visible, hard and unreadable.

“A 70, right? Barely passed?” he shot in your direction, smug smirk forming on his lips.

“Fuck, that’s almost a-”

But Mingi couldn’t finish his sentence before the bottle you’d flung in their direction had hit the wall behind, smashing into a million pieces. All three of them jumped, Mingi’s arms pulling Yeosang around as if to protect him. But the damage had already been done, your goal achieved; everyone was suddenly as anxious and perturbed as you were, and a million angry looks shot your way.

“Yo, why the fuck would you-”

You were sprinting out of the room before the accusations could come, before they could ask you how that empty bottle had ended up in your hand, or why the thought of it cracking on the side of Yunho’s skull would have satisfied every feeling within you, letting you finally implode for good. All you could think about was your failed aim as you reached the back door, pushing against the wind with all your might, letting it slam behind you. It was only moments before Yunho had managed to open it too, and as you made your way for your building, tears once again streaming down your cheeks, you felt something clip your heel and send you tumbling down onto the asphalt below.

“Ahh!” you heard yourself yell, palms screaming in pain as skin ripped away, the blood immediate. You couldn’t push on them to get up, couldn’t fight in any way except to start smearing it all over those perfect pants he was wearing, grabbing hard at any bit of the man completely crushing you with all his weight.

“Couldn’t keep your fucking cool tonight, could you?!” he growled into the howling air, the sharpness of it lost to you as other sensations jumped in your face. A hand was crushing your face into the pavement and something was trapping your bent knees to the ground; your skin ached with the coldness of it, but you managed to land a heel kick to what must have been his crotch before retching yourself free enough to punch him hard in the gut.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!!” you screamed into the night, not sure who you were saying it to, letting the feral energy you despised envelope all of your senses. You were an animal again, fighting tooth and nail for just one moment of relief; you were out to win, out to do the only thing you knew well.

With his breathing unsteady you finally pulled entirely free, smashing his back to the ground in the process, and shoving him hard with your knee as you scrambled to your feet. You had no idea if you’d gained any sort of head start, but it had been worth a try, and you continued on without looking back, just simply running. The pain in your hands and tears in your eyes made thinking and seeing straight nearly impossible, and suddenly the knowledge of which direction your house was had left you.

The paved path was at least easy to run on, and you followed it in your tennis shoes, having somehow known to wear them tonight, despite them not matching your romper in the slightest. Your free hair whipped around and struck you in the face, but you were able to gain some distance, lungs heaving, brain numb, fried, not aware of anything.

Soon the ground beneath your feet was softer, and the tree line came into view, Laki forest in all its beauty. Maybe you could hide behind a tree, or-

You heard a growl, and looked back to find him not ten feet away, making good time despite his disadvantageous footwear. The look in his eye was so dark, so devoid of any human feeling, it made your stomach turn. And in the course of feeling frozen by the image, your head turned as you continued to sprint forward, you tripped on a root and went sprawling again, this time from your own lack of focus.

You screamed again as you hit the ground, trumbling awkwardly to your side, rolling once over completely. Twigs were no doubt poking holes in your romper and getting stuck in your hair, but all you could really register was that large hands were on you again, and he’d managed to trap you on your back in a perfectly vulnerable position.

“Look what you’re doing to me,” he said, grabbing your cut up hand, palming his bulge and not caring about the staining. He was rock hard, pants straining, rutting his hips into your hand and making you cry out in pain. There was a twisted, sick intrigue to it all, and soon you found your mind had completely slipped into its simple, animalistic side, fear and lust the only feelings available.

“You need to stop screaming like that or we’re gonna get fucking caught,” he spat, slapping your face and making you yelp again, trying to bat his hands away and fight him off, despite there being no way. His hips on top of yours, knees caging you in, and his huge frame was far too heavy for your legs to move him in this position.

The tears welled quickly, and though you thought you’d ridded yourself of them earlier, you hadn’t experienced this level of pure terror in so long and had no recollection of just how quickly it destroyed you. You tried not to wail and sob, a distant feeling of embarrassment trying to push through to the front of your brain and stop you, but you couldn't help it.

“Fuck, don’t start crying, you’re just making me harder,” he said through gritted teeth, rapidly starting to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His silver watch flashed in the moonlight, but mostly the night was dark and silent and felt all encompassing, giving you the feeling of an animal at sacrifice.

It was then, as you knew what was coming, as the sound of his belt hitting the forest floor filled your mind, that you briefly realized just how horny you were for it all.

Beneath him some of your fight had started to leave you, but when he suddenly crawled forward and started prying your mouth open, his hard cock bobbing against his stomach in flushed need, you suddenly found it again. Your hips were somewhat free and you bucked them, pushing his hips suddenly closer to your face, hoping it would knock him off balance.

“Don’t you fucking dare-”

Turning your torso sideways you tried to scramble, to push, but his harsh grip on your face and head kept your upper body firmly in place, and it only hurt to try and break free. You tried not to scream for it would only mean opening your mouth, but even as you bit down on the first finger he managed to get inside, you were losing the fight. He wrenched your jaw open with immense strength, and you let out your final guttural call into the night, another wave of tears falling, before he sheathed himself entirely, and you were silenced for good.

Warm, heaviness filled your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Already your nose was stuffy from the tears, and your body instinctively tried to suck in a breath, only for a small deep thrust from Yunho to cut it off entirely.

“What, is it too much? Just say stop,” he chuckled above you, one knee on one of your shoulders, the other steadying him on the ground. Your face and hair were a tearful, dirt filled disaster zone, your face looking intoxicatingly tiny and pathetic with his huge cock stuffed in your mouth. Nothing felt better than shutting your angry, nasty mouth up with his huge length lodged in your throat, your gags and attempted coughs only adding to his pleasure, more spit and tears falling and leaving such a mess in their wake.

He picked up a slow pace, sliding the bottom of his tip along the warmth of your tongue, but never pulling out too far. It was seeing his cock bulge in your throat that he really liked, and as he continued his thrusts, trying to push farther despite there being no room, you felt your head start to get fuzzy. There was hardly any way to breathe, and in the intense feelings of it, all you could do was turn inward and think of your injured, ragdoll body out in the forest, getting used by the boy you so desperately hated beyond words.

Something about it made your cunt throb, and in a moment of what could almost be described as joy, you let your throat relax, let him hit even deeper. “Good slut,” came his roar, and you managed to blink up through your tears and catch his face, mouth hanging low in pleasure, his eyebrows pulled in tight. A hand, which had been holding your shoulder firmly to the ground, now came up to brush gently over the ever present bulge in your throat, and then stroked your cheek gently, rubbing dirt and tears out of your eye as he continued his thrusts. Your face was starting to go slightly blue, brain fuzzy, very fuzzy, but the gentle stroke of his hand was all the comfort you needed as you felt yourself begin to drift off into faintness.

A sharp slap awoke you, your lungs gasping for air as you suddenly realized your throat felt cold and empty. A series of harsh coughs wracked through your body as you tried to regain your senses, the dark emptiness of your mind so comforting you didn’t want to leave it.

“Wake the fuck up,” came his ragged, rough voice, and for a moment you could swear it was laced with concern or fear, the thought so absurd you felt stupidly crazy. Before full consciousness greeted you, you could feel hands pulling at the shorts of your romper, fabric tearing away, then again, and your cunt was bare and cold in the breeze.

“Getting your throat fucked makes you so damn wet,” he chuckled, fingers sliding down your slit with ease, and sinking into your hole without warning. Still choking on spit and snot, a deep, uncontrollable moan wracked through you, that deep spot inside that you could never hit yourself coming alive in pleasure. Yunho’s chuckle deepened as his fingers did, your body writhing in front of him, legs trapped beneath his. His cock still angrily hard, he flipped you over in an instant and pushed your face into the ground again, guiding his cock to your aching entrance and pushing in without hesitation. Your screams and moans were caught in the dirt, his huge hand caught in your hair, the other held on your hip and anchoring him. It wasn’t long before he felt the clenching of your walls, cervix pounded and making your legs shake in pleasure, the feeling indescribable.

Waves of it started building, and there was nothing to describe the pain and pleasure mixing in your mind, overwhelming, intoxicating, utterly and completely spellbinding. There was no other kind of distraction, no other sensation that could fill your senses like this; it was the break from monotony, from constant work and control, that your body craved. And in a matter of moments you were coming hard around him, the sensation like a hot fuse being lit, your entire nervous system alight in sparks and fires of pleasure. He was filling you up, hot cum seeping everywhere, the mess of your face now matched by the mess of the rest of you. Sticky, dirty, skin ripped and clothes torn, there was nothing about this moment you should have loved, nothing about it that should have you trembling for weeks as your mind wandered back and your hand wandered down, between your legs, cunt soaked, thinking of him and the rough ground below your face.

Yes, your roommates hated when this happened, when they found him sneaking out of your room in the morning and insisting they hadn’t seen anything. But nothing could make you give up these nights with him, arms wrapped around his neck, carrying you bridal style back to your room and curling you within his arms, fast asleep in the pure bliss of nothingness.

And he loved it too. Even if you were right back to hating him the next morning.

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masteryunho · 6 days ago

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SLIDE (IN)TO ME JEONG YUNHO

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wooyoungratingbark · 1 day ago

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damnn

MINORS NO INTERACTION PLEASE!

just came back for a nasty thought.

Imagine being in a poly! relationship with all the members and each inside their wallet has a polariod picture of you, naked, in different position.

hongjoong: he would have a polariod picture of you with your tongue out with his cum dripping from your lips or some all over your face.

seonghwa: he is always delighted to see a sweaty fuck out face of you with his fingers inside your mouth.

yunho: he will be so hard each time he opens his wallet to see of you, legs spread open, your fingers parting the lips of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum.

yeosang: he would have his dick squished in between the valley of your breast as it was covered with his cum.

san: the amount of times he would find himself being hard at work whenever he opens his wallet to see a photo of you being fucked by him from behind, midway that will show his dick was inside you.

mingi: his large hands gripping your plushed asscheeks that was so red from the previous spanking he did.

wooyoung: is the nastiest I know, he would have his dick slid just between your ass cheeks.

jongho: he will keep it simple with his hands on throat littered with hickeys.

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gummygowon · 3 days ago

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hands? | jeong yunho

word count: 2.8k

genre: smut sprinkled with crack and a dash of angst and fluff, close friends to ???, friends!yunho x afab reader

warnings: reader has slight body insecurities + bro's fingers just go crazy tbh

author's note: guess who's back. but on a fr note please be nice this is my first oneshot in a fat fucking minute after this godamn cb i needed to write something about someone omfg.

"y'know shigaraki's hand thing would lowkey be kinda hot if he wasn't so crusty." one of your friends, wooyoung comments on the anime's villain.

"what the-"

"you're kinda on something." you agree as you tilt your head watching shigaraki fight deku with one of the hands on his face.

you look back on the couch to see your other friend yunho sitting back looking horrified while wooyoung raised his soda can as a 'thank you' for agreeing with him.

"let me get this straight, you think the tomura shigaraki, the fucking villian in my hero academia is hot? the one with his literal deceased family member's hands all over his body?" yunho asks still horrified at your comments.

"okay, well not when you put it like that." you huff in fake annoyance.

"so what the hell is hot about him?"

"hands! the hands yunho!" wooyoung jumps in and answers as if it's the most obvious thing.

"okay...what about hands?"

"it's like a niche thing some people find hot on others." you explain trying not to out yourself as a hands freak. but lord, jeong fucking yunho had the most beautiful hands out there. they're long and slim and his hands are huge. his hands are just amazing at pc games.

"yeah, haven't you seen y/n checking your hands out when you play val?" wooyoung adds, his eyes not even leaving the tv.

you throw your hands up in defense, "now why am i catching strays?"

"am i not wrong?"

"ok ok, i get it. hands are hot-"

"-thank y-"

"-and y/n finds my hands hot." yunho adds with a devious smirk earning a chuckle from wooyoung.

"alright! time to get the fuck out!" you stand up and throw the pillow you were holding at yunho.

"nooooo, the episode isn't done yet!" wooyoung whines as you shoo him off the couch.

"there's two minutes left! go home!" you argue as you start cleaning up the living room.

"aw man." wooyoung pouts as he collects his jacket and leftovers from the dining table.

"we can finish the rest of the season next week when i don't have work the next morning." you offer trying to compensate.

"deal." your friend says as he slips on his shoes. "thanks for hosting!"

"of course!"

wooyoung was truly the only one who understood the concept of getting the fuck out immediately as you turned around to see yunho lazily collecting his things.

he 100% wants to talk about what wooyoung said.

"sooo, you really like my hands?" yunho carefully asks in case you launch another pillow at him.

"if i answer honestly, will you get out of my apartment?"

"yeah, yeah, definitely."

you give yunho a death stare noticing the fakeness in his voice.

"i swear i will!"

"good." you say unfolding your arms, "then yeah i think they're hot."

"wait really?"

"no more questions!" you quip pushing yunho to the door.

thankfully both wooyoung and yunho had dropped the topic of hands around you after that binge night at your apartment but that doesn't mean that you were still thinking about it. the situation with wooyoung outing your desire for yunho's hand. definitely not yunho's hands...

okay to admit though, you had a little crush on yunho but it's one those things where if he made a move on you, you wouldn't be mad about it. you've been friends with him since your second college after meeting him through wooyoung and even then you thought he was a little cute but it wasn't enough for you to be ballsy with it. wooyoung also definitely had his suspicions of you liking him too but he always had his knack for just knowing who peopled liked.

yunho on the other hand was a little bit of mystery when it came to his dating scene. you didn't really ask about what type of girls he was into or who he was seeing because partially, you didn't wanna feel jealous. you heard from wooyoung and your other friends gossip about yunho's flings with him at parties. the only recent fling he had was a kind of awhile ago but who knows if she's still in the picture. not like you were keeping track or anything.

luckily, yunho also wasn't weird about the whole situation either. things were still normal between the two of you. even the next binge event at your place was normal. you guys were able to finish the season without any mentioning of hands.

wooyoung had to take off a little earlier than usual since san called him about something going wrong in their apartment leaving yunho to help clean your place.

"you wanna play mario kart after we clean? i brought my switch." yunho offered.

"don't have to ask me twice" as you throw yunho the lysol wipes for the table.

after a quick cleaning session, yunho began setting up his switch and connecting it to your tv. you quietly sat next to him watching yunho use the controller to maneuver around the tv. there was something about how long his fingers were and how quickly they were moving the joysticks around. his hands were extra veiny today too.

the pads of his thumbs could definitely fully cover your n-

"are you good?" yunho asks pulling you out of your thoughts, as he offers you one of the controllers.

you shake your head as if it would get rid of the dirty thoughts, "yeah, mhm."

"okay buddy." yunho says as he drops one of the controllers into your hands. he definitely didn't buy it.

there was a moment of silence as yunho goes to open the game and without even looking at you he asks, "you really like my hands huh?"

"excuse me?" your heartbeat that already increased was literally about to burst out of your chest. "i thought i already answered this question."

"i mean, yeah." he shrugs just now looking back at you, "but i wanna hear you say it again."

"absolutely not." you protest.

"okay fine but how about this, if i get the fastest time you have to admit that you looove my hands and if you win, you can ask me any truth or dare question."

"anything?" you bargain with a mischievous raised eyebrow.

"yes."

"deal. you go first."

here's the thing, you were an absolute god at this game and yunho although he is competitive literally has no shot at beating you unless he cheats. so this little race should be a piece of cake. nothing you can't handle.

you guys had decided that the both of you would race on rainbow road and were able to pick what character and car they wanted. deciding to be an honest player, you sat back and watched yunho drive. this time while yunho was playing, you were too busy focusing on how he was doing to even think about his hands. you had to admit though, he was doing really well even though he shelled here and there.

"done!"

"five minutes and thirty seconds." you call out right after. "not bad yunho but we'll see about that."

"okay, sweat."

that nickname earned yunho a middle finger and you sticking out your tongue at him.

as you were selecting your character and tweaking the car, you could sense yunho moving closer to you. not enough to touch you but enough to be all up in your space. out of the corner of your eye you could see him fidgeting with something with his hands. his fingers were twiddling with an object that you couldn't quite make out.

focus. you think as you shake your head and return your full attention to the screen.

after completing your car design, you were ready for the race to begin. while waiting for the race to begin it's countdown, you let your eyes linger back to yunho's fingers to find out what the hell he was playing with. was he shredding a napkin? or playing wth the extra controller?

"y/n?" yunho's voices brings you out of your trance as you realize that you were holding down the gas for too long causing your boost to backfire.

"shit."

"lock in y/n." yunho teases turning his body towards you more, allowing his hands to appear perfectly in the corner of your eye.

"shut up." you growl back at him.

the rest of the race continues somewhat smoothly without any more yunho distractions but fuck that start really fucked up your time. you were closing in on the finish line coming in almost second place until some fuckass throws another red shell at you causing your character to spiral for a few seconds before resuming the track.

"what the fuck!"

"and that's time!" yunho shouts after your outburst. "five minutes and fifty-five seconds."

"that fucking red shell and you!" you turn your anger towards yunho and grab one of the couch pillows and chuck it at him.

"yah! i still won! admit it y/n!" yunho taunts doing a little celebratory dance on the floor.

your lips form into a thin line as you glare at him and shake your head.

"ah, ah, you bet on it."

avoiding the dare, you jabbed your fingers into yunho's side to "tase" him, knowing it was one of his most ticklish spots. you watch in glee as yunho starts to spasm on the floor from being tickled so hard.

"y/n! you little shit!" yunho shouts in between laughs as you kept tickling his sides.

deciding to be nice, you slow your attacks on him to let yunho catch his breath but he takes the opportunity to grab both of your wrists in one swoop. before you knew it, you were leaning over yunho's face with your arms hanging above your head. a blush crept on your face as you realized the position you were in.

"admit it." yunho said with a sick smirk on his face. it's like he took pleasure in making you flustered.

in no position to retaliate, you surrender. "i think your hands are hot jeong yunho."

"thanks pretty." yunho's eyes flicker to your lips for a split second. "wanna see what else they can do?"

too many things just happened. first of all, you losing in mario kart which never fucking happens then you basically getting manhandled by one of your closest friends and lastly, you were enjoying every moment of it. you were too nervous to use your voice so you just nodded along to whatever yunho just said.

you could see the lust fill in yunho's eyes while he talked. "i need words pretty."

"y-yes, i do." you mumble out. "please."

"thank you angel." yunho smiles before swiftly switching positions with you. "that was all i needed."

lying on your back, you stared back up at yunho who had a whole different demeanor ten minutes ago.

