ifyouknowyunho

[ifyouknowyunho]

lemon drop

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which you’re neighbor yunho has been a pain in the ass for years until you both snap

warning: switch yunho, switch reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, biting, marking

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader

word count: 5k

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You hated Yunho.

Not in the dramatic, throw a drink at him reality show kind of way. No, this was a slow simmering, white hot kind of hatred, the kind built on late night arguments through the too thin walls of your apartment complex, stolen parking spots, and that one time he used your laundry detergent and left the empty bottle like a trophy on top of the dryer.

And yet, somehow, he always looked like a damn Calvin Klein ad, especially tonight.

You were halfway through an evening swim in the apartment’s rarely used pool, cooling off from the godawful heatwave and the even more godawful day, when he strutted in like he owned the place. Black tank top clinging to his chest, dark jeans, that signature smirk that always seemed to say, you’re cute when you’re mad.

“What, no invite?” Yunho asked, cocky as ever, leaning against the wall like this was his personal after hours resort.

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realize community pools required permission slips from the neighborhood menace.”

He snorted, running a hand through his damp hair. “Bold of you to talk shit when you’ve been splashing around like a duck for the past ten minutes.”

You swam to the edge and rested your arms on the ledge, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “Bold of you to wear jeans to a pool. Trying to compensate for something?”

Yunho leaned down, lowering his voice to something dark and low and dangerous. “Trust me, sweetheart, nothing I have needs compensating for.”

Your stomach flipped.

You hated that your stomach flipped.

It wasn’t fair that someone so irritating could also look like sin incarnate under shitty pool lighting. And when he turned his back to lean on the railing, something in you snapped.

You stood up, the water cascading off your skin as you marched up the steps, dripping and furious.

“You know what your problem is?” You snapped.

Yunho glanced at you over his shoulder. “Only one?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

You shoved him.

Hard.

Right between the shoulder blades.

He barely had time to gasp before his body hit the water with a thunderous splash.

Yunho came up from the water with a gasp, pushing his hair back from his face, water cascading down his temples, over his shoulders, down the curve of his chest now completely soaked beneath the black fabric.

He blinked the sting of chlorine from his eyes, lips parting in a sharp breath and the moment he locked eyes on you, standing at the edge of the pool with that smug little smirk on your face, something in him snapped.

Enough playing.

His hands slicked back through his hair again as he floated in the water, still glaring, but it wasn’t the usual kind. There was heat behind it now. Hunger.

His voice cut through the night like a match strike. Low. Dangerous. Calm, in that way wolves are before they pounce.

“I love when you’re mad,” he said, his tone unapologetic, almost delighted.

And you blinked.

Yunho didn’t move, just leaned back, body half floating in the shallow end, head tilted slightly as he stared up at you, arms stretched out, tank top clinging to every line of his chest and stomach, his jeans soaked and shining under the pool lights. He looked like a siren, drenched in shadow and temptation.

“You’re hot when you’re mad,” he added, the edge in his voice curling around something darker. “I think that’s why I push your buttons.”

You scoffed, but he saw the falter in your stance, the twitch in your jaw, the way your hand curled against your hip. You were flustered. Just a little. And he was absolutely going to exploit that.

“You really think you can flirt your way out of being a pain in the ass?” You snapped.

Yunho let out a short laugh, one eyebrow raised. “No. I’m hoping I can flirt my way into being a different kind of pain.”

That did it. Your mouth dropped open, and he grinned up at you like he’d just won.

“Come in.” He dared you, reaching one hand out, not touching you, but inviting. “Unless you’re afraid you’ll enjoy it too much.”

You stared at him, at the smug, water slicked bastard floating there like he was in the middle of some late night photoshoot. His voice still echoed in your ears, hot when you’re mad… pain in a different way… and your whole body was pulsing with the kind of heat that had nothing to do with the summer air.

You hated how easily he did this to you. How he always knew the exact line to cross, the exact smirk to flash, the exact moment to tilt his head just so and set your whole nervous system on fire.

“God,” you muttered, shaking your head and backing away from the edge. “You’re just messing with me. Like always.” You turned your back to him, footsteps wet and slapping against the tile.

And that was your mistake.

Because behind you, Yunho’s smirk twisted into something sharper. Hungrier. One strong arm shot out of the water and caught your ankle, quick, unrelenting, and before you could even gasp, he yanked.

You screamed.

The sound was cut off by the splash of your body hitting the water, pulled completely off balance and dragged right in beside him. You came up sputtering, hair plastered to your face, fury in your eyes and something that looked suspiciously like a grin fighting its way to the surface.

“What the hell, Yunho?!” You barked, splashing water in his direction. But he was already there. Right in front of you.

Close.

Too close.

Water dripped from his lashes as he looked at you, droplets clinging to the curve of his jaw and the edges of his lips. “I’m not messing with you,” he said, voice low and deadly serious now. “That’s the problem.”

And this time, he didn’t wait.

He cupped your jaw, wet thumb brushing across your cheekbone, and leaned in like gravity didn’t give him a choice.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but your pride was louder.

The second his hand touched your jaw, you ducked. Not just away, under.

The water swallowed you whole, your hair swirling around you like a veil of defiance as you kicked off from the pool floor, slipping out of his reach with practiced ease. You resurfaced behind him, treading water like a smug little sea witch.

Yunho spun around with a laugh, head snapping toward the sound of your breath as you flicked your hair back, droplets flying everywhere.

You scoffed, lips curled into a mocking smirk. “Not messing with me?” You echoed, sarcasm laced thick in your tone. “Please. You’d flirt with a brick wall if it glared at you hard enough.”

Yunho chuckled, turning fully toward you. The water had made his tank top cling tighter, his chest rising and falling with every amused breath.

“And yet,” he said, voice smooth, “here you are. Still swimming circles around me instead of getting out.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Only because I’m waiting for the chlorine to kill the ego radiating off your skin.”

“Guess it’s not working fast enough,” he replied, that damn smile returning.

You rolled your eyes, starting to swim backward toward the pool edge.

But he wasn’t done.

“You don’t believe me?” he asked, following slowly, his voice darker now, the teasing softened to something rougher. “You really think I drag you into the water, put up with your temper, and lose sleep listening to you sing off key in the shower… because I’m just messing with you?”

You stopped mid stroke. Your hands clenched against the water.

Yunho was close again. Not touching. But close enough that the tension buzzed between you like static in the air before a storm.

You scoffed again, even as your body stayed frozen in place. You hated how warm his words made you feel, hated that he sounded so serious. Yunho never sounded serious. Not with you. Not unless he was trying to win.

“Lose sleep?” You said, arching a brow as you treaded water, forcing casual into every inch of your posture. “Please. The only reason you hear me sing is because you don’t have a real job to go to in the morning.”

Yunho just looked at you. Like he was staring straight past your words. Straight into the way your fingers were curling tighter under the water, how your throat bobbed when you swallowed.

“And the only reason I know your bedroom window creaks when it rains,” he said, swimming in closer now, the water barely sloshing between them, “is because I’ve spent more nights than I care to admit wondering what it would be like to crawl through it.”

That silenced you.

Yourlips parted, a breath catching somewhere between a laugh and a protest, but it never came out.

Yunho didn’t give you the chance.

He reached out, slow but sure, fingers brushing your waist beneath the surface of the water like he needed to prove he wasn’t going anywhere this time.

“You gonna swim away again?” he asked, voice barely more than a murmur. “Or are you finally gonna admit you like when I chase you?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Your heart thudded. Your body burned where he touched you. “I hate you.”

“Liar,” he breathed, and then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It was soaked in two years of snark and late night tension, in every slammed door and stolen glance, in every insult that came a little too close to flirting. His lips were warm and wet and demanding, and when you didn’t pull away, when you melted instead of dodging, it felt like the moment the storm finally broke.

You kissed him back like you’d been dying to.

Because maybe you had.

His hand slid up your back under the water, fingers touching the strings of your bikini top, anchoring you as your legs instinctively floated forward, curling around his waist like your body already knew what it wanted.

The kiss deepened.

Your fingers tangled in his soaked hair, your breath caught in his mouth, and Yunho groaned low in his throat when you bit down on his bottom lip, not sweet, not romantic. Punishment. Or maybe possession. He didn’t care which.

His hands found your thighs beneath the surface, gripping you hard enough to make you gasp as he pulled you flush against him. The friction, even with water between the two of you, made your hips stutter.

“Still think I’m just messing with you?” he muttered against your mouth, teeth grazing your lip.

“You’re still an ass.” You shot back, even as your nails dug into his shoulders.

He laughed, genuine, breathless, and kissed you again. Rougher. Wetter. You were going to ruin him, and he was already thankful for it.

But even the pool wasn’t enough. Not for this.

“Come on,” he whispered, voice ragged as he started guiding you toward the edge. “I need you somewhere I can make you scream without worrying about the neighbors.”

“We are the neighbors,” you breathed, dazed, clinging to his neck as he lifted you up onto the edge of the pool, water sluicing down your body like you’d just crawled out of a fever dream.

“Exactly,” he grinned, stepping out after you. “And I’ve been dying to shut you up for years.”

You slapped his chest, soaking wet and laughing, before grabbing his tank top and yanking him toward the building.

You barely made it to your apartment. Yunho pressed you against the hallway wall, lips crashing to yours, water dripping from his clothes, pooling on the floor.

