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☆ Pairing: rockstar!best friend!mingi x chubby!fem!reader

☆ Genre: rocker au/smut/fluff/friends to lovers

☆ Word Count: 4.4k

☆ Summary: During a late night hang out session your innocent request to color in your best friend's tattoos leads to a revelation about the not so platonic feelings you've held for him. Mingi's a rockstar. One of the best guitarists there is. Every boy you know wants to be him and every girl you know wants to be on top of him. In your eyes, the odds that his feelings are mutual are slim to none but a girl's gotta be wrong sometimes.

☆ Warnings: heavily tattooed mingi, he has a tongue piercing too, bestie wooyoung pops in to stir shit up, drug use (just weed), body worship, dry humping, female masturbation, marking, some soft dom mingi moments, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, spanking, nibbling, scratching, unprotected sex, his dick is kinda (very) big, doggy style, squirting, creampie, pet names (baby, good girl), affectionate use of the word whore (towards Mingi).

☆ A/N: Rockerteez has a special place in my heart, especially rocker Mingi, so I absolutely had to write something for him. I hope this satisfies something for all of my chubby alt girls out there who crush on this man just as hard as I do. Love you guys xoxo byeee.

Mingi can’t say no to you. It’s been that way since the beginning of your friendship. Craving ice cream in the middle of the night? He’ll drive you to every convenience store in a 10 mile radius just to make sure you get the flavor you want. You want tickets to a sold out concert for your favorite band? He’ll pull every string he can behind the scenes to make sure you get them.

You’ve turned into a brat, spoiled rotten to the core, and he can only blame himself for it. Tonight might’ve been the night that he stood up to you if you didn’t look so adorable making the silliest request he’s ever heard. 

You were standing at the edge of his bed rocking nothing but a baggy Linkin Park tee you stole from his drawer and a pair of black panties not meant to impress but cute all the same. Your cheeks were still stained with glitter from tonight’s concert and remnants of smeared mascara lingered in the wake of some discount makeup wipes that didn’t quite do the trick. 

“Just let me color in your tattoos. Like this, see?” You held your phone up to his face, his nose a fraction of an inch from the screen where a girl was busy coloring in the free space of her boyfriend’s tattoos. 

Mingi had been lying on his back, scrolling his own phone as he patiently awaited your return from the kitchen. Snacks. You were supposed to bring back snacks, not a fistful of random markers you found in the kitchen drawer and some impulsive idea you got from Tiktok. 

“No. I’ll get skin cancer or something” he huffed, rolling his eyes and flopping back down on the bed. 

“Oh, because you’re so concerned about your health” you teased, eyeing the shiny chrome vape pen perched between two plush rosy lips. 

Mingi casually drew in a breath, letting the peach infused smoke fill his lugs. “THC is healthy. Whatever the fuck’s in those isn’t.”

Clearing your throat, you hopped onto the bed, spreading the markers out to inspect. “Actually, these are vegan markers so they’re safe. It’s basically the rules, so…let me do it.”

“No…” he started but you were already pouting, your eyelashes batting away fake tears. It was a cheap trick to pull, especially when you know how it always gets to him, but it worked.

“Fine but you’ve got 15 minutes. That’s it.” 

You wasted no time climbing on top of him, popping the caps of the markers off and getting straight to work. Lucky for you Mingi has more tattoos than free skin on his chest. Even luckier, he has zero ability to track time.

An hour’s passed and you’re still here, straddling his lap and doodling away. You hum along to the song on his record player. It’s a vaguely familiar tune, some alt rock album that dropped before Mingi even hit middle school. 

Mingi’s yet to admit it—he actually hasn’t said a word to you since you started—but this is the most relaxed he’s been in the longest time. Everyone thinks that being in a band is one big party. The tours. The magazine spreads. The concerts. The groupies. But there’s more to it than that. Being an artist takes from you in ways the rest of the world couldn’t imagine. Something about sharing this time with you gives a little bit of that back to him. 

He steals a glance at you, eyes flicking back to his phone before you catch him in the act. You’re pretty. Not the disposable kind of pretty that you admire for one night and forget about when the alcohol wears off in the morning. You’re the irreplaceable kind of pretty. The kind that’s too pure to pursue but too precious to let slip out of his reach.

Your friendship’s never been for show. The bond he has with you—the love he feels—all of it’s genuine. But he can’t say there’s nothing else so he says nothing at all. He just lies here, your human canvas, enjoying the feeling of your weight in his lap and your soft hands brushing against his skin. 

“I’m running to the store. You want something?” Wooyoung asks, bursting through the door. 

It’s a house rule that all bandmates knock before coming in but Wooyoung’s never been one to care. His room is his room and everyone else’s room is his too.

“My bad, am I interrupting something?” 

You and Mingi’s heads turn towards the door in unison and your reactions are are identical. “Something like what?”