"do you know how long i've waited for a moment like this?" yunho asks his face a mere two inches away.

"why keep waiting then?" you tease back.

"you're right."

before you knew it, yunho leans forward and captures your soft lips earning a small gasp from you. his hands slowly traveled down your body as he swiped the bottom of your lip which allowed him access to your tongue. the thirst for each other was so strong after such a long time of waiting. did yunho like you this whole time too?

regardless of what he thought of you, he was devouring your lips. eventually, he traveled down your body leaving wet, open mouth kisses everywhere. he didn't stop until he figured out your sweet spot. yunho's lips came to a stop making you whine.

"can i take this off angel?" he asks softly, motioning to your shirt.

"yes, please."

"fast learner." yunho teases as he slips the shirt off of you.

instinctively, your hands fly to cover your chest when you realize you were almost fully topless in front of him. yunho notices your sudden shyness and stops moving. "what's wrong pretty?"

it was too embarrassing to admit that you were hella fucking nervous to be this exposed in front of yunho but it was too late he already read your mind. "don't be shy angel. we can put your shirt back on or i can take mine off so we're even?"

with a sweaty hand, you tug at his shirt with a pout. "can you take yours off too please?"

"since you asked so nicely." yunho grins as he slips off his shirt revealing his toned body. "now we're even."

a small smile appears on your lips as your arms return to yunho's neck. "thank you."

"of course, anything for you angel." yunho pecks your lips. "are you good to keep going?"

"yes." you breath out looking into his eyes. something about yunho just made you feel good. he just felt so familiar and comforting.

yunho leans back down and goes back to devouring your lips still not satisfied. he was determined to find your sweet spot if that meant kissing you all over your body. now that your shirt was off, he spent a little extra time on your boobs. he would alternate between kissing and sucking them before leaving an experimental hickey here and there.

it wasn't until he went back on your neck that he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder making you gasp. you could feel yunho smirk once he realized he found your sweetspot. this time he mercilessly attacked your neck with open mouthed kisses leaving you moaning.

god, did he take his sweet time with you in this little spot. however, it wasn't enough to satisfy the growing arousal pooling down your legs. "yunho, please" you pant out, "need more."

"oh?" yunho pulls away from your neck making you whine once more.

"please yunho." you beg and tug at one of his wrists, leading them to the waistband of your pants.

he didn't say a word as he went to work on unbuttoning your pants and helping you slide them off. to test the waters, he cupped your clothed cunt and felt how fucking soaked you were. "angel, you're dripping."

"please." you moan out. "yun please."

"'m sorry pretty." yunho gives you a quick kiss as an apology before slipping his hand into your panties.

another moan escapes your puffy lips as yunho slips in one his long fingers. yunho kept his eyes on you as he moved his finger at a maddening slow pace.

fuck, even with just one of his fingers, it's exactly what you fantasized about. but you needed more. now.

"yun, please. i need more."

"okay, angel."

hearing your pleas, yunho slips not just one but two more fingers in you earning another gasp from you.

"fuck!"

again, yunho starts off with his sick, slow pace letting you adjust to the size difference. he loved watching your face contort in pleasure and a sense of pride washed over him as he realized that he was the one making you like this. all needy and fucked out without even needing to take his dick out.

slowly but surely, he quickened his pace without you even asking. multiple moans fell from your lips but they all got buried as soon as yunho captured your lips again. he swallowed every noise that came out your mouth which made him lose his mind. you sounded so fucking hot.

it wasn't too long until yunho's lips fell back into the crook of your neck earning him another loud moan. he would nip and suck on the spot before relieving the pain with a wet kiss. even with his mouth busy on your neck, his fingers never relented it's pace. the combined pleasure was absolutely insane. the warming sensation in cunt grew so intense that you couldn't hold it any longer.

"yunho, mmmh-fuck. 'm close." you moan, "so close nngh."

"come on angel." yunho encouraged, "give it to me pretty."

somehow his fingers sped up even more making you cry out even more. "too much yun!"

"angel, please." yunho moans into your ear, "give it to me. you can do it baby."

"fuck!" you cry out again, before finally letting go all over yunho's fingers.

"just like that angel," yunho praises as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

you were out of breath once you finished, your eyes closing in satisfaction.

"i'll be right back angel." yunho says as he presses a warm kiss to your forehead. the loss of his fingers made you whine.

with heavy eyes, you watched as yunho disappeared into the kitchen. a moment later, he came back with a clean rag and a glass of ice water.

handing you the water, he gently cleaned you up. finally getting to see just how much you came he couldn't help but tease you.

"so you like my hands a lot then."

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randomfandomswriting · 3 days ago

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i loved mingi x plus size girl 🥺💕 can you do a yunho version too please 🥺🥺

hiii sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy it (:

Yunho x Plus Size Reader

Warning: this story is 18+ and obviously a work of fiction. please practice safe sex. please pee after. and always make sure you’re both consenting adults. 🙏

my inbox is open to requests mostly for Yunho/Mingi or Yunho AND Mingi together… but drop an idea and i can see what i can whip up! p.s. i’m seeing ateez tomorrow!

anyway here you go

You couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that Yunho’s hand had been resting against your thigh for the entire movie. How close to him you were in his little twin bed hadn’t left your mind, especially when he turned to talk to you, just inches away. It makes your brain go fuzzy, any thought you could have melting into nothing. Your heart racing in your chest as he giggled and leaned toward you.

You’d been close with him for a while now, just friends, friends that hung out in all their spare time. Friends that shared pretty much everything. Friends that cuddled and watched movies. It was hard not to fall for him. He was a huge nerd, funny, sweet, handsome as hell. He felt so out of reach. When you’d go out with him you could feel the eyes, the silent unasked questions. Why would someone like him be with her? You could feel it, the one thing helping put your mind at ease, it was like Yunho didn’t notice, and if he did, he didn’t care. The truth was, he enjoyed being with you too. You were funny without trying to be, interesting and thoughtful, and damn beautiful. He likes you, for you. Every part.

Your friends would tell you all the time, he likes you. the way he looks at you. you guys talk 24/7… he likes you. And you wished you could believe that, but it didn’t feel like a possibility. Living in a bigger body made you doubt it. It made you doubt a lot of things.

“You okay?” He asks, softly. It’s like he can read your mind and you feel your cheeks flushing red as you nod unable to lie to him. He smirks, “We don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.” He shrugs, pausing the movie on the laptop sitting at his and your thighs. It comes at the perfect time, as the two main characters started heavily making out, and you giggled.

“It’s fine.” You Lie, and you feel him shift to look at you. He tried to read your features, his pretty brown eyes scanning over you, he bites his bottom lip, a common habit of his, and you bury your face in your hands. “

“Wait, does this scene make you uncomfortable?” His eyebrows furrow and he quickly closes the laptop.

“No.” You laugh, “Oh please this is nothing. Do you think I’m a prude!?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I didn’t say that.” He smirks, “If you were there’s nothing wrong with it.”

You scoff and laugh, he is right, but you still have to giggle at him. So sweet, almost innocent. “We cannot be talking about this.”

“We talk about everything.” He shrugs, “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Very sweet. You make it hard to be uncomfortable though.” You admit, and he beams with pride at that, and you roll your eyes right into a giggle. “You can play the movie now.”

He laughs, pulling the laptop back open and pressing play. You’ve seen this movie a million times, you knew that the next sequence was just them having sex and you tried your best not to fidget, your brain trailing to other places, imagining things with Yunho, who sat right next to you. Your eyes slowly moving to him, you find his eyes fixed on the screen, teeth digging into his bottom lip. Your heart starts to race, then his eyes flash to yours.

“What?” He smirks.

“N-Nothing.” You fail to come up with literally anything else, your brain turning to mush. “It just feels so… unrealistic.” You say quickly.

He pauses the movie, turning to face you more than before. “Why do you think that?”

“I’ve never met a man that cared that much about making me orgasm.” You sigh. He cringes at the statement and shakes his head.

“Who have you been with!?” He scoffs.

“Not that many… but the few have been… mediocre.” You find yourself spilling and he raises his brows. You wait for some kind of joke or for him to playfully tease you.

“You’ve been with the wrong guys.” He shrugs, “You deserve better than that.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes again. “Oh please, are you the orgasm expert?”

He shrugs, “I’m just saying the people I’ve been with have seemed satisfied.” He raises his hands in defense and it makes you laugh.

“Okay.” Your one word answer is doused in sarcasm and he pouts.

“You won’t believe me?” He asks.

Your cheeks heat up again, “I mean, I don’t know... And you seem so sweet and innocent.” Something shifts, it’s palpable. Suddenly there is tension, thick, heavy, you can feel it. His lips press into a smile but his eyes darken.

“Far from it.” He says, “I can prove it.” He shrugs. Your own eyebrows raise, your heartbeat raises with it. You’re left speechless.

“You… can?” You ask, throat dry but mouth practically watering. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He smirks, “Are you going to prove to me you’re not prude?” You scrunch your nose, and playfully smack him.

“I’ll prove that too.” You scoff. He smirks, and you watch his eyes drop to your lips, in response you rake your teeth across your bottom lip.

“Okay.” He says, his eyes flashing back to yours. The tension is cut by Yunho reaching his hand toward you. You don’t flinch or back away. You don’t even freeze, you warm into the feeling of his big soft palm caressing your cheek, his thumb gently sweeping its way down your skin to your bottom lip. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst through your chest and land in his lap as he tilts his head to the side and locks his eyes into yours.

It’s probably only a few seconds between that and his lips moving toward yours, his nose gently nudging at yours as your eyes flutter shut. His lips are soft as you’d imagine they would be, he always kept them hydrated and they move against yours almost too perfectly. You can feel him pressing closer, his own breathing hitching audibly as his hand moves down your cheek, onto your neck. His thumb moving over your throat as he deepens the kiss, his tongue dipping into your mouth a whine escaping your throat disappears into his mouth. Your skin burns at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth and you take it a step further sucking on his tongue as he pulls away, but not far, his lips still on yours as he smirks.

“You tell me at any time if you want to stop.” He murmured, “Or if I do something you don’t like or…” You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips.

“I will.” You assure him, before pulling him back to kiss you again.

You could do this forever, kissing him was exhilarating and fun. He was good at it, and he pushed you onto your back, the laptop being placed onto the floor before he makes his way back to you. Your thighs part to make room for him, and he quickly pulls off his shirt, before reaching for yours. You help him, tossing your shirt to the side and he smirks probably at the fact you’re not wearing a bra. You go to cover your chest in a moment of embarrassment, but he shakes his head.

“You’re beautiful.” He says, you blush as he moves back to you. He kisses you harder now, more hungry than before and you moan into his mouth. One of his hands is back on your throat, no pressure just holding you there. Your nails firmly run down his bare broad shoulders, a low moan escaping his throat. He grinds himself against your center and you can feel his erection. You’re pleased with yourself, a smile spreading across your lips. “You feel what you do to me?” He asks in a low deep voice, and it makes your skin burn for him. You nod, and he grins, the hand on your throat moves down your chest and over the curves of your breasts, his thumb rolling over a nipple as his eyes burn into you. Your breath hitches at the feeling, your chest rising toward his touch. Its electric. He doesn’t stop there. His fingertips graze over your stomach every curve, everything you are usually self conscious about. Like he’s witnessing art. He leaves a trail of goosebumps as his hand moves further down, and he moves back to kiss your lips again. You whimper as his hand moves between your thighs. He presses down and you whimper into his mouth, your hips bucking toward the feeling of his strong hand.

“Are you even wearing anything under these?” He hums, against your mouth. “I can already feel how wet you are for me.” You blush, because you weren’t wearing anything under the pants you had on, and he was making you wet. “Silent all of a sudden.” He teases, and he presses against the fabric again making you moan this time, the pressure feels good, and your eyes flash to his as he smirks. “Tell me what you want, princess.” The words make your breathing hitch again, he presses against you more, up toward your clit and your head tilts away from him as you let a moan slip past your lips, your hips raising toward him again.

He stops and you shudder, “Yunho.” You groan, “Fuck.” His hand comes up back ro your face and he moves your head to face him.

“What’s wrong?” He smirks, “What do you want?”

“Please touch me more.” You say quickly, as his thumb traces over your bottom lip. “I need you.” He smirks.

“Good girl.” His hand slowly travels back down to your waistband, his fingers hooking in to bring them down and you move to help him get them off you. You settle back on his bed, and he moves back in to kiss you again. This time his lips move down your chin and to your neck, and his fingers gently move over your wet pussy lips, at the same time his teeth sink into your skin and you moan louder than before at the feeling.

“Yunho.” You whimper his name because you don’t know what else to do, your head already dizzy as he slips a long finger into you slowly pumping his finger as he continues to work on your neck with his mouth. You know he’s going to leave a mark and you like it. You let out another whimper when he slips a second finger into you, curling them up to find your spot. It's agonizing and slow as he moves them in and out of you, you feel yourself melting into his bed. Your hands are grasping at him, one hand holding onto his hair the other running your nails over his creamy soft skin.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” His voice is laced with pride again, as he growls his lips against your ear. It makes you moan again, and he presses his thumb into your clit adding an extra feeling of pleasure. Your mouth falling open as you shudder against him, his head nuzzling into your neck. His lips are back on your skin, and you buck your hips against him. “Impatient, I’ll let you cum, just not yet.” He pulls his fingers from you dreadfully slowly making you gasp at the feeling. You watch as he sticks his fingers in his mouth, and moans around them pulling them out long and slow, you’re aching for more of him.

“Yunho…” You whine, and he smirks.

“What, baby? Do you want a taste?” He teases and slips his fingers back into you, your head falling back as he pumps them in and out again, gathering your arousal making your body quiver. When he pulls out you whine, missing that feeling of him inside you. “Open that pretty mouth.” You don’t protest, your mouth falling open, your eyes locked into his, and he bites at his bottom lip as he slides them into your mouth. You suck on his fingers with a moan, and he presses his forehead to yours. You don’t let him away, sucking on his fingers like it’s his cock. Your hand moving down his bare chest and to his erection through his pants. Your palm finds him easily and he moans as you strike him through his pants. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, his hand cupping your chin roughly as he kisses you sloppily, eagerly. “I love your pretty mouth.” He groans.

“Let me show you what else my pretty mouth can do.” You find yourself saying, and he raises his eyebrows at you. You move to push his pants down and he helps you get them off, his erection sprinting free as you take in the size of him your mouth watering. He’s big, a suspicion you had from seeing him in gray sweatpants not being able to miss it.

You plant kisses on his stomach, as he lays back, eyes on you as swirl your tongue and move closer toward his cock. You use your tongue to swipe a long warm and wet lick up to the tip of him, and you watch as he chokes back a moan. You swirl your tongue, sucking just on his tip, and he shifts beneath you. “Stop teasing me.” He whines, and you smirk up at him before wrapping your lips around him. You go nice and slow, taking him back into your throat, your tongue guiding the way and the guttural moan that escapes his throat is like music to your ears. You bob your head there, your hands coming up to stroke him where you didn’t get too. Your mouth stretches around him as your eyes find him. “God.” He whimpers, and you slowly slide off him, sucking in your cheeks before letting your saliva drool from your lips. You use both hands around his wet cock to take a breather, precum already spilling out.

“You can do better than that.” He says, and he reaches a hand out to find your hair, gripping it tightly. You nod, as he pulls you back toward his length and you wrap your lips around him again. You know what to do, but you like the way he’s guiding your head down onto him. Not forceful, just stern. You moan around him and it makes him shiver. “Come on baby, take it.” He growls, “You can. Look at me.” Your eyes snap to his as he slowly raises his hips up into your throat, it makes your pussy throb. His words, his guidance, you gag around him but don’t move back your eyes welling with tears. “So fucking perfect for me, princess.” He compliments through gritted teeth, you let him use your throat like his own toy, your eyes staying on him as you choke him back. He gives you relief as he pulls your head off him, and you gasp for air, but it feels so damn good. Your hands work to stroke him as you catch your breath. You know you must look a little crazy, with drool spilling from your lips, your eyes watery and makeup runny but the way he’s looking at you makes it all better.

“Do you want more of my cock?” He asks and you nod, biting on your bottom lip.

Your lips wrap around him again, and you take him back a little easier this time and again he holds you there, moaning as he uses your mouth again, a little more needy this time. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth… Like it was made for you.” His words only ignite something in you and you sink further into him until you physically can’t anymore, letting him fuck your throat as his growls turn into more whimpering. “Come here.” He pulls you off him and up to him. His lips crashing into yours as he pushes you back into his pillows grabbing two to put under your back. “Look at you, so ready for me.” He smirks, “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please.” you cry, and he runs the tip over your entrance up to your clit just to play with you, “Yunho please…”

“Please what?” He taunts. A mischievous grin spreads across his cheeks as you pout.

“Yunho please fuck me.” You find yourself begging, whiny, aching for him to fill you. He lines himself up with you as he beams with pride once again. Proud to make you a begging whiny mess. He groans as he slowly sinks into you, letting you adjust to him, making sure you can feel every inch, and you do. He presses closer to you, his entire body pressing against yours. You arch at the feeling of him stretching you, filling you to the brim as you moan a weary cry. You already feel so full but he finishes the job with his hips slamming into yours, it makes you yelp reaching for him. He smirks down at you and takes a moment just letting you feel him deep inside of you. When he finally moves again he slams his hips into you. It takes your breath away, somehow deeper than before your head reeling as you stifle another moan with your teeth biting down hard on your lower lip.

“You take me so fucking well.” He rasps, his own head falling back, his hips starting to roll against yours in a steady pace. Your breathing started to get heavy as his own moans rolled out of him. His hands are running over your body, every soft curve and dip being caressed and then held onto as he fucks into you hard and deep, picking up speed as he gets more needy for his own orgasm. He knows you’re close, and your moaning has just turned to whimpering and whining. He was hitting the right spot at the angle he got you into and pressed himself as far into you as he could.

You knew your orgasm was coming, and you couldn’t even pretend like it wasn’t. He knew it too, as he growled and sloppily pounded you into his mattress. He slipped a hand between the two of you to find your clit and pressed against it while thrusting into you and it had your body tingling and your eyes clenching shut trying to hold any ounce of composure you had left. You could feel him twitch inside of you, and you feel him starting to lose his own composure.

“Cum in me Yunho.” You find yourself whimpering, “Fuck…” You lose your own voice as he groans deeply at your words, his own release flowing out of him as he sputters through his orgasm. His hand never stopped on your clit as he continued to thrust himself into you, and your own orgasm sends your brain to mush. Your vision blurry as you feel tears rolling down your cheeks, your head spinning, your body going limp as your legs shake beneath him. You don’t even realize he presses his forehead to yours as you both slowly unravel together. Your lips tremble when his lips press into yours, and you still whimper into his mouth because he’s still inside of you.