He opened your door, and the two of you stumbled inside like you were drunk on each other. Your wet bikini clung to your skin as he ripped the tank top off himself and dropped it in a splat on the floor. You stared barely a second, then shoved him toward the couch.

“Don’t get water on my rug,” you snapped, peeling your bikini off, top first, then the wet bottoms.

“You’re about to soak a lot more than that,” he muttered, eyes dark as he dragged you back into his arms, drinking in every inch of your naked body.

Yunho’s jeans clung to his thighs like a second skin, and when he finally shoved them down, he was left in nothing but drenched black boxer briefs, soaked and molded to him so tightly it was sinful. Your gaze flicked down and widened, he was hard, huge, the outline barely restrained by the fabric.

“Staring?” he asked smugly.

“Plotting,” You shot back, lips twitching. “Deciding if I should sit on your face or drown you with it.”

Yunho’s grin turned dangerous.

He didn’t answer.

He just shoved you down onto the couch.

She gasped at the cold wetness of it beneath your still wet skin, your body arching slightly, but then Yunho dropped to his knees between your thighs and that gasp turned into a full body shudder.

“Take it,” he growled, voice rough with need. “Take all of it, baby.” He spread your legs with strong, water slick hands and buried his face between them without hesitation. His mouth latched onto your soaked clit, tongue flat and ravenous, and your hips jerked.

“Yunho… shit!” You choked out, back arching off the couch as his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance to back up to your clit.

He groaned into you, loved how wet you already were, how you tasted like chlorine and lust and fury. His fingers dug into your thighs, anchoring you in place as he feasted like he hadn’t eaten in days.

You tangled fingers in his dripping hair, nails digging into his scalp as you ground your hips up against his mouth.

“Don’t stop… fuck, Yunho”

He didn’t. One hand slid up, long fingers slipping between your folds, teasing for only a second before he pushed two inside you, curling immediately and earning a moan that shook through your bones.

“More,” you begged, voice breaking.

He gave it to you.

Three fingers now, stretching you open, slow and purposeful as his mouth sucked your clit in sharp pulses. The sound of wetness, skin against skin, you panting, his groaning, it was all filthy.

You were unraveling fast.

“Yunho, I… fuck, I’m gonna”

He thrust harder with his fingers, curled them just right, and you came apart with a scream. Your thighs clamped around his head as your orgasm ripped through you but it didn’t stop there.

A second later, you squirted, a sudden gush coating his hand, his arm, the couch beneath you.

Yunho froze for a second. And then grinned like a man unhinged.

“Fuck,” he murmured, licking his lips and glancing at the soaked mess between your legs, on his arm, on the cushions. “Told you that you would soak a lot more than that rug.”

You were still catching your breath, skin glistening with sweat and water and slick, legs trembling from the force of your release. Yunho leaned back slightly on his knees, chest heaving, lips shiny with you all over him. He looked dazed, drunk on you but smug as hell.

You narrowed your eyes. “Wipe that look off your face.”

“Make me,” he dared.

That was all it took.

You surged forward, grabbing him by the waistband of his soaked boxers and yanking him up onto the couch like he weighed nothing. He let out a startled laugh, letting you shove him down against the ruined cushions, his head resting against the armrest as water pooled beneath him.

You straddled him, dragging his briefs down over his thighs, and when his dick sprang free, hard and slick and heavy against his stomach, you paused.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered.

“What?” he asked, eyes flickering with mischief.

“This is what you’ve been hiding under all that mouth?” You wrapped your hand around him and watched his breath hitch. “Figures your ego’s got backup.”

He groaned, head tipping back, but his hands came up, one gripping your hip like he was trying to ground himself, the other tangling in your wet hair as you hovered over him.

Then slowly you sank down onto him.

The stretch was unreal, thick and deep and immediate. Your mouth dropped open. His hand in your hair fisted.

“Jesus fuck, baby,” he hissed, hips twitching up into you. “You feel like… shit… made for me.”

You didn’t answer. You were too focused on the way he filled you, on the ache and pressure and heat. Your palms planted firmly on his chest for balance, but as you started to move, grinding slow, hard, one hand slid up to his throat.

Yunho froze.

Not in protest. In surrender.

Your fingers curled lightly around his neck, just enough pressure to remind him who was in control. And god, he looked beautiful like that, soaked and wrecked beneath you, adams apple bobbing, pupils blown wide.

“Still think you’re the one chasing me?” You whispered, leaning down close to his ear, your body rolling against his in deep, punishing circles.

“Fuck,” he gasped, tightening his grip on your hip, his other hand pulling your hair back just enough to expose your neck. “Nah. You’ve got me, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

You rode him harder then, chasing your own rhythm, your moans starting to mix with his as slick sounds filled the room, wet skin on wet skin, bodies drenched and desperate.

Yunho’s head hit the armrest as he groaned again, the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath you. He looked up at you like you were the only god he’d ever worshipped, eyes wild and hands gripping yours like you were his lifeline.

“You gonna come again?” he rasped, throat working under your palm.

“Maybe,” you murmured, tightening your grip just slightly. “Only if you beg.”

Your grip on his throat stayed steady, your hips rolling, riding him with purpose, like you owned him. And right now, you did.

Yunho was wrecked beneath you. Head tipped back, jaw clenched, one hand gripping your hip so tightly there might be fingerprints tomorrow, the other still tangled in your hair like he couldn’t decide whether to pull or pray.

“Fuck… baby, please,” he groaned, voice cracking beautifully. “Come… Please. Please…. come for me…”

You smirked, lips parted, breath heaving. “That doesn’t sound like begging, you murmured, tightening your grip just a bit. “Try again.”

“God, you’re…” He cut himself off with a broken moan. “Please come, I’ll do anything, I’ll…. fuck…. I’ll never tease you again, I swear. You win, you always win, please!”

That was enough.

You rode him harder, faster, letting your own pleasure climb and crash against his as your thighs trembled, slick running down between them. Your head fell back with a moan as your body clenched around him, your orgasm hitting like a punch to the lungs.

You came again, hard, breathless, your body shaking from the force of it, and Yunho followed seconds later, spilling inside you with a loud groan, hips bucking up uncontrollably as you squeezed around him.

You both stilled. Panting. Drenched. Destroyed.

And then you moved. Still shaking slightly, you climbed off him without a word, your legs wobbly as you crawled forward on the soaked couch, dripping onto the cushions. You settled on your elbows and knees, spine arched, ass up, thighs parted completely open, waiting, offering.

Yunho sat up like he’d been slapped.

He blinked.

Then groaned, low and deep, head dropping for a second as he dragged a hand down his face.

“Fuck me,” he breathed. “You’re trying to kill me.”

You looked over your shoulder, smug despite your breathless panting. “Thought you weren’t going anywhere?”

Yunho didn’t answer. He just got to his knees behind you, dragged both hands down the curve of your ass, and then brought one hand down with a sharp slap.

You gasped, jerking forward slightly, but didn’t move. Didn’t complain. God, you even arched more for him.

“Keep that up,” Yunho warned, voice guttural, “and I’ll make sure the whole building hears you.”

You looked back at him again, eyes dark and daring. “Then quit talking,” you snapped. “And fuck me.”

Yunho didn’t waste another second. He gripped your hips, dragging you back against him as he lined himself up, still rock hard, still twitching from the high you ripped out of him, and pushed back inside in one deep claiming thrust.

“Fuck…” you choked out, the stretch hitting you all over again, sharp and perfect.

“Yeah,” Yunho groaned behind you, his voice dark and reverent. “You like that? This what you needed, baby?”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer. He grabbed both your wrists, pulling you up off your elbows and forcing you upright, back against his chest, arms pinned at your sides as he held you tight in his grip. The new angle made you whimper, head falling back on his shoulder as he started pounding into you.

The couch rocked beneath you. Skin slapped. Water still dripped from your bodies onto the cushions, slick and soaked and loud.

“You feel so good,” he growled into your ear, breath hot and ragged. “So fucking wet, fuck… you’re dripping all over me.”

You moaned, thighs trembling as your body took each brutal thrust, his name spilling from your lips between gasps.

“That’s it,” he rasped, biting lightly at your jaw as he held you still. “Take it like my good girl. You’re mine now, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but feel him filling you over and over again, the pace relentless, his hand holding your wrists like if he let go, you might float away.

“You ride me like you hate me,” Yunho snarled, his voice filthy and breathless, “but now look at you. Begging for it. Creaming all over me. So fucking desperate for me to ruin you.”

You cried out, head dropping forward, your body barely able to hold itself up if not for his grip.

“You love this,” he muttered, pressing his forehead to the back of your neck, his rhythm growing more erratic. “Love being fucked like this. Treated like a brat who needs to be put in her place.”

And god, you did.

Your entire body was quaking, slick dripping between your thighs with every thrust, breath stuttering as he hit deeper and deeper, right where you needed.

“You close again?” he panted, loosening his grip just enough to let his hand slide down your front. “You wanna come for me again, baby?”

“Y… Yes—fuck, Yunho”

“Then do it,” he groaned, pounding harder, pushing you to the edge. “Come all over my dick. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Your body clenched around him, sudden and tight, your thighs trembling violently as your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name, raw, breathless, hips jerking as pleasure tore through you.

