emmyphelps

[emmyphelps]

licking your fingers like you're done. | jyh

pairing ୨୧ cowboy yunho x reader

word count ୨୧ 684

genre ୨୧ smut !! cowboy au, established relationship (maybe a little toxic but .. that's what makes it fun 😋)

warnings ୨୧ sexual content, swearing, kind of dubcon? but they get into it <3 smut warnings below the cut

author's note ୨୧ My laptop may be broken... I Will Find A Way. shoutout to joel miller being my inspo behind this i loveeee a good older southern cowboy

18+ only mdni!!!!

smut warnings ୨୧ no penetrative sex sawrry, dom!yunho x brat! reader, he's a little mean but in a sexy way, dirty talk, spanking, dry humping (briefly), fondling, a Single use of daddy (i really had no choice!!!!), not even really fingering but i'll tag it just in case

Yunho smoothes a hand up your back to press your chest to the passenger seat and it takes everything in you not to shiver.

"That’s it, baby," he mumbles when you arch. If you had any shame left you might feel embarrassed about the fact that your ass is almost hanging out the truck door, but now it only serves to turn you on more. Bent over the center console, you hum and wiggle.

"Gonna fuck me or just stare?" you ask. It’s on theme for today, and Yunho knows it too; so he just shrugs when you look back at him.

"I'll do what I want with ya," he responds, short and simple, the drawl of his accent sinking into your bones.

You’d be so angry if you weren't already dripping for him. Admittedly, it wasn't very smart of you to walk out during your argument earlier, but you weren't trying to be smart. Before you could even get to the gate at the end of the road, Yunho's headlights were lighting you up, yelling out the window at you to get in the damn truck.

(You told him to make you. He did.)

"Don’t think you deserve my dick, honey," he says after a moment, hands splaying across your ass as he takes a good, long look at you. "Been a brat today. Think maybe y'should ask me nicely."

You scoff, suppressing the wave of heat that covers your body. "I think you should go to hell."

Yunho doesn't bat an eye. "Mm, that's what i'm talkin' 'bout, baby," he murmurs, almost sympathetically. Before you can even register the loss of contact, he spanks you with enough force to shove you further into the center console. You gasp and yelp and he rubs your ass soothingly, a meaningless apology. "That's alright, I can teach you some manners. How many of these you think you can take 'fore you're beggin' the way I asked?"

You don't get a chance to answer -- whether it be genuine or another bratty comeback -- before Yunho slaps your other cheek. This time you can't help the way your gasp tapers off into a moan, and he notices. Smug the way he always is when he gets you where he wants to, he leans over your back, lips meeting the shell of your ear. "Don’t tell me you're done already, sweetheart. I was just gettin' started."

You sigh, feel yourself leak, press back against Yunho's belt buckle to feel the warm bulge beneath it. "N-never," you grit back.

The beauty is that both of you know how this ends. You aren't leaving this truck until you're painted by the lasting impressions of him, pretty bruises and tender skin. And the pleasure is finding out just how he'll make a mess of you.

He lands four more consecutive spanks, each one making it harder to hold back your noises. You let out a whimper when he drags the tips of his fingers along your skin, a feather-light touch reducing you to shivers.

Despite the soreness, you arch back into him. One of his hands comes around you to hold at your bare stomach, pulling you even closer to him. He's just as much bite as he is bark, but you know he can never deny you for too long. "Fuck, baby," he breathes out, resting his forehead on the back of your shoulder as he flexes his hips forward just enough for you to get a shred of friction. It makes you moan and he hisses. "Soakin’ me over here. You want it that bad?"

"Yes," you say. It feels like it's coming from your chest. "Want it so bad, daddy, please. I'll be good. Promise."

Yunho hums, separates himself from your back and drags his hands along his body until he finally, finally touches you, pressing his fingers through your slit. His pointer finger bumps your clit and you whine, pressing your face into the seat.

"Coulda just said that to begin with," he says, then you hear the clink of his belt. "'S alright. I'll take good care of you, honey."

[emmyphelps]

please make a part 2 of thirsty

➯a/n: i swear my blog isn't becoming a piss kink blog haha... unless ? kkkkk i'm kidding but dayum it has a choke hold on me lately ! sorry if you aren't into it but like it's scratching an itch in my brain especially with yunho and yeosang 😩 and wowowowowww this is going in the "all time favorite" file cause why did i make yunho so needy and dominant and gawd i need to sleep —

Thirsty

Part Two

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

read part one here !

✈︎queued for: thu 22nd

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: you know where this is going if you've read p1: drinking pee, blowjob+deep throating, soft head pushing and guiding, cum drinking, reader deeeep in subspace, leg locking, heavy heavy heavyyyy praise, nasty soft dom yunho, pet names (sweetie, love, beautiful, good girl), needy yunho (🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️), this is honestly so soft for something so nasty lol

♡masterlist !♡

18+.MINORS DO NOT TOUCH.

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"Easy, beautiful," Yunho steadies you as you push yourself up on wobbly arms, your body still heavy with the weight of your intense orgasms.

"M'fine," you slur with a pout while he lifts you up, wrapping his arms under your shoulders. "Let me suck you," your begging eyes make him chuckle — you don't have to beg at all.

He gently sets you on your knees, sliding his hands around to your chest while kissing down your jaw. "Yeah?"

"Yeah- yes. Yes, please," you jolt as his hand slips down and cups your still buzzing cunt, tears springing up in your eyes from the pinch of pain. He traces two fingers up your slit slowly, stopping just shy of your abused clit. "Please, I'm so thirsty for you- ah!"

You fall back with him as he lays back suddenly, catching yourself on his naked chest. With dazed eyes, you watch as he licks his fingers clean before placing his hand on the crown of your head. He doesn't even need to push you hard at all, you're already crawling between his legs.

"You catch yourself breath yet, s- oh~" His head falls back on the bed as you quickly wrap your lips around his neglected member, gathering up the copious amounts of pre-cum on his tip with kitten licks.

He hadn't touched himself the entire time he was absolutely wrecking you with his fingers and the toy. He may have subconsciously grinded on the bed, but otherwise he was entirely focused on you. Now he's nearly falling apart as the warmth of your mouth sinks down on him.

"Fuck," he groans while gripping your head with both his hands, his nails scraping lightly, "h-hold on, love, not so fast."

He guides you back up on his cock, leaving only his tip in your mouth. You look up at him, blinking as if to ask why. He almost combusts then and there as he looks down at your fucked out eyes staring up at him. With a curse under his breath, another dribble of pre-cum lands on your tongue.

"Drink it all, good girl," he manages to hold off long enough to hum, his cock aching desperately as the image of you drinking his piss floods his brain.

When you moan a 'mhm' around his teased head, the flood gate breaks and the faint taste of Yunho fills your mouth. You almost pull away when it gets hard to breathe with your repeated gulps, but he keeps you there with his intense, lustful gaze and his soft rubbing of your head. He must have been holding it for a while, because it takes a few good moments for the steady steam to stop.

When it does, he has a blissed out grin on his face like he just came — and really he might as well have. Nothing gives him a rush quite like giving something so undeniably him over for you to keep inside of yourself; even if only for a while.

"You're made for me, aren't you?" He chuckles breathlessly, stroking your cheekbone with his knuckle.

"Mhmm," you hum affirmatively around him, making him moan as the vibrations go straight to his length.

"Yeah, you are, beautiful~" He smiles sweetly while pushing your head down further, slowly sheathing himself in your mouth, "you take everything I give you so well. You like how I take care of you?"

Another hum comes muffled around his girth as he fills your mouth to the limit — and he's still pushing deeper.