“You okay?” He smiles down at you moving back and slowly pulling himself from you. Still sensitive you gasp, feeling empty as he moves to lay next you, a big hand finding your face as you nod, a little speechless mostly your brain was in reset mode. He cuddles into you kissing your temple and as you curl into him.

“I didn’t know you could do that.” You tease when you finally find your way back down to earth, and he giggles too.

“I can do it again.” He smirks.

“Prove it.”’ You tease.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x female reader #yunho x plus size reader #ateez yunho #yunho smut #yunho x you #yunho x reader #yunho hard thoughts #jeong yunho #yunho #yunho fanfic

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yuyu1024 · 2 days ago

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Guys.... GUYS!!!! As a Yunho bias. THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME.

(Credit to owner of the edit and clips)

The VOICE

The "innocence" like why are we affected 👀

The laugh

The HAND

YUNHO. YOU ARE MY LOVE. 😭

Forgive me pls of being delulu but... you are what im into... my type... and no need to be gent------- ooooops 😶

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pixlpxie · 10 days ago

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Yunho singing "Yeah I could be gentle but that ain't what you like" while looking and sounding like this... Stop the damn show

#ateez #ateez smut #yunho smut #yunho #jeong yunho #ateez hard thoughts #yunho hard thoughts #yunho hard hours #ateez hard hours

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pingusfics · 14 hours ago

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okay, the in your fantasy mv has me absolutely FERAL and i just thought of this idea in the shower. STAY WITH ME OKAY?? i need someone to write an ot8 x reader oneshot about each member teaching her about sex and it’s a hands on experience 👀

LISTEN, LISTEN!!

like reader isn’t a virgin. she keeps hooking up with people and each experience is subpar so she goes to the people she trusts the most and is like “can one of you show me how to be good at sex?” or some shit like that cause she lowkey thinks it’s her fault (or maybe not idk!). i see that moment as her bursting into their apartment, storming into the living room (where everyone is), and that’s the first thing that comes out of her mouth cause she’s just so FRUSTRATED.

she says “one of you” at first but one of them is like “why don’t we all teach you something?”

why do they agree? i have no idea! it could be a thing where they all have wanted to fuck her for the longest time or they’re just like “eh, why not? sex isn’t anything crazy”

i’m seeing it like one of them teaches her how to ride, one teaches her how to give a bj, another teaching her how to squirt liiiike- and then some of them might help some of her fantasies come true???

i’d write it myself but i’m kind of ass at writing 💀

anyway, SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS I AM BEGGING ON MY FUCKING KNEES

me writing this post:

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stxrrywoo · 9 days ago

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JEALOUSY JEALOUSY ── j.yh

synopsis ; during a night out with yunho and your friends you're hit on relentelessly and yunho finally had enough before he was dragging you home. there yunho was determined to prove that he was the only man you'd ever need.

pairing(s) ; bsf!yunho x f!reader

☆ ── wc. ; 2.1k ☆ ── genre ; smut, friends to lovers ☆ ── tw. ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, arguing, kissing, dom!yunho x sub!reader, petnames (baby, doll...), possessive behavior, jealousy, unprotected sex, teasing, biting/marking, breast play, rough sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dumbification, big dick!yunho, yunho is a bit of a meanie, choking, manhandling, creampie, lmk if I missed anything! ☆ ── notes ; another fic at besties request 🙂‍↕️ this is from yunho's crazy ass song lyrics and man lemme tell you... that man is insane.

Yunho barely pulled you into the apartment when you yanked your arm out of his grasp and stepped away to get some distance. Your eyes narrowed into slits as you watched him shut and lock the door.

“Are you finally gonna tell me why you brought me back?” You started, annoyance simmering in your gut, “Or are you gonna continue to keep your mouth tied shut?”

Yunho whirls around, a fire burning in his chocolate orbs, “You act like I don’t have eyes y/n.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You scoffed, hands balling into fists at your sides.

He laughs darkly, causing your stomach to flip, “You're flirting with all those guys, even letting a few close enough to touch you. Are you really that dense?”

“Are you fucking serious, Yunho? I was having a conversation like a normal human being.” You hissed, glaring at him, “Plus, why the fuck does it matter to you? Am I just not allowed to exist around men anymore?”

Yunho doesn’t utter a word as he takes slow steps toward you, backing you up against the wall. Your breath hitches as he leans down until his nose is just a hair away from yours. His eyes bore into you with a fire that you’ve never seen before, causing your heart to lurch.

“Why bother with other men when you have me?” His voice was low as he stared at you, your heart beating rapidly under your ribs, “do I just not exist when other men are around?”

You didn’t say a word. You couldn’t. You just stare at him, lips parted softly, but not a sound leaves. The jealousy simmering in his gut was threatening to break the rest of his willpower. He has tried so hard to keep himself restrained because he didn’t want to screw up this friendship, but right now? Right now, he could give two damns about not ruining the friendship.

“Yunho.” You breathed out, fingers trembling at your sides. You felt small under his intense gaze, yet it made you feel as though you were on fire.

Then his hand was around your neck, not enough to cut off your oxygen supply but enough to have your mind go fuzzy. His lips were just a breath away from yours, suspense hanging in the air before they came crashing down on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It definitely wasn’t sweet. It was bruising, possessive almost. His free hand fell to your hip, pulling your body flush against his as his knee pushed between your thighs. A choked gasp falls from your lips when he presses against your clothed core.

“You drive me fucking insane.” He growls, lips moving from yours down your jaw, nipping at the skin, “acting so sweet with all those guys, but I know you.”

You let out a pathetic whine as he bit down on your earlobe, mind slowly slipping away. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, trying to ground yourself. Then his lips were on yours again, hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you off of the wall. He backed you up until your thighs hit the arm of the couch.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling away long enough to tear it off his body, revealing his toned torso to you. His skin was burning under your fingertips, muscles rippling as he bent down to grab the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the arm as if you weighed nothing. Then his lips were back on yours, stealing the air right out of your lungs.

“Yunho…” You breathed out when his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck before he bit down, marking you.

“I could be gentle,” He gripped your hips tightly, sure to leave bruises the next morning, “but we both know you ain’t what you like.”

Your nails dug into his bare shoulders as he pulled the strap of your dress down, searing kisses following his touch. He kisses the top of your breast before tugging the front of your dress down. Goosebumps litter your skin as you take in his dark gaze, heart beating erratically when he licked his lips as if he were about to devour you.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, fuck.” He groaned, bending down to latch his lips onto the soft fat of your breast. Your head falls back with a moan, fingers digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from falling back.

His hands fall to your hips once more, grinding you against him, causing your body to shudder, and a choked gasp falls from your lips. The feeling of his thick bulge against your thinly covered core has you gushing, sure that your panties are soaked by now.

“Yunho–” You were cut off by a whimper when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, shockwaves of pleasure rippling throughout your body.

He smirks against your skin, “Tell me, baby, who’s making you feel good?”

“Y-You.” You choked out as his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing right against your clothed heat.

“Me. Only me, not those other assholes.” He grows out, pulling away just enough to watch your face contort in pleasure when he presses firmly against your clit. Moving your underwear to this side, he split your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers, a deep groan reverberating from his throat. “God, you’re so wet.”

You tried to speak, but the words died on your tongue when he pressed two fingers into you. Stars danced across your vision when he brushed over that spongy spot deep in your walls. You held onto his arm for dear life as his thumb pressed tight circles on your clit, broken moans falling from your parted lips.

“Look at you, doll. I’m just using my fingers, and you’re already falling apart.” He chuckled, your head falling against his chest, “Just imagine how you’ll feel when you’ve got my cock in your sweet pussy.”

Your walls tightened around his fingers due to his words, and that only caused the male to smirk, speeding his fingers up to coax your climax closer. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, your body trembling in his arms as your high crept up on you.

“Yunho–fuck, I’m close.” You cried out, fingers tightening around his arm, the coil in your gut ready to snap at any moment.

“Mhh, cum for me baby. Make a mess on my fingers.” He cooed, leaning down next to your ear, taking the shell of your ear between his teeth.

With a few more strokes of his fingers, you were coming undone, a loud moan ripping from your lungs. White spots clouded your vision as he continued to fuck his fingers into your sapssingcunt. He pressed a gentle kiss on your temple, whispering sweet nothings into your ear before pulling his fingers from your tight walls.

He didn’t give you a moment to breathe before he pulled you off the arm of the couch, letting your body crash into his. The world around you spun as he turned you around, pushing you against the sofa. You called out his name, but he didn’t answer, only bending you over the arm, his hand pressed flatly against the small of your back.

“Yunho.” You whined, looking back at him, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes, hunger burning in his irises.

“Shut up,” He growled, pulling the end of your dress up until it was bunched over your hips, your pretty lace panties on full display. He wrapped his fingers around your waistband, pulling before letting it snap back against your skin, causing you to whimper. “We’re you planning on letting one of them fuck you?”

“N-No.” You choked out, tears dripping from your lashes from the overwhelming need to have him do something.

“Liar.” His tone was mean, fingers grabbing at your underwear once again, but this time, a loud rip filled the room. Then you heard the sound of a zipper, and excitement bubbled in the pit of your gut. “After tonight, you won’t need anyone else. Just me.”

Your breath hitched when you felt him teasing your entrance, then bumping into your clit. He continued to tease you until you were trembling, begging him to do something. Then he was pushing into you, his grip on your hips tight to keep you from squirming.

“Y-Yun–” You were cut off by a moan when he pressed further, stretching you even more. Your ears were ringing from the pain and pleasure, fingers curled around the edge of the couch cushions,

“C’mon baby, you can take it.” He told you, his tone almost condescending, and you let your head hang with a mixture of moans and whines. When he finally bottomed out, you were gasping for air. It was too much but not enough all at once, and he was reaching spots no one else ever had before, and the feeling was turning your mind into mush.

He gave you just enough time to adjust before he was pulling out slowly, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock. The sensation was sending waves of pleasure through your body. Then, once just the tip was left, he slammed back in, causing you to let out a choked gasp, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

His pace was relentless, rough, and mean. Not giving you even an inch to breathe, and you had no other choice but to lie there and take it. He had your hips pinned to the couch, using them as leverage to fuck into you.

All that left your lips were incoherent babbles and moans of his name, your body feeling as if it were set on fire. Yunho smirked, watching as he fucked you stupid, a weird sense of satisfaction blooming in his chest.

Then he repositioned his hips.

“Yunho!” You cried out as you suddenly came, walls contracting around him, and your mouth hung open.

“Shit.” Yunho cursed, his grip tight, sure to leave bruises as he fucked you through your high but never letting up on his pace.

Once you came down from your high, you could feel the overstimulation settling in your bones. Your eyes squeezed shut, pushing more tears out, and broken moans fell from your parted lips.

“Y-Yun–fuck! ‘S too much.” You cried out, hand flying back to grab his wrist, but he just grabbed it before pinning it to your hip. He let his other hand trail up to your neck, pulling your back flush with his chest as he bent over you. The new position had you crying out; he was pushing even deeper.

“It’s not. Take it like a good girl, you can do that, can’t you?” He cooed into your ear, fingers tightening around your neck, and your eyes rolled. You clenched around him, nodding as much as you could before you let out another broken moan.

Your mouth hung open, tears dripping from your nose as the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened to unimaginable levels, ready to snap at any moment. Yunho pressed hot kisses on the back of your shoulder, watching in sick amusement as your mind drifted away from you.

“Y-Yun…” You croaked, legs shaking as your high crept up on you at an insane speed.

Noticing Yunho whispered in your ear, “cum with me, doll, let me feel you.”

That was the final straw, your eyes rolling with a choked moan as you came around his cock, and he bit down on your shoulder as he painted your gummy walls white with his seed. He continued to fuck his cum back into you until you were begging him to stop.

Coming to a stop, he laid over you, allowing the both of you to catch your breath. When you finally came to, he was already looking at you, a smug smile on his lips, causing you to roll your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” You told him, your voice hoarse, and he just leaned over, pressing a firm kiss on your cheek.

“You love it.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone before adding on, “You don’t need them y/n you have me.”

You looked at him, searching his chocolate orbs for any sign that he was lying, but you couldn’t find any. Noticing that confusion was knitted in your brows, he let a smirk spread on his lips before rolling his hips slowly. A gasp fell from your lips; you hadn’t even noticed that he was hard again.

“I can just fuck you until you believe me.” He teased, fingers trailing along the plains of your body, his hips still slowly rocking against yours.

And he did just that.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙧��𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮

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wooyoyap · 22 hours ago

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#YUNHO

Yunho’s neck is so sensitive, especially when it comes to you. Touch his neck, kiss his neck, grip his neck, he’ll fold like a subby puppy. ( 🩶 )

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez hard thoughts #ateez yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #ateez jeong yunho #jeong yunho #yunho ateez #yunho hard thoughts #yunho x reader #yunho smut #ateez yunho #yunho #yunho fanfic

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crimsonbubble · 8 days ago

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may i introduce you to mr jeong 'slutty hands' yunho...

he's such a menace when it comes to you and your infatuation with his hands. they're just so big, strong, and veiny. and he loves how easy it is to rile you up and get you off on them. love love loves to overstim you on his fingers. and love even more when you gush all around him. he loves feeling you clench around his fingers just as much as he loves feeling you clench around his cock.

#bubbly writes <3 #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x y/n #ateez x female reader #ateez x chubby reader #yunho smut #yunho x reader #yunho hard hours #yunho hard thoughts #yunho x you #yunho x y/n

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 hours ago

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hard hours 007:

Yunho has zero tolerance for bad behavior

RATED XXXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

♫Coming Down - Halsey♫

➯a/n: i can't stop myself okay ?! he's infected my brain, i KNEW his ass was a hard dom and now he's just rubbing it in my face smh 😖 this is dedicated to all the lovelies who want yunho to mock them while he fucks them up (i see you in my inbox... full fic next month wink wink)

(>ᴗ•)genre: smmmmuuuuut

➯ddlg / age play disclaimer: ddlg and age play is a popular kink and most people who are into it are NOT into it simply because it's acting cutesy or young. most people enjoy it because of the comfort of being taken care of / told what to do or the pride of taking care of someone else. it is DIFFERENT AND SEPARATE from age regression and ALWAYS should be, ALWAYS will be on my blog. be safe and stay freaky !!

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: established relationship, healthy bdsm dynamics we cheer !!, safe word in place but not used, spanking, manhandling, mocking, size difference, yunho has a pavlovian response to reader crying, aka bro has a dacryphilia kink, praise and degradation double whammy, unprotected, open / semi abrupt ending. name calling: (mostly outside of sex, during punishment) fucker, brat, girl, little, stupid, silly / meanie (lmao) pet names: sweetie, doll, baby, princess / daddy, yunie

♡masterlist + navigation !♡

₊‧⁺stardust˖⋆ @sunnysidesins @onyxmango @devilzliaison @ateezswonderland @queenofdumbfuckery @emilysecresy @kyomiingi @pansexual-and-eating-pancakes @klllerwaifu @seonghwasslytherin @yoonglesbae @wolviejex @estrnrea @lover-ofallthingspretty @willowwyy @jaerisdiction @peelingpaint-heavyheart @satsuri3su @bubbly-moon

18+.MINORS GET LOST.

─..007.tolerance.───

"What?" Yunho deadpans as he looks over his shoulder at you.

You only huff and roll over on his bed, rolling your eyes as you settle.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me," he grits his teeth — feeling the sass that radiates off of you. He knows you all too well.

He stands up quickly, all but jumping on top of you and shoving you to your back. "No, repeat yourself," he demands, his ears burning as you openly roll your eyes now. "Oh, you little fucker."

"You heard me the fi-" You bite back a yelp as he yanks your bottoms and panties off in one rough move.

"Yeah, I did. Do you think I'm deaf all of the sudden, you stupid girl?" He groans, rolling you over and pinning you with his knee on your back when you try to move away. "I just wanted to give you a chance to correct yourself. Obviously, I'm too lenient with you."

He never starts easy with you — it's a punishment for a reason. It's meant to be unpleasant. But that doesn't mean you aren't still shocked when he starts spanking your ass with harsh, quick impacts. "Naughty fucking brat."

"Ow! Daddy!"

"Oh, shut up," he dismisses you, shoving your face into the mattress with his free hand. If it really hurt that bad, you'd be using your safe word. You're just searching for sympathy. And he isn't giving any. Not while he's putting you back in your place.

"Wanna act all cute now that I'm holding you responsible? No ma'am, you don't get out of trouble that easily, you know that."

"B-but, I'm sorry!"

"B-b-but," he mocks you, gripping your hair tightly to stop your fidgeting, "I don't care. Too late for apologies. You doubled down on your bratty behavior, so you're getting treated like a brat. Deal with it. Are we on the same page?"

He leans down, taking a bit of weight off your back whenever you hesitate; still catching up to everything happening. "Hey," he says, still stern — but softer, "are we on the same page? Take your punishment like a good girl, here and now, or you can let me simmer in it and you take it twice as hard later. Which one?"

Even with his face heated and heart racing because of your dismissal of your set-in-stone rules, namely; no back talking to Daddy, he knows better than to do anything you actually don't want.

"...Now, please." You whisper after a moment, going lax under him. It's always fun to put up a little bit of a fight, but whenever you avoid your punishments too long they get near unbearable as he stews in his anger towards — not you, but — whatever you did wrong.

"Smart choice, baby," he says with a kiss to the back of your head before sitting on the edge of the bed, "come here."

He lets you collect yourself for a moment, rubbing your leg softly as you push yourself up. "How many do you think you deserve?" He asks as you slide off the bed and bend yourself over his lap like it's a second nature.

Pushing your luck, you stutter out, "ten?" And you aren't surprised at all when he scoffs a laugh.

"Be real," he squeezes the cheek he'd hit before, making tears bubble up in your waterline. "How many do you deserve for being disrespectful?"

"T-twenty five?"

He presses his lips together for a moment, "hmm. That'll work. Look at me." He holds your chin softly as you crane your neck to meet his eyes, "I'm doing this because you disrespected me. You broke a rule, baby, a big one. So you're being punished — it doesn't mean I love you any less."

"I know..." You pout, eyes still teary even though you fully expected this when you started acting bratty hours ago — it's the whole reason you did in the first place. You were feeling the need to be put in your place, and Yunho will always put you there.

The way your eyes shine with unshed tears makes his cock twitch. "Good," he shoves your face back down gently, making you face the floor as he readjusts you; laying you over his lap. "Count."