But Yunho didn’t stop.

Didn’t even slow down.

Still buried deep inside you, still holding your wrists tight in one hand, he growled against the back of your neck and kept going.

You gasped, body going boneless, but he caught you before you could collapse. He dropped you forward, pressing your face down into the cushions, your ass arched high, wrists pinned together behind your back in one hand like a handle.

The new angle made you sob, sensitive, overstimulated, but he held you still, grinding into you with deep, punishing thrusts that made the couch creak beneath you.

“Yunho…” you sobbed, voice shaking.

“I said come for me,” he growled, fucking you through your high like a man possessed. “I didn’t say stop.”

You were unraveling.

Every thrust was molten, brutal, obscene. Your breath caught in stuttering moans, and you couldn’t even think, couldn’t breathe, all you could feel was him pounding into you, deep and filthy, his grip iron tight on your wrists as you melted into the cushions.

“You think you can tease me?” he rasped, mouth hot against your spine. “Push me into a pool, run your mouth, make me beg like that?”

He thrust harder, the slap of your bodies loud and relentless. “Nah, baby. You earned this.”

Another orgasm built fast, too fast. Your body wasn’t ready, but he didn’t care. Yunho chased it for you, hips snapping, dick dragging against the perfect spot inside you again and again until your legs shook, until you were a sobbing mess into the cushions.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he breathed. “Come for me again. Let me feel it, let me feel you break on me.”

You shattered.

Your body seized, a raw cry tearing from your throat as you came again, hard and overwhelming. Your walls clamped down around him like a vice, and Yunho groaned, slamming into you one last time before finally losing it, his hips grinding into yours as he spilled inside, warmth flooding in deep, pulsing waves.

Yunho fell over your back, panting against your shoulder, his grip on your wrists finally loosening as he let you go, trembling and soaked and spent.

You didn’t move. Couldn’t.

You barely had time to catch your breath, your body slack and boneless beneath him, when you felt Yunho shift.

His lips, warm and heavy, pressed against the base of your spine.

Then a little higher.

And higher still.

Soft kisses, slow, wet, and deliberate, trailing up the length of your back like he was mapping every inch of you with reverence.

You moaned, the softest sound, your cheek still pressed against the cushion.

He was still inside you.

Still hard.

Still there.

“Yunho,” you whispered, breathless, dazed.

His voice came low, gritty with need, right beside your ear. “One more.”

You barely managed to blink before he slid his arms under you and lifted, his dick slipping out of you with a wet drag that made you gasp, thighs trembling again. You clung to his shoulders, stunned by the strength in him, the way he carried you, soaked skin pressed against his as he walked you out of the ruined living room and straight into your bedroom.

The second your back hit the mattress, Yunho was on you again. But slower this time. More precise.

He kissed your knee first, then your thigh, then higher, nipping, sucking, biting, leaving blooming marks on your inner thighs like he wanted you to remember exactly where his mouth had been.

He settled between your legs again for just a second, licking a long, slow stripe up your already wrecked core, making you twitch beneath him.

“Still so sweet,” he murmured, licking his lips. “Could live off this.”

“Yunho…. please,” your legs were trembling again as he hovered over you, lips swollen, eyes dark and locked on you.

He climbed up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, the swell of each breast, leaving little bruises in his wake, before capturing your lips again in a kiss so deep it stole the air from your lungs.

When he finally pulled back, his tip was already pressing at your entrance again, and you didn’t even realize you had wrapped her legs around his waist until he groaned at the feeling.

“You want it?” he asked, voice nothing but smoke.

You nodded, too wrecked to be anything but honest. “Yes.”

He thrust back into you in one deep, unhurried stroke, burying himself to the hilt with a low growl against your mouth, moving inside you slowly at first, like he wanted you to feel it, every inch, every pulse, every deep drag that had your nails curling into his shoulders.

Your legs locked tight around his waist, keeping him in, keeping him close, and Yunho buried his face in your neck with a groan.

“You feel that?” he whispered against your skin, voice wrecked. “That’s how good you take me. Every time.”

You moaned, arching into him, your body already aching for release again. You were sore, overstimulated, but fuck, the way he was moving now? Deep and deliberate, slow but powerful, it was almost worse than when he was slamming into you.

You could feel everything.

He kissed along your throat, tongue teasing before his teeth scraped the soft skin beneath your ear.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, thrusting deeper, making the bed creak beneath you. “Every time you glare at me, every time you slam your door, every time you fucking walk past me in those little shorts and pretend like you don’t want this.”

You whimpered, clutching him tighter, one hand slipping into his hair as the pressure inside you coiled again.

“You’re mine now,” he growled, pace quickening, the control in his body starting to fray. “You understand me, baby?”

You nodded against his neck, voice breaking. “Yes…. yes, I’m yours…please, Yunho!”

He kissed you hard then, swallowing your moans, thrusting deeper with each pass until the sound of wet skin and the headboard knocking against the wall that connected to his own bedroom in his apartment filled the room.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come for me. One more. I need it.”

Your body obeyed before your brain could. You shattered, one last time, legs tightening around him like a vice, your whole body shaking as you came with a sob into his mouth. Your nails raked down his back, breath stuttering as your walls pulsed around him.

Yunho lost it.

He groaned so loud it shook you to the core, thrusting hard once, twice, then burying himself deep as he came inside you again, hips jerking against you in raw, overwhelming pleasure.

And then silence.

Except for your breathing. His weight pressing you into the bed, his arms tight around your waist, like letting go might undo everything.

He kissed her jaw. Your cheek. Your collarbone.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just held you, dick still nestled inside you, as if he couldn’t stand to be apart even by an inch.

“Tell me you’re not gonna pretend you hate me tomorrow.”

You exhaled a broken little laugh. “You gonna stop stealing my laundry detergent?”

He chuckled, brushing your hair from your face.

“Never.”

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[ifyouknowyunho]

the tattoo, the long hair!!!! oh wooyoung wooyoung

[ifyouknowyunho]

Hello there! I wanted to pop in and say I’m so glad you’ve hit such a big milestone!! I honestly adore your works! Your writing style and characterization always has me begging for more!! And don’t get me started on your smut good lord 🫠

As for the slumber party.. *squeezes pillow* what do you think about dom!san and sub!reader and woo? I would honestly love to be brat tamed by San, have you seen the looks he gives Woo?? Especially him in Guerrilla era?? If he gave me that look I would be GONE. But it’s been making me think about him taking me from behind, with that signature neck hold of his as he ruins me into the mattress, Wooyoung needy and whining on the side waiting for his turn. 🫠🫠

Anyway I have shared my thoughts for this party, I can’t wait to see what others have to say as well!! (omg that somnophilia one had me sitting there crossing my legs. rip to those panties 🫡 😔)

Have a good day, Panda!! ❤️

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

anonnie you are so cute pls 😭 squeezing your pillow while spitting straight filth bahahha. thank you so much!! this seriously means so much to me TT with woosan, I tend to write them with a dynamic opposite to the one you'd described, so I found myself in a pickle trying to write this one;; however, I'm in an insane san mood this week, so I made it work (?) somehow (?), it is a lot shorter then I would have wanted it to be though :" I really hope you enjoy this nonetheless!! (and I'm so happy you liked the somno one, it's one of my favourites too~)- don't be a stranger, and happy reading!! (≧◡≦)

pairing: choi san x fem!reader x jung wooyoung

w.c.: 0.5k

tags: smut, dom!san, sub!woo & reader, san's kinda mean *bites lip*, unprotected sex (👎), creampie(s), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, mentioned double penetration

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung squirmed on the mattress, back flush against the headboard while his fingers twitched by his hips. Despite the overwhelming need to relieve himself, to wrap his fingers around his throbbing cock—the tip an angry red as it stood upright, leaking translucent drops of arousal down the veiny shaft—his attention remained on the two figures moving to a steady rhythm beside him.

The hand at your nape pushed you further into the pillow, shallowly breathing as the pleasure soaring through your body took over all five senses. San’s lips brushed against your temple, sharp grunts reverberating in your ear while he pumped his cock inside your spent cunt, oozing a mixture of slick and cum until it formed a pool over the linen beneath you. His other hand held your hips up, guiding them back to meet his relentless thrusts, making sure your walls would forever be moulded to his shape.

“San-ah, I ‘wanna touch her too,” Wooyoung mewled, eyes trained on your pussy as it repeatedly swallowed San’s girth. “C’mon, ‘can’t wait anymore.”

“No,” was all he responded with, not even sparing him a glance, slowing his pace as you shook under him once again—another orgasm drawing muffled moans out of your parted lips, and spreading drool on the pillowcase under your head.

Peering over at the man resting beside him, the sight of his cock bobbing uselessly against his lower belly, precum shimmering over tan skin under the overhead light, San felt himself grow harder as he waited for you to come down from your high. Wooyoung whimpered at San’s intense gaze—his quick glance rendering him unable to look away from the younger’s pathetic state—readjusting his position to angle his hips towards San, his cock now resting hard and heavy over his upper thigh.

Feline eyes glazed over as an idea popped into his head, straightening up behind you and shifting his gaze down to where your bodies met. San’s palm landed over your ass, watching your back arch further as he added yet another handprint onto the sensitive flesh, running soothing circles over it before slipping his hand between your legs. Running his fingers over the drenched slit, he rounded his base where his cock sat within your heat, dipping a thumb into the stretched hole and pulling it open even further, until it gaped and loosened around his length.