"Put your hands on my hips," he instructs you with a soft tone as he catches your hands fidgeting at your sides, "relax, sweetie. Relax your throat. You can take it, you have before, right? You worked so hard to be able to take me all the way, you should be proud~"

Your eyes roll back into your head at his praise, eyelids fluttering shut as you place your hands on his hips and ground yourself.

"There you go," he bites his lip as he breeches your throat, his own rumbling with sounds of pleasure. He so badly wants to slide all the way inside and fuck your throat until he cums — his eyebrows are pressing together with the effort it takes to hold himself back.

You're so soft and delicate after the mind-shattering orgasms, he can't be too rough or you'll break in ways that neither of you want.

The sound of your throat squelching with his first slow thrust makes his ears burn bright red. His heart is beating out of his chest as he feels you slump on the bed between his legs, putting yourself completely at his mercy as you lay between them; only keeping yourself up enough to be maneuvered up and down on his cock.

"Oh, f-fuck me," he groans as you swallow around him, "can you take it a bit faster, love? Once for yes."

He nearly melts with relief when you tap his hip one singular time, and he's immediately guiding you up and down at a quicker pace. Still slow, still gentle enough for you to breathe.

It still feels like you're choking, though. But you never have any panic or even discomfort — just pride in the fact that you can take your boyfriend's massive girth down your throat and make him moan like he is.

"Damn it-" He hisses, catching a glimpse of you blinking your eyes opening before his back arches off the mattress. Usually he never breaks eye contact — but he needs to cum so fucking badly. He can barely control his body, barely keep guiding you at a gentle pace.

And you're content with sucking and slurping, trying to swallow the mess of saliva that's gathered. Tracing the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue to give yourself something to focus on — to stop yourself from floating away because of his deep, needy moans for you.

"Your throat's milking me, love~" He laughs breathlessly as you gurgle around him in response. His brain is so soaked with dopamine that his body is tingling, begging for his release. "You want to drink my cum too, huh?"

He feels one soft tap on his hip, and he doesn't waste another second pulling your head all the way down on his girth; shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat. His legs wrap around your shoulders, catching you off guard making you grab at his sides as your sensitive cunt twitches at his show of how good you're making him feel. So good that he doesn't want you to leave.

Curses and moans and praises spill from his lips nonstop as he fully arches off the bed, all his weight on his shoulders and his hands keeping you steady as you gag around the flood of cum in your throat. "S-swallow it." He forces out quickly, his voice trembling in the waves of pleasure. "Swallow me, good girl~"

He lets his eyes close blissfully, slumping back to the bed — the way your throat contracts around him prolonging his orgasm and making his legs twitch as they hold you close. "So perfect," he moans through his heavy breaths as you finally milk him dry.

"Ah, fuck~" He pushes back his damp bangs, lets his legs fall back on either side of you, his other hand still perched on top of your head. He looks down at you, eyes just as fuzzy as your own as you slowly come up with his guidance. "You did so-"

He's cut off when you all but jump on top of him, cupping his face as you kiss him deeply. His chuckle is muffled on your swollen lips before he starts kissing you back, wrapping his arms around you softly while shoving his tongue inside of your mouth; getting a taste of himself.

He lets you kiss him until you pull away on your own, completely breathless from the combination of orgasms, deep throating, and passionate kissing.

You fall over on his chest, cuddling into his warmth.

"Now I'm actually thirsty."

His laugh echos on the walls.

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[emmyphelps]

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.

[emmyphelps]

This is how he looks at you when he’s pounding into you. His cock slamming deep inside. Thrusting his hips hard and gripping your sides aggressively. He loves to hear the noises you’re making and the faces you’re making. His own breath staggered and labored from the sheer force he’s giving you.

“Come on Y/N? Can’t take a little cock?”

“So pathetic, look at how you’re crying for me.”

“You like that tiny? Fuck yeah you’re so good for me.”

“Gonna cum deep inside and fill you up.”

“Take it like a good girl.”

[emmyphelps]

The spiritual successor to my red dress painting from awhile back. They always find me again.

[emmyphelps]

GAMEBOY ═ chapter eight

[ J. Yunho ]

chapter eight: take it

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summary: yunho has no idea that his neighbor across the hall, the same one he’s had a crush on, was his arch nemesis behind a headset

warning: dom yunho, bratty/sub reader, slight orgothumophilia, masturbation, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, degradation, overstimulation, oral, sexting

pairing: gamer yunho x gamer afab reader

genre: smut, romance, drama

word count: 2.7k

chapter seven

chapter nine coming soon

masterlist

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The countdown hits zero.

Jongho’s voice filters in first. “Okay, I swear, if anyone friendly fires me again I’m rage quitting.”

San laughs. “Relax, man. Just don’t run in front of my sniper shot again.”

Yunho leans back in his chair, a lazy grin playing on his lips. “Play nice, boys. We’ve got an audience.”

Gunho makes a dramatic gagging sound from the beanbag chair in the background, his arm slung over his face like he’s watching a soap opera.

“Gunho says hi,” Yunho mutters, not bothering to look back as he adjusts his headset.

Gunho leans into view, grinning at the camera with his usual golden retriever charm. “Sup losers. I’m here to witness history.”

Yunho raises a brow at his younger brother. “What history?”

Gunho grins wider. “Oh, nothing. Just watching my hyung spiral live on stream.”

San makes a strangled sound.

Then Juniper joins. Her camera flickers on. Familiar LED purple lighting in the background. The top half of her face still cut from view.

That voice. Smooth. Teasing. Dangerous.

“Sorry I’m late,” she purrs. “Had to touch up my lipstick. Can’t have you boys distracted by smudges.”

Yunho’s fingers twitch on the keyboard and his voice drops. “I’m already distracted.”

Gunho makes a dramatic gasping noise in the background. “Hyung, be serious, there are children watching!”

San visibly flinches. “Gunho, go do your homework or something, why are you still there?”

“I’m here for the lore, leave me alone.”

Jongho furrowed his brows. “Okay, can someone please explain what the hell is going on? What is this energy right now?”

Yunho switches weapons, ignoring Jongho. “So Juniper,” he says casually, “you ever think about doing a face reveal?”

The voice that responds is steady, but there’s a crack in it. “Every time you ask, I move it further down my to do list.”

Yunho smirks. “That’s fine. I like a good mystery.”

Gunho mutters loud enough to be picked up on mic, “Bro you literally know who she is.” Not that Gunho knows that Juniper is actually Y/N.

Yunho whips his head around, eyebrows raised, voice sharp with that edge only older brothers can sharpen.

“Gunho thinks he knows.” He turns back to his mic, voice smooth again, too calm. “But we all know confidence doesn’t equal accuracy, especially in this gene pool.”

Gunho gapes. “Hey! That’s slander!”

San chokes on air.

Jongho narrows his eyes. “Wait. WHAT do you think you know?”

Juniper’s stream audio glitches for a second, like she muted herself just long enough to scream into the void.

Gunho tries to backpedal with all the subtlety of a car crash. “I mean… I was just reading chat! You know how people are. Theories and conspiracies. I didn’t say I believe it. I’m just… crowdsourcing vibes.” He was a terrible liar, but he really didn’t know if Yunho truly did know who she really was.

Yunho presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, that familiar smugness sliding back into his voice. “Gunho’s had too much sugar and YouTube again.”

Juniper unmutes, her voice laced with sweet venom. “Don’t worry. Gunho’s still young. His brain hasn’t fully developed yet.”

Gunho gasps, scandalized. “Wow. Vicious. No wonder hyung’s obsessed.”

Yunho’s gaze flicks toward the camera, the barest twitch of a smile tugging at his mouth. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

Juniper’s voice drops half an octave, sultry and unbothered. “So do you.”

Gunho curls into the beanbag like it’s a bunker. “Am I supposed to be hearing this? I feel like I just walked in on a very NSFW cutscene.”