And you do. Faithfully following his command and counting each rough spank. Your voice growing shakier and your tears falling in fat globs and your cunt getting wet as his large hand bruises your ass.

And by the time you reach twenty five, you're a sobbing, needy mess wanting to be held gently and fucked stupid all at once — and his bulge is undeniable as you feel it against your side. "D-daddy, please be done," you whimper as your head hangs, hands gripping his sweatpants tightly.

"Daddy's done, sweetheart," he coos, rubbing your back as it trembles with your sobs, "no more spanks, you took them all like a good girl."

"Real-really?"

He bites his lip, wanting to mock your repeated stuttering so badly to see your cute little pout as you tell him to quit being mean. But he holds himself back while you come back to your senses. "Yes, baby, you counted all twenty five, didn't you?"

"Oh, right," you nod, sniffling and melting under his touch.

"Silly girl," he laughs softly, pulling you up carefully and spreading his legs before setting you atop of them so less of your sore behind has to rest on his firm muscles. "Give Daddy a kiss," he hums, wiping your tears; which have slowed from their steady stream into a few every other blink.

You sniffle again, placing your hands atop his shoulders and leaning to peck his lips softly. He slips his heated hands up under your large shirt — dressed to look and feel smaller than you really are, just the way he likes you; putty in his palms as he cups your chest.

"Are you done being a brat?" He asks against your lips, peeking his eyes open to look at you as yours stay blissfully closed; chasing his lips. "You gonna be my princess again?"

"Yes, Yunie," you moan shakily as he squeezes your sides. His hands slide back down to your ass, making you hiss as he lifts you up. "Ow..."

"Oh, I know~ It hurts doesn't it, baby?" When you nod up at him as he lays you on the bed, he grins, "yeah, think about that next time you decide to get mouthy." He plants a kiss on your pout as he lays over you, spreading your legs to settle between them. "My sweet doll can be so forgetful, hm? Nothing in that pretty little head~"

He only laughs when you shove his shoulder weakly, blinking a few more tears, "you meanie."

"Oh, I'm a meanie, am I~?" He tilts his head, fingertips trailing up the inside of your thigh slowly until they reach your wet slit, "did me being a meanie make you this wet, baby?"

You gasp softly, pressing your hips up into his touch before he grips you tightly and holds you down. "Answer me."

"M-maybe..."

"Mmmaybe," he mimics you, a smirk growing on his lips as you frown. "Yeah, it did. Don't be coy. You like when Daddy puts you back in your place~"

You nod, just enough for him to catch it, and he chuckles, " 'course you do. Such a needy little princess~" He pecks your lips softly, reaching over to the bedside table and yanking the drawer open before feeling around blindly while he kisses down your neck.

You know when he pulls out the lube that he's feeling impatient today — and you're about to get used just the way you wanted.

"How do you want it, sweetie?" He leaves one last kiss against your neck before sitting up and pulling his sweatpants and boxers down to free his girth, not even bothering to take them all the way off.

"I don't care, just need you," you whine, just as impatient as you spread your legs further. You swallow thickly as you watch him pour some of the lube into his hand before wrapping it around his cock and fisting it slowly. "Please, Daddy, hurry-"

"Ah," he looks at you sternly, tutting his tongue, "you just acted like a brat, don't you try and tell me what to do. You need to learn some damn patience," he groans as he lays back over you, lining himself up despite his chastising. "I should edge you all night long-"

"No, no, please don't! I'll be good, Yunie!" Your pleads fall into a broken moan as he shoves his tip into you, your hands fidgeting around in search of something to hold. He wipes his hand haphazardly on his sweatpants before bringing them both up to hold yours.

Lacing your fingers together, he slowly inches forward; fresh tears in your eyes from the sudden stretch. "You gonna be good? Promise?" He whispers against your lips, pressing his forehead against yours, "be Daddy's good girl?"

"Y-yes," you breathe out softly, scanning his eyes, "I'm your good girl."

"Awe, yeah, you are~" He coos while bottoming out, watching your brows pinch together as he presses just too deep. "But you're not allowed to cum until I'm done."

Pout all you want, cry all you want, he doesn't care. He thinks it's cute you think you can change his mind.

He's going to use you until he's had his fill and you will not cum until it's over, it's an extension of your punishment.

Yunho has zero tolerance for bad behavior, and he's going to make sure you remember that.

─..007.tolerance.───

#ateez #ateez smut #smut fic #ateez x reader #ateez fic #jeong yunho x reader #yunho hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #yunho hard thoughts #yunho x reader #yunho smut

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jyunhology · 2 days ago

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masterlist ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖

i will use lettering to denote what genre that work is about. f -> fluff, a -> angst, s -> suggestive, m -> mature (including darker themes). this masterlist will be altered the more i write so keep an eye out! ‧₊˚⊹♡

kim hongjoong 𝄞

(nothing yet)

park seonghwa 𝜗ৎ

(nothing yet)

jeong yunho 𓇼

subdued words / unbridled kisses (f)

slide to me (m)

kang yeosang ✧

(nothing yet)

choi san 𓃠

eager to please (m)

song mingi 𖦹

oh, honey lady (a + m)

what’s yours is mine, what’s mine is yours (f + a)

jung wooyoung ✰

(nothing yet)

choi jongho ♪

(nothing yet)

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anxiouscherubs · 5 months ago

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find you in my heart

✦ summary: the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, some fluff, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, big dick yh, unprotected sex (be safe!), yh is desperately in love, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of cheating (past relationships), yh and reader met as baristas, pet names, au where jeong yunho can actually cook, yunho is a lil possessive

✦ pairing: nonidol!yunho x reader

✦ author’s note: as a yunho ult, a yh best friends to lovers has been at the top of my list of things to write. i started this fic after yun posted these photos because i just could not get the vision of late night walks with him out of my head! i am new to writing so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you enjoy ♡ as always, thank you to my lovely best friends for enabling me and proofreading my depravity. love you guys forever. ♡

✦ word count: 12.9k

✦ read it on ao3: here

Two years. Two years down the drain because your ex decided he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You had a sneaking suspicion his change of heart had to do with his hot new coworker, but you couldn’t think too far into it or it would rip you apart more than he already had.

He had grown distant, and you chalked it up to the stress of his new job. But when he started staying late every other day and missing your sacred Thursday date nights, you knew it was the beginning of the end. You were happy together (most of the time), but you were never certain you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. There were certain things about him that you tolerated, but you wanted your forever to be spent with someone who felt perfect for you. And he… didn’t.

Even though you knew he wasn’t who you’d spend your life with, it stung just the same to receive his messages.

loser: hey y/n… i’ve been thinking about this for a while now but i think it’s time for us to part ways.

loser: we’ve had a good run, but i’m just not really feeling it anymore. i hope you understand.

loser: wish you the best. xx

You’d changed his contact and blocked his number immediately, saving yourself from the hurtful words he’d throw your way if you tried to ask for any reasoning or clarification. He always turned into a different person the moment you tried to express your emotions.

“She’s just a coworker, y/n, stop being crazy. You don’t have to worry about her.”

You push his words out of your brain again before they take over. So what if he left you for her? They probably deserve each other. You knew you were better off, that wasn’t the issue. It was that you settled for two years, letting this man who clearly didn’t respect you treat you like an afterthought the entire time. The more you think about it, the more you blame yourself for placing such little value on your own time and energy.

You sit on your couch, your coffee table littered with tear-soaked tissues and instant ramen cups. You haven’t left the house since you got The Texts last night, and you've watched a season of your favorite crime show and eaten your body weight in Buldak since then. You know you can’t sit here and wallow anymore or you’ll start to lose your mind, so you drag yourself to the bathroom to assess the damage. Eyes red and puffy from crying, hair tangled and tied loosely in a scrunchie, tear drops lingering on the same sweatshirt you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours. You look like hell.

“I need to get out of this apartment,” you say to yourself. You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your best friend before hopping in the shower. After washing your hair 3 times, shaving your legs, and exfoliating the sadness away, you’re finally starting to feel human again. You wrap yourself in your favorite towel before checking your phone again.

y/n: yunnie… are you free tonight?

yunho: for you? absolutely. you ok? haven’t heard from you all day.

Of course he’d notice you going MIA for a day. You and your best friend texted every single day, sending quick little updates or funny videos. He’d probably been worried sick, but he never wants to pry. He’s always respected your space like that.

y/n: long story. i’ll explain later.

y/n: meet me in front of blossom in 30?

Blossom was the cafe you and Yunho met working at. You were both burning the candle at both ends working nearly full time as baristas during your senior year of college. Your closing shifts together kept you sane during finals, blasting music and sharing your life stories while you cleaned up the shop. He’d even walk you home, after every closing shift, never wanting to let you walk alone so late. You both gave your two weeks notice right after graduation, but promised each other you’d make up for all the time you wouldn’t spend working together anymore.

That was four years ago, and he’d been such a stable presence in your life since then. You’d grown closer over the years, spending countless movie nights and BBQ dates together. He knew everything about you (after a movie night with too much wine and lots of oversharing) and hadn’t gone running for the hills, so you knew he really cared. You didn’t really have time to make friends in college because you were either working, in class, or studying, so he was really all you had. He was your safe space. You both stayed close by after graduation, staying in your apartments in the city 2 blocks from the cafe on either side. It was nice having your best friend so close by, and the cafe remained a staple in your friendship as a middle point between your two homes. In your reminiscing, you realize you missed your Saturday morning coffee date with him.

yunho: of course, bean. i missed you this morning.

Your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname. It always does. That, and when he calls you sweetheart. Your heart almost came up your throat the first time he pulled that one. Yunho started calling you bean after you spilled an entire bag of light roast on the cafe floor trying to refill the hopper for the openers. He’ll never let you live that one down. You remembered giggling and scooping coffee beans off the floor on your hands and knees together, his hand brushing over yours when you both reached for the dustpan, your eyes meeting, breath quickening…

You shake the memory from your brain, coming back to reality just as you both had snapped out of it in the moment four years ago, scattering to finish cleaning up and avoiding eye contact the rest of the night. You always dismissed the electricity you felt when his skin touched yours, blaming the exhaustion from working a closing shift after being up all night studying. He had a girlfriend at the time, he wouldn’t have been interested in you that way anyway. He’s your friend, y/n, be realistic. You’re reaching. You send another quick text before getting dressed, and he of course responds right away.

y/n: i missed you too, i’m sorry i should’ve texted. it’s been a shitty 24 hours. i’ll see you soon

yunho: no need to apologize. i’ll be there, see you in a bit.

25 minutes pass and you somehow manage to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You dried your hair and pulled half of it up in a claw clip, leaving some pieces out to frame your face. You threw on some concealer and a bit of blush, trying to hide how puffy your eyes still were. It was a chilly fall night, so you opted for your favorite pair of light wash jeans and an oversized black sweater, accompanied by your beat up black chelsea boots and your gray wool coat.

After a quick 5 minute walk you round the corner to see Yunho standing in front of the cafe, his back facing you. Of course he’s right on time. His broad shoulders fill out the black jacket he’s wearing, his crossbody bag tucked under his arm. The neon sign in the cafe window leaves a purple hue reflecting off his freshly dyed dark gray hair. He turns his head at a car passing by, and you catch yourself smiling at the lost puppy look in his eyes. He must’ve seen you approaching in his peripheral, his head snapping in your direction. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with you. His warm brown eyes are full of an emotion you can’t quite name.

Your chest aches at the realization that your ex, in the two years you were together, never looked at you like that. Why did you ever think you were important to him? Your throat suddenly tightens and your vision starts to blur, tears welling in your eyes for the millionth time today. Yunho’s smile drops, his brow furrowing as he takes two long strides to meet you.

“Y/n, what is it, what happened?” He reaches for your shoulders to hold you steady, but you push forward to bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other snakes around your shoulders. Your hands find his waist, gripping his shirt underneath his jacket. His familiar scent of jasmine envelops you, and you realize how badly you needed your best friend to help you through this.

”H-He dumped me,” you sniffle, letting out a shaky breath into Yunho’s chest, “he d-dumped me yesterday, through a fucking t-text message,” another unsteady exhale as you try to level your breathing.

“He did what?!” He pulls you in closer to him, the disbelief lacing his tone reassuring how rational your feelings are.

“It’s over,” you blink away your tears, tilting your head back to look up at your best friend. You’ve never seen the expression on his face before, like anger and worry are battling it out in his brain, and he can’t decide which one should take center stage first. “He texted me last night, saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it anymore’ and he ‘wished me the best,’” your mocking tone repeating his words reignited the angry flame in your chest.

“Wished you the best,” he scoffs, “is he kidding?” He rolls his eyes. “That’s how you end a two-year-long relationship?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking a half step back to give you some more space to catch your breath.

“I can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with someone who just kicked me to the curb without a second thought,” you pinch the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, your eyes lingering on his collarbone peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m convinced he left me for a coworker, the one he told me not to worry about.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips, the burning feeling behind your eyes returning as more tears come. “I’m more upset with myself for letting him treat me like this for so long,”

“Hey, look at me,” Yunho cautiously brings his hands to your face, cradling your head gently. You lean into his touch, dragging your gaze up to meet his.

“He doesn’t know what he just threw away, sweetheart,” Yunho holds your teary cheeks in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen, and if he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You choke out between sniffles.

“Oh y/n… of course I do. I always have,” he wipes a tear from your cheek before it reaches your lips, “since the day I met you.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his admission, your chin wobbling as you try to hold it together.

His eyes search yours, that unspoken emotion taking over his features again. You almost catch the moment he shakes it away, reminding himself that he’s here to support you. His hands fall from your cheeks to grab your hands instead, that familiar electricity prickling your skin as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles.

“Do you wanna go inside? I called ahead and ordered you a maple latte and a raspberry scone as soon as I got your text.” He tilts his head in the direction of the cafe next to you.

You look inside to see two to-go cups and a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. “And an iced caramel latte for you, I’m assuming,” you poke his stomach teasingly, “thank you, Yun, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did,” he gently squeezes your hands, a warm smile taking over his features. “Come on, it seems like we have a lot to catch up on. I have a feeling you have a lot to get off your chest.” He lets go of one hand, keeping hold of the other to walk you to the door. You lace your fingers through his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

You’d spent the last hour sitting in your favorite booth with Yunho, hashing through every single thing you hated about your ex. He was appalled by the things you’d told him, wishing he knew sooner so he could’ve tried to help you see you deserve someone better. Someone who valued your emotions, understood your needs, respected your boundaries… Someone like —

“Yunho, are you with me?” Your voice shakes him out of his daze, bringing him back to the conversation.

“Sorry bean, I just can’t believe he was such an asshole behind closed doors,” he recovers, “I wish you told me sooner. I feel like I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve been.”

”It’s not your fault, I could’ve told you and I didn’t. I think I was in denial,” you scoff. ”I was settling and I knew it, I was just trying to pretend things were better, but I think I’d been checked out for a while.” You swirl your coffee around in your cup, avoiding the concerned look in his eye. If you looked at him too long, you’d risk reading something deeper in the way he cares about you, something that made your heart flutter and ache all at once.

”Y/n, do you remember the girl I was dating when we met?” His tone shifts, a slight vulnerability creeping in. You stop moving your cup, watching the drink settle. You nod hesitantly, still avoiding his eyes.

Of course you remember her. You had developed a crush on Yunho in your first week working together, but you had to smother it at the first mention of her. Any hope you had left for a chance with him disintegrated the first time you saw her — she was the kind of beautiful you only saw on TV. Flawless skin, no split ends, a perfectly sculpted body. Even her voice was smooth. She seemed perfect for him.

“She cheated on me.”

Your head snaps up to him in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

You remember him telling you they broke up in passing — it had been a month after you started a relationship of your own. Part of you always wondered if you had just missed your window to pursue something with Yunho, but you pushed that thought out of your head so you could be present for your best friend. He didn’t want to go into detail about the breakup at the time, and he never did in the two years that followed.

“For the last six months of our relationship, she’d been sleeping with someone she reconnected with from high school. They realized they loved each other, and she ended things.” He offers a sad smile, but the bitterness lingers beneath the surface. You feel a tightness in your chest wondering why he didn’t want to share his pain with you while all of this was going on.

”Oh, Yunnie,” you reach for his hand across the table, holding his large palm in yours. “I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how anyone could ever do that to you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Maybe we can call it even?” He lets out a breathy laugh, ignoring your question. “You didn’t tell me your relationship troubles, I didn’t tell you mine. Now it’s all on the table and we can leave it in the past.” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your response.

“Fine.” You flash a tight lipped smile, wanting to hash this open again with him at a later time. You didn’t keep secrets from each other, so why was he avoiding getting into this with you?

“Well, it’s almost closing time.” Of course he’s gonna change the subject. “Do you need a night alone or are you coming home with me tonight?” He forces a smile from across the table, and you could’ve sworn his ears turned the slightest bit red asking you to spend the night. Sleepovers weren’t out of the norm for the two of you, but this proposal felt different for some reason.

“I think if I’m alone at my place tonight I’ll revert to the sad couch potato I was before I texted you earlier.” You don’t really believe that, feeling like you’ve moved past the depression stage of grief and slowly inching toward acceptance. But you still wanted the company.

“I’d love to come home with you, Yunnie.”

“Then let’s go, sweetheart.”

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Your neighborhood was so beautiful at night. The soft streetlights cast a gentle glow on the sidewalk, illuminating little puddles of water from last night’s rain. The fall air feels cool and crisp, carrying the faint smell of the changing leaves. This late at night, the stillness is calming… usually.

You two had found this to be the perfect environment to have your deepest talks. Taking regular nighttime walks with Yunho had become one of your cherished rituals, especially when one of you needed to get something off your chest. You’d shared fragments of your lives, from your family drama to his frequent arguments with a stubborn coworker at his new job. But tonight, a suffocating silence swirls around you.

You’d taken a full lap around the neighborhood in silence since leaving Blossom, the familiar path devoid of your usual chatter. As you approach Yunho’s place, his brisk pace and hands shoved deep in his pockets told you he wasn’t going to be the one to acknowledge it. He was never one for confrontation. If he wouldn’t tell you what’s going on voluntarily, you’d have to coax it out of him.

You stop walking, the cool air feeling sharper on your skin. He takes three more strides before he stops too, spinning back around to face you, confusion etched on his devastatingly handsome features.

“You okay, bean?” he asks, tilting his head at you, genuine concern flickering in his eyes.

“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing,” you reply, barely above a whisper. Maybe you weren’t one for confrontation either.

He takes a step closer to you, “I’m fine,” he says with a quick shrug and a slight shake of his head.