“San, wait—hnngh—please, I can’t-”

“–Yes you can,” San interrupted, moving the hand on your nape to the back of your head, pushing your face into the pillow until your words were no longer coherent. He slipped a few inches out, angling his cockhead to press directly into your g-spot, muffled sentences morphing into desperate groans. “Look,” he shifted his attention to the neglected man, spreading you even wider with his thumb while he grinded his cock into your used cunt. “What do you say, Youngie, do you think our pretty girl can fit the both of us?”

[ifyouknowyunho]

whichever way [woosan x reader] masterlist (COMPLETE)

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

summary: You accidentally walk in on your neighbour having sex with his boyfriend. The boyfriend has an interesting suggestion.

wc: 120.3k

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns

warnings: hard / soft dom San (smth smth duality), bratty sub Wooyoung, sub reader, but everyone is a switch to some degree, communication about boundaries (sexual and non-sexual), established Woosan, eventual queerplatonic relationship, so so so much smut -> sexual content in almost every chapter

a full list of smut warnings can be found at the bottom of this post bc there are so many pls send help, and each chapter has their own warnings too

chapter 1: in which Wooyoung has a suggestion 2.4k

chapter 2: in which Wooyoung escalates things (again) 7.4k

chapter 3: in which Wooyoung earns himself some pussy 8.0k

chapter 4: in which Hongjoong checks up on you 9.5k

chapter 5: in which San gives you a call 7.9k

chapter 6: in which teamwork makes the dream work 8.1k

chapter 7: in which you and San buy groceries 5.7k

chapter 8: in which San trusts you with something dear to him 10k

chapter 9: in which Wooyoung breaks a rule 7.7k

chapter 10: in which you and Wooyoung are stuck together 9.3k

chapter 11: in which you take care of San 7.8k

chapter 12: in which Wooyoung is a bad influence 10.6k

chapter 13: in which San tries something new 14k

chapter 14: in which you top a babygirl (Wooyoung. It’s Wooyoung.) 9.3k

epilogue: in which new information comes to light 2.6k

smut warnings: threesomes, voyeurism / exhibitionism (first time accidental), degradation & praise kink, degradation as praise, vaginal / anal sex & fingering, condomless sex with IUD, creampies, sloppy seconds, dirty talk, finger sucking, (guided) masturbation, cunnilingus, blow jobs, hand jobs, spanking, body worship, cumplay, cum shots, face sitting, frottage, rough sex, BDSM, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, nipple play, pain kink, spit kink, hair pulling (not @ reader), rimming, felching, choking, bondage / shibari, sex toys, brat taming / punishment, dumbification, objectification, biting / marking, squirting, pussy spank, phone sex, nudes, sex tapes, spitroast, dry humping, cumming in pants, thigh-riding, titty fuck, blindfolds, double penetration (vaginal / anal), subspace, facial, pegging, aftercare, dom drop (once), usage of traffic light system, pet names (‘sweet / good girl’ & ‘baby’ are used for reader)

BONUS:

prequel Yunho oneshot 2.5k

crossed roads: a yunwoosan x reader sequel 15k

[ifyouknowyunho]

Ateez X Reductress

part two!

Part 1 | Ship Edition

[ifyouknowyunho]

[ifyouknowyunho]

there’s just something about him in outfits like these that makes me wanna kiss him silly

like you’re just sitting on the couch with him, your legs over his thighs. practically in his lap. and he’s got one hand gripping at your thigh and the other tangled in your hair.

his kisses are so gentle and a bit lazy. just letting himself feel you. not worrying to much about progressing anywhere and focusing on his pretty baby in his lap.

and he couldn’t quite hide his giggles when you grip onto his hoodie. pulling him closer to you.

and it works.

because somehow he finds himself practically on top of you. his hands gripping your waist as his body hovers over yours. groaning when your hands find their way into his hair. his lips never once leaving yours.

and he could kiss you like that for hours. occasionally changing positions, putting you in his lap, cradling you in his arms, climbing over you when you’re on your back. any way is perfect for him.

as long as you keep kissing him. and he gets to keep his hands all over you.

[ifyouknowyunho]

Reeeally wanna choke or be choked rn idc which

[ifyouknowyunho]

favourite genre of ateez concert content

[ifyouknowyunho]

‼️🎧SEONGHWA NSFW AUDIO🎧‼️

Make sure you have headphones on and enjoy:)

Reminder this isn’t actually Seonghwa, it’s only for entertainment purposes

[ifyouknowyunho]

Warning!Nsfw audio

Yunho feels super sensitive against your hands┆⤿ 💌 ⌗

[ifyouknowyunho]

Yeosang

250128 London ATEEZ WORLD TOUR TOWARDS THE LIGHT : WILL TO POWER

[ifyouknowyunho]

₊ ⊹ ⟡ in the act (정윤호 ♡ j.yh)

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

style: bullet drabble

pairing: non idol!yunho x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

tags/warnings: smut, pwp, masturbation, porn, fingering, oral f receiving, lots of dirty talk, degradation / use of slut *affectionate*, praise, guided orgasm

notes: so enough people said they were interested in some bullet-style drabbles and smutty drafts for all the ideas i have but don’t turn into full fledged fics. this has been sitting on my computer since the start of me writing ateez fic… so you can think of this as a summer nights alternate version. please enjoy! more to come.

[masterlist]

You and Yunho have been roommates for almost a year, and he was a total stranger when you met him. He was looking for someone to take over his spare room after Yeosang moved out and in with his girlfriend, and you couldn’t afford rent on your own and begged him to take a chance on you.

Over the year you’ve become friends… slowly and steadily

But you’re not an idiot, he’s gorgeous and funny and charming and if you’re not careful you might get a crush on him (or have a crush already)

You’re also completely oblivious to the way he watches you. His eyes tracking you when you cross a room, lingering a little too long on the curve of your ass, the flash of cleavage when you bend over, even the soft cushion of your stomach when you wear tight clothes. He’s frankly trying to not be hard whenever you’re in the room.

It didn’t start out like that, it started out like normal roommates and despite how attractive you were, he wasn’t looking for anything. But then you were funny and clever and infuriating in all the right ways and he just…. can’t stop thinking about what you would look like riding his cock.

And then there was that one time he walked in on you in the shower.

But you had laughed that off, he had laughed that off, truly there was nothing to even talk about because he didn’t see anything it was just a funny accident.

Only he did see a little - and the image of your pert, dark nipples dripping with suds has been his tried and true mastubatory moment for months now.

So when he gets home from work a full three hours early and the apartment is suspiciously quiet, he thinks you probably just went out for a mid-day coffee or ran an errand.

What he doesn’t expect is to walk past your bedroom, with the door wide open, and see you spread out in the center of your perfectly made bed with hand under your panties and your t-shirt pushed up high enough to expose one breast, your head thrown back and your eyes shut tight as you rub yourself, hips jerking into your hand.

You have headphones on, that’s the second thing he realizes, you have no idea he’s here.

And then you say it, a murmured pant of his name.

His cock stiffens up instantly and he jumps back from the doorway. He really didn’t mean to see so much or frankly wait so long to move away, but with the way you were panting, moaning softly, a blush over your chest…. the way he knows you’re thinking about him…. his brain admittedly stopped working for a second.

So he fakes coming home again, shutting the door harder than before and calling out into the apartment, trying to be loud enough that noise-cancelling headphones wouldn’t be enough to completely block out the announcement of his unexpected homecoming.

He drops his boots heavily, keeps talking into the apartment like he’s narrating his day, and then finally he hears the frantic sound of sheets and covers and your laptop snapping shut.

You sound so breathless when you respond, trying to make him believe you woke up from a nap but you can’t get up, you’re half naked and a mess and your door is open

And for a split second Yunho thinks of just giving you your space and letting this little incident pass by without notice, but he can’t because now he’s heard what his name on your lips sounds like and he needs to hear it again

So he shows up in your doorway and for a second he just teases - “How was your nap? Were you having a dream? You look flushed,”

But finally after stuttered attempts at recovery and clenching your thighs together under the covers he just says it - “So, you’re going to stick with the lie? Or are you ready to admit you were masturbating and moaning my name in the middle of the day?”

For a few moments it’s like a stand off… you don’t know how much he saw or what to admit to or if it’s better to laugh it off and tell him he’s hearing things….

But then - “You could have just asked me for help,” he says, a teasing smile on his lips, “but I’m here now,”

And it starts off tentative, Yunho peeling back the covers to get a good look at your body once you tell him you want him, and he doesn’t hide how hard this is getting him at all.

He’s vocal, verbal, and telling you every little thing he’s going to do to you, all the while teasing you for holding out on him so long.

“You must really want my cock if you’re crying out for it while you rub your slutty little clit, huh?”

“How long were you touching yourself? An hour? And you still couldn’t cum, but thirty seconds of my fingers and you’re squirming in the sheets? Oh, you are down bad,”

“Ride my fingers, pretty girl, show me what you like,”

And when you go dazed, dizzy and eyes rolling back at the feeling of his fingers rubbing you, pumping inside you, he snaps his fingers with his free hand - “Focus up, slut, you want to cum don’t you?”