San, off mic, can be heard swearing softly.

Jongho rolling his eyes. “I’m just trying to heal and revive people, man. I didn’t sign up for the tension Olympics.”

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The stream ended and Y/N ripped off her headset and collapsed back in her chair, skin hot, lips parted, eyes still flickering from adrenaline. From the game? No. From him.

Yunho.

From the way he’d said her fake name on stream like it was a secret he already owned. From the way he flirted with her in front of everyone, smooth and slow, like he had all night to ruin her.

Her phone buzzes.

Yunho: you were on fire tonight

i like when you get aggressive

makes me wonder how you’d handle being pinned down in real life

Her pulse spikes. But instead of spiraling, she smirks.

Fine.

If he wants to play, she’ll play.

Juniper: maybe you should let me show you what else i’m good at

Yunho: dangerous offer. you gonna sit on my lap and boss me around or let me bend you over and remind you who started all this?

Y/N bites her bottom lip, thighs pressing together.

Juniper: depends. you think you can handle me?

Yunho: i’ve been handling the thought of you for weeks. pretty sure i can manage the real thing though you do sound like the type who likes to be put in her place

She grins. Wicked.

Juniper: only if you’re man enough to take it first

It’s a power struggle now.

Sexual tension with teeth.

And it’s eating her alive.

Because while Juniper might be cocky, composed, collected, Y/N is unraveling. Inside, she’s a mess of ache and want and guilt. But she won’t stop. Not when he’s feeding her fantasies in real time. Not when he’s so close to connecting the dots.

And if he does?

She wants him to suffer first.

She types again.

Juniper: what would you do if i showed up right now? if i knocked on your door?

Yunho takes a beat.

Then responds.

Yunho: i’d answer it shirtless just to see your eyes go wide then i’d pull you inside, push you against the wall, and see how long you could keep that smirk on your face. i’d ruin your voice for the next stream

She shivers. Then leans forward, licking her lips as she types.

Juniper: maybe i’ll let you try

Yunho: tell me when

Her fingers hover, heart pounding. Her smirk fades only slightly, just for a second, as she reads back over the messages.

He still doesn’t know it’s her.

Still doesn’t realize the girl he wants to fuck is the same one who brings him coffee and blushes when he compliments her. The same girl he’s already had.

But Juniper doesn’t hesitate.

Juniper: soon. hope you can wait.

Yunho: i’m not sure i can.

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Yunho’s phone is still glowing in his palm.

Juniper’s last message reads, soon. hope you can wait

And he knows her. He knows her so well that when the knock hits his door less than ten minutes later, he’s already standing.

He opens it.

She’s there.

Oversized shirt. No pants. No makeup. No words.

Just eyes that say, touch me or I’ll fall apart.

He doesn’t get a single syllable out, because the second the door clicks shut behind her, she’s on him.

Her hands fist in his shirt. Her mouth crashes into his. It’s clumsy and messy and too much, not enough, all at once.

She kisses him like it’s punishment.

Like she hates him for what he does to her.

And Yunho?

Yunho moans into it.

Because she’s kissing him the same way Juniper types, sharp, demanding, shameless.

Her hands roam, his chest, his neck, threading into his hair, yanking just hard enough to make him gasp.

“Y/N….” he starts, voice a wrecked hush as he glances towards Wooyoung’s room where his roommate is at work but his younger brother is staying in for now.

But she cuts him off with another kiss. Hotter this time. Wetter. She’s grinding against him and she doesn’t even realize it until he grips her hips, pressing her down onto the bulge already straining in his sweats.

“Fuck…” she gasps. Still not a full sentence. Still not a moment to breathe.

He lifts her like she weighs nothing. Carries her straight to the couch. She doesn’t stop kissing him for even a second. Her thighs wrap around his waist. Her fingers push under his shirt. Her shirt slides halfway off one shoulder.

And Yunho?

He’s losing it.

“You should really be careful,” he murmurs, voice low, dark. “Showing up like this. Looking like that.”

Her lips are on his throat now. He feels her tongue. “You gonna pretend you don’t want this too?” she whispers.

He smiles.

“Pretending? Never.”

What he is pretending? That he doesn’t know she’s the same girl who made him hard with nothing but her voice two hours ago.

That he isn’t already so deep into her, he’s drowning.

She rocks against him, head thrown back, shirt finally pulled off and tossed to the floor.

And Yunho watches her. Watches her moan into his mouth. Watches her chase pleasure like it’s her only religion.

And Yunho knows, he knows what she likes now. He’s not going in blind like the first time.

He’s not stopping.

Not teasing.

Not pulling away.

Not until she’s begging.

And maybe not even then.

Her lips crash into his again, hot, hungry, open mouthed kisses that taste like tension and something that’s been waiting too long to snap.

His hands move up her waist, under her sports bra she’s wearing, fingertips dragging across bare skin, nails grazing.

“That night,” he breathes, voice hoarse and rough, “that drunken night… it wasn’t enough.”

She groans softly at the memory, hips rolling over the hard line of his dick through his sweats, grinding down until he curses, his hands tightening on her waist.

“You want more?” she whispers against his mouth.

“I’ve needed more,” he growls.

She smirks. It’s not her normal smile. It’s something bolder. Sharper. Juniper’s smirk.

And maybe she doesn’t realize it, but Yunho does. Oh, he feels it. The shift in her.

And he lets it happen.

She reaches down, yanks his sweats and briefs down in one rough motion, his dick springing free, hard and flushed, leaking for her.

She slides her panties to the side and sinks onto him, inch by inch, until she’s seated fully, her walls clenching around him like they’ve been waiting for this exact moment.

“Fuck…. Y/N,” he groans, head tipping back, neck strained. She rolls her hips, slow and steady, grinding down until he’s twitching inside her. Then she leans in, lips brushing his ear. “You gonna let me take control?”

It’s a dare.

One he’s already lost the second she started talking like that.

She starts to move, slow at first, then faster. Riding him with rhythm and heat, her palms pressed against his chest, nails digging in. Then one hand slides higher, over his chest, his neck, settling around his throat.

Not tight. Just enough.

Yunho’s breath catches, eyes locked on hers.

He doesn’t stop her.

Doesn’t move.

Just watches.

Lets her ruin him.

“You think about me like this?” she whispers, voice heavy, low, taunting. “When you’re alone?”

He nods, wrecked. Too far gone to pretend he’s in control anymore. “Every night,” he moans.

Her hand tightens slightly. She rides him harder, hips snapping down with more force, sweat glistening between her breasts as she leans forward, whispering filth between gasps. “You love it when I take it,” she moans. “When I use you to get myself off.”

“Fuck, I do… Y/N, I…”

“Shut up,” she purrs, eyes glinting as she starts to bounce on him harder, faster. “Just let me feel you.”

His grip fists the couch cushions, every muscle in his body tensing beneath her as he gets closer, head tipping back again as his breath leaves him in ragged curses.

“You’re so fucking good,” he pants. “You feel so…. tight, fuck”

“You gonna come for me?” she gasps, rocking against him with wild, wet rhythm. “Come with me, Yunho.”

His eyes lock on hers again, barely hanging on. “You’ll be the death of me,” he growls.

And then he snaps.

He bucks up into her, wild and hard, chasing his orgasm as she comes apart on top of him, moaning his name, her body shaking as she clenches around him, dragging him down with her.

He spills inside her with a broken groan, his hands gripping her hips, holding her there through it, letting her ride out every wave until she collapses against his chest, breathless and glowing.

Silence.

Just the sound of their breathing, the soft patter of her heartbeat against his.

He runs a hand through her damp hair, brushing it away from her face, smirking just a little. “You always fuck like that when you’re worked up?”

She pants against his neck. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she mutters.