“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we left Blossom? Did I say something to upset you?” You try your hardest to grab your frustration before it bubbles up, but you can already tell it’s too late. His dismissive tone, both here and at the cafe, gnaws at you. It triggers something inside of you from your recently ended relationship, and you feel on the verge of either shutting down or letting your emotions spiral.

“I just thought you might want a quiet walk is all.” He can barely look you in the eye, and that’s when you know something is very wrong.

“Come on Yun, you know that’s not what’s going on. Something is bothering you.” The frustration claws higher and higher, an unwelcome tightness gripping at your chest. Don’t cry, y/n.

He opens his mouth, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but stops himself, his hands finally pulling from his pockets to rest on his hips. He stares at a fallen leaf swirling in a puddle between you.

“Is it because we talked about your ex?” He winces just a little at your words. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds, I just thought after everything we’ve shared with each other that you’d want to talk to me about it.” You don’t mean for your words to sound accusatory, but based on the way his body tenses, you realize they must have.

“It’s not that, y/n, it’s not about…” his voice trails off into a sigh. His eyes search yours, his mind racing trying to decide if he wants to get into what’s really going on, what he’s been keeping inside for so long.

“Then what is it?” You’re grasping at straws, desperately trying to get him to give you anything to go off of. When you’re met with more silence and an indiscernible look in his eyes, you push forward.

“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me she cheated on you Yun, we help each other through everything.” Anger wells up in you, more at yourself for not asking him to open up to you about it at the time.

“Y/n, please, it’s more complicated than just her cheating, and I just don’t know if now is the best time to get into it, you’re still—”

“Still what, Yunho? Grieving my own relationship? Just because I just got dumped doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you!” Your voice rises, each word sharp, the tension in your throat threatening to break. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, that’s not up to you—”

“Fine,” he interrupts, “do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t tell you, y/n? Is that what you want?” His ears redden, and you can’t tell if he’s angry, embarrassed, or a combination of the two. You nod hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you she cheated because I didn’t care, okay? I didn’t care. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore, but neither was mine.” His chest heaves, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a brief moment to brace himself.

“I didn’t care that she cheated, because I didn’t want her anyway.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted you.”

Oh.

His eyes burn into yours as his words hang in the air between the two of you.

“Yunho…” You take a step toward him only for him to take a step back. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it. What is happening right now?

“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve held it in for so long, and I just can’t do it anymore, I—” He stutters over his words, “I wasn’t grieving my relationship, I was grieving yours. You found someone just before she ended things with me, and I realized maybe you and I weren’t meant to be. That we’d never have the chance to try.” His eyes gloss over with pent up emotion, thinking about all the time he spent wondering what could’ve been. “I wanted you, but I had to act like I didn’t, and we were becoming such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin it, I just—”

”Did you think I didn’t feel the same?” You interrupt him. “That I don’t feel the same now?”

He tilts his head at you, the tension in his body visibly disintegrating. “What are you saying?” Brows furrowing, cheeks blushing, so many emotions flying through his features at a speed neither of you can process. He runs his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. “Sweetheart, what are you saying?”

“I wanted you, too, Yun…” The words tumble out of you, a rush of honesty that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. “I want you too.”

He takes another step toward you, his mind racing as he searches for answers to never ending questions. “You did?” Another step. “You do?”

“Yes, and yes,” you nod, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your admission—both to Yunho and to you. You realize you’d never said it out loud before, not even to yourself.

“Say it again,” he urges, closing the gap between the two of you. One hand finds your waist while the other gently cradles the back of your neck. His touch lights a fire on your skin, his hands feeling heavier on your body than they ever have before. Your hands find their way to his waist, tugging him closer to you. Chests heaving, hearts racing.

“I want you, Yunho.”

The tension between you peaks, your grip tightening on one another, like if either one of you lets go, the moment will slip away. Yunho’s eyes search yours, looking for confirmation.

He gently cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting the familiar spark that had always lingered between the two of you. Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the fear of moving too fast and the undeniable pull you have always felt towards him.

You bring a hand up to his cheek, your fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You linger for a moment before wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Y/n,” he whispers, “sweetheart,” his gaze drops to your lips, and you swear you can hear your hearts beating in time with one another in the quiet.

You take a deep breath, searching his gaze for the same spark of desire you feel coursing through your body. He inches closer, breath mingling with yours, heating the space between you.

“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly.

You nod, breathless, as you lean in just enough to finally close the distance between the two of you.

The tip of his nose brushes against yours, the contact making your head spin. You’ve thought about this moment countless times, and being here feels so right.

“Yunho,” you breathe, “please kiss me alr—“

His mouth molds to yours before you can finish your sentence, pulling all the remaining air from your lungs. The world around you explodes in a flash of warmth and tenderness, all the hurt you had been feeling melting away into a puddle at your feet.

You feel a rush of emotions— relief, joy, and a deep, intoxicating desire— as he deepens the kiss. Your hands tighten around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he sweeps his tongue across your bottom lip. You lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips on yours erasing everything else you’ve ever felt.

His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. This moment, this kiss, feels like a declaration— a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden glances, the years of longing between the two of you. It’s exhilarating.

He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths the only sounds on the quiet street. Your hands slide from his neck, traveling down his chest before settling on his waist.

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to cut you off,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve just been waiting a really long time to do that.” He drops a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.

“You can cut me off anytime if it means I get to kiss you,” you nuzzle into his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat slows yours to match.

“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Yes, abso—“

His lips connect to yours again, a fire igniting in your belly when his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like caramel, the sweetness of his latte lingering on his tongue. Wide hands wrap around your hips, dragging you closer, rolling your body into him.

You snake your hands up his lower back, digging your nails into his skin through his shirt. A low groan rumbles deep in Yunho’s throat at the sensation, sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. A whimper crawls up your throat before you can stop it, and Yunho smiles against your mouth. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently.

“Your lips are even softer than I imagined they’d be,” he gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling back. His deep eyes find yours, his blushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights.

“You’ve imagined kissing me?” Shyness creeps in at the realization that Yunho thought about you in the same way you thought about him.

“Among other things, yes,” he brushes your hair out of your face, his palm settling to cup your cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.”

“I am not blushing!” You hide your face in your hands. “Maybe I am, but how can I not when you talk to me like that,” you muffle into your palms.

“I’ll talk to you any way you want if it means you’ll react like this,” he teases, gently pulling your hands from your face to hold them in his. “Your hands are freezing, sweetheart,” he brings your hands to his mouth, holding them between his and blowing his hot breath onto them to warm them up.

”Well we have been out here a while,” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.

“Am I still allowed to take you home tonight, or would that complicate things?” He’s either nervous, or hesitant. Either would make sense, you just got dumped and 24 hours later you’re confessing your feelings for your best friend (and kissing him). Anyone with a brain might wonder if you’re rushing, or worse, rebounding. Once you get out of this cold, you can talk things through.

“Yes, please, let’s go.” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before pulling him in the direction of his place.

“You got it, baby.” He slings an arm over your shoulder, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your heart flutters as you walk toward his apartment.

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As soon as you walk through Yunho’s front door, he breezes past you to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite rosé while you kick off your boots. As you shed your jacket, he sets two full glasses on his simple wooden coffee table, heading back to his kitchen to grab a bag of chips and some chocolates. He returns with his hands full, confusion lacing his features when he finds you standing in the middle of his living room stifling a laugh.

“Is something funny?” He chuckles at your reddening cheeks as you let out a giggle.

“When did you get so nervous to have me in your apartment?” Part of you feels bad for teasing, but he looks so cute when he’s flustered, you can’t help it. “I’ve never seen you move so fast to get me a glass of wine.”

“Well, when you decide to tell me you want me in the middle of the street, that tends to change things, baby,” he grins at you, clocking you for the second time now having a physical reaction to his newest pet name for you. You thought sweetheart sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth, but baby is a whole new level of intoxicating.

”You said it first, but I guess that does change things, huh, baby?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Do I make you nervous, Jeong Yunho?”

“You make me a lot of things, sweetheart, but nervous isn’t one of them.” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the gesture making your head spin. After setting your snacks down on the coffee table, he finally takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He plops down on his couch, patting the empty cushion next to him. “Come sit with me,” the deep, inviting tone of his voice has you moving to him immediately. Grabbing your wine, you sit next to him, folding one leg up onto the couch to turn to face him. He copies your position, his knee resting just an inch from yours.

“What do I make you feel, then?” You swirl your wine in your glass as your gaze flicks over his handsome features. Landing on his eyes, your heart jumps at the way they shine for you.

“Fulfilled,” he starts, scooting closer to you so your knees are just barely touching. “Cared for, understood,” the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, “and loved.”

A bloom of warmth floods your chest at the word. This is what you’ve been missing the last few years. You thought your ex would give you this sense of gratification if you gave him more time, but what you were searching for was in your best friend. You always knew in the back of your mind that it was him. The one who held you when you cried, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who would drop everything to be there when you needed him. You take a big sip of your wine.

“I was settling,” the words fall off your lips before you can stop them, the alcohol warming your cheeks right away. “I thought that if I kept giving him everything he would eventually give me half of what I was craving, but in the back of my mind I think I knew he’d never be what I really needed… I settled for him.”

Yunho offers a soft nod, zero judgment, only understanding. “And what is it you were craving?” He moves even closer to you, your shins now pressed together.

“You,” you sigh, his deep eyes boring into yours, waiting for more. You tap your fingers on your wine glass, contemplating your next words. “The connection, the comfort, the joy, the love that you gave me,” your throat tightens thinking about the nights you spent longing for your best friend. “I wanted you, how you made me feel…but I settled for him.”

“Right person, wrong time,” Yunho scoffs, a gentle shake of his head, “kind of applies to us, right? We’ve wanted each other for years now, but we just never had the chance.”

“I should’ve told you sooner, Yun,” your hand rests on his, his fingers immediately lacing between yours. “We’ve wasted so much time,” hot tears blur your vision, but you blink them away before they fall.

“Hey, we have all the time in the world, baby,” he brings your hand to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “All the time in the world,” he muffles against your skin. You turn your palm to hold his cheek, and you notice his eyes roll back before they flutter closed.

“All the time in the world,” you repeat, threading your fingers into his hair. A future with Yunho flashes through your mind. Lazy Sunday mornings, celebrating milestones and holidays together, late nights tangled in the sheets, his body taking over yours —

“Y/n…” His deep, smooth voice brings you back to the moment, the sound of your name on his lips heating your cheeks.

“Hm?”

He gently takes your wine glass from your hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his untouched one. When his eyes find yours again, warmth pools in your belly at the darkness that’s taken over his features. “I really want to kiss you again, but I feel like we should talk first,” he takes both your hands in his, and your heart pounds a beat faster in your chest. “If you spend the night tonight, there’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I can let you go.”

“I don’t want you to let me go, Yun,” you squeeze his hands in yours. “I’ve waited too long to get here, I don’t wanna go back… You already have me, don’t let me go.” The thudding in your rib cage intensifies with every second of heated silence.

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he finally says, pulling you in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, resting your knees on either side of his hips, deepening the kiss as his hands wander to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. You roll your hips against him, his grip tightening on you as he drags your body over him. A groan rumbles in his chest and you feel his cock stiffening beneath you, grinding on him slower and harder.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” Yuhho’s hand snakes up your back and into your hair, gently removing your clip and tossing it to the floor before gripping your locks and tilting your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your neck to his mouth. He nips at your skin, licking the spot with his tongue, moving up to the tender spot under your ear. “My beautiful girl,” his hot breath in your ear has your entire body blooming with goosebumps.

”Yunho,” you roll your hips over him again as his lips travel down your neck to your collarbone, a whimper crawling up your throat at your rough jeans catching on your swelling clit. He feels harder and harder underneath you with each rock against him, and you’re cursing yourself for wearing such thick pants. You just want to feel him.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He tightens his grip on your hair, kissing back up your neck until his lips connect with yours again. You moan into his mouth as his other hand guides your hips back and forth, shamelessly grinding your bodies against each other like horny teenagers.

“Touch me please,” you beg, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teases. He snakes an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls you onto your back, laying you down in the soft cushions. He kneels, settling between your legs, spreading them wide to roll his hips into your needy clothed core. His mouth finds yours again, tangling his tongue with yours.

The hand in your hair loosens, trailing down your body, ghosting over your breasts, down your belly, and lifting your sweater slightly to get to your jeans. He makes light work of the button and zipper, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings with ease, all while keeping his mouth on yours. You feel him tapping on your ass, signaling you to lift your hips. When you do, he shimmies your jeans down your legs agonizingly slowly, breaking the kiss to admire the bits of your skin he’s dreamt about for years.

He tosses your jeans on his living room floor, and a timidity slithers up at the realization that you’re in your underwear on your best friend’s couch. His broad hands rest on your thighs, letting you close them slightly, your shared shuddering breaths the only sound in his quiet apartment.

“Getting shy on me, sweetheart?” He teases you, reading your mind. He knows you so well. You giggle as he slides his hands to your sweater, dragging it up your body, exposing your panties, shifting it higher and higher until the bottom hem of your bra is barely showing. He slides his hands under your top, expertly cradling your bra-clad breasts in his hands, letting out a restrained groan. The energy shifts and you whimper, watching his eyes locked on the way his fingers swim beneath the fabric of your sweater. You let your legs fall open slightly as Yunho slots himself between them, peppering your belly with gentle kisses and thumbing one of your pebbling nipples through the thin material of your bra.

“Yun…” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you lower and lower, “please,”

“Mhm,” he nods against your soft skin, shifting down to lay on his belly between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. You feel his searing breath over your pussy, cooling the growing wet patch in your panties, making you clench around nothing. He picks up on your reaction, gripping your hips before blowing a steady stream of air over your sensitive heat.

“Oh,” you breathe, wriggling under his strong grasp, spreading your legs wider for him.

“You’re so reactive,” he murmurs, biting down on your inner thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. You yelp at the sensation, covering your mouth in shock of the sound that just came out of you. Yunho chuckles darkly, “don’t hold back, baby, I wanna hear all the noises you make.”

He hooks an arm over your hip so his hand rests on your mound. He grips your panties in his fist, pulling them up until the fabric slips between your wet folds, gliding firmly over your clit. You stifle a sob as he tugs them harder, biting you once more.

“I thought I told you not to hold back, sweetheart,” he licks your skin again, soothing the angry bite mark that will surely be bruised by morning. Another tug of your panties has you mewling, one hand gripping his hair for dear life, the other blindly searching for anything to ground you.

“Yunnie, please, stop teasing me,” you never thought your sweet and wholesome best friend could have you whimpering and begging beneath him, hardly having touched you. He has such a dark, dominating presence about him in this moment, and it’s making your head fuzzy.

He lets go of your panties, swiftly pulling them to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool air. You suck in a sharp inhale, finally bare to him.

“Fuck,” he moans, “look at you, baby,” he runs two fingers through your heat, the sudden contact making you cry out. He spreads you wide to see every inch of you, taking his time. “So pretty,” he breathes.

“I need you, please,” you whine, “are you gonna make me keep begging?”

“Baby, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” he drawls, “let me savor it a little.” Before you can protest, he teases your entrance with two fingers, slowly thrusting them deeper and deeper inside you, little by little, until his palm is flush with your cunt. Your head falls back into the cushions, your chest heaving. You had daydreamed about how his fingers would feel inside of you, but nothing compares to the real thing. He pumps in and out a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your back arch. You grip his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but you can’t help it. You miss the way his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open at the pain.

Yunho lets you guide his mouth to your core, his fingers keeping a steady pace as he uses his free hand to spread you open, swirling his tongue around your clit.

“Yunnie…” you whimper, grinding your hips on his mouth. He nods against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud over and over in time with his fingers moving in and out of you. Pleasure blooms in your belly as he works you, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge.

“Feeling good, sweetheart?” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, circling your clit softly to ease you into the sensation. You push yourself down into his hand, needing more. He chuckles, applying more pressure until he feels you melting under him.

“Yes, so good Yun, fuck,” the pressure low in your belly builds rapidly, and you know if he keeps going at this pace, you’ll fall apart in no time. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and once your eyes lock with his you know you’re a goner.

His hair is mussed from your tugging on it, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. He smirks at you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders so he can kneel between them again, sitting back to get a good look at you, never slowing his ministrations. You make the mistake of glancing down, your mouth drying at the sight of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. He hits that spot deep inside you again, and you fall back into the cushions, breathy curses falling from your mouth over and over.

“You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell,” he drops his free hand next to your head, caging you in beneath him, watching his fingers pistoning in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace. “Mine, mine, mine,” he repeats over and over, like he can’t believe this is finally happening. He brings his lips to yours, mumbling the words against your mouth as you nod wordlessly in agreement, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you dizzy. He kisses you down to your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, praise after praise whispered into your ear.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and you cry out at the sensation.

“I’m yours, I’m yours— fuck!” You feel the cord in your belly tightening and tightening.

“Good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “come around my fingers, baby,”

“Oh, oh,” you shudder underneath him, his words pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure burning from the inside out. He kisses you hard, slowing his pace bit by bit to ease you through your climax, your body trembling in his hold. “Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth, “I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You sure are,” he peppers your cheeks with soft, tender kisses, your brain slowly coming back online as he slows his fingers, coming to a stop. “And I’m yours,” he kisses you gently, easing his fingers out of you, slipping your panties back into place. He lays down on the couch next to you, pulling your favorite throw blanket over your exposed bottom half, tracing hearts and stars on your skin while your breathing steadies, running his fingers through your hair as you let your eyes flutter closed. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body keeping the flame in your core burning.

“You are incredible, Jeong Yunho,” you giggle as he kisses every inch of your face, his soft lips mapping the details of your skin. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Why, because I made you come in 5 minutes flat?” His low drawl has desire coursing through your veins, part of you feeling embarrassed he can turn you on so easily with just his words.

Your breath hitches as you nod, trying to keep your cool, but he knows you better than that by now. “You really like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, baby?”

“Apparently I do,” you turn to look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly. “I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” you tease.

“Well for starters, I want to take you to bed” His mouth hovers over the shell of your ear, the combination of his hot breath fanning over your skin and the vibrations of his deep voice have lust taking over your thoughts once again. “I want to fuck you properly, and we just don’t exactly have the space for that here,” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Oh,” you giggle, his straightforwardness taking you by surprise. Just like that you’re throbbing for him again, your mind racing thinking about where your night with him is going to go. “I’d like that.”

Before he can catch you, you jump up from the couch, leaving your throw blanket behind, beelining for the hallway toward Yunho’s bedroom, giggling the whole way.