Wooyoung cracks a smile, tickled by you two syncing up like bluetooth headphones. “You tell me. I’m not the one who has their best friend in cowgirl right now.” 

A marker goes flying across the room at him and he dodges it like a pro. “It’s not like that and you know it’s not” you say, pretending not to know what a lie that is.

It’s not an outright lie. It’s nothing, it truly is, but you can’t ignore what this position’s been doing to you. Mingi’s a gorgeous man. Gorgeous enough to make you wish you were just another groupie some days. It’s inevitable that your vicinity to him might leave your pulse racing now and then. Maybe get you a bit wetter than anything the natural warmth of your body could do. You feel a twinge of guilt for it but not nearly enough to get up. 

“If it’s not like that then what’s it like?” Wooyoung presses, paying no mind to the growing frustration on his bandmate’s face. Mingi’s pisssed but that’s never stopped Wooyoung before. 

“It’s like you getting out of my room” Mingi snaps, “Where’s San? Doesn’t one of you die if you aren’t attached at the hip 24 hours a day?”

Wooyoung cocks an eyebrow, arms folded across his chest, “You should talk.”

“Woo, I’m serious. Mingi and I are just friends. That’s it. You see the type of girls who wait for him backstage. Do any of them look like me?” 

Your question’s met with silence from both men. They share a knowing glance. Wooyoung knows something you don’t and Mingi dares him to open his mouth unless he wants to die. 

“Didn’t think so” you gloat, getting back to your coloring, “I will take something from the store though. Some chips please. My usual. Want something, Min?”

“Just for him to get out of my room. Quickly.” 

“Got it. Chips for the lady and for the gentleman…” Wooyoung flips Mingi off as he backs out of the room.

Mingi returns the gesture, “I love you too!”

You laugh to yourself, shaking your head at their immaturity. On stage all anyone sees are the piercings and the tattoos. They think that they’re edgy…bad boys. But they’re dorks through and through. Ones you’re happy to be around but dorks nonetheless. 

“And what’s so funny?” he frowns, propping himself up on his elbows. 

Tossing your marker aside, you trade it out for the vape resting at Mingi’s side. You take a puff, leaning forward to blow the smoke right into his face. “You.”

Mingi does nothing. He only sits there letting the smoke dance across his face. You’ve done a lot of hot things since the two of you’ve met and that was without a doubt one of them. You’re on top of him, your back arched, plush thighs caging him in on each side. No bra. No pants. And that face—those lips so dangerously close to his. 

A long moment passes between you. The silence adds another layer of tension to what each of you has already been hiding. 

“Just because they wait for me backstage doesn’t mean they’re my type” he says, catching you off guard. 

It takes a second for you to register what he's said and when you do your brain short circuits. “Min, I mean…I wasn’t…it doesn’t matter.”

Mingi cocks his head, strands of platinum hair falling into his face. “What do you think my type is exactly?” 

You sit back up in his lap, taking another puff to calm your nerves. “I don’t know but last I checked you didn’t have a fat girl fetish.”

“It’s not a fetish.” Mingi pushes himself up to face you, refusing to let you run away so easily. His gaze trails over you like fingertips tracing your curves. “I just like what I like and what I like happens to be girls with some meat on their bones. Is that okay with you?”

Brushing off his comment, you place a hand on his chest to push him back down. “You’re being weird.”

He doesn’t budge. He just stares into your eyes, searching for whatever it is that you’re fighting so hard to keep hidden from him. He knows it’s there. It’s in the way your black nails are nervously drumming against his chest. It’s in the shortness of your breath and the subconscious rocking of your hips in his lap. But he wants to see it in your eyes. He needs to. 

“Is that the only reason then?” he asks, slipping an arm around you, “You think nothing’s happened between us because of your body? Which is beautiful by the way.”

You blush, playfully swatting him on the cheek, “Stop. It’s not just that. You and I, we're friends, that's it. Even when you say stuff like that to tease me, I know you only see me as a friend.”

“And what do you see me as?” His voice is deep on any regular day but the way it dips when he asks the question has a bass to it that has you sweating. 

You stumble on your words, fighting to make sense of the alphabet soup that is your brain. You don’t work for the CIA. You weren’t prepped to hold up to interrogation. That’s exactly what this feels like because that’s exactly what this is. Mingi wants an answer, a clear one, and you know better than anyone that when he locks in on something he never backs down. 

“You’re someone who means to me, Min. Someone I’d rather not lose by thinking something’s there when it’s not…”

You have more to say but you can’t for the life of you remember what it was after Mingi’s lips collide with yours. He lays back, finally, and he takes you with him, your body flush against his as he kisses you with a hunger you didn’t know he possessed.