“Too late,” he chuckles. But inside? He’s grinning. Because she has no idea he knows. Not yet. And if she keeps riding him like that? He’s gonna let her keep the secret a little longer. Just to see how deep it goes.

Yunho’s still buried deep inside her, her breath catching as she melts over him, sweat slick on her skin and her thighs trembling where they straddle his hips.

But she doesn’t get long.

Because he shifts under her, grabs the back of her neck, and flips her effortlessly, pressing her into the couch cushions for all of two seconds before he’s standing with her in his arms, walking.

“Wha… Yunho!” she gasps.

“You think you get to climb on top of me, ride my dick like that, and be done?” he growls, voice rough, dominant, dark.

She doesn’t answer. She can’t.

He kicks open his bedroom door, tosses her down onto the mattress just as his brother peaks out of Wooyoung’s room to see his door slam shut.

Her back hits the sheets and she barely has time to gasp before he’s yanking her closer by her hips, pulling her legs apart, dragging her panties down her thighs with a look in his eyes like he’s about to devour her.

He grabs her by the waist and flips her effortlessly, pressing her face down into the mattress, her ass high, exposed, already slick and dripping for him.

“Since when,” he mutters, nudging her thighs wider with his knees, lining his dick up with her soaked entrance, “did you like getting fucked like this?”

Y/N moans, eyes fluttering shut as her fingers clutch the sheets. He pushes in. All of him. In one stroke.

And stays there, fully sheathed, buried to the hilt, one hand gripping her hip and the other tangled in her hair, holding her face to the mattress.

He pulls all the way out and slams back into her, hard enough to make the headboard crash into the wall, her moans muffled by the mattress.

“You know what you’ve done to me, Y/N?” he snarls, each thrust punishing, deep, devastating. “Can’t even fucking look at you without thinking about this. Without wondering how you’d sound if I did this…”

He grinds into her hard, thick and slow, hitting so deep she gasps. “If I fucked you face down, hand wrapped around your throat, legs spread, just like this.”

She cries out into the sheets, fingers curling tight into the fabric. He grips her hair harder, pulls her up so her back is arched and her mouth falls open. “You wanna be good for me now?” he growls against her ear, voice hot and heavy.

She nods, frantic.

“Then take it.”

He pins her wrists behind her back with one hand, the other gripping her hip as he pounds into her, his pace brutal and relentless, her body rocked forward with every thrust.

“You like being used like this, don’t you?” he snarls. “Getting fucked dumb. Look at you now. Just a mess. My fucking mess.”

Y/N is gone. Wrecked. Her body trembling, legs shaking, moans slipping out without thought or filter as she gets closer, closer, until her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave, her entire body locking up around him, shaking, twitching, her walls clenching so tight it drags him over the edge with her.

Yunho groans, low and broken, driving deep one last time as he fills her, hips jerking, hand fisting tighter in her hair.

And the secret of her being Juniper still buried between them.

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[emmyphelps]

too big | j.yh 정윤호

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

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

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

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

[emmyphelps]

can you share a snippet of joker!Yunho?🥺 i feel like i'm going to be obsessed, i know you absolutely ate with this i'm so excited

➯a/n: whooooop im happy people are excited kkkkk this story was just one of those ones that struck me out of nowhere and wouldn't go away until i wrote it

Lowlife Princess

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❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

"They became the King and Queen of Gotham City — and God help anyone who disrespected the Queen."

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut with plot, gotham au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: see masterlist for general fic warnings: sex worker reader / obsessed joker yunho, touch starved reader / touchy yunho, crying from physical affection + fear, dacryphilia, daddy kink

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✈︎eta: june 1st

18+.MINORS TAKE A HIKE.

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There's no rhyme or reason, he's just doing what he feels like will please him; like he always does. And he knows it will please him deeply to hold you.

You look like a frightened deer: your chest rising and falling quickly, your body stiff as you lay next to him, your eyes either blinking too slow or too fast.

"Are you scared of me?" He knows the answer is undoubtedly yes. But he wants to see how you'll react. What you'll say.

"Yes."

The corner of his lips twitches upward. Most people would say no to try and please him, especially in such an intimate setting.

"Why? I haven't harmed you, have I?" He hums as he reaches and toys with a piece of your hair.

"Not yet."

He laughs, shaking the mattress a bit, "oh, doll~ You're so cute..." He sighs, his hands twitching for a split second before he finally caves and wraps his arms around you; yanking you towards him and closing the gap.

You panic briefly, sure that he's finally going to take what he paid for. But he doesn't make a move. He wraps his arms around you shockingly tender, one around your waist and the other around your shoulders; reaching up and petting the back of your head.

You start letting the tears that have been threatening your waterline fall. Well — you don't let them. They come whether you want them to or not.

"Put your arms around me."

You slowly move to do so, your tears dampening his button down shirt as he cradles your head to his chest. You hold onto his back lightly; and you hate that it feels so nice to be held. Not to be held down or stuck, but to be embraced.

The Joker has thrown you for loop after loop. Never, never, would you have thought this is how the night would go. You expected to be bruised and sore by now, but instead here you are being held like a precious, overpriced stuffed animal.

You start sobbing, and your choked noises come out even as you bite your lip.

"Shhhh," he coos, a large grin on his face as he rubs your shaking back, "doesn't this feel nice?"

You nod into his chest, your fingers twitching to hold onto him as he gently pulls your head back.

He smiles softer as you meet his eyes. He cups your cheek in his palm, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb and smearing your tears. "You're so pretty..." He bites his tongue as he wants to continue. He just broke down a layer of your walls, he has to be careful.

"It's been a long time since someone just held you, huh?" He pouts, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter.

You nod again, not trusting your own voice. Not even knowing what you would say. The Clown Prince of Chaos has you so confused.

"I thought as much... don't you worry, pretty girl," he gently guides your face back into his chest, hiding his gleeful expression as he can no longer hold it back. His brain is pushing him, nagging for him to get just one more thing before he's fully satisfied with his first night with you.

"I'll hold you until the sun rises —you just have to do one thing for me."

You nod quickly, probably too quickly, but you don't care. If he'll keep true to his promise and hold you like this — you'll take it. You don't care that he is who he is as the heat of his body warms your soul.

"Just say, 'please, Daddy'... and I will give you anything you want."

You pause for only a moment, swallowing the remainder of your tears. "Please, Daddy." You whisper into his shirt, "please, just hold me."

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[emmyphelps]

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.

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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 ;)

—

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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[emmyphelps]

includes: age gap (late 40s, early 20s), fem!reader, daddy kink, breeding and pregnancy kink

sometimes people will give you side eyes when they see you with your much older boyfriend yunho.

“he looks old enough to be her dad” “he has to be paying her well” “why doesn’t she date someone her own age”

you’ve heard it all from eavesdropping on the conversations of the people around you. but you could never really say that it ever bothered you.

you weren’t so self absorbed to think that they were just speaking from a place of jealousy. but you knew if they knew how well yunho treated you, they’d have abundant reasons to be envious.

from how he let you lounge around his massive house while he was at work. to the endless amounts of gifts you received from him. you were so blessed.

and it was only an added bonus that he was a fucking animal in bed. you’d worried initially that you age gap would be obvious in the area of your libidos. but you had been immediately proven wrong.

he was everything you every dreamed for in a partner. he was rough. he was commanding. and above all? he was experienced.

—🤍—

“hm?” yunho mused from above, his cock buried deep inside you. “what was that, baby?”

you whined and placed a hand on your stomach, “‘m so full, daddy…”

he chuckled and pulled his dick out of you—letting the three full loads of his cum that he’d already pumped inside of you drip out of you. he bit his lip as he watched intently as his cum leaked out of your pulsing pussy and down over you cute little asshole that he had yet to play with tonight.

he looked back up at your face when he heard a whimper. “oh you greedy little girl. you want another one? you want daddy to put another load in this tight little pussy?” he slapped the head of his cock against your clit, “fuck. i’m gonna get you pregnant one of these days, baby.”

you moaned desperately as he slooooowly slipped back inside of you.