“Hey!” He laughs, clamoring up to chase after you. A few long strides and he’s caught up to you, right in the doorway of his bedroom. He hooks an arm around your waist and you yelp as he spins you around to face him, the momentum of both your running carrying you to the foot of his bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, but he holds you upright, pressing your body against his. Your eyes lock, both of you breathing heavily.

“Someone’s excited,” Yunho chuckles, giving you a firm kiss before pushing you back onto his bed. You let out a breathless laugh as you plop down on the mattress, pushing yourself to sit upright.

“A little,” your hands find his torso, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He smirks down at you as you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach to chest. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him, and pulls his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor. You’d seen him without a shirt a handful of times, but this close he looks ethereal. Your fingers dance across his bare skin, reveling in the feeling of being able to touch him like this. You want to see more of him, touch more of him, taste more of him.

“Yun,” you start, hesitant to take the lead. You slide your hands down his body until your fingers feel the smooth leather of his belt. Your eyes meet his, not breaking contact while you smoothly undo his belt buckle. “Can I?” You whisper.

“You can do whatever you want to me, y/n,” he breathes, looking down to where your fingers are undoing the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. You pull his jeans down, and he kicks them to the side, standing before you in only his boxers, his hard length pressing against the confines of the fabric.

His fingers lace through your hair, gripping it gently to tip your head back. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, letting him let go of your hair to take it from your hands and toss it to the floor. You reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra, slowly sliding it from your body and dropping it next to your discarded sweater. Yunho’s chest heaves as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, drinking this image of you in, dragging his gaze across your exposed chest.

“So beautiful,” his voice has dropped even lower, a tone you’ve never heard from him, the deep timbre stoking the fire deep inside you. “You are so beautiful,” he cups your face in his hands, bending over to kiss you softly. He parts your lips with his tongue as you rest your hands on his abdomen, sliding one down to palm his cock over his boxers.

“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, your fingers wrapping around him as much as you can through the fabric, stroking his impressive length as he licks deeper into your mouth. You pump him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, drawing another guttural moan from his lips. Your mouth is watering at the feeling of him, but it’s not enough.

You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Yunho breaks the kiss to watch you pull them slowly down, down, down, until his cock springs free, hanging heavy in front of you. You absentmindedly lick your lips at the sight of him, feeling the wetness in your panties growing. Lust prickles across your skin thinking about feeling him inside of you.

“Yunho,” you sigh, wrapping your fingers around him, pumping him slowly as he stands up straight, tugging your hair in his fist to tip your head back again. “I want you to fuck my throat,” you whine, “please,”

“Oh, baby,” he grips your hair tighter at your words while you stroke him, the sting making your cheeks warm, “you want me to stuff your pretty little mouth? Wanna wrap those beautiful lips around me?” Towering over you like this, you start to realize just how much he could overpower you, and the thought spreads heat through your abdomen.

“Please,” you nod, “I wanna taste you,” you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. You pump his length twice more as you guide his hips toward your mouth, dropping your hands into your lap as his tip rests on your tongue.

“Mmh, so pretty,” he whispers, wrapping his fist around his cock, tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding past your lips. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You nod, wrapping your lips around him, sliding your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. His head falls back, a beautiful moan falling from his lips as you slowly start to bob your head. You take more of him, inch by inch until his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he absentmindedly thrusts deeper, chasing the sensation.

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening again as he holds you there. “I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” He brings his free hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as you nod in confirmation. As soon as you give him the signal, he pulls back slightly, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him and your tongue gliding over him. “So beautiful with your mouth stuffed so full,” he praises you, thrusting deeper into your mouth, down your throat, testing the limits of what you can take. He finds a steady rhythm, and you match his pace, bobbing your head and licking over every inch of him as he pumps in and out of your mouth, the stretch burning your throat deliciously.

You can’t take your eyes off of him, tears blurring your vision as you admire his lustful features. His furrowed brow, his blown pupils, his flushed cheeks. The bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, the tensing muscles in his stomach as he pumps into your mouth… he looks so beautiful. You find yourself rocking your hips, grinding into the mattress, looking for any friction you can get.

He thrusts deep into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat again, and he holds you down on him, your nose brushing over his abdomen. The lack of air makes your head spin, and you want him even deeper. You reach up to grab his hips, but your hand bumps his thigh on the way up, which he takes as your signal that it’s too much.

“Shit,” he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, was that too rough?” His eyes are full of panic and he brushes your hair out of your face, wiping the saliva that had bubbled up at the corners of your mouth. It all happens so fast, it takes you a moment to process the man waiting in front of you, waiting for a response. Before you can stop yourself, a smile breaks across your face and a giggle rises up your throat.

“Yunnie,” you laugh, cradling his concerned face in your hands, “I’m fine, more than fine,” you try to catch your breath. “I was trying to…grab your hips to pull you closer, but I … bumped your leg by mistake,” his panicked face relaxes, a beautiful smile taking its place, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I do appreciate how quickly you stopped though,” you tease him, your breathing finally steady, “it’s nice to know my boundaries will be taken very seriously.”

“You scared me!” He laughs, dropping his head in your lap.

“It was an accident!” You laugh with him, brushing through his hair with your fingers. “I actually wanted you to be more rough with me,”

He straightens up. “Is that so?” He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, the darkness returning to his gaze as he stands again, leaning over you. You lean back onto your elbows as he towers over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body.

“It is,” you whisper, suddenly feeling so small beneath him, all lightheartedness suddenly sucked out of the room. “I would enjoy that very much,”

“Mmh,” he hooks an arm under your waist, lifting you easily and moving your body further up the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he drops you, heart warming as he reaches above you to grab a pillow to prop under your head. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he hooks his fingers on your panties, and you lift your hips for him to peel them off of you. He tosses them to the floor, turning his attention back to you, spreading your legs wide open, kneeling between them.

“I would enjoy that too, however,” he runs his hands up your calves, your thighs, until he reaches your center, using both hands to spread you wide open. You watch in awe as he runs two fingers through your arousal, teasingly dipping them inside of you. “I want to savor every moment of this,” he dips down to kiss you softly as he drives his fingers even deeper, prodding that tender spot inside of you, drawing a whine from your lips. “Let me be gentle this time, let me show you how much I–” he pauses, something indiscernible flashing through his eyes. “Let me show you how much I’ve been wanting you,” he recovers. “Then next time,” his thumb flicks over your clit, “I will do whatever you want me to do to you,” he circles the sensitive bud, your mind reeling. “Does that sound good, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “so good,” you whimper as he scissors his fingers inside of you, surely trying to stretch you open for what’s to come.

He reaches for the drawer in his nightstand with his free hand, but you stop him. “You don’t have to wear one,” you interrupt.

“Are you sure?” His fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you wider with each thrust, but still giving your conversation his attention.

“I’m on the pill and was tested recently, so yes, please Yunnie, I want to feel you,” you mewl, “please let me feel you,”

“So good for me,” he praises you over and over, “are you ready?”

“Yes, please,” you whine when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, desperate for him. He lifts your hips, pulling you closer to him, nestling himself between your legs, being sure to adjust your pillow once more. He spreads you open with one hand, tapping the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You both freeze at the same time as the reality of what’s about to happen finally hits you.

The feeling of this moment is nothing you’ve experienced before. For years, you’ve longed for Yunho, wanting the intimacy of your friendship to go beyond just emotional intimacy. You’ve yearned for him as long as you’ve known him. You wanted him– all of him. Finally, the universe decided it’s time for you two to experience that.

You realize he’s feeling it too, his hand finding your cheek in the silence, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen down your cheek. “I know, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need to hear.

He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushes inside, easing you into the sensation, gently stretching you out on his cock. You feel grateful that he prepped you with his fingers, the sting you feel only lasting a few brief moments before he’s smoothly gliding into you. He pushes in deeper and deeper, until you’re filled to the brim. He drops his hands to the mattress on either side of your head as he bottoms out. Almost in unison, you both let out a shuddering exhale.

“You feel incredible, fuck” he breathes against your forehead, finally pulling back to look into your eyes, your bodies finally connected physically in the way they’ve felt connected spiritually all these years. “And you look so pretty, my angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining.

“I don’t know how you can still manage to make me blush when you’re literally inside of me,” you pant, shyly giggling as your cheeks warm under his loving gaze. He hisses at the way you squeeze around him when you laugh. “Sorry,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles.

“I’m learning so much about you today,” he pulls hips back slightly before burying himself inside you again, all teasing coming to an instant halt as the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot.

“Oh my–” your back arches at the feeling, “God Yunnie, I feel so f-full.”

“You’re doing so well baby,” he praises you again, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock.”

“I need you to fuck me,” you scramble to grip his forearms, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “Please,” you wriggle your hips beneath him, “move,”

“Mm,” he pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock resting inside of you, “say it again, sweetheart,”

“Fuck me Yunnie, please,” you beg, trying to push your hips down on his cock.

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, I’ll never get tired of it” he slams into you, and you cry out as he bottoms out inside of you again. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you more delicious than you could’ve ever imagined. He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth, swallowing all of your pretty little moans.

He cups one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple, stoking the fire in the pit of your belly. He straightens, admiring how beautiful you look while you take him. Your lips red and puffy, your eyes half lidded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.

“So pretty, taking me so well,” he praises you as his hand coasts up your chest, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. He holds his hand there for a moment, making a mental note of the way your eyes light up when he briefly squeezes the column of your throat.

“F-feels so g-good,” you choke out between thrusts. His thumb slides along your jaw toward your chin, prodding at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it briefly before he pops it out of your mouth, trailing it down your body until he reaches your clit. The contact has your head spinning, the cord in your center tightening and tightening as he flicks your sensitive bud.

“Baby, look,” his voice cuts through the foggy lust in your head, grabbing your attention. He nods down to where your bodies are connected, gesturing for you to take a glance.

One look at him splitting you open has your climax threatening to wash over you, warmth running up and down your spine at the sight of your arousal shining on his cock as he pistons in and out of your heat relentlessly. He swirls his thumb around your clit faster at the feeling of you squeezing around him.

“You close, sweetheart?” He’s breathless as he fucks you, hitting so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach.

“Mhm, fuck, yes,” you cry out, scrambling for his free hand, lacing your fingers between his.

“Come on, I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.” He’s fucking you impossibly hard, each thrust hitting just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Let me feel you, love,”

“Oh my god,” you stammer out a string of curses as your second orgasm washes over you, your heart thudding in your ears as your body tenses underneath him. He barely slows his pace, keeping his thumb resting on your clit, fucking you through your high.

“There she is,” he coos, slowing little by little until your body starts to relax. He thrusts all the way inside, bottoming out, collapsing over you.

“Wow,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to cradle his flushed face. “That was,”

“Incredible?” He finishes your sentence, kissing your sweaty forehead over and over. You let out a soft moan in agreement, and his cock jumps inside of you at the sound.

“Mmh,” you whimper, the warmth creeping back into your belly, and you squeeze around Yunho’s cock.

“Wanting more already?” He teases, pushing his hips against you, thrusting himself in even deeper.

“Absolutely,” you squeeze around him again, craning your neck up to capture his lips with yours. “Fuck me however you want, baby,” you whisper against his mouth. His cock twitches inside you again and you giggle, waiting for his next move.

“Flip over,” he pants, “I wanna fuck you like this,” he slips out of you and you whine, feeling empty. He helps you roll onto your belly, kneeling behind you as he pulls your ass in the air and plants a hand in the middle of your back, guiding you to arch for him. You squish your cheek into the mattress, trying to look back at him. “Fucking hell,” he palms your ass with both hands, admiring your delectable form, “you are unreal.”

“Yun, please, I need you,” you whine as he bends over your body, planting hot, wet kisses up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck, bringing his lips to your ear. You feel his cock bump against your backside, his body flush against yours.

“You are insatiable, my love,” your heart flutters at the word, but your lust pushes any overanalyzing to the back of your mind in favor of how desperate you are for him.

You push back into him, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your heat. He straightens at the feeling, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs as he watches you move. You roll your hips, catching the tip of his cock between your folds, wiggling and rocking to find the right angle before it finally slips inside.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as you push back, taking him deeper and deeper until your ass is flush against him. You start bouncing your hips, taking him in and out, slowly at first, the sounds of his moans filling your ears and soaking your center.

“Feel good, baby?” You muffle from beneath him, moving your hips quicker with each bounce on his cock. You open your legs a little wider, the new angle rocking his cock against your g-spot.

“The best thing I’ve ever felt,” he rolls his hips to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the air of his bedroom. “I can’t believe how long we’ve waited for this,” he grips your hips, meeting your thrusts in earnest, fucking into you impossibly deep. You match each other’s pace immediately, moans and whines filling the air.

He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you upwards until your body is flush against his, your sweat-slicked bodies rocking together. His hand drops from your hair to wrap around your neck, holding you firmly in place as he threads his other hand between your legs, his middle and ring finger easily finding your swollen clit.

“I want you like this forever,” he whispers in your ear as he drives into you, your motivation to bounce on him melting into the mattress beneath you. You want him to take you however he wants you, your body molding into his grip.

“Forever,” you nod as he kisses your neck, “you have me forever Yunnie,”

“Again,” he groans as you tighten around him, his fingers swirling around your clit, your third orgasm of the night building rapidly low in your belly. “Say it again,”

“Forever,” you repeat, “I’m yours forever,”

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close,” he growls into your ear, “you take me so well, like you were made for me,”

“I was, Yun,” you assure him, “I was made for you,” he rubs your clit faster, “and you were made for me,”

“God, yes,” he kisses your shoulder, his pace faltering as he gets closer to the edge, “I love you, y/n, fuck.” His fingers swirl around your clit as his hips stutter, spilling hot and fast inside of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over as he ruts into you.

“I love you, Yunho,” you cry out, your heart exploding as your orgasm follows, your body shuddering against him as you come together, your words and his swirling around you in the afterglow.

He holds you tight against him, guiding your spent form back down to the mattress, kissing every inch of your skin as you both come down from your highs. He slips out of you, lowering your hips, massaging your sore muscles before rolling onto his back next to you. You mimic his position, flipping over so you’re both staring at the ceiling, processing the words you both just confessed. You lay together in silence, the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. You let your eyes close, processing the moment.

“Jeong Yunho,” your voice is hoarse once you speak. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes flutter open, turning your head to see him already beaming at you. He rolls onto his side, bringing himself nose to nose with you.

“I love you.” He declares, clear and confident, your heart swelling in your chest. His lips brush over yours, both of you smiling as he kisses you softly. “Your turn,” he whispers. You copy him, rolling onto your side, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his forehead as he throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I love you,” you giggle, kissing him again.

“One more time?”

“I, love, you,” you emphasize each word with a gentle kiss on his lips,

“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

You whine in protest, but Yunho eventually gets you into the bathroom, running a hot shower for the both of you. You wash up together, hardly able to keep your hands off of each other. Once you’ve fallen apart in his hands twice more and the water’s run cold, he helps you into a pair of his boxers and his biggest, softest sweatshirt.

“This feels like a dream,” you think out loud once you’re snuggled up in Yunho’s bed together. “Is this a dream?”

“If it is, I never want to wake up,” he smiles at you under the dim street lights flooding through his windows. “This is all I need, forever.”

You kiss him at that, soft and tender, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you close. You fall asleep shortly after, nose to nose, hearts full.

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You wake to the morning sun shining through Yunho’s bedroom windows, the sweet smell of vanilla flooding your nose. Stretching your tired limbs, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. Panic floods your mind at the sight, your past making you assume the worst. Is he sleeping on the couch? You wonder. Does he regret what he said and now he’s avoiding me? Before you can reason with yourself, you jump out of bed and speed walk down the hallway, stopping dead in your tracks when you reach the kitchen.

“You’re not freaking out, are you y/n?” Yunho drawls, his voice still laced with sleep, low and raspy. He hasn’t even looked at you yet, his focus being on the plate on the counter in front of him, but he already knows where your mind is at just by the sound of your footsteps coming down the hallway. Of course he does. His bare, wide shoulders shake as he laughs to himself. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the muscles in his back moving beneath his skin as he throws the final touches on what’s in front of him. He spins around to face you holding a plate of pancakes, littered with strawberries cut into hearts. Your heart flutters at the scene in front of you. “You think I’m gonna make love to you, tell you that I love you, and not make you breakfast in the morning?”

Suddenly feeling self conscious over your immediate assumption that he regretted your night together, you cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “I got scared,” you whisper.

“That I left you in my apartment all alone? Baby,” he puts the plate down, “I would never, especially after last night,” he crosses the kitchen to reach you, pulling you into his warm embrace, his hot skin beneath you melting away the coldness you felt from waking up alone. “I’m not like…him,” he reminds you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are safe with me. Safe, loved, protected, respected, I could go on and on. Do you understand me?” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

You nod against his chest. “I do,” you feel a tear slide down your cheek, spreading from your skin, onto his. He squeezes you in a tight hug.

“Come on, let’s get some food in your system. You haven’t eaten since our pastries at Blossom last night,” he releases you to grab your plate, as well as a second he made for himself, and drops another quick kiss to your forehead before carrying them to the coffee table in his living room.

“Come sit,” he beckons you, and you follow automatically, plopping on the couch. He grabs your favorite throw blanket before sitting down next to you, draping it over both of your laps. No matter how hard you try to ignore them, negative thoughts are still plaguing your mind. You both pick up your plates, eating in silence for a few moments before Yunho speaks up again.

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” His tone is so sincere, you immediately feel guilty for making him worry.

“I’m just–” you hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared it’s too good to be true.”

“What is? Us?” Worry flickers across his features, his heart aching seeing you so distraught.

“Yeah,” you sigh, poking at one of your pancakes with your fork. You know you’re being unreasonable, and that Yunho has shown you nothing but love and commitment as long as you’ve known him. But your self doubt and your history of awful relationships is screaming at you that you don’t deserve him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re crying.

Yunho gently takes your plate from your hands, putting both his and yours back on the coffee table. He shifts his body slowly until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your blanket-covered thighs.

“Y/n, look at me,” he pleads. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, patting the dampness into the blanket in your lap. You rest your hands on top of his, tracing the lines of his veins for a moment before dragging your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes are glazed over with tears of his own.

“Yunnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I–”

“Listen to me,” he interrupts. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The most precious thing in this world to me. Each moment that I spend with you fills me with a joy that I never experienced until I met you.” He turns his hands over to cradle yours as his tears finally fall down his cheeks. “I love you. And I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving that to you. And proving to you that you deserve the love that I give you.”

You stifle a sob at his words, trying to take all of it in as the beautiful truth. You know he means it, he’s always meant every word he’s ever said to you, and you know you need to silence your anxieties in favor of what you know to be true.