It’s a wild, breathless kiss. It’s wet lips and little nibbles, tongues intertwining and fingers tangling in hair. There’s no more holding back. No reason to pretend that you don’t want what both of you have all along. It’s a relief for Mingi who's been quietly going through hell for the past hour trying not to get hard with you seated on top of him. 

He thought of everything he could to ignore how good it felt to have you resting against his length but now all he can think of is you. It’s dizzying how quickly all of the blood in his body rushes between his legs, his length swelling as he takes greedy handfuls of your figure. You shiver the first time you feel him, a moan as light as air leaving your lips. 

“Where’d that come from?” you giggle, hips rolling to chase the friction. 

Mingi pushes you onto your back, lips latching onto your neck before you even hit the mattress. 

His hands dip beneath your borrowed shirt. It’s one of his favorites but right now he can’t stand the sight of it. He needs to feel the smoothness of your bare skin…feel your curves give beneath his touch. 

“You want some more?” he asks, dragging his tongue across your skin, igniting you like a match.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” you moan at the pressure of his fingertips massaging your breast.

He brushes his thumb across your nipple and it stiffens as if on command. Your whole body’s calling out his name—screaming it—begging for his attention. Mingi presses down onto you, his cock throbbing like a heartbeat against your core with every grind of his hips. Moisture trickles down your slit, soaking your panties to the point of uselessness.

You can’t say it's ever crossed your mind to dry hump a rockstar but thanks to Mingi it’s quickly become your new favorite thing. You could lay here all night moaning and whimpering, making a sticky mess all over his sweatpants while he marks your neck up like you’re his property. Well, maybe not all night. Your mind’s already flooded with thoughts of how badly you need him inside you. Good thing he doesn’t intend to make you wait much longer. 

“This shirt, take it off” he demands, already tugging it up your figure.

Mingi climbs onto his knees, sitting back to give you the room you need to slip the shirt over your head. He can’t tell where it lands, he doesn’t really care. All that matters to him is that there’s a goddess lying between his legs, one ruined pair of panties away from being completely naked. He lights up like a kid on Christmas morning. You’re a gift so perfectly designed to suit his every desire that he must be dreaming. 

“What’s wrong, Min? Never seen a naked girl before?” you tease, your nervous laughter triggering something in him. 

Mingi’s expression darkness like you’ve only seen it when he’s deathly serious about something. “Not like this…” he says, his hands patiently exploring your body, savoring every part of you. “And you thought you weren’t my type? When you’re this pretty—your cute belly, those stretchmarks, these thighs—you think I haven’t worshipped you since the day I met you?”

He pushes your knees up just enough to slip your panties down, “I remember Yunho brought you backstage after the show. You had on those heels and that tiny leather skirt. You were so fucking pretty and all I could think was, ‘I wonder what it’d be like to have those thighs around my neck’. You gonna let me find out?”

Mingi spreads your legs, running his fingers through your glistening pussy. His fingers are coated in seconds, so shiny and wet with your arousal that they slip inside of you effortlessly. He crawls onto his stomach, licking his lips as his fingertips stroke your walls. 

“Aah…mmph…Mingi” you whine, gripping the sheets as he adds another finger.

“I like the sound of my name but that’s not an answer, baby. I need you to tell me.” He licks the tip of your clit, his silver tongue piercing glinting in the light as he teases you, “Can I eat your pussy or you want me to beg for it?”

“No begging. Just fucking do it.” 

Mingi doesn’t need to be told twice. He buries his face between your legs, suckling and slurping, eating you up like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. Your thighs slip over his shoulders and he grabs onto them with both hands, kneading their softness as his tongue dips into you. You try to keep it together but you’re  too sensitive to control how much you tremble when he laps at the ridges of your walls.

You grab him by the hair, not guiding him, just feeling him. You don’t know if it’s the drugs or the way his tongue’s swirling around inside you but it’s like you're floating. Your body’s buzzing with pleasure and when he reaches up to pinch your clit you’re on the verge of falling to pieces. 

And that’s right where he keeps you, dancing on the edge of complete ruin. Occasionally he glances up at you, not caring now if you catch him looking. He wants to see you…wants you to see him. You lock eyes and he hums his satisfaction at every pretty face you make.

A mentor once told him that every girl’s a guitar. You’ve just gotta pay enough attention to know how to tune her. A skilled musician if nothing else, Mingi knows how to tune you just right. He knows which dials to turn to make you sing. He’s strumming every string, hitting every note that he needs to for that fullness to build in your lower belly. It’s never felt this good to be close before, it’s almost too much to take and you inch up on the bed, desperate for a break.

Mingi grabs you by the hips before you can get too far, dragging you back down onto his face. “No running” he grins, “Now be a good girl and stay still for me.”

There’s no time to be shocked by his boldness. You’re right back where you left off. Back arching, legs shaking, walls clenching. He takes your clit between his lips, licking circles around it as his fingers plunge back into you, tapping your sweet spot until you come undone.