“would you like that, honey?” he pressed down on your belly, “wanna give daddy some babies? you’d be so fucking cute pregnant. god,” he groaned as he imagined it. your belly and breast swollen, relying on him to take care of you all the time. god he needed that.

“yes!” you almost screamed as he fucked into your overstimulated pussy again. “please put a baby in me daddy,” you whimpered reaching out to wrapped you arms around his neck, “oh my gosh there’s so much cum….”

“aww don’t worry baby. i’ll eat it out of you when we’re done. don’t want any of it to go to waste.”

[emmyphelps]

you laugh? he fucks you stupid

pairing: jealous!yunho & f!reader

summary: in which your boyfriend fucks you stupid cause he got jealous (pure porn, no plot actually)

genre: smut

tws: raw sex (yikes), slaps, jealous dom yunho (it was obvious, but whatever), a bit of choking, dracryphilia (not really), he's mad, and he treats you like a whore! (yay)

authors note: first time posting here lol, english is NOT my first language, sooo, sorry if you notice any mistakes... enjoy! ig, i also accept requests and stuff... MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thank you :3

you were a mess... to say the least.

your makeup was completely smeared, your face was buried in the mattress, and you couldn't even move your hands, since one of yunho's hands was holding your wrists, holding them right over your lower back as he kept thrusting inside you, roughly. while his free hand was wrapped around your neck, his thumb was right on your pulse, feeling it quicken with each thrust, and he absolutely loves it.

“p-please...” you managed to moan as you tried to lift your head, but the only thing you could do is look at him over your shoulder.

“please what? if you don't speak clearly, I won't understand you.” yunho spoke, his tone was harsh, and he didn't stop at any moment.

and why was he fucking you like a whore? simple.

because he heard you laughing and smiling on the phone, and the voice he heard on the other end was a man's.

a man? making you laugh? and it wasn't him? he wasn't going to let it go that easily.

“you don't laugh so much now, huh?” yunho murmured as the hand that was around your neck grabbed your chin roughly, slapping you, making you squirm, and consequently, squeezing his cock unconsciously; and he couldn't help but let out a groan at the sensation, then wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up with him, your back pressing against his chest as he fucked you even harder. “you're mine, and you'd better remember that next time.” he murmured against your ear before his lips brushed against your shoulder, where he left a mark, and he noticed that it was starting to fade away, so he sucked your skin again, as if it were a reminder of who you belong to.

“yunho... 'm gonna cum...” you whimpered, and that only made his grip on your waist tighten. one of yunho's hands went down until it reached your forgotten and slightly swollen clit, which he took between his index finger and thumb, giving it a small, gently squeeze.

“who told you that you were allowed to cum?” he asked, frowning as his fingers began to play with your clit, rubbing his fingertips against it. “you're making a mess, and you still want me to reward you by letting you cum?” yunho continued as he let out a scoff, before placing the fingers that were playing with your clit inside your mouth, and you quickly wiped them clear with your tongue. “now that's a good girl, you're finally good for something.” he 'praised.' but his thrusts didn't stop, of course not, instead, he just fucked you harder, and you could feel his tip kissing your cervix, causing small tears to run down your cheeks.

“oh, look at that. crying already?” yunho teased you, as he took your chin firmly, forcing you to look into his eyes. “if you're gonna cum, at least look at me while you do it... who do you belong to? huh?”

“to you... i'm yours, yunho.” you spoke weakly, your eyes never left his, just as he asked you to. you saw a smile appear on his lips, and then you felt those lips against yours, while his thrusts became faster, rougher. his grip on your waist and chin was going to leave marks, but honestly, you didn't care at all... at least for now.

[emmyphelps]

-ˏˋ⋆ masterlist ⋆ˊˎ-

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「 ✦ thieves guild • yunho/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4

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「 ✦ selfish waltz • yungi/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4 • chp 5 • chp 6 • chp 7 • chp 8 • chp 9

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「 ✦ back of the net • yungi/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4

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「 ✦ camgirl • mingi/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4 • chp 5 • chp 6 • chp 7 • chp 8 • chp 9 • chp 10 • chp 11 • chp 12 • chp 13

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「 ✦ bed chem • yungi/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3

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「 ✦ man on fire • yunho/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4 • chp 5 • chp 6 • chp 7 • chp 8 • chp 9

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「 ✦ gameboy • yunho/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4 • chp 5 • chp 6 • chp 7 • chp 8

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「 ✦ heaven and back • mingi/reader ✦ 」

chp 1 • chp 2 • chp 3 • chp 4 • chp 5

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「 ✦ rage mode • yunho/reader ✦ 」

one shot • pt 2

「 ✦ heat wave • yunho/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ ruin me • mingi/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ I 🖤 nerds • yunho/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ birthday boy • yunho/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ congratulations • yeosang/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ spoiled rotten • yunho/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ i eat on that couch • yungi/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ all of you • mingi/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ polaroid • yunhwa/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ encore • wooyoung/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ friends with benefits • yunhwa/reader ✦ 」

one shot

「 ✦ come on, sannie • woosan/reader ✦ 」

one shot

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[emmyphelps]

Save a Horse, Ride a Bob

Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: Taking someone to your hometown is a huge milestone for you, and seemingly Bob fits perfectly with everyone and everything, except for the fact the he managed to unknowingly place upon the “hat rule” on you. But hey? At least it works out in his favour.

A/N: This 100% was based on when John said “ride Bob into the sky”

WC: 2.7K

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Bringing someone home had always felt… foreign.

Not because you weren’t proud of where you came from, quite the opposite. It was stitched into your bones, the red dirt roads, the smell of warm rain on fence posts, the summer nights heavy with fireflies and the distant lowing of cattle. But this town, with its long memory and watchful eyes, didn’t forget things easily. And it didn’t take kindly to people who didn’t understand its rhythm.

You’d never wanted to share it with anyone. Not really.

Until Bob.

It started small, the way he’d lean in to listen when you talked about riding horses at dawn, or how his lips quirked when you mentioned growing up in a place where the diner served pie before noon and the deputy coached Little League. He never interrupted, never made fun of it. Just listened like he was storing every word somewhere private.

And maybe that’s when you knew.

That if anyone was going to see where you came from, the soft underbelly of your story, the place where your heart had first learned how to beat… It should be him.

Bob Reynolds, with his soft voice and calloused hands, with his quiet smile and wide, storm wrecked heart. He was timid in the way kind people often are, like he didn’t want to take up too much space. But you knew, deep down, that this town would take one look at him and fold him into its patchwork soul like he’d always belonged.

⸻

You and Bob would drove up the winding roads in your beat-up truck, talking about your plans to show him the ranch, have dinner with your folks, maybe take him riding the next morning.

But then as the old house came into view, porch light already glowing golden against the falling sun, there were more than just your parents waiting. A half-dozen trucks were parked haphazardly near the barn, lawn chairs sprouting like dandelions around the fire pit, and you could hear laughter and screen doors slapping shut before you even killed the engine.

Bob looked at you, startled.

“…I thought it was just your family?”

You winced, a smile pulling at your mouth. “It was I guess, until I told my mama I was bringing someone home.”

He blinked. “You told her this morning.”

“Exactly.”

Bob’s brows lifted in slow, dawning realization.

⸻

When he stepped out of the truck, the warm twilight hit him first, that kind of golden dusk you only get in wide, open places. Crickets just beginning to chirp. The slow hum of cicadas. Dust kicking up around boots. The porch steps creaked under familiar weight as your mom came flying toward you, apron still dusted with flour, arms thrown wide. She hugged you like you’d been gone years instead of months.