“It’s gonna take time,” you whisper. “It’ll take time for me to believe that I deserve what you give me,” you wipe your own tears, then his, both of you laughing breathlessly at your own emotions. “But I will get there,” you continue, “I just need you to be patient with me.”

“Of course. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you what you deserve, sweetheart. That’s a promise.”

“I love you.” You cradle his head in your hands, memorizing every inch of his face, savoring the first day of the rest of your lives.

“I love you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go finish our breakfast in bed.”

“Okay,” you giggle watching Yunho jump up to grab both your plates, giddily walking toward his bedroom with a wide smile on his face.

“You coming?” He glances over his shoulder at you, his ears blushing bright red as he waits for you.

You nod, hopping up to follow after him, to your new forever.

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prettiest virgin

》 pairing: dilf! j.yh x fem babysitter! reader

》 wc: 7.8k

》 plot: every night this summer, you fantasized about your boss, Mr. Jeong. babysitting his adorable daughter all summer had turned your small crush on the young, single dad into a lust-filled infatuation. after an awkward encounter that left you both humiliated, you did your best to keep your distance at his daughter’s birthday party. that is, until fate trapped you in a bathroom with him while the party carried on outside.

》 content: oh boy, let's see, age gap, aged up yunho, virgin reader, reader lowkey down bad and porn-obsessed, bathroom sex, mirror sex, panties stay on!! grinding, cowgirl stand and carry, yunho basically using you like a fleshlight, use of sir and good girl, filthy dirty talk, cum eating, cum facial, multiple orgasms, reader obsessed with his cum lol, thigh fucking, sucking his dick while he watches porn??? MONSTER CAWK YUNHO

》 playlist: prettiest virgin- agar agar, candy- doja cat, I fucking lust you- d'african, taste so good- sabrina claudio, less of you- omar apollo, real life- the marias

You promised yourself you wouldn’t do this again, but here you were, laying in bed with a vibrator cupped to your clit, eyes glued to your phone screen as you tapped on the first video in the big dick category. It took a while for the vibrator to buzz you the right way, but once you found your sweet spot, your head sank lower into your pillow and you had to bite your lip to keep any sounds from slipping out of your mouth. This was the fifth night in a row that you jerked off, and honestly, you were exhausted; Tired of waking up late because of your little late-night endeavors, tired of feeling gross each time your wetness leaked out and stained your panties during the day, and most of all, tired of being a virgin.

The video you were watching had your favorite pornstar in it. The guy himself wasn’t at all your type, but his cock was pretty. And big. It’s weird to admit, but this is how you imagined Mr. Jeong’s cock looked like. You had been babysitting Mr. Jeong’s six-year-old daughter for the summer while school was out. She was an angel. Hana reminded you a lot of Bubbles from the PowerPuff Girls cartoon, with her sweet little voice and sensitive nature. You loved spending time with her.

Yes, throughout the summer, you had developed a crush on Hana’s Dad. How could you not? He was everything a man ought to be— tall, handsome, and kind. His being a good father was just a plus in your eyes. He worked from home, so you’d see him occasionally throughout the day. During his break, he’d come downstairs from his home office to color with Hana for a few minutes. During lunch, you’d sit with them on the patio, watching with heart eyes as he wiped ketchup off of her little mouth.

Lately, your infatuation has become all-consuming, and you resorted to buying a vibrator from Amazon to help ease your frustrations. And that’s when this little habit of yours began. It felt odd, at first. You didn’t want to be the type of person who watches porn every night for hours, imagining your boss doing all these things to you. It just sort of happened. And instead of easing your frustrations, it made them worse.

You hated being a virgin. Vibrators weren’t enough. You, for lack of a better term, needed to be dicked down. Preferably by Mr. Jeong, but that would only happen in your wildest dreams. It wasn’t like he made it easy for you. Yesterday for example, when you were preparing Hana’s PB&J, Mr. Jeong reached over your head to grab a mug from the cupboard above you. “Behind you,” he alerted, his fingers grazing over your waist as he pulled his coffee mug out. You stood frozen, the place where he touched you burning hot on your skin.

Every time he touches you, whether it’s the accidental brush of his fingers when he hands you your check or the deliberate weight of his hand on your shoulder as he thanks you at the end of the day, it only makes you crave him more and more.

The video you were watching had an obvious size kink going on. The male pornstar was huge, and he was able to pick up his petite partner and fuck into her with ease. Your thighs clenched thinking about Mr. Jeong picking you up like that and pumping you up and down his length, stuffing just the tip of his big cock into you because that’s all that could fit. Your core tightened, and your orgasm was imminent, until…

It died. Your vibrator died.

“Oh, fuck off!” You cursed, slamming your head back into your pillow. Stupid cheap fucking vibrator. Here’s to another night of being a lonely, twenty-something virgin, going to bed unsatisfied and unwanted. You sighed, exasperated.

Mr. Jeong was older. You didn’t know much about his wife. It was a sensitive topic for him. And Hana was too young to remember her final moments. He couldn’t possibly want anything to do with you, and instead, you filled your head with unrealistic fantasies to keep yourself up at night and made yourself cum to them. Maybe you wouldn’t be so miserable if you were around more boys your age.

Too tired to continue with your fingers, you shifted to your side and tried to make yourself comfortable. It was 4 in the morning now, which meant you’d only get about 3 hours tonight. Just great, you thought to yourself, waiting for the exhaustion to finally lull you to sleep.

—

You were rather sluggish today, struggling to keep your eyes open as you drove to Mr. Jeong’s house. The cold brew you picked up before heading over there wasn’t much help. Instead, it just made you even more tired. I need to stop jerking off before bed, you told yourself. Luckily, it was Friday, which meant you had enough time to catch up on the lost hours of sleep this weekend.

You sighed as you measured out the detergent to wash Hana’s favorite tutu, the warm and fuzzy smell of fabric softener reminding you of your blanket at home, making you want to sleep even more. Hana got upset this morning before you dropped her off to ballet practice when some syrup from her drive-thru pancakes dripped onto her tutu. To quiet her tantrum, you promised her you’d go back home to wash it so it's nice and clean for her to wear when she comes back, and that you’d also bring her second favorite tutu for practice— a purplish-blue one with pink glitter dusted around it. It didn’t feel right just washing one piece of clothing, so you decided to go upstairs and quickly grab the dirty clothes from Hana and Mr. Jeong’s hampers.

You yawned as you made your way up the stairs, stopping by Hana’s room first. Her room was, as always, a chaotic mess—Barbie dolls and crayons scattered across the floor in colorful disarray, old juice boxes, and snack bags left forgotten on the desk. No matter how many times you tried to teach her the importance of cleaning up after herself, the lesson never seemed to stick. With a resigned sigh, you grabbed the clothes from her hamper and stuffed them into the laundry basket.

Leaving her room, you headed toward Mr. Jeong’s, but froze mid-step as a strange, muffled sound reached your ears from his office. At first, you assumed he was in a meeting, but as you drew closer, the noises grew more alarming—strained and uneven, almost as if he were in pain or… crying?

You gently set the laundry basket down on the floor, carefully tiptoeing toward the door. Pressing your ear against the cold, wooden surface, you strained to make sense of the muffled noises coming from inside. A sharp hiss followed by a low, frustrated “fuck” caught you off guard, making your breath hitch.

Startled, you raised a hand and knocked lightly on the door. “Mr. Jeong?” you called softly. No answer. Concern gnawed at you, and without thinking, you turned the knob. The door creaked as it inched open, the sound slicing through the stillness.

“Mr. Jeong, is everything—” you started, stepping inside.

Mr. Jeong swiveled in his chair, his face frozen in a mask of shock and embarrassment. The two of you stood locked in place as if time itself had come to a standstill. The only sounds in the room were the filthy, lewd moans of a woman coming from his computer. Your gaze dropped instinctively, trailing down his frame until your eyes caught on something in his lower half— his long slender fingers gripping tightly onto his erect cock.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice sharp with panic as he scrambled to pull his pants up, hastily stuffing himself back into his waistband. His movements were frantic, his face flushed a deep crimson. “I-I thought you were at the ballet school!”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the heat rising so quickly you felt your face must be as red as his. “I-I was,” you stammered, your words tumbling out awkwardly as you tried to steady your voice. “But… Hana’s tutu got dirty, and I… I came back to grab another one…”

The porn video continued playing in the background, the sounds of the ridiculously wet blowjob making the awkwardness even more unbearable.

Mr. Jeong, finally snapping out of his daze, spun back to his computer and fumbled to exit the site, the click of the mouse unnervingly loud in the heavy silence. He turned back to you, his mouth opening as if to say something, but no words came. His expression was a mixture of shame and desperation, his face still a deep shade of red.

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted out, your voice breathless and shaky as you struggled to compose yourself. The urge to flee was overwhelming. “I-I should get back to Hana. So sorry again!”

Without waiting for a response, you spun on your heel and hurried out of the room, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to process what had just happened.

—

You had worried earlier about how you’d make it through the day, feeling so drained and sluggish, but the shock from what happened had jolted you awake like a surge of electricity. Now, a different concern gnawed at you—whether you’d be able to sleep at all tonight. Embarrassment burned through you, and you were sure poor Mr. Jeong wanted to disappear off the face of the Earth after that moment.

Yet, despite yourself, your mind kept racing, replaying the image of his cock. It was so big. It was prettier than the pornstar’s you watch every night. It looked so firm in his hands, the tip flushed pink just like his cheeks. You wondered how it would feel between your legs. Would you even be able to take it? You had dildos in the past, but nothing more than the size of your palm.

“Cash or card?” Hana chirped, her cheerful voice snapping you out of the inappropriate thoughts swirling in your head about her dad.

“Hmm?” you mumbled, blinking down at her as she sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. The living room was a mess, scattered with the colorful pieces of her cashier playset. She pointed at the small plastic credit card in your hand, her expression expectant.

“Oh, uh… I guess card?” you replied, handing it over. You watched as she swiped it through the toy terminal, her little hand expertly mimicking the action.

“Boo beep!” she said with a grin, the sound effects spot-on, before handing you back the card along with a tiny plastic milk carton. “Here you go!”

You couldn’t help but smile, her playful innocence pulling you further from your earlier embarrassment. “Thanks, Hana. Can I have a bag, please?”

“That’s fifty cents extra.”

“Little haggler, aren’t you?” You teased.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs, pulling Hana’s attention away from the transaction. “Daddy!” she exclaimed joyfully, rushing toward Mr. Jeong and wrapping her tiny arms around his legs in a tight hug.

“Hey, peanut,” he greeted with a warm smile, scooping her up and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Daddy, I did a pirouette today at practice! Wanna see?”

As Hana spun around, tripping over her own feet a couple of times, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag. You kept your eyes down, moving toward the door with a quiet sigh of relief. For once, you were thankful it wasn’t payday; no need to linger any longer, no forced small talk with Mr. Jeong. He seemed just as relieved as he tried his best to avoid you altogether.

“See you next week, kiddo,” you said, ruffling Hana’s soft hair before heading for the door.

“Wait, Daddy! Can Y/N come to my birthday party tomorrow?”

Mr. Jeong’s smile faltered, replaced by an uncomfortable glance in your direction. “Oh, um, well… why don’t you ask her, sweetie?” he said, quickly deflecting the question back to you.

Hana ran up to you, pressing her small body into your legs and looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. “Y/N, can you please please please come to my birthday party? There’s gonna be ice cream cake!”

The urge to say no was strong. You could sense Mr. Jeong’s discomfort, and honestly, you were looking forward to a quiet weekend away from him. But her hopeful gaze, the way her lips stuck out in a small, almost irresistible pout… it was too much to deny.

“Oh, well… I think I have to go somewhere this weekend and…” you started, but then her lower lip began to tremble, and you hated seeing her upset.

You let out a soft sigh, the words slipping out despite yourself. “I, uh, I guess I can come for a little bit.”

“Yay!” Hana cheered, her excitement spilling over as she jumped up and down. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You exchanged a quiet good night with Mr. Jeong, the awkwardness lingering between you both, before disappearing into the warm summer night. The air was heavy as you made your way to your car, but your mind was racing.

As you sat behind the wheel, you cursed yourself under your breath. You should’ve held your ground, should’ve said no when you had the chance. But now… now you are going to a party with Mr. Jeong. How were you supposed to handle that? How were you supposed to navigate a whole afternoon, trapped in the same space with him, when the last thing you wanted was to face him after walking in on him jerking off earlier?

You huffed as you put your keys in the ignition. This was going to be a long weekend.

—

The next day came quickly, too quickly, and you dreaded the whole affair as you pulled up on the driveway. You showed up about thirty minutes later than the time on the invitation, hoping to blend into the chaos without much fanfare. Sure enough, no one seemed to notice.

The house was buzzing with activity. Little kids, probably Hana’s classmates and friends from ballet, darted around like wild animals, screaming and leaving a trail of toys and crumbs in their wake. You weaved through the commotion, making your way to the table piled high with brightly wrapped presents.

You set down your gift; a doll set Hana had been dreaming about for weeks. Suddenly, you felt a small squeeze at your leg. Looking down, you saw Hana beaming up at you, her arms wrapped around you in a tight hug.

“You came!” she squealed, bouncing with excitement.

“Of course I did. Happy birthday!” you said, smiling as you ruffled her hair.

“Come meet my friends!” she insisted, grabbing your hand before you could protest.

Hana dragged you into the backyard, where her friends were splashing in the pool, their parents sitting nearby and watching them like hawks. Hana proudly introduced you to two of her closest friends—“important friends,” as she whispered with a serious nod that made you chuckle.

As you chatted with Hana’s friends, you felt a familiar pull in the corner of your eye. Mr. Jeong stood near the grill, just within your peripheral vision. The moment you glanced in his direction, your heart gave a sharp tug. He was watching you.

Your breath caught, but just before you could process it, you quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the childlike conversation in front of you. As you nodded along, a thought crept in—was he still looking at you? The possibility made your skin prickle, a slow heat creeping up your neck, your pulse growing erratic. You fought the urge to glance his way again, but curiosity got the better of you. You glanced up again, a quick and casual move, but this time, he wasn’t looking anymore. He had already turned his attention to another parent, nodding along to whatever they were saying, sipping on his ice cold beer. Still, your skin tingled, like his gaze hadn’t fully left you.

The mix of the screaming children, the sun beating down on you, and the overwhelming energy of the party soon had you retreating. With a quick excuse, you headed for the shaded table, grabbing a Coca-Cola and savoring the brief moment of quiet.

You chugged the fizzy drink, the burn in your throat oddly satisfying as it momentarily cooled you off. As you set the half-empty can down, your ears caught snippets of a hushed conversation from the table next to you. Two women, likely mothers of Hana’s friends, were whispering, and one word made you tune in: Yunho.

“His wife passed away a few years ago, back when Hana was just learning to walk. Poor guy, raising her all on his own.”

“God, but he’s so cute, though,” the other one said, not bothering to lower her voice.

“I know, right? If I didn’t have Leo, I’d totally take him out for a spin.” They dissolved into giggles, clearly enjoying their little moment until their eyes flicked toward you.

You froze, caught mid-sip from your drink. The sudden attention made your cheeks warm as they realized you’d overheard them. One of the women quickly cleared her throat, trying to cover the awkwardness.

“So, which one’s yours?” she asked, her tone friendly, though her shoulders were tense—probably hoping you hadn’t heard the part where she casually considered sleeping with Mr. Jeong.

“Oh, none of them,” you replied, forcing a polite smile. “I’m Hana’s babysitter.”

You took another sip of your soda, trying to ignore the way the two women were looking at you. It was obvious they had some kind of assumption about you and Mr. Jeong, and it made your skin prickle with discomfort.

“Oh, I didn’t know Mr. Jeong had a babysitter,” the long-haired woman said, glancing at her friend with a knowing look.

You shifted under their stares, suddenly feeling like you were being sized up. They both looked down at your exposed legs, your flowy skirt just barely covering your knees. You knew what they were thinking. Their curiosity wasn’t just innocent small talk. It felt more like they were trying to figure out if you were a threat. A young, single dad and his younger, pretty babysitter? Sounded like an overdone porn plot.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, your fingers anxiously slipped against your soda can, sending the cold, fizzy liquid spilling down the front of your shirt.

“Oh, shit—” You gasped, stepping back as the sticky sweetness seeped into the fabric.

The two women let out little gasps, covering their mouths, but neither of them moved to help.

“Ugh,” you muttered, shaking your hands off. “Excuse me.”

Quickly, you turned and made your way inside, walking past clusters of parents and kids until you reached the staircase. Your face was burning with frustration. This whole weekend was just one embarrassment after another. Everything had felt weird since yesterday. Mr. Jeong had been acting strange, you’d been acting strange, and now you had people assuming things about you that weren’t even true.

You climbed the stairs, the noise of the party fading as you finally reached the bathroom. With a sigh, you pushed the door open and slipped inside, shutting the door behind you.

The cold air from the vent hit your damp shirt, making the fabric cling to your skin uncomfortably. Grimacing, you pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the sink. You turned on the faucet, grabbing a towel to try and clean it before the stickiness set in.

As you rubbed at the stain, you caught your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks were still flushed, your hair slightly messy from the heat outside. You looked… flustered. Not just from the soda incident, but from everything. From him. From the way he was staring at you, from the way you’d been thinking about him all day, despite knowing you shouldn’t. It was no surprise that you couldn’t sleep the night before, your hands stuffed inside your panties all night, forcing yourself to cum over and over as you thought about Mr. Jeong pumping his big hard cock after a long day. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of categories he liked. MILF? Hentai? Gangbang? Did he have a favorite pornstar? You desperately wanted to know what he liked, how he liked it, his greatest desires. But what was the use? You were only driving yourself mad with these little fantasies.

You let out a deep breath, gripping the edge of the sink. Get it together.

Before you could pull yourself back to reality, you were startled by a sudden commotion outside of your door. And before you could even react, the door knob turned and the door creaked open.

Your heart jumped into your throat as Mr. Jeong stepped inside, his eyes focused on something behind him, mid-sentence. “I’ll be right there, just gotta take a leak—”

He stopped. Completely frozen.

His eyes landed on your bare skin, the lacy edge of your bra, the way the damp fabric of your shirt sat crumpled in the sink.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then, as if snapping out of it, his eyes shot up to yours, and his face turned to that shade of red you’d seen before. “Shit” He spun around so fast he nearly slammed into the wall, and shut the door in front of him.

Your face burned with mortification. You grabbed your shirt, holding it up against your chest even though it was still wet. “What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled, trying to sound indignant, but your voice came out weaker than you wanted.