Clenching on his fingers, slicking all over his hand

And he talks you through it when it hits you hard

“You gonna come for me? Yeah you are, that’s it, come on slut, come for me, so wet and messy knowing I caught you, so dirty, so pretty for me, there we go, come on,”

And you’re whining, begging him to get you there, so dizzy and aching

But the minute you start to cum he softens, praising how good you look, sounding so pleased and proud of you in a way that scratches your desperate subby brain just right

You need him to carry you through it, something you’d do yourself with ease, but he picks up on it immediately, watching your desperate, teary facial expression

“Oh, I got you,” He pumps his fingers deep, soothing you with his tone, “let go, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, good girl, that’s my girl,”

By the time you come out of it, it’s to Yunho’s kisses across your thighs, his hands spreading you open wide, “Gonna make you cum again, baby, you sound so good for me, so gorgeous for me,”

Your fingers laced in his hair

His hot tongue

Your aching, pulsing pussy brought to the absolute brink

And Yunho babbling into you as he eats at you, sucks you, kisses and caresses you -

“Wanted to do this for months,”

“Dying to touch you, baby,”

“Want you wrapped around my cock”

He takes you through two more heady orgasms before he kisses you on the mouth for the first time, before you find yourself both naked and rocking your bodies together

Need and pent up desire just taking you both under

Until you’re trembling in the afterglow, no more teasing now, only quiet confessions of how long you’ve both dreamt of this.

After that, you sleep in his bed every night.

[ifyouknowyunho]

Jesus 😀✨

Let's start the week with the right mood 😎

[ifyouknowyunho]

im going thru a major seonghwa brainrot and i just want a fic of him teasing her gf throughout a party and he takes her home mid function and edges her manhandles her leading to overstimulation ( he has a sir kink )

This is like my 2nd or 3rd time ever requesting an author so plz dont judge me i dont know how this works😭

coming undone. (seonghwa x reader)

summary: a silly little bet goes a little too far, causing a certain someone to go back on his bargain.

genre: pure smut (nsfw, mdni) (tw: sexual content, overstimulation)

word count: 2,714

the way that i just laughed at this request for the chaotic panicking lol as long as you don’t judge me for being a little rusty in my smut writing!

“Another round, my love?” you call over your shoulder as you stroll into the kitchen, peering into the fridge for the tonic water. Like clockwork, you reach for the handle of gin on the counter and mix yourself another drink. Yeosang rounds the corner to meet you, outstretching his hand with his solo cup prepared.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you laugh, measuring his mixture haphazardly before clinking your own cup against his. The familiar taste of ripe juniper berries meets your tongue, the alcohol warming your throat with its familiar burning sensation. From the living room, Hongjoong is fiddling with the playlist, save for when he circles the room to rearrange a pillow or put aside someone’s shoes.

“Is there a reason you’ve been staring at Hongjoong that I’m unaware of?” Yeosang teases, leaning against the wall beside the kitchen as he glances at you in amusement.

“I am not!” you retort, knocking back the rest of your drink before setting the cup down to mix another—only this time, it wasn’t for you. “He just looks like he needs a drink, is all.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Yeosang chuckles, rolling his eyes. He glances at the crowd exchanging lighters on the balcony with a nod in your direction. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”

The playlist changes to its next track and the mood of the room shifts near instantly, settling into the smooth R&B beat that thrums against the walls. You sway as you walk, mouthing the lyrics as you snake through the crowd to the far end of the room where Hongjoong was perched beside the speakers.

“One gin and tonic,” you lilt, offering him the drink in your hands. He takes it with a soft chuckle under his breath, tilting his head back as the alcohol slid down his throat. You observe his neck hungrily, lips parted as you lean against the wall beside him.

“Think I’m doing the party justice?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear so you could hear him above the music. He gestures to the speakers, though you barely register anything beyond the shudder down your spine.

“Absolutely,” you reply, reaching for his drink and taking a swig yourself. You’re about to continue bantering with him when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something particularly interesting.

You watch as Seonghwa, clad in his all-black outfit you’d helped him pick out, stood beside a notably attractive guest of the night. Her long raven hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, her outfit a near twin to his. Her makeup compliments her features incredibly, smudges of dark eyeliner and a glossed lip. Seonghwa whispers something to her that causes her to throw her head back in a fit of laughter.

She rests a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head at whatever he could have possibly said. He gestures to her drink, seeming to offer her a refill before heading to the kitchen himself. You scoff at the sight, turning back to Hongjoong with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“You look fine as hell tonight,” Hongjoong comments, a lazy grin etched across his face as he takes another sip of his drink. You couldn’t tell if it was the jealousy nipping at your stomach, the warmth of the alcohol, or just sheer attraction to Hongjoong in the moment that was warming your face in response. “Trying to impress someone?”

“Hoping that it’s you?” you tease, your eyes trailing down his figure as you laugh.

“So what if I am?” He inches closer, turning his body so he’s hovering just above yours where you lean against the wall. Over Hongjoong’s shoulder, you meet Seonghwa’s eyes as he’s returning to the living room with drinks in hand for him and his plaything.

His gaze darkened as he pressed his tongue against his cheek, shaking his head as he returned to the girl waiting on her drink. Seonghwa drapes an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against his side as they resume their conversation. 

“Do I get something in return for looking ‘fine as hell tonight’?” you poke at Hongjoong, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His breath hitches, fingertips ghosting down your sides and coming to rest at your waist in a tight grip. You hum under your breath at his touch, shifting your gaze to Seonghwa’s eyes that were now deadlocked on every move Hongjoong made.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“What do you want, princess?” Hongjoong asks in a low voice, one that would have had you melting in his arms before Seonghwa sifts through the crowd and pulls you away from him by your arm. You gasp in surprise, not looking back as he drags you with him towards the bathroom.

Finding a seat on top of the counter, you watch as Seonghwa hurriedly locks the door before turning to you. He settles between your legs, shoving them apart forcefully and pulling you close so that you were flush against his chest.

“I don’t want to play that game anymore,” he growls, one of his hands snaking up to your hair and pulling it back roughly so that you were forced to look at him. A laugh slips past your lips, though it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the heat that crept towards your core at the way he was behaving.

“We haven’t even gotten into it yet,” you retort breathlessly with a greedy smile on your face. “And, this was your suggestion.”

A silly little wager. Seonghwa swore up and down before you’d left for the party tonight that he was not, nor would he ever be, the jealous type. You agreed, doubling down on your own belief that you weren’t the jealous type, either. Given how new your relationship was, you hadn’t had time to share the news with your friends—making tonight’s party the perfect scenario to test one another.

Though, it seems as though Seonghwa failed miserably.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he chuckles, his grip tightening on your hair as you let out an involuntary moan. “Playing with Hongjoong in front of me like that.”

“Oh, so we are the jealous type now?”

Seonghwa laughs again darkly, releasing his grip on your hair and sliding his hand down to wrap his fingers around your neck. He leans forward, ghosting his lips over yours as he whispers against them.

“So, you’d let Hongjoong fuck you tonight if I hadn’t stopped you?”

“No,” you answer, shuddering at the way he bites your bottom lip. You move to close your legs for some sort of friction to ease the nerves pricking at your core. Seonghwa notices what you’re doing, pressing your legs further apart with his in response.

“No, what?” he snarls, and you know what he’s expecting.

“No, sir.”

Seonghwa groans against your mouth before yanking you off of the counter and turning you to face the mirror in one swift motion. Neither of you had bothered to turn on the lights, your eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight filtered through the bathroom window. He held a hand to the nape of your neck, the other pressed into your waist so that you could feel every inch of him against your back.

“And you want me to fuck you tonight?” he asks, his voice a strained whisper against your ear. You say nothing in response, earning fingers pressed deeper into your waist. “Unravel you like the pretty little slut you are?”

“I—I,” you stutter between deep breaths, meeting his hungry gaze in the mirror with a moan.

“Use your words, babygirl.” He hikes up the satin fabric of your skirt, dancing a hand across your thigh dangerously close to your core.

“I need you to fuck me tonight,” you practically beg, feeling the way his length hardens against you at the way you whined for him. “Please.”

Without warning, he lets you go and moves to unlock the door.

“Let’s get going, then.”

* *

The two of you left the party in a flurry of hasty goodbyes, messy kisses in the elevator, and a car ride home with Seonghwa’s hand rested firmly on the inside of your thigh. You took not more than two steps into your shared apartment before he kicked the door shut behind him, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head against the entryway wall.

His lips meet yours hungrily, the two of you a tangled, moaning mess. You fight against his grip, desperate to run your hands through his raven hair. He only grabs your wrists tighter, trailing kisses down your neck before biting down on your collarbone. You moan wantonly, arching your back to beg for more of his touch when he pulls away with a haughty laugh.

“Fuck, you sound so delicious,” he groans, almost immediately slipping his hand up your skirt and pressing his fingers against the soaked fabric of your underwear. “And you already feel even better.”

“Please,” you whisper, and he begins to brush over your clit in slow, tantalizing circles.

“Will you be a good girl and get my fingers wet for me?” Seonghwa asks, his own voice low as he begins to tug at the edge of your underwear expectantly. His eyes are hooded with lust, hair disheveled, and yet, you’ve never found him more attractive.