And then she turned to Bob.

“You must be Robert.” she said, using his full name like she’d already claimed him.

He opened his mouth, but your father stepped up next, tall and sun-worn, giving Bob a long look before offering his hand. “You ride?” he asked, like it was a greeting.

“I… don’t think so?” Bob admitted sheepishly.

Your dad nodded once. “We’ll fix that.”

And just like that, it began.

Neighbors streamed in with casseroles and lemonade. Old classmates you hadn’t seen since graduation hugged you tight and gave Bob speculative, amused once-overs. Kids ran wild near the pasture fence, and someone’s dog had already claimed Bob’s shoes as a pillow. Your best friend from high school elbowed you with a grin, murmuring, “Damn, girl. You did good.”

Bob stood beside you, stiff at first. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention. Not like this. Not like someone’s person. But every time he reached for your hand, you gave it to him, steady and sure.

And slowly, he began to unfurl.

Someone offered him a cold sweet tea. Another told him he would look good in flannel. The neighbor’s teenage daughter asked him what he did, and when he gave her the world’s gentlest answer. “I’m just trying to be a good man” She sighed like she was about to write a love song about him.

You caught him later on the porch swing, ankles crossed, Henrietta the Chicken glaring at him from across the yard like she was sizing him up.

“Do I pass?” he asked you, voice low, amused.

You leaned into him, head resting on his shoulder.

“No one’s ever passed faster.”

⸻

That Friday night, you took him to The Spur, the town’s only bar-slash-dancehall, where the beer was cheap, the music was loud, and the wooden floor had seen generations of boots scuff it up with laughter and two-step.

You made sure Bob was dressed right. It took effort. He had the boots now, worn and scuffed. You made him wear jeans that actually fit. And a pearl-snap shirt in dark navy that made his shoulders look criminally good. The hat was the finishing touch, black, low-brimmed, rugged.

When he stepped out of your room, adjusting the collar and looking shy as hell, you damn near whistled.

“I feel like a theme park character.” he said.

“You look hot.” you corrected, walking a circle around him.

“Do people… wear this for real?”

“Every weekend,” you said. “Now c’mon, Reynolds. Let’s teach you how to dance.”

⸻

Inside the bar, it was all twang and laughter and the thick smell of fried food and whiskey. The band played fast and wild, and people hollered out each note. Bob stuck close to you like a lifeline, eyes wide as folks clapped him on the back, calling him “Hollywood” and “City Man” and asking how he landed you.

You taught Bob how to two-step.

Well, kind of.

“Left foot, then right. No- Bob. Other right.”

“I am using my right!”

“You’re stepping on my foot!”

“Sorry!”

You ended up just swaying with him in the middle of the dance floor, flushed from beer and embarrassment, his hands tentative as they found your waist. You tugged them tighter, grounding him, and that’s when something shifted. The tension in his shoulders loosened. His smile changed, real now.

He smelled like cedar and soap and just a trace of the cologne you told him to wear, the one with the little notes of vetiver and pepper that made your knees weak. The heat between you crackled with something unspoken, and for a few minutes, everything around you blurred into music and motion.

At some point during the night, after another dance, Bob tugged off his hat to run a hand through his damp hair. His face was shiny with sweat, his curls stuck to his forehead, and he looked dazed in that beautiful, happy way, like he still couldn’t quite believe he was here. Then, without thinking, he reached over and plopped the hat down onto your head, shaking his hair out to cool off…

It was a small, tired gesture.

But the moment it happened?

Electric.

The entire bar erupted.

Someone behind the bar bellowed, “WOOOOOO-EEE, RIDE THE COWBOY!”

“HOLY HELL!” someone else shouted. “BOBBY KNOWS THE HAT RULE!”

You stood very, very still.

More hooting. Boots stomping the floor. Someone whooped loud enough to rattle the windows.

Bob blinked, clearly lost, clearly panicking.

He looked at you, eyes wide. “I- uh- what did I just do?”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear with a smirk. “You don’t know the hat rule, do you?”

“…No.”

You reached up, adjusted the brim so it sat just right on your head, and said sweetly, “If a cowboy puts his hat on someone else’s head, it means they’re going home together.”

Bob turned scarlet. You’d never seen a man blush that fast.

“Oh.” he said, voice tight. “That’s- uh. That’s a rule?”

You shrugged, already spinning away with a teasing smile. “Town doesn’t make the rules. We just enforce them.”

Bob watched you walk toward the bar like you’d just turned his whole world upside down.

And from behind him, someone slapped his shoulder and howled, “Better saddle up, Bobby boy! That hat rule’s legally binding!”

He just stood there for a long second, still blushing, mouth parted in that stunned little way he got when you caught him completely off guard. Then you glanced back, cocked your head, and gave him a wink.

⸻

You drank, you danced, you laughed until your stomach hurt.

The old dive bar buzzed with warmth and off-key covers from the town band playing on the makeshift stage. Sticky floors, half-priced beers, and a neon sign that flickered like it had a secret, it was the kind of place that didn’t care what time it was, only that you were having a good time. And you were. Maybe more than you had in months.

Bob didn’t stop smiling, not once. Not when someone spilled a drink down the back of his jeans, not when the bartender got your orders wrong three times, and definitely not when he nearly tripped over the jukebox cord trying to avoid Henrietta, who had somehow followed you to the bar like a bad penny . His cheeks flushed pink, more from laughter than embarrassment, and he mouthed a frantic “save me” before ducking behind you like you were his personal shield. You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your beer.

The night wore on in golden, blurry edges. You danced like no one was watching, even though they definitely were. Arms loose around his shoulders, his big hands hovering just shy of your waist like he still wasn’t sure he was allowed to touch. But with every song, he drew in closer, more confident, until you were moving as one. You could feel the way his chest rose and fell beneath your fingertips, the soft warmth of his breath near your ear when he leaned in to tell you something stupid or sweet or both.

And hours later, when the crowd thinned out and the music turned slow and drawling some old country love song that could’ve been from your parents’ wedding, Bob didn’t ask. He just offered his hand, gentle and sure, and you took it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He pulled you into a quiet dance, his movements tender and deliberate, as if he was afraid to break the moment. Not once did he step on your feet. Not once did he falter. His arms wrapped around you like a safety net, loose but strong, and for a long time, the world felt small, just you, him, and the soft hum of a steel guitar in the background.

The cowboy hat stayed firmly on your head the entire time. Bob gave it a reverent little tilt when he looked down at you, like it was some kind of crown, like you were someone special, someone he’d waited years to find. And under the dim bar lights, with your head resting against his chest and his heart beating a little too fast, it was then he decided you really were.

⸻

The night air was warm and thick with the scent of wildflowers and summer sweet honeysuckle on the breeze, earth still holding onto the day’s heat. Crickets sang in the tall grass, and fireflies blinked like they were keeping time with your footsteps.

You walked back to the ranch under a million stars, boots crunching gravel, Bob’s fingers twined with yours like he never wanted to let go. He kept glancing over at you, smile crooked, eyes glassy with just enough of a buzz to make him bold. You were both a little tipsy. The good kind. The kind that made everything shimmer around the edges, like the world had softened and spun itself into something just for the two of you.

He bumped his shoulder against yours as you neared the porch. “This was… a really good night.”

“Even with Henrietta managed to track you down into the bar?”

He laughed loud, boyish, real. “Especially because of that. I got to hide behind you like a damsel. Very dignified.”

You giggled, heart drumming somewhere in your throat. And then you were at the door, old, creaky, paint chipped from years of weather and wear, and the moment you pushed it open, something shifted in the air between you. Something quiet and charged, like static before a storm.

Bob kissed you before you’d even kicked your boots off.