He locks an arm across your waist, pinning you to the bed so that you have to take it. All of it. Your orgasm falls over you like a blanket, clinging to your skin, enveloping you in the overwhelming warmth of it. Your moans devolve into a low, broken whine as you lay there helpless. As if you’d want the help if there were any. 

“Mmm” he hums, taking his last taste of you before his dripping fingers pull out, “I knew you’d taste good but that was…”

He swishes what’s left of your juices around in his mouth, making sure that it lingers behind long after he’s done. “Delicious.”

Pressing his lips to your inner thigh, he kisses his way up your body. Except for a few involuntary twitches from the aftershock, your body’s limp. Far too weak to stop him from teasing you with wet kisses to your curves. He whispers things to your body. Some sweet, some filthy, but the message is the same. You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

A part of you wants to deny the truth of his words, shrugging them off as nothing more than lust. But there’s so much sincerity in them that you can’t fight them off. They soak right into your skin and, by the time his lips meet yours again, they’ve become a part of you. 

Mingi cups your face, his thumb rubbing circles on your cheek. “You came so hard for me, baby. Think you can do it again?”

You may be lying here with glossy eyes and pouty lips but you’re far from the innocent little thing he’s making you out to be. You slip a hand below his waist, palming his length through his pants. 

“Get rid of them” you whisper, kissing him harshly, “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He pushes himself up from the bed, standing to the side of you to drop his pants. You crawl to the edge of the bed, settling on your knees to watch him. He makes a proper show of it, sliding them down at an agonizingly slow pace. Your eyes widen when his cock springs free, no boxers to hold them back. 

“You didn’t have any underwear on. You whore” you tease, admiring his cock all the while. It’s much longer than you thought it’d be, thicker too, with pretty veins traveling up the side like rose vines and a nice fat tip leaking precum down to the rim. 

Mingi tucks a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “If I’m a whore, I’m your whore.”

“All mine?” you ask, popping the tip into your mouth. It’s a tight fit. Not easy in the slightest but you make it look like it is. You drag your tongue across the slit, collecting beads of arousal on your tongue. 

His body shudders, knees almost giving out from the wispy motion of your tongue around the rim. “All yours” he groans, his voice growing shaky the further you take him into your mouth.

You take as much as you can before it taps the back of your throat and then you take a little more still. Bobbing your head back and forth, you drool down his length, sucking him like one of those long, twisty lollipops you get from the candy store. Mingi throws his head back, swearing he can see stars on the ceiling from how tightly your fluffy cheeks are suctioned around him.

Your tongue sweeps back and forth on the underside of his cock, your throat muscles flexing around the tip. Running your fingers down his stomach, you dig your nails in. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to get his attention. He looks down at you, a mixture of ecstasy and pain clouding his mind.  

Leaning back from him, you let him slip out of your mouth. “If it’s all mine…” you sigh, sliding back on the bed and crawling onto your knees, “Then give it to me.”

You arch your back, ass poked out towards him, and he can see that you’re still dripping, your thighs soaked from your last orgasm. He slaps your ass hard enough to make all of you jiggle and you smile back at him, not minding the sting. 

“You’re lucky you look so hot” he says, aligning himself with your entrance.

You wink, sinking back onto him so that the tip pops inside, “So are you.” 

Mingi grabs you by the hips, slamming into you, and your arms give out in an instant, your cheek lying flat against the blanket as the next thrust sends shockwaves through your system. He pauses before the next to give you time to adjust. Really to give himself time to adjust.

The look on his face would make you think that he hates you—eyes narrowed, brows knitted together, lips tight—but it’s the exact opposite. Being inside of you is like dipping himself into a pool of honey. You’re warm and sticky, hugging him so well that pulling out feels criminal. Nothing has ever felt this good. 

“Shit, baby, I can’t believe this is what you’ve been hiding from me all this time” he grunts, driving into you again and again.

The tears in your eyes are real this time. None of those play ones from earlier. You can’t help how they water as he bounces you on his cock, your quivering hole stretching a bit more each time to accommodate him. Music’s still streaming from the record player and the sound of your bodies slapping together matches the frantic rhythm. You have to give it to him. He’s good at staying on beat, even at a time like this. 

Leaning forward, he nips at your side before grabbing your arm and guiding it between your legs. “Touch your clit for me. Wanna watch you do it.”

You do as you’re told, blindly feeling around to find your bud. Your fingers slip around, splashing in your own slick. They land right at your entrance and you can feel him pulsing as he disappears into you. You let them hover there, stroking him each time he pulls back, but Mingi forces your hand up to where he wants it.

“Aah, Min—fuck, so good…” you moan at the added layer of pleasure. 

With his large hands splayed out on your ass, he sits back to watch you. Your arm’s shaky, mouth hung open drawing in sharp, jagged breaths. The curves of your body sit just right and each time you arch he finds a new way to admire them.