“Yes, sir,” you manage to get out before he plunges a finger into you. He falls into a steady rhythm, trailing his tongue back along your neck and biting down on your earlobe with another groan beneath his breath. Your stomach is in knots as you rock your hips against his hand, gripping on his shoulders to steady yourself as your legs grow weak.

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg breathlessly, dropping your head back against the wall with another series of moans. Seonghwa quickens his pace, slipping another finger into you and curling them against your walls. You whine at the sensitive touch, bucking your hips in approval. Your chest heaves as your breath is caught in the back of your throat, your core tightening as you feel your orgasm creeping beneath your skin.

“I-I’m going to—”

And out are Seonghwa’s fingers.

“What the fuck?” you snap, eyes wide as you stare at him angrily. He scoffs, licking the taste of you off of his fingers with a sly grin. You were seeing red, and for no good reason. You were close. So, so close.

Without an answer, he lifts you from behind your thighs so that your legs wrapped around his waist and carried you to the dining table. Pulling your skirt and underwear off, he pries your legs apart and stares down at you with a newfound lust in his eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

The command is so simple and so intense all at once. Your cheeks flush as you meet his eyes, the way he devoured every inch of your body on that table without so much as touching you. On one hand, you were tempted to push his buttons and tease him enough that he’d take you then and there.

On the other, you really wanted to come as soon as possible.

Biting at your bottom lip, you slip a hand between your legs and begin to rub against your clit in the same slow circles he was doing not long before. You notice the way his jeans tighten at his bulge, his cock twitching at the sight of you. He settles into one of the dining chairs, a front-row seat to the show you put on for him.

“Such a little slut for attention,” he purrs, pupils dilated as you slip a finger between your folds. You moan at his comment, pumping your finger quicker than before. He pulls you by your thighs so that his mouth is right at your entrance, suddenly moving your hands so that he can slip his tongue into you instead. The sudden shift urges you to arch your back, a drawn-out sigh escaping you.

The wave begins to rise more quickly this time, a response to not being able to come just moments earlier. You feel your breath hitch in your throat, the pressure building in your stomach as you’re about to warn Seonghwa.

And, like clockwork, he pulls away again.

“Seriously?” you bark as you sit up in disbelief. He grabs your chin, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip as he arches a brow.

“I’m still not convinced you want me to fuck you,” he remarks coolly, though the shakiness in his voice proves to you that he’s not far from coming undone himself. You pant desperately, beyond frustrated that two chances to find release slipped right past you.

“Please? Please make me come, I’ll beg as much as you want.” You inch towards the edge of the table again, grabbing desperately at the fabric of his shirt. On a good day, begging this much to be fucked felt beneath you—but after coming so close only to have it ripped away, you felt willing to do anything. “I’ll be as loud as you want, just don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa growls again, unfastening his pants and hooking his arms behind your legs as he positions himself at your entrance. He shoves himself into you, falling into a steady rhythm as he rocks his hips against yours. Your toes curl at the pleasure gnawing at your core, the way he hits the right spot with every move.

Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he angles himself to thrust even deeper into you. The sensation causes you to moan even louder, throwing your head back as you writhed against his touch. You could hear the way he was struggling to contain himself, his breathing fast and shallow.

“Look at me when you come,” he commands breathlessly, fisting your hair in his hand and forcing you to crane your neck to meet his eyes. You could barely keep focus as you felt your orgasm rising at the pit of your stomach, gnawing at your walls and at every thrust he made into you. With one final gasp, you shudder as the orgasm rocked your body and forced you to come undone all over his cock.

Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath when you realized—Seonghwa wasn’t slowing down.

“I still haven’t come.” An intoxicated smirk dances across his lips as you watch the way he puts himself into every thrust into you. You clench around him tightly, panting at the added sensation that came from your nerves falling apart.

“Ah, fuck—!” You nearly scream at the sensation, the way he continued to bury himself deep within you even though you were far beyond your breaking point. “S-Seonghwa, I can’t—I—”

“You can take more, babygirl,” he pants, pushing you over the edge just as he did before. The second orgasm shatters every last nerve inside of you, your legs weak and your core nearly numb from the overdose of pleasure.

“Please—fuck!” You finally let out a guttural scream, shuddering as Seonghwa rubs tight circles against your clit. Swollen and throbbing from the release, yet still somehow so responsive. You jerk your hips erratically against his touch, feeling his pace grow unsteady as he finally succumbed to his release.

He slides your legs off of his shoulders, chest heaving as he helps you to sit up and steady yourself. You’re shaking and completely undone, yet somehow more satisfied than ever.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, scanning you for any signs of regret or that he’d done too much. You pull him in for a gentle kiss, the gentlest act either of you had engaged in all night.

Finally able to catch your breath, you pull away with a lopsided grin of your own and ask, “So, you are the jealous type, huh?”

[ifyouknowyunho]

𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔢 (m) • 𝗃𝗒𝗁

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: noble!yunho x princess!reader

𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌/𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 18+ (mdni), smut with plot, historical au, forbidden attraction, forced proximity, power dynamics, loooots of tension, arranged marriage to mingi (we don't like him)

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 4.8k

synopsis: with your kingdom at risk, your parents devise a grand plan to have you arranged to be wed to the rival kingdom's son. in an effort to demonstrate peace, you and prince mingi are required to attend a ball (spoiler alert: it doesn't go well). a desperate need to escape sends you straight into yunho's arms.

notes: hi y'all. haven't been on this account for a while and i do have a handful of requests to get through, but i did want to get this up here for a friend of mine! feel free to continue submitting scenario/fic requests that i can ponder on. :-) enjoy!

The hand in mine is cold, unfeeling as fingers lace around mine in a feeble attempt to demonstrate some semblance of a happy couple. The gesture is robotic, one that leads me to roll my eyes as I nimbly clasp his hand in response. At the bottom of the staircase, the grand hall is filled to the brim with nobility from across the kingdoms, each of them striving to out-dress the next as they glide around marbled floors in decadent gowns and suits. My free hand dangles at my side, fingers clenching and unclenching in an attempt to release the nerves of entering with my suitor for the night.

“Let’s go,” is all he says, his voice devoid of any affection as he pulls me along with him to notify the guard of our arrival. The younger uniformed man nods once, capturing the attention of the parties beneath us as he bangs his staff against the ground twice.

“His Highness, Prince Song Mingi, along with the Princess of the Southern Kingdom of Jeonsu.”

And so, the whispers commence. Hushed voices commenting on what we were wearing, on how we looked together, how Song Mingi held my hand in his. Along comes a certain myriad of comments on how our kings and queens despised one another and how I was a stranger in their territory. Like clockwork, Mingi utilizes his court training well, guiding me down the grand staircase with my hand now on his arm. I hold my head high, against the scoffs from the foreign nobility and keep my eyes fixated on a particularly dazzling chandelier.

From the corner of my eye, I spot a familiar presence standing watch from a towering marble pillar near the far end of the room. A head of tousled brunette hair, wide brown eyes, a tall frame donning a well-fitted sapphire suit. He offers me a small smile of encouragement, one that makes my heart flutter for the slightest of moments before I follow Mingi’s guide to the bottom of the staircase. We bow before the crowd expecting us, the orchestra returning to its waltz.

Mingi looks down at me, and I blink back up at him in silent question.

Despite the lack of love, there was an understanding between us. Neither of us enjoyed the arrangement we’d found ourselves in. Neither of us enjoyed being born into kingdoms split into centuries-long rivalry, or being used as political pawns to secure peace between lands. Yet, here we were, dressed to the nines in an attempt to save face.

“I’m going to speak with Lord Taeho,” he states. “Will you be—”

“I’ll be fine,” I interrupt, bowing my head and gliding to a corner of the room where I could remain as unseen as possible. Dozens of pairs of eyes followed me. I was no stranger to public scrutiny, but it was more apparent coming from people that were not my own. I settle into one of the gilded chairs at the end of the room where a handful of women were gathered to gossip. They seemed to be close in age, not much older than I was.

“I can’t imagine how Prince Mingi has gotten into this predicament,” one whispers all-too-loudly, her kohl-lined feline eyes darting between her friends and where I sat. “I knew Jeonsu was suffering from trade route closures, but a marriage?”

“I agree, it’s a dramatic attempt for them to claim our power as their own.”

“And, our prince.”

I roll my eyes, gratefully taking one of the champagne flutes from the offering waitstaff that floated by. Focusing more intently than ever on the bubbles that cling to the glass, I try to block out the sound of their scrutiny when a friendlier voice interjects.

“All by your lonesome?” he asks, and I turn to a bright-eyed Yunho that is looking down at me with hands in his pockets. His smile is charming, etched across his face in a warm welcome much unlike the others around him.

I shrug in response with a smile of my own, gesturing to the room with a wave of my hand. “I believe my betrothed is working the room, it would seem.”

Yunho’s gaze follows Mingi around the hall in a shared silence. Ever since the arrangement had been made between the kingdoms, Yunho had served as the prince’s right-hand man in assisting with my move to their palace. Unlike the rest of the awful personas in this kingdom, Yunho was a breath of fresh air. He spoke with emotion, passion that was unrivaled by the cold, harsh demeanors of the rest of the palace staff scared straight and the royal family that was all-too-hard to read.

“Look, now she’s quick to seduce the rest of our nobles,” another scoffs from the circle adjacent, the rest tittering in response.