It wasn’t tentative or careful, not anymore. His mouth was warm and insistent, and you gasped against him, your fingers sliding under the hem of his shirt, tugging it loose. You stumbled backward into the hallway, knocking into a console table and nearly sending a mason jar of flowers tumbling.

“Door.” you murmured, laughing between kisses, trying to remember where your old bedroom even was.

“Where?” Bob’s voice was low and ragged, one hand splayed wide across your lower back, the other still cupping your cheek like you were breakable and sacred all at once.

“Left- no, other left- BOB-!”

You both slammed into the wall beside the staircase, right beneath your childhood photos, your third-grade rodeo ribbon nearly fell off its nail. You couldn’t stop giggling, and Bob kissed the sound right out of your mouth, breathing hard like he’d been waiting days to stop being so damn respectful.

He finally found the door, flinging it open with more enthusiasm than grace. You tripped over the threshold in a tangle of limbs and laughter, landing on the bed in a puff of quilted covers and heat. Bob followed, all long limbs and broad shoulders, kissing you like a man starved.

Clothes came off in messy, half-laughing pulls. His shirt over his head, your dress yanked down around your hips. Boots hit the floor with loud, lazy thuds. He paused to help you with the stubborn zipper, grinning when it caughtand you laughed so hard he had to hush you with another kiss, mouths brushing and breath mingling in the dark.

Then he pulled back, just for a second. Long enough to look at you.

To really look.

You were flushed and glowing, chest rising and falling beneath the thin cotton of your bra, his cowboy hat still perched crooked on your head. You blinked up at him, lips kiss swollen, eyes wide and a little wild.

Bob stood there like he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

He breathed out a shaky laugh. “Gotta live up to the hat rule, right?”

You bit your lip, reaching for him. “You better, Reynolds.”

And with a soft, reverent touch, he leaned forward and set the hat straight again. Like it belonged there. Like you belonged there with him, beneath him, in every version of the life he hadn’t dared to picture before now.

And then he kissed you slow. Not the urgent kind from the hallway, but something deeper. Something that lingered. The kind of kiss that didn’t ask,it told. That you were wanted, worshiped, known.

The mattress creaked beneath you as he joined you, the old springs singing their familiar tune. You let your hands roam his back, mapping muscle and freckle and scar, and he whispered your name like a saying. Over and over. Until it was the only thing that mattered.

His fingers trailing down your spine, gentle but certain, pulling you closer until every breath you took was shared. The warmth of his body pressed against yours was like coming home, steady, real, grounding. His lips moved from your mouth, to your jaw, to the curve of your neck, leaving soft promises with every touch.

You tilted your head, exposing more of yourself to him, your breath hitching when his teeth grazed your skin just enough to stir a fire. His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones, steadying you in the sweet chaos of your shared desire.

You didn’t rush. You let the moment stretch, every heartbeat syncing between you. There was no need for haste, no need for words—just the quiet music of two people who had found something worth holding onto in a world that often felt too loud.

When his mouth finally met yours again, it was slow and deliberate, a dance of trust and tenderness. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper, as if to memorize every inch of him.

And outside, the stars burned on. Quiet witnesses to the beginning of something you didn’t have a name for just yet. Something real.

Something that felt a lot like home. He was home.

⸻

[emmyphelps]

deepthroating with yunho (gn!reader)

yunho let out a deep, shuttering breath, “fuck baby—” he glanced down at you. watching as his disappeared down your thoat. “shit! you’re so fucking good, baby.”

you let out a whimper around his cock. struggling to even breathe through your nose as he continued to fuck your face.

the sight of his cock’s bulge in your neck made him dizzy. he bit his lip and placed his hand on the side of your neck, pressing his thumb against the bulge. “what a perfect throat,” he grunted, “you swallow me so fucking good, baby.” he watched as your fingers gripped at the band of your underwear. a low chuckle fell from his lips, “go on, sweetheart. touch yourself. make yourself cum just from getting your throat fucked.”

he could tell you were drunk on it. drunk on the way he nearly suffocated you with his dick. forcing you to swallow it over and over and over again. his hands all over your face, slapping your cheeks when you did a good job and admiring the way you took him so well.

your eyes were hidden from his view. but he could imagine them. he could imagine the way they welled up with tears every time you gagged. your big, pretty, watering eyes just begging him to keep going.

and now he watched as your hand slipped into your underwear. mindlessly pleasuring yourself. desperately trying to catch up so you could cum with him.

a painful whimper vibrated on his cock. “yeah? you close, baby?” he started fucking you even faster now, “wanna cum on your hand while you take this load down your throat?”

you shook your head. oh. “aww. want me to cum on your face?” he coos, patting the side of your head. “ok, baby. i’ll cum all over this pretty. fucking. face.” and he slaps you with each word to prove his point.

and with the last strike across your cheek, your thighs clench and your hips buck as you cum all over yourself. crying on his cock as you feel your orgasm overtake you.

“oh fuck! baby, ‘m so close,” he hits the back of your throat one more time before he feels it. and he pulls out just in time. pumping his cock for mere seconds before his load shoots all over your face.

he wishes he could frame the picture he just took in his mind. your head hanging off the side of his bed. lips and nose splattered with his cum. your chest rising up and down, trying to catch your breath. it was a perfect view to him.

and he felt so lucky to be the only one who could see it.

[emmyphelps]

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★ Synopsis: Ateez Men “Accidentally” send you a nude what’s your reaction?

★ content: Ateez men x reader

★ warnings: Smut, Swearing, Size kink??, Mentions of giving oral, Teasing/crack, angst? if you squint your eyes, reader being down bad for the ateez men

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Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

[emmyphelps]

Could you maybe do an ateez fake texts where you send them a video of their concert and in the video your screaming for another member and they get jealous👀. (Crack)

ateez reaction to you sending them a video of you screaming for another member at their concert

genre: fake texts/smau, crack/humour (i tried)

tags/warnings: some are a bit suggestive, stupid jokes, swearing, they're all jealous, no gendered words are used for reader, the relationship with the members is ambiguous so imagine whatever you want to

note: thank you so much for requesting and i'm sorry for making you wait for such a long time!! i hope you enjoy this! 🤍 also, this was hilarious to write right after i went to their concert for real 😭

[emmyphelps]

two player game

pairing: gamer boy! yunho x gf! reader

genre: smut with zero plot

summary: you find something worthwhile to occupy your attention while your boyfriend is wrapped up in his current save file.

w.c: 1.7k

warnings: nasty dom! yuyu (bro gets a bit whiny), tiny bit bratty mostly good girl! reader, pet names + name calling, praise + degradation, SIZE KINK 🗣️🗣️🗣️, monster cock yunho agenda, implied throat/hole training, manhandling, edging, cockwarming w throat, messy oral + deep-throating, finger sucking, a (rough) quick fuck bc yunho cums in 0.5 seconds, breeding + bulge kink, creampie <3

a/n: as a certified yunwhore i simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to write about gamer boy yuyu ~~ honestly i have no excuse for this tbh i just need him so baddddd and this is what i have to do to keep the voices at bay 😔✊🏼 anygays, enjoy lovelies! and if you liked, please consider sharing your thots with me :3 <3

“You said you would stop playing after you finished that level, Yun, come on,” you whined to your boyfriend, who was currently balls deep in the newest video game he just bought. It should’ve been you he was balls deep in, yet here you were, third wheeling to an inanimate object. 

Yunho ducked and weaved around your waving hands that were currently trying to block his view from the flatscreen tv he was locked in on, sitting up from the slouched position he had on the sofa you both were lounging on. 

“Ugh,” you huffed, throwing yourself back into the couch, your arms crossing over your chest. “Whatever.” 