It’s more than enough to break him, your walls clenching and releasing, worsening the rising pressure threatening to ravage him. But he grits his teeth, suppressing his high until he feels your walls flutter off rhythm, legs trembling as your second orgasm of the night washes over you. 

Mingi stills his movements, keeping you flush against him as you mindlessly ride his cock. “Good girl…” he coos, “Use me like I’m your fucking toy.” 

Your whole world’s shattering and his words only make you come harder, juices cascading down your thighs, soaking the space between you. He follows close behind you, his swollen tip pumping you full of his seed until you’re drowning in the warmth of it. You bite down on the blanket, moaning his name into the thick cotton.

When your body finally collapses into the mattress, you’re on another planet and the feeling of Mingi’s arms around you are all that brings you back to earth. Cuddled up behind you, he sprinkles your shoulder with loving kisses, obsessed with the way you look even when you’re wrecked like this.

Minutes pass without a word spoken but nothing needs to be said for his admiration for you to be clear. It radiates from him, making your skin prickle. 

Turning to face him, you brush sweat slicked strands away from his eyes, “You’re staring at me.”

“I like staring at you” he smiles, kissing your inner wrist, “I always have…always will.” 

This is your cue to say something sweet back. Tell him how handsome he is—that in a room full of people your eyes will always find him. But the gravity of what you two have done sets in and with it comes the paralyzing fear that you’ve just made the biggest mistake of your life. When you were his best friend. You were special. Sacred in a way that made you different from all the other girls. So what are you now?

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, searching your expression for any small detail that’ll give it away. 

“It’s nothing…”

Mingi frowns, knowing a liar when he sees one, “Nothing, huh?”

“Really, it’s nothing. It’s just—I don’t wanna be just like one of your little groupies, you know? I don’t want this to mean that you see me differently.” 

“I see you the same way that I always have” he says, fingertips tracing your spine. “But I’d like to see you as something more, if that’s okay with you.”  

The smile on your face is automatic. You can’t even begin to fight it. “Yeah, that’s okay with me.”

“Good. Not that you really had a choice. I can’t let go of a girl like you. Look at you” he growls, locking you in his arms so that you can’t get away.

He tucks his face into your neck, kissing and nibbling at you like a rabid animal. You kick your feet and giggle, hands pressed to his chest in a useless attempt to push him off.

Some things between you will never change. He’ll forever be a menace, always taking every chance he gets to mess with you, but in another sense things will never quite be the way they were before.

And, as you surrender to the relentless assault of kisses raining down on you, you can’t imagine ever wanting them to be. 

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It was cocky and overconfident to call the Titanic "unsinkable" but one thing that's overlooked is that she was genuinely really, unusually solid. She could float even with 4 compartments fully flooded, which even a lot of modern day ships can't do.

And it's not like they were wrong about her being solid! Olympic, her identical sister ship, survived being torpedoed and then running over the U-Boat that fired that torpedo. Those ships were solid.

It's very clear that absolutely no other ship in 1912 would have been able to survive that collision, and it's a testament to the quality of the ship that she didn't sink in a few minutes Empress of Ireland style. Part of what makes the Titanic such a tragic story is that it isn't a group of rich idiots locking themselves in a shoddy iron barrel to go 4km underwater. It was 2200 people, most of whom were poor immigrants, on a reliable ship on a commonly-made journey, and then something went horribly, unpredictably wrong.

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@lovergirlexi the glitch in that one clip😽😽😽😽I hate the edit sm now but it's fine since it's yunho

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sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)

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‘america’s favourite’ by ralph goings (it’s a painting, incredibly).

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I think they'll be fine saying that.

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throwback to Wooyoung single-handedly being the Resident Twink Obliterator to a passive big tiddied BlueJoong 😮‍💨

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logbook 182

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First time for everything

Pairings; Bf!Yunho x VirginGf!Reader

Warnings; Smut, fluff, soft kisses, praises, eye contact, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), cooing, creampie (wrap it up irl), slight blood, if I missed anything at all tell me immediately!

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend, yunho have been dating for two years. Tonight you wanted to lose your virginity, so you did. To the only man you’d ever give yourself to.

Word Count: 1.609K

✩ Lexi says — this is the first smut I’ve EVER written, so please be kind. I know I have to improve, but everyone starts from somewhere.

Yunho gently cups your face in his large hands, “if you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” You look up at him with your innocent eyes “I want to, please.” You pleaded softly.

“Okay, princess. I’ll try to be gentle, okay?” He said reassuringly as he pressed soft kisses all over your face, trying to help you relax.

You take a deep breath, trying to relax as Yunho trailed soft kisses down your neck and shoulder.

“Easy, baby.” Yunho murmured gently as his lips kiss their way down your stomach. He knew you were nervous, tense.