“I can worry about myself,” I snap at them, already tired of their comments despite only just arriving. “I’d suggest you not gossip. It’s awfully unbecoming of you.”

Each of them grow pale, wide eyes blinking back at me in surprise that I refused to take their harassment in silence. They leave their seats almost immediately, hurrying deeper into the hall where other socialites awaited. Beside me, Yunho stifles a laugh as I rub at my temple.

“Oh, is this funny to you?” I scorn. Swallowing down the rest of my drink, I’m about to wave over the waitstaff to receive another when Mingi approaches me with a raised eyebrow.

“What just happened over here?” he asks harshly, eyes narrowed into slits.

“What?” I ask, gesturing to the gaggle of women that crowded near the refreshments table where Mingi once was. “The socialites of this kingdom can’t be told that they have no right to criticize another royal?”

“These are my people,” he barks, and I roll my eyes.

“As if they’re not practically about to be mine.”

“Hey,” Yunho attempts to interject, sensing the rising tension between the pair of us as he nervously runs a hand through his brunette hair. “Let’s not—”

“I’m not the one forcing you to marry me,” Mingi snaps in a hushed whisper, his jaw clenched as I rise from my seat to meet his glare.

“And yet, you find it your duty to parent me while we’re here.”

“Just leave,” is all Mingi replies, turning his back to me. His shoulders rise and fall with every measured breath, glancing over at me one last time with daggers in his eyes as he returns to mingling with his people.

His people. They would never be mine. This would never work.

My people would continue to suffer.

Suddenly, the room felt much too small. The towering pillars were suddenly too large, the floor too slick. The orchestra playing its waltz fought with the barrage of thoughts running through my mind, leaving little space for me to hear the muffled sound of Yunho asking if I was all right.

It was getting harder to breathe, the corset of my gown growing tighter with each breath. In desperate need of fresh air, I ran straight for the tall oak doors at the far end of the ballroom and into the courtyard with heaving gasps. My skin crawled from the desperate need to get out of sight. Glancing wildly around the gardens, I opted for the observatory at the other end of the palace grounds and hiked my gown with my hands as I darted across the cool grass.

* * *

I’d been sat in the glass-topped dome for what felt like an eternity, mindfully observing each star above and the rows of books that lined the walls around me. Much unlike the ballroom, the observatory was quiet. I’d not been familiar with the kingdom’s palace, only having visited a few times. Nonetheless, I remembered the observatory clearly, recounting it from when Yunho had first guided me on a tour of the grounds. I admired it for its exclusion from the main palace halls, tucked away in its own solace—much like I needed in this moment.

As my mind cleared, I sighed with the recognition that I’d have to answer a lot of questions when I’d returned—where I went, why I left, why I abandoned Prince Mingi in such a public setting. Questions I refused to think of answers for right this second.

The gilded iron doors to the observatory creak open and I turn in a panic, eyes wide as I prepare to back into one of the rows of bookshelves and make myself small.

Taking sight of Yunho, relief washes over me and I sigh, lowering my hand that clutched the front of my corset and slumping back into the sapphire velvet sofa that sat under the stars. He raises an eyebrow, almost as if he’s surprised to have found me here.

“Well, this is one place to hide,” he answers, his voice low as he locks the door behind him and saunters over to me. I look up at him wearily, silently grateful for his company in such a lonely palace. “Mingi asked that I look for you.”

“I don’t imagine that he asked you to do so right when I stormed off.”

“Well—no,” he replies, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “He actually hadn’t noticed for quite some time. I would have come immediately, but I assume you needed the space.”

A sudden bout of thunder rolls through the skies above, causing us both to crane our heads up towards the flashes of lightning that follow soon after. 

“Great. Now even the heavens hate me for being uncooperative.” I bury my face in my hands with a muffled groan, and Yunho lets out a laugh—a strange sound in a place like this. He lowers onto his haunches before me, gently taking my hands away from my face and holding my chin in his.

“Chin up, now,” he scolds, and I offer a feeble smile in response. “It’s a lot of responsibility weighing on your shoulders. Both you and Mingi. There’s a lot of change happening, and I imagine it’s not easy.”

He stares at me for just a second too long, something that doesn’t go unnoticed as I shift my gaze back to the now turbulent weather outside.

“Seems like you brought the rain with you,” I joke evasively, gesturing to the glass panels and settling back into the sofa, knees hugged to my chest beneath the billowing gown. Yunho glances up in response, nodding once as he leans against the desk across from me with his legs crossed. Large hands crane over the edge of the desk, drumming his fingertips to fill the silence amidst the storm brewing.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to get back for a while,” Yunho admits. “Though, at least you’re accounted for.”

“I suppose,” I nod and reach before me to pat the plush velvet. “No need to stand around. Come sit.”

As Yunho sits beside me, legs outstretched before him and hands behind his head, I take the opportunity to drink him in silently. He’d been my only real companion throughout the arrangement with Mingi so far. The only one that didn’t look at me with distaste or treat me as an inconvenience in a larger political ploy. We’d grown to become friends of sort in the past several weeks, able to joke and tell stories and simply be … human, if only for a little while.

Given the circumstances, I’d be a fool to not find him attractive in the grand scheme of things.

The thought instantly churns guilt at the pit of my stomach. I had no right to be attracted to him. He was the prince’s right-hand man. He was kind and amenable, qualities that were needed for such a job. He knew the predicament I was in with the arranged marriage. He was no stranger to playing his part.

“You’re really lost in thought tonight, aren’t you?” he pokes, chuckling as I blink the thoughts away and struggle to come up with a hasty excuse.

“Trying to find something to do to pass time while we’re in here,” I utter, averting his gaze that now seemed darker under the thunderous sky. “Maybe we should look at these …”

And so, time passes with us prodding through ancient maps, travel journals and court documents that span across the walls of the library. The storm rolls on, growing stronger and sealing the observatory off from the rest of the palace. Enough time goes by where I begin to feel constricted by the corset of my dress, and I refuse to mention it to Yunho until he notices for himself.

“Are you all right?” he asks, setting aside the journal in hand and taking note of the way that my breathing had grown labored. “Do you feel well?”

“I-I’m fine,” I lie, absentmindedly craning a hand behind me to tug at the lacing unsuccessfully. “Just—ah …”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, standing before me as his eyes scan over me oh, so slowly.

“It’s just—the corset,” I admit finally, cheeks flushed from a combination of remorse and the restriction of the boned fabric. “It gets uncomfortable after a while.”

“Oh,” Yunho answers, and realization dawns on him. “Oh.” He raises his eyebrows, stammering for a moment before forming a coherent sentence. “If you need to loosen it, please don’t feel ashamed. I rather you not pass out on me than worry about your dress being improper.”

“Thanks for that,” I reply hastily, struggling to reach a hand to the lacing crossed at my back. “I would have if I could reach the fasteners.”

“I can help,” Yunho volunteers almost immediately, and I can’t help but scoff at his enthusiasm that he quickly corrects. “I-I mean, if you need me to.”

“I do.”

With a soft smile of my own, I keep as calm as possible as he approaches me from behind, fingers outstretched and awaiting permission. The warmth from his body radiates onto mine, melding any coherent thoughts in my mind as I silently punish myself for noticing the feeling. Yunho requires no guidance as he threads his fingers through the lacing, unweaving the tight restraints as I finally feel the pressure release from my chest.

The corset expands loosely around my ribcage, forcing me to grip at its hem to prevent it from slipping. I turn, suddenly realizing that Yunho is much closer than I’d realized. He looks down at me, hand still lingering on my waist from where he finished helping me to come undone. The light in his eyes is gone, replaced with a kind of hunger I hadn’t seen in them before.

“Is that better?” he asks in a hushed voice. His voice crawls along my skin, and suddenly I’m all too aware of every inch of my skin and every hair that stands on end. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from his, watching as his trail down to my lips, my waist.

“Yes,” I whisper under the sounds of the storm outside.

The storm that isolates us from the rest of the kingdom. From any judgment, from our roles as bride-to-be and the prince’s confidante.

Yunho seems to notice this as well, his hand moving from my waist to lift my chin. He brushes his thumb against my cheek tantalizingly slow, a gasp slipping past my lips as I lean into his touch. An unspoken attraction dances around us, one that he fights against with great restraint as he pulls his hand away with a sigh. Even so, his lips are just mere inches from mine.

“We can’t,” he scolds softly, an obvious strain in his voice.

My mind races with filthy thoughts, suddenly wild at the idea of succumbing to the most carnal desires that ran between us in that moment. To hear him moan, have his hands around my throat.

But we can’t.

“Why not?” I urge in what almost sounds like a cry for help. My hands release the corset, the fabric now slouching dangerously low. Yunho’s eyes dart to the way it slips lower and lower, sitting just beneath my cleavage as a strangled breath slips past his lips.

“You are to be my princess,” he answers, “and I answer to the prince. There are lines I can’t cross.” He swallows. “No matter how tempting.”

Realization dawns on me as I arch an eyebrow, backing onto the sofa again just behind us. Crossing my legs, I pretend to not notice his hungry gaze as the fabric of the dress billows around me, eyes locked onto his as I let out a dry laugh.

“So, you are at the whim of the prince? Is that correct?” He nods once, eyes unmoving. “And I am to marry the prince, am I not?”

He nods again.