He turned his head for a moment to look at you apologetically, reminiscent of a golden retriever that just got scolded. “I’m sorry, baby, I swear, I’ll get off soon. I’m just…at a really good part right now.” 

“You said that twenty minutes agoooo.” You leaned against Yunho, your cheek squishing into his large shoulder, pawing at his nearest thigh. “Why can’t you play with me, instead of your stupid game?” 

“Oh, I see.” Yunho raised an eyebrow at you, glancing at you through his peripheral vision. “Someone’s in heat, huh?” 

You let out a whimper, kneading at his upper thigh. “I want you, Yun…Please, pay attention to me~” 

Yunho simply spread his thighs apart, your gaze shifting from his mischievous eyes to his poorly concealed cock still trapped inside his black sweatpants. He grunted, reaching down to adjust it, moving his thick length over so that it laid comfortably across the thigh closest to you. “You can have me, princess. I’m right here.” 

Just as you were about to pounce on him, Yunho grasped the bottom of your face in between his slender fingers. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.” Chuckling at the sight of your squished cheeks and confused face, he leaned in, whispering, “Go ahead and cockwarm me, baby, with that pretty little mouth of yours. You can do that for me while I finish this part, mm?” 

The sick bastard was toying with you. Well, two could play at that game. Licking your lips, you got down onto your knees in front of Yunho, fitting yourself in between his open thighs. Without saying a word, you began to run your fingers along his soft length over the material of his pants, tracing the outline of it, feeling it harden underneath your fingertips, making sure to rub your thumb over his pronounced tip, knowing it was sensitive. As if on cue, a small whimper escaped Yunho’s straining throat, his eyebrows screwing together as if to concentrate harder, refusing to look down at you. 

Filled with determination to interrupt his gaming, you tugged the waistline of his sweatpants down, your thighs squeezing together from the way his dripping cock smacked heavily up into his lower abdomen. You wrapped your hand around it, humming at how warm it felt within your grasp, lowering yourself down to slowly drag your tongue from the base up to the tip, licking around the tip until it shined. Lightly sucking it into your mouth, you palmed his balls one at a time, squeezing them suddenly, earning another whimper from your boyfriend. 

“You’re playing dirty, princess,” Yunho grunted, pressing his back into the couch, glancing down at you just in time to watch a good majority of his pulsing cock disappear down your throat. “Fuck, what a good slut…” He stroked the top of your head like he would with a cat, nodding approvingly. “I trained your throat well, haven’t I? Now, stay just like that while I play, okay?” 

Your cheeks grew warm from hearing your boyfriend’s polarizing praise, unable to keep yourself from letting his thick length push even deeper down into your throat, breathing shallowly through your nose, your lips already stinging at the corners. “Mmmrfff….” You stayed still for as long as you could with his oversized cock pressing against your tongue and throat, beads of saliva dripping past your mouth and down along his slick skin, using your hand to lube up what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth in the meantime. 

Yunho shuddered from underneath your touch, his half-closed eyes shifting downwards to burn the image of his tiny girlfriend, who was currently being swallowed by one of his many hoodies, trying her absolute best to fit his big cock inside her mouth. Your stark size differences always made him throb, made him want to take advantage of them in every way he could. “Look at you, taking all of me like that, baby…Take some more, okay?” he exhaled, sliding his slender fingers into your hair and bucking his hips up, fucking himself into your tight, warm throat. 

“Mmnn…!” you moaned back, squeezing your hands into his large thighs, feeling his muscles tighten up underneath your fingertips. You were so wet already, you had no choice but to squeeze your bare thighs together as a poor attempt to keep from soaking the carpet underneath you. Being enveloped in your boyfriend’s warm cologne and clothes while he ruthlessly shoved his cock down your throat was simply too much for a sensitive girl like you to handle without creaming yourself. 

“So tight, princess, just like your wet little cunt, huh?” he groaned out, opting to wrap his fingers around the back of your neck and continue shoving himself into your throat, rolling his hips up in a quick, sloppy fashion, with clear desperation, and a need to give his pretty personal cum dump a load to gulp down. He audibly hummed at the choked moans and gasps you were letting out, pulling out just to roughly slap his cock down onto your lolled out tongue, grunting and groaning as he shot thick spurts of cum down your throat. He tried to control his panting, wanting to hear your answer to his next question. “You sounded so hot, choking and moaning on my cock like that. You soaked your panties just from getting throat-fucked, didnt you, baby?” 

“Uh-huhhh,” you purred, your voice a bit gravelly from the abuse your throat took, swallowing down most of his load, only sticking your tongue back out when he reached down to push two fingers over it and into the back of your throat. 

Yunho watched with awe as you didn’t seem to gag, humming at the feeling of you sucking the rest of his pre-cum and other mixed fluids from his slender digits. “That’s my good girl…so well trained now…fuck.” 

You moaned onto his fingers that continued to lazily slide over your tongue and occasionally down into your throat, slowly pulling away to purr, “My cunt’s trained too, Yuyu. Don’t you wanna fill up my other hole, see how well I can handle your cock now?”  

Not caring that he had been missing out on the important lore that was playing out in the current cutscene the entire time, Yunho tossed his controller out of the way and lifted you up from the floor, taking a second to push your soaked panties out of the way before he sat you down onto his cock. He let out a small growl, watching your cunt swallow the thick tip of his cock and slowly take the rest of him inch by inch. “God, you’re still so fucking tight, princess…” Yunho pressed his lips onto your ear, rubbing his hands up and down your waist, the borrowed hoodie you wore bunching up near your tummy. “Mm, but you can’t help having such a tiny pussy, can you? So small and cute…perfect for my big cock to fuck full…” 

“Perfect for you, Yun, just for you–nnngh…!” you gasped sharply, just as your boyfriend began ramming himself up into you, his hands tightening the grip they had around your soft waist, using you like you were his own perfectly crafted cocksleeve. “So big, so biggg, fuck–”

“And you’ll fit it all inside your perfect cunt, just like you always do, won’t you, baby? Yeah, just like that,” he groaned out, lowering one hand down to your tummy to rub circles over it, feeling his own cock as it slammed into your cunt each and every time. It never failed to make him feel so dizzy, knowing you were this small, yet you could always take his cock like a champ. “That’s my girl, look at you go, baby, letting me breed you like this…so good for me…” 

“So good, so good for you, Yuyu…” You gripped his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into them through his hoodie, unable to keep yourself from moving your hips down whenever he fucked up into you, growing more and more desperate now that you were on the edge of ecstasy. “Gonna cum…oh my god, breed me, please…!” 

“Gonna fuck you so full of my load, princess…” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, his deep groans gradually turning into a staccato of whiny, higher-pitched moans, still able to forcefully drive you down onto his cock, but his thrusts growing increasingly sloppy and desperate. All Yunho had to do was lift his head back up to look at your pretty fucked out face and how effortlessly tiny you looked wearing his hoodie to reach his limit, immediately pumping his hot load into you as soon as it began spurting out of his aching cock. “You feel that, baby? All the cum I’m fucking into you…?” 

“Mmhmm…!” It felt so good, you started to cry. “I love it, Yuyu…” 

Just as his cockhead roughly kissed your cervix for the last time, Yunho felt your cunt lock around him like a vice, something warm and wet coating his cock and lap. “Fuck, you just came all over my cock, didn’t you?” He chuckled, rubbing your back in small circles. “Always making such a mess, aren’t you, babygirl?” 

“It’s all your fault, Yun,” you whined softly into Yunho’s shoulder, hugging onto him for dear life, your vision fading in and out. If you had came any harder, you would’ve passed out, though it was always like this whenever you were around your irresistible boyfriend. 

“Mm, why don’t you remind me of who it was that interrupted my gaming session?” He sent a playful smile your way, booping your nose when you pouted. “Oh baby, next time, just ask me if we can switch to a two player game~” 

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