You finally started to relax as Yunho’s hands gently rubbed up and down your sides, his kisses stopped at your waist and he looked up at you.

“Are you absolutely sure you’re ready, my love?” Yunho asked softly, you simply nodded your head.

“If it’s too much, say stop.” Yunho said gently.

“Okay.” You whispered quietly as yunho gently pulled your panties off and dropped them on the floor beside the bed.

He stayed on his knees on the floor beside the bed, not saying anything or moving, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t worry you a bit.

“What?” You asked quietly, he simply smiled softly at you “You, my darling. Are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

You felt your cheeks heat up from the praise, growing shy.

“Remember what I said, if it’s too much. Tell me to stop.” He said reassuringly as he climbed over top of you again, putting his weight on his forearms. You simply nodded your head as he brushed a hair out of your face.

“Words, baby. I need to hear you agree with me that you’re ready.” Yunho said softly as one of his large hands caressed your side.

“I’m ready, I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” You responded softly.

You trusted him, you knew he’d stop if you told him to.

“Good girl.” Yunho whispered before pressing a kiss to your lips.

He gently lowered himself back onto his knees at the foot of the bed and slowly spread your legs open, exposing you to him.

You covered your face shyly with your hands, feeling more vulnerable than you ever have.

“Such a pretty girl, all for me.” Yunho whispered as he started to trail soft kisses up your inner thigh while gently massaging the other with his hand.

Tonight wasn’t about sex for Yunho, it was about showing you - his girlfriend how much he loved you.

Yunho finally kissed his way all the way up to your pussy. Pressing a soft kiss to your clit, which earned a soft gasp from you.

“Look at me, baby.” Yunho demanded softly, sweetly. You obey, looking down at him.

“If you break eye contact with me, I’m gonna stop. Understood?” Yunho asked gently. You nodded your head in response, never breaking eye contact as Yunho lowered his head back down in between your legs and softly sucked on your clit.

You went wide eyed, completely new to this sensation, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Yunho moaned against your pussy in response as he feels your back arch slightly off the bed.

“Such a pretty princess for me.” Yunho groaned against your clit, causing your eyes to flutter shut in pleasure.

“Nuh uh, eyes on me, sweetheart.” Yunho reminded you, you obeyed, your face was flushed from arousal.

Yunho gently slipped one of his long, slender fingers inside your tight opening, causing you to tense slightly.

“Deep breath, baby. Relax for me.” Yunho cooed softly. You took a deep breath, counted to ten and let it out as your body relaxed.

Yunho gave you time to adjust to the feeling of his finger before moving slowly, feeling you clench around him as he continued to gently suck on your clit.

“Yunho…” You breathed out, lost in pleasure. Which caused him to coo at you.

“Shh, pretty girl. You’re doing such a good job.” Yunho cooed softly as he lifted his head to look up at you, watching your face contort into pleasure as he continues his steady rythm with his fingers.

“Aww, look at you.” Yunho cooed, trying to bring you close to an orgasm. “You close, pretty?” He asked gently.

He knew you were, he could tell by the way you’re writhing against his fingers.

“I’m close..” You moaned out, gripping the bedsheet with your fingers. “Then cum, baby.” That’s all it took, within seconds you were cumming all over his fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” Yunho cooed softly, helping you ease from your high, gently removing his fingers and sucks them clean.

You covered your face in embarrassment as Yunho kissed his way up your body. “You did so good for me, princess.” Yunho reassured you as his hands gently roam up your sides.

“You ready for me, hm?” Yunho asked softly as he pressed a kiss to your neck. You nod your head in response “Yes.” You said quietly.

Yunho wrapped your legs around his waist and lined his thick cock up with your tight enterance.

“Take one deep breath for me, it’ll hurt at first. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Yunho said as he presses kisses along your jawline. You took a deep breath and Yunho pushed forward, slipping his head inside you, causing him to groan softly.

“So fucking tight.” He panted as he pushed in another inch, causing tears to well up in your eyes as you feel your hymen break. “Shh, it’s okay. I got you, babygirl. Just breathe.” Yunho whispered as he kissed your tears away.

“Too big.” You whined out, causing Yunho to pull out gently. “Do you want to stop?” He asked, concerned. You shook your head “No. I want this.” You responded, determined.

“Okay, baby. Tell me to stop when you need it.” He reassured you once again, pushing his thick cock inside your small hole once again, this time bottoming out and he let out a low groan.

“Holy shit…” You whispered, completely out of breath. Yunho wasn’t moving. Giving you time to adjust to his size.

“You alright, darling?” He asked softly, causing you to nod your head. “I’m gonna start moving now, okay?” Yunho whispered as he pressed and soft kiss to your lips.

He slowly began to move, giving gentle but deep strokes. Yunho continued to kiss you softly as you moaned into his mouth, drinking them down greedily.