“Then you are under my command as much as you are under his.” His gaze shifts frantically to meet mine, confusion etched onto his face for a brief moment as he finally understands my suggestion. The thought of wielding power over the man before me ignited a certain kind of flame under my skin, one that crept along my veins and churned at my core. I leaned back into the plush velvet as a newfound confidence overcomes me. “Won’t you be a loyal subject to me?”

“I—” Yunho seems to wrestle something within himself for a brief moment, lowering himself onto a knee and bowing before me. As he lifts his head, his eyes sparkle with a desperate, silent plea. “Yes. Of course.”

“Then ruin me,” I command, taking his chin in my hand the way he did mine not long before. “Ravage me as if I were a common whore, right now.” My words are breathless, betraying the way I yearned to exercise control over the man on his knees before me.

“Is that what you want?” he asks tentatively, pressing a hand over mine as he lowers his gaze to the ground.

“That is an order.”

Save for the rain that thrums against the confines of the observatory, the room falls silent amidst the sound of our breathing. Yunho slides his hand down to my wrist, pausing for a moment before tightening his grip around it and shoving me back into the sofa. He’s almost unrecognizable, the gentle playfulness in his features completely replaced by a maniacal desire. His grin is lopsided as his other hand reaches for my waist, urging me against the cushions as he hovers over me.

Lowering his head to the crook of my neck, the breathy laugh that escapes from him sends a vibration down my spine, breath hitched in my throat. He traces the tip of his tongue tantalizingly slow from my collarbone to just behind my ear, and the sensation forces me to arch my back against his restraint with a soft gasp.

“Ruin you?” he asks, fingers pressing deeper into my waist. “Have you drunk off of my cock and writhing at the way it feels when I touch you, fill you up?”

My breath comes in shallow, ragged breaths as my eyes flutter shut. Whatever had overcome Yunho was unlike anything I’d ever seen from him—the gentle, kind boy I’d come to befriend. This was a monster of sorts, ravenous and insatiable. His hand snakes to my hair, pulling it back with a forceful yank so that I was forced to look at him.

“Is that what you want, princess?”

“I—” Words escape me as I pant, eyebrows furrowed at the ache rising between my legs.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I finally manage to get out, meeting his gaze.

“Good girl.”

Releasing his grip on my now tousled hair, Yunho presses his fingers into my cheeks, forcing my lips apart as he lowers himself to spit in my mouth. I gasp as the string of saliva slides down my tongue, swallowing it with an obedient whimper. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, every touch from him electrifying. The way he causes me to react earns a scoff as he straightens himself to pull the restrictive gown off of my body.

The night air caresses my skin, every pore raised from the cold mixed with hungry anticipation. His face is flushed, his chest heaving with each breath as he reaches to roll the sleeves of his dress shirt. Lowering himself back onto his knees, he yanks me towards the edge of the sofa, now bare before him. Color creeps to my cheeks, something that doesn’t go unnoticed as he tuts at the sight of me already dripping under his touch.

“Shy now, are we?” he lilts, broad hands holding my thighs apart as he drinks in every sight of me. I whimper under his touch, weak in my attempt to pull my legs back together. “I want to see exactly how I make you feel.” Extending a hand upwards, he pries my mouth open again with two fingers, relishing in the way I latch onto them like clockwork. Now coated with saliva, he groans at the sound as he slips them back out of my mouth and towards my cunt.

“Hold steady now, pretty girl.”

With painfully slow pressure, he presses his fingers against my clit. The sensation overwhelms me, and it’s only then that I realize how desperate I was to be under his touch. He traces circles languidly, peppering kisses along the inside of my thigh. My body jerks and quivers under him, and I bite my tongue to conceal the lewd plea that was about to escape me. In one swift motion, he dips his tongue between my folds in long, greedy strokes.

“Oh—” I cry out in surprise, grabbing at his hair as he buries his tongue deeper into me. Yunho hums in disapproval, pinning my wrists to either side of me as he quickens his pace. A familiar knot begins to build at my core, one that ebbs and flows as he flicks his tongue against my clit. Pleasure clouds my mind as my vision blurs, my chest heaving with the impending climax.

Just as I’m about to surrender, he stops.

My protests are silenced before they escape, Yunho finding a seat beside me on the sofa and pulling me towards him so that one of my legs is draped over his, on full display for him once more. He slides his fingers back between my folds, pumping them vigorously as I let out a string of moans. His free hand slips around me, wrapping around my neck so that I was pressed firmly against his chest.

“You sound delicious,” he mewls, his grip tightening around my neck as I struggle to maintain my posture. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear those noises come out of that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“P-Please, Yunho,” I beg—actually beg—as the wave begins to rise in my stomach for the second time. “I’m going to—”

“Not yet,” he coaxes, pulling me back against him with his hand still firmly wrapped around my neck. Slipping his fingers out of me, he brings them back to my mouth. Craning my head to the side, my eyes lock on his as he relishes in the way I taste myself off of his fingers.

He lifts my leg off of his, opting to pick me up and spread me across the desk across from the sofa with an animalistic groan. Yunho’s eyes never leave mine as he unfastens the buckle on his belt, leaning over me again to wrap my wrists between the leather and loop it through the latch on the desk drawer above my head. I raise an eyebrow at how quickly it was done, leaning into the observation.

“I take it you’ve done this before?” I pry, and he lets out another dark chuckle.

“I’ve had a bit of practice,” he admits, lips curling into a sensual grin. He reaches to pull his cock free from his trousers, gazing over at me with hooded eyes. I watch as he runs his hand along his length, the sight fueling a burning pain between my legs. Friction did little to ease the ache, earning a scoff from Yunho at the way I pathetically fought to rub my thighs together.

“So eager,” he chides, his hand’s pace quickening as his own breathing grows ragged. “Can’t I look at you for just a while longer? You look so pretty like this.”

“Just fuck me,” I order, knees lifted as I drag my heels on the desk’s surface. He raises an eyebrow, dropping his hand so that he could place his palms on either side of my head. His voice is low, alluring as I feel the weight of his erection press into my core. The thought of his cock covered in me causes me to groan, wrists jerking against their restraints.

“How do you think your prince would like knowing that I defiled his darling bride-to-be?” he asks, biting down on my collarbone and earning a drawn-out moan in response. “Begging me to fuck her?”

“I don’t care,” I plead hastily, nearly at the brink of tears out of sheer frustration from waiting to be filled. I’m about to protest further when he shoves himself into me in one swift motion, our bodies jerking forward as a collective groan fills the room.

Yunho’s lips finally capture mine in a passionate kiss, a fight of tongues and teeth as he grips onto the edge of the desk with white knuckles. He thrusts into me relentlessly, pleasure and pain thrumming against my veins as I cry out against his lips. The tension of weeks of gentle touches and subtle glances finally crescendos in a messy union.

He finally pulls his mouth away from mine, gulping down air as sweat slicks his hair. I wriggle against the belt around my wrists, desperate to drag my nails down his back and feel every muscle move against mine. Yunho notices my impatience and lets out a ragged moan, shifting off of me just long enough to turn me over so that my wrists were now twisted in their binds. I gasp for breath and will myself to keep my climax at bay as he spreads my legs open for him again. Thrusting back into me, his pace grows erratic and heavy as he glides a hand down my back, a fistful of hair forcing me to crane my neck back.

“You take my cock so well, princess,” he manages to get out between groans, and I can feel him twitching at the sight as he buries himself deeper into me. “Every last bit of me.”

I let out a whimper at the thought of what a passer-by might have seen, the way Yunho had me bound to the desk and on display for him as he continued to fuck me senseless. He mutters sweet nothings between his strokes, reminding me that he had me bare before him exactly as I’d asked—like a common whore. The force of his thrusts causes me to fall onto my elbows, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging open as his twitching grew more noticeable.

The heat in my stomach becomes unbearable as I gasp for air, my hearing growing muffled and vision blurred as my climax finally approached its brink. Yunho picks up on this, thrusting even more forcefully into me as I cry out his name in a long, languid moan. He slows to a stop, pulling out of me and urging me to flip back over as I face him for the final time.

The sight of him towering over me satiates an endless craving, the way his deep brown eyes were filled with a raging lust as he positioned himself back at my entrance. His hair stuck to his forehead and his clothes were disheveled, soaked with sweat and clinging to his skin. He looked absolutely delectable.

He reaches for his length again, pumping as fast as he possibly could with a hand still clinging to the desk for support. I watch as he edges himself to the brink of orgasm, struggling to catch my own breath as he squeezes his eyes shut with a pathetic moan. With one final stroke, he releases himself onto me, the spoils of his efforts covering my abdomen in thick, white streaks.

We both stay like that for a moment, fighting to gasp down air and return to baseline. When we do, Yunho looks at me with a sudden realization, reaching to unfasten my binds and loop his belt back into its loops. I sit up with a sore grunt, Yunho brushing the hair out of my eyes with a gentle stroke of his thumb. He offers a strange smile, one that I mirror as we both understand what just happened.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess,” he finally says, earning a raised eyebrow from me—as if he weren’t filling up every inch of me just moments prior. “Would hate for the prince to find out that you’ll be thinking of me every time he fucks you from now on.”

With a lewd smile, he reaches for my gown.

[ifyouknowyunho]

Embarrassed Woo Young feat my embarrassing laugh.