He ran a hand through his hair, his head still facing the door. “It wasn’t locked! And my friend is outside and—” He stopped himself, exhaling sharply. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll go.”

Silence lingered between you. You should’ve told him to hurry up and leave. Should’ve thrown something at him, and scolded him for barging in like that.

But you didn’t.

Instead, your pulse pounded in your ears as you watched the way his hands clenched at his sides, the way the muscle in the side of his jaw tensed. He was still standing there, motionless and breathing a little too hard, like he was trying really, really hard to control himself.

“…Are you gonna go?” you asked, your voice softer now.

Mr. Jeong hesitated, his hand lying still on the doorknob. He let out a shaky breath. “My friend is still out in the hall, maybe, I don’t know, I don’t want him to come in after me and see you. I’m just gonna give it another minute, just to be safe.” He whispered.

The bathroom felt impossibly small like the walls had closed in on you. The silence stretched, almost suffocating, broken only by the soft inhales through his nose and the distant chatter from the party downstairs. The faint drip of the faucet filled the space between you, but neither of you moved, let alone spoke.

It had only been a few seconds—maybe ten, maybe twenty—but it felt like minutes, like an eternity of you two just standing there, backs turned, bodies tense.

You both strained your ears, trying to pick up any signs of his friend lingering outside, but the house was too noisy, too alive with the sound of kids playing and parents chatting. There was no way to tell.

Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he turned his head just enough to glance at you over his shoulder. His eyes lowered down to your body, just for a second, before he snapped his head forward again, almost too quickly, like he’d been caught looking.

His throat bobbed. “I think he might be gone,” he murmured. “I don’t hear anything.”

You nodded behind him, staying in place.

He exhaled deeply, his shoulders finally relaxing. “I’m really sorry,” he said, sounding defeated.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied, gripping your damp shirt tighter against your chest. “I’m sorry for snapping at you. I should’ve locked the door.”

“Right. Um… thanks,” he said. Then, after a pause, he added, “I also meant about yesterday. I feel so embarrassed. I hope that doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable about working for me. Hana really likes you.”

The mention of yesterday sent a small twist through your stomach. You swallowed. “I’m sorry for that too. I shouldn’t have walked in on you like that.”

He let out a short, breathy chuckle. “I guess we’re both just bad at locking doors. Makes us even.”

A small, nervous laugh slipped out of you, easing some of the tension in the room.

“And you don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone does it—it’s normal,” you said, trying to reassure him, though you weren’t entirely sure why. Maybe to ease his discomfort. Maybe to ease your own.

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Oh yeah?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “You jerk off in front of your babysitter too?”

The teasing tone in his voice made your cheeks warm up. But it was the way he turned then, fully facing you, locking his deep brown eyes onto yours, that made the air shift; buzzing with something neither of you acknowledged but both of you felt.

His smirk faded as quickly as it had come as if he suddenly realized how inappropriate his words were. But he didn’t apologize this time. And more importantly—he didn’t leave.

Your stomach twisted into knots again, breath growing heavier, shallower. Fuck. He was so hot. His sharp jawline, so strong and well-defined, tensed ever so slightly. His broad shoulders, so effortlessly commanding, made you feel smaller in the best way. And those eyes—deep, warm brown, always soft when he looked at Hana—weren’t so soft now. They were sharp, locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse race. Even the faint crinkles near his eyes, the ones that usually appeared when he smiled, seemed more pronounced at this moment, only adding to how devastatingly beautiful he was.

You should have said something. You should have slipped on your cola-stained t-shirt and left the bathroom. But instead, you stood there, heart hammering in your chest, letting the weight of his gaze consume you. You couldn’t leave him. Not yet.

And then, without a second thought, you let your damp t-shirt slip from your fingers, the fabric pooling at your feet.

Mr. Jeong's gaze dropped to your cleavage, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His initial serious expression made your heart flutter with uncertainty. Have you crossed a line? But then, his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and when his eyes met yours again, they held a spark that made your heart skip a beat. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mixture of sternness and intrigue.

“I just want to help…” you replied softly, stepping closer with careful slowness. Each step brought you nearer until you were close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. Your eyes locked onto his, filled with intent and a hint of mischief.

With a soft but bold touch, you reached out to cup his clothed cock, feeling its firmness beneath your palm. You applied a teasing pressure, grinding your hand against him. The sudden contact made him draw in a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he absorbed the sensation. “You didn’t get to cum last time, did you?” you murmured, your voice a sultry whisper that broke the tense silence between you.

His eyes opened slowly, a mix of desire and astonishment etched on his features. The initial hesitation seemed to melt away, replaced by a hunger that mirrored your own. He bit his bottom lip, trying to stop a moan from escaping. You could feel him hardening in your hand, his pant seam threatening to burst open.

As if all his restraint had snapped, he pressed one hand against the back of your head, fingers burrowing into your hair, while the other slid just under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. He slammed his lips onto yours, finally giving in to the wild desire that had been simmering between you all day. Your lips moved messily while he grinded himself against your hand. “Fuck, you’re fucking crazy,” he said breathlessly into your lips, “And no, I didn’t, but I did think about creaming on your face before bed last night.”

You could already feel a wetness pooling between your legs, his words being the boost you so desperately needed to move forward. You kept kissing him hungrily while undoing his fly, his half-hard cock springing out in anticipation. You took him into your hand, your fingers barely meeting as you gripped around him, stroking him gently while he cursed into your mouth.

Mr. Jeong pulled away and spun you around in one swift move, pressing your body against his chest and trapping you in his embrace. Your hand remained obedient and eager, pumping his cock as his big hands roamed your body. One hand squeezed your breast, while the other slipped underneath your skirt. “Wore this skimpy little thing on purpose, didn’t you?” His words cascaded down your neck, “Little slut.”

You moaned softly as his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit, your sticky wet juices leaking through the fabric. Mr. Jeong gathered the front of your panties together and pulled with a force that made you gasp. The fabric wedged against your throbbing pussy, leaving you whimpering as you bucked your hips against the friction.

“Your so fucking wet, Y/N…” He teased, his lips pressed against your ears, sending a rush of butterflies in your stomach. “You liked what you saw yesterday, didn’t you? Couldn’t stop thinking about it, could you? Bet you came in on purpose, hmm? Heard what I was doing and wanted to help me cum?”

A deep, throaty moan escaped your lips. You loved the way he was talking to you, the way he reduced you to a horndog little pervert, and deep down, you knew it was true. You were addicted to the thrill of it all. “Yes, sir,” you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. “I wanna be your good girl, your slut. Wanna help you cum sir, please. Want your hot load on me. Please, sir, I need it.” Your words were an invitation, a desperate plea for the intense pleasure you’ve craved for so long, and you knew he couldn't resist.

Mr. Jeong shifted from behind you and you felt the warmth of his cock, a tantalizing tap against your cunt, which forced an excited yelp from your lips. His hand covered your mouth, a gentle yet firm reminder to keep quiet. “Don’t want anyone hearing us, do we baby?”

His cock was sandwiched between your sopping-wet folds and the tight fabric of your panties. The feeling was intoxicating, and you couldn’t help but grind your hot, eager pussy over his length. Your back rested against his chest, and you could feel his heart pounding in sync with your racing pulse. The fabric of your panties provided delicious friction, and you moaned softly into his hand, the sound muffled but still carrying the weight of your satisfaction.

You pressed your thighs together, squeezing his cock as you rode him, the sensation being too much for the both of you. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum too soon,” He panted, his head falling forward and burying into your shoulder.

You grew restless, your grinding becoming faster and wild, the sounds of your quiet and desperate begging like music to his ears. “Please, sir, cum in my panties, I’ll be so good,” You pleaded with tears of pleasure streaking down your cheeks. The thought of walking around in his cum-soaked panties gave you a thrill. You could feel your clit pulsing as you rutted against his shaft, the sheer bliss of it beyond anything you’d ever experienced. “I’m gonna cum, sir, please…oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” You cried out, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

As your orgasm subsided, his cock still pressed against your swollen clit. You felt a numbness, a euphoric high that left you floating, your wetness a warm, inviting contrast to his hot, throbbing length. Shivers ran down your spine, and you felt like you were hovering, your consciousness detached from your body.

Mr. Jeong lifted you in his strong arms, carrying you like fragile glass. He brought you to the bathroom mirror, and as he held you up, you couldn't help but be amazed at the sight of his length against your body. It was almost surreal, the difference in scale, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He snaked a hand around your waist, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your wet, glistening cunt to the cool air. You shivered, feeling a rush of vulnerability. He slapped his cock against your wet cunt, grinning, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

“What are you doing, sir?” you asked shyly, your voice soft and hesitant. You had never experienced this position before, and the sight of your legs spread wide and your cunt so open and exposed made you nervous. Mr. Jeong's hands grasped under your thighs, supporting your weight, and you could feel his strength and his muscles bulging as he held you up. “I wanna see this little pussy take my big cock,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. “Wanna watch it stretch and take me deep.”

You gulped, your heart racing in your chest. You had never taken something this big before, and Mr. Jeong was indeed impressive. The thought of being stretched, of accommodating to his size, both excited and intimidated you. You wanted to tell him about your virginity, but the words caught in your throat. You didn't want to turn him off, and so you remained silent, your mind racing with a mix of emotions.

Noticing your worried glance reflected in the mirror, Mr. Jeong's eyes narrowed, a hint of disappointment creasing his features. “What's wrong, baby? You wanna stop?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

“No,” you said quietly before reaching down to grasp his cock. With a firm grip, you began to work him up and down, the weight of his hard length in your hands making your pussy twitch. You pushed his cock against your entrance, the head pressing against your tight, virgin opening. “Please, sir,” you begged, your voice pathetically dry. “I want your cock inside of me. I want to feel you stretching me, filling me up. Wanna be good for you.”

The thought of giving up your virginity to him was both scary and exhilarating. You wanted to be his, to belong to him in the most intimate way possible. You pumped him desperately, your core aching to have him stuffed deep inside you.

The head of his cock pressed against your tight opening, and you could feel the stretch, the burning sensation of being filled for the very first time. A sob escaped your lips as Mr. Jeong slowly lowered you over his cock, the mirror reflecting it all. You watched in awe as his hot, throbbing rod disappeared inside your body, the sight of it stretching you, filling you, almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” he grunted, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and awe. The sensation of being filled by his impressive size was intense, and you were intoxicated by a mixture of pain and bliss, the feeling making your mind numb. He was incredibly gentle at first, pushing just the tip of his cock into your walls, treating you with the utmost care. But as tension built within him, his eyes grew darker, a fierce lust taking over. With a sudden, primal urge, he began working you over his cock, pulling you up and down, your tight pussy gripping his length. You felt incredible to him, like a fleshlight come to life, and even he struggled to mask his moans as your body adjusted to his size.

The pain was fleeting, replaced by a deep, satisfying pleasure. “Oh god, sir” you whispered, your voice strained. “It feels so good. So full... Please, don't stop.” Your sweet pleas made his ears buzz, his stomach fluttering from just how sweetly you begged for more of him.

“God, you’re doing so good for me,” He praised, almost giddy with how effortlessly you fit him. His eyes never left the mirror, his thick bulge disappearing into your tight, wet pussy, a sight too mesmerizing to look away from. “Such a good girl…look so pretty on my cock” He huffed, “My little cumslut.”

His words sent a rush of heat to your cheeks, and you felt your pussy clench around him in response. You wanted him to keep talking dirty to you, to fill your ears with every filthy word and fantasy he had while pounding into you.

Mr. Jeong grew tired, and he placed you back on the ground, pushing your body down against the sink, the cold marble against your bare stomach sending a chill down your spine. He lifted your skirt, rubbing himself against your puffy pussy lips, the overstimulation driving you wild. You felt his cock, thick and hard, lining up with your hole, and you knew what was coming. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he pushed into you in one swift, powerful motion, filling you up completely. He stilled his hips, giving your pussy a chance to adjust to his size, to wrap itself around him, to pulsate and invite him deeper. You were stuffed, every inch of your pussy filled with his cock, his balls swinging and slapping against your raw skin with each thrust.

With each snap of his hips, you cursed under your breath, your fingers gripping tightly to the sink as if it were your only anchor in this storm. "S-so big!" you yelped, your voice filled with a mix of awe and fear. Your body was now completely at the mercy of Mr. Jeong, his powerful strokes sending waves of pleasure and pain through your sensitive pussy.

As he continued to thrust into you, he brought one hand up, pressing his fingers against your mouth, effectively silencing your moans. "Gotta do something about that mouth, baby," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers, still wet with your juices from before, found their way into your mouth, and you gladly accepted them, your lips closing around his digits. You moaned deeply, your tongue wrapping around his fingers, tasting yourself on them. You lost yourself in his touch, his hard cock massaging your gummy walls, his fingers probing and exploring your warm mouth, his lips licking and sucking your ear lobe as he whispered filth to you, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm.

As your eyes met your reflection in the mirror, you were struck by a sense of unfamiliarity. Your makeup was smudged and running, the black mascara staining your tears and streaking down your cheeks. Your hair was frizzy and chaotic, some sweat-drenched strands framing your face and sticking to your warm cheeks. Your lips looked wet and swollen as you gagged around Mr. Jeong’s long fingers, the saliva dripping down your chin. You loved it. You looked like a woman who had been pleasured beyond measure. There was an intoxicating power in seeing yourself like this, a power that made you feel alive and desirable. It reminded you of the pornstar Mr. Jeong was watching yesterday, her fucked-out expression now mirroring your own.

"Oh god, sir, it's too much!" you moaned, pulling his fingers out from your mouth. "I can't take it! I'm gonna cum again!"

“Fuck, me too,” He grunted as he pulled out of you, feeling the inevitable approach of his own release. Relief washed over you, your body weakening, your walls clenching and spasming around nothing. Mr. Jeong spun you around, placing a hand on the top of your head, pushing you to your knees just as your body swayed with the first waves of your climax.

As Mr. Jeong jerked himself off with his hand, his eyes never left your face, now a beautiful canvas covered in the ropes of his hot cum. Though still reeling from the intense orgasm he had just given you, you opened your mouth wide, obediently accepting his thick, white cum as it splashed over your tongue. The taste was both bitter and sour, but you loved it, a unique flavor that was all his.

You licked your lips, moaning softly as you savored his taste. You kissed his tender tip, running your tongue over his slit, relishing the feeling of his cum leaking out, warm and sticky.

With a playful smile, Mr. Jeong rubbed his tip against your lips, leaving a trail of cum as he did so. "Shit, baby, you look so pretty with my cum on your face," he said, his voice shaky with post-orgasmic delight. "My sweet little cumslut."

Taking him into your mouth once more, you swirled your tongue around his sensitive head, moaning from the taste and texture of his cum. You pulled off with a plopping sound, a satisfied smile on your face. "Taste so good, sir," you whispered, your voice filled with admiration and gratitude. "Thank you for letting me taste your cum.”

Mr. Jeong, clearly pleased with your gratitude, ran his fingers through your hair affectionately, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, there was a hard knock on the door, snapping you both out of your little daze.

“Yo, Yunho,” a voice called from the door. “Are you taking a shit? How much longer are you gonna be? Hana’s ready to cut the cake.”

Mr. Jeong flinched, his hands moving fast as he pulled his bottoms up, stuffing himself back inside like a guilty teenager caught red-handed. “Uh, just a minute! I’ll be right out!” he called back, voice strained.

The man sighed. “Alright, well, hurry up. The cake’s melting out here.”

You both snapped into action, scrambling to fix your clothes and smooth your hair. The rush of reality crashing back down made your heart pound even harder than before. Just as you were ready to bolt, Yunho suddenly froze, his expression shifting once he realized the mess he left on your face was still dripping down your cheeks.

Then, without a word, he grabbed a few squares of toilet paper and gently wiped the sticky white jelly from your flushed face. “Sorry,” he murmured, his fingers barely grazing your skin, his eyes burning with the same embarrassed, heated look from before.

Once you were clean, he lingered for a second too long, standing so close you could feel his breath on your lips. He parted his mouth as if to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, his fingers anxiously tapped against his thigh, a nervous habit you had never noticed before.

“You should go first,” you said quickly, sensing the weight of the moment. “I’ll come down after.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, then he nodded. “Thanks,” he muttered, stuffing his shirt back into his waistband before slipping out the door with hurried, uneven steps.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and sank onto the toilet seat. The room still smelled faintly of him, and it felt unreal how fast the energy had shifted. Had he just been hit with regret? Was he now scrambling to shove this whole thing into a locked box in his mind? Now no longer in the heat of the moment, did he think what you two did was wrong? Were you going to get fired?

For the rest of the party, Mr. Jeong successfully avoided you. He busied himself slicing tiny squares of cake for the kids, nodding along to endless small talk with the other parents as if nothing had happened.

You took the hint, feeling a slight shame in your chest.

Slipping out early, you gave Hana a tight hug before heading back to your car. The second you settled into your seat, your phone buzzed in your pocket. With a sigh, you pulled it out, expecting something mundane.

But when you read the message, you couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

Jeong Yunho: See you Monday ;)

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Your sleep schedule had indeed improved, and you found yourself no longer relying on toys to satisfy your desires. The structure and routine of your new life, with Hana and Mr. Jeong, had brought a sense of balance and fulfillment. You enjoyed the daily interactions with Hana, whether it was playing frisbee in the backyard or teaching her simple math in her room. Your bond with her grew stronger each day, and you found great joy in being a positive influence in her life.

However, it was the Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays that held a special place in your heart. These were the days when you dropped Hana off at her ballet recitals, and while she was practicing her pliés and pirouettes, you would return to their home to tend to your other job.

Your knees were growing sore from scraping against the carpet under Yunho’s desktop table. Sounds of girls moaning emanated from his monitor. Though you were curious about what he was watching, you knew it was none of your business. Instead, you focused on the task at hand and wrapped your warm mouth over his throbbing cock, nestling yourself between his legs from under his desk. The width of his bulge filled your throat, and you gagged lightly, a sign of your complete submission to him.

Yunho, lost in the porno he was watching, seemed momentarily unaware of your presence. He was engrossed in the images on his screen, his eyes droopy and his breathing heavy. Your mouth bobbed up and down, your lips wrapping tightly around his shaft, and you could feel his excitement building. The sound of his moans mixed with the pornographic sounds on his computer made you clench around nothing, forcing you to slip your hand past your waistband.

As you continued to suck him, you could feel his hands running through your hair, gently guiding your movements. You massaged his warm balls with your free hand, feeling his cum bubbling up in his sack, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he released his load into your waiting mouth.

"That's it, baby," Yunho whispered, his voice soft yet dominant. “Keep that pretty mouth on me. So good…so, so good for me.”

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