“You’re doing such a good job.” Yunho grunted against your lips as he felt your nails scratch down his back. Holding himself back from pounding into you, this was meant to be slow and sweet.

He felt your back arch off the bed as he hit that deep part inside you “You like that, hm?” He asked softly, causing you to breath out “Yes.”

Yunho trailed kisses down your neck, keeping his gentle strokes, stretching you to your limits.

It was all too much for you. The pleasure, the gentle atmosphere, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m gonna cum.” You moaned out, clenching around his cock, “Then cum for me, show me how good i make you feel.” You let it all out, cumming hard around his cock as you buried your face into Yunho’s neck.

As he felt your orgasm, he let out breathy moan against your ear. After a few more strokes, he stopped and came deeply inside you with a moan of your name.

After a few moments, he slowly pulled out of you, his cum mixed with the blood from losing your virginity spilled out onto the bedsheet.

“Did I hurt you?” Yunho asked, concerned as he gently cupped your face. “I’m okay, I’m great actually.” You reassured him.

“Was I too rough?” He asked softly, you shook your head, completely out of breath. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed, you must be so tired.” Yunho said worriedly.

He scooped you up into his arms and gently carried you to the bathroom, setting you on the sink counter. Turning away to run you a warm bath, adding lavender oil to it to help soothe your muscles.

After making sure your bath was just right, Yunho turned back to you and picked you up again. Stepping into the bath tub with you in his arms, gently lowering you into the bath and against his chest.

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” Yunho asked softly as he pressed a kiss to your hair. “I promise, yuyu. I’m okay” You said gently as he began to wash your body, being careful in between your legs.

You relaxed against him, growing sleepy. “Sleepy, baby?” He cooed softly as he finished washing you up. You nod your head against his chest.

“Let’s get you out and into bed.” Yunho said as he got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist, coming back with another and wraps you up in it as he lifts you out of the bath.

Setting you on the counter again to gently dry you off and help you into a pair of clean panties and one of his shirts. After you were ready for bed, Yunho lifted you up into his arms again and carried you to the bedroom. Gently laying you down and tucking you in before climbing into bed beside you, spooning you from behind in a gentle hold.

He heard you yawn, pressing a kiss to the back of your head “Sleep, my love. I’ll be right here all night.” He said soothingly as he watched you drift off to sleep.

[sinnaminsuga]

birthday girl

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which it’s your birthday and your boyfriend lets you ruin him

warning: sub yunho, dom reader, light bondage, face riding, edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, choking, squirting, cockwarming

genre: smut

pairing: yunho x afab reader

word count: 5.7k

note: this is basically a birthday present to myself 😭

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The sun had fully risen over two hours ago, Yunho was already awake, wide awake and staring at the curve of your back as you breathed slow and deep beside him. His girl. His birthday girl.

God, you looked like peace. A tangled mess of sheets, limbs, and skin he’s memorized a thousand different ways but still couldn’t get enough of. Your hair was a little wild, your body bare except for his clinging to your frame like it knew what it was doing.

He stretched once, quietly, and rolled toward you, careful not to wake you just yet. Not until he was ready. Today was yours. But you were his. All day. And Yunho planned to make sure you didn’t forget either of those things.

His hand slid under the hem of your shirt, his shirt, draped over your hips. You shifted, murmured something sleepy. Yunho smiled, already half hard and barely touching you. He leaned in and pressed his lips to your shoulder. Just a kiss. A little one.

Then another, closer to your neck.

Then another, just beneath your ear.

Your breath caught.

Good morning, baby, he thought, dragging his lips down your spine, slow and deliberate. He felt your back arch, just a little, enough to let him know you were waking up. Not fully. But close.

“Yunho…” you whispered, barely audible.

“Shh,” he hummed against your skin. “Happy birthday, baby.”

You were still half asleep, but he could feel your body beginning to react, goosebumps trailing under his mouth as he kissed his way down your side, dragging the shirt up inch by inch.

His hands found your thighs, and Yunho pushed you onto your back, slow enough to give you the chance to stop him, but you didn’t. You sighed, lazy and soft, head turning toward him as your lashes fluttered open.

You looked at him like you were dreaming and he kissed the inside of your knee.

“You’re not allowed to get up today,” he murmured. “Not until I’ve had my fill.”

He didn’t wait for you to reply.

His lips trailed along your inner thigh, slow and reverent. He was taking his time. You deserved to be unwrapped like a present, savored and spoiled. And Yunho was going to make sure you started your birthday with his mouth between your legs and his name spilling off your lips.

Yunho had every intention of taking his time. Of teasing you slowly, lazily, until you were breathless and writhing. But then your hand slid into his hair.

And tugged.

Not hard, not rough, but firm. Deliberate.

You looked down at him through half lidded eyes, still blinking the sleep away, lips parted. “Take off your shirt,” you said, voice still scratchy from sleep.

He obeyed instantly.

The moment the fabric was over his head and tossed somewhere to the floor, you leaned up on your elbows and let your legs fall open wider, like you already knew what he needed. What he craved.

“Get back down there,” you murmured. “I want your mouth.”

God, he almost came from just that.

Yunho smirked, ducking his head as he sank between your thighs, resting his arms beneath them so he could keep you spread open, tilted perfectly toward his mouth. But you stopped him again with a tug on his hair.

“Let me,” you whispered, sitting up just enough to guide him with your hand, your voice like silk wrapped in heat. “Don’t think. Just stay still.”

Yunho stilled. Heart pounding.

You settled back against the pillows with a pleased sigh, draping one thigh over his shoulder, fingers buried deep in his hair. “Good boy.”

And that was it. He was gone.

His lips met your pussy in a slow, open mouthed kiss, the kind meant to ruin a person’s mind. You were already wet. Already warm and so sweet on his tongue that he groaned, burying his face deeper.

You let out a soft moan, back arching slightly. “Don’t stop.”

As if he could.

Yunho stayed exactly where you wanted him, moving only when you guided him. Something new to him. Let you have control. Your fingers directed him, tilting his head, pulling him in, holding him steady as you rolled your hips gently against his mouth.

Fuck, he thought, nearly drunk on the way you moved against him. On the tiny, whimpering sounds you made when his tongue slipped inside you, then dragged up to flick against your clit. You tightened your grip in his hair at that, tugging him closer.

He flattened his tongue and licked you again, and again, groaning into you, letting the vibrations do the rest.

Every little shift of your hips sent another wave of slick warmth over his mouth and chin, and he swore he could spend the entire day right there. If you wanted to use his face like this, ride his tongue until your legs were shaking? He’d let you. Gladly.

You gasped when he sucked on your clit just right, your legs twitching, breath hitching.

“Right there, baby?” he asked, voice low and raw against you.

“Mmhmm… just like that,” you breathed, hips rolling again. “Don’t move unless I tell you.”

Yunho’s dick throbbed at that, trapped against the mattress beneath him, untouched. But he didn’t care. He grinned against you, moaned into your folds, and let you grind against his tongue as long as you wanted.

This was yourday.

And your pleasure was the only thing on his mind.

He could feel your thighs start to tremble, the subtle shifts in your breath turning into something sharper, shakier, closer. You were getting there. He could feel it.

But then you pulled back.

He blinked, lips slick, breath shallow. Confused, dazed. Your fingers tugged at his hair again, but not to pull him closer. No, this time, you pulled him back, off you completely. He let out a needy little whine before he could stop himself.

“Mm… mmm,” you murmured, voice smug now, powerful, wicked. “You don’t get to finish me like that.”

You sat up fully, pushing him onto his back with a palm to his shoulder. He went easily, brows furrowed, chest rising fast. He was so hard it hurt, but all he could do was stare at you as you peeled off his shirt, the one you’d been wearing, and straddled his face like it was your throne.

Yunho’s mouth went dry. Then immediately wet again.

“Hands behind your head,” you were breathless but firm.

He obeyed, arms folded beneath his head as you sank down slowly, pussy brushing his lips with a slick, shudder inducing glide. His mouth opened, eager, reverent, tongue flicking up to meet you as you rolled your hips forward.

“Oh fuck” you gasped, head falling back, fingers tangling in his hair again.

Yunho moaned beneath you, deep and raw, the sound vibrating right where you needed it. He gripped the pillow tightly, resisting the urge to move, to buck his hips up or flip you over and take what he was dying for. But you were grinding on him now, riding his mouth, and his only job was to make it perfect.

And he did. Of course he did.

His tongue circled your clit, then flattened, letting you grind against him. Every time you rolled your hips forward, he moaned louder, letting you feel the way you ruined him. His nose brushed against you with every thrust, his chin and jaw soaked, and he loved it, lived for it.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” you whimpered. “God, Yunho…”

Your praise made his dick twitch where it was trapped beneath his sweatpants, untouched, throbbing. He groaned into you, needing you to know how good you tasted. How good you looked above him, messy, flushed, lost in pleasure.

Then your thighs started to shake again.

This time you didn’t stop it.

You gripped his head with both hands, riding his tongue faster, messier, as the tension built, your moans breaking into soft cries, hips stuttering forward.

“Right there, baby…. fuck, don’t stop…. don’t stop!”

And he didn’t. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

He sucked on your clit and gave you everything you needed, everything he had, until your body locked up and your thighs clenched tight around his head. Your back arched, breath caught, and came hard, grinding out every last drop of your orgasm against his mouth.

Yunho let you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm for as long as you needed, his hands gliding slowly up and down your thighs, fingertips smoothing over goosebumps and trembles. You still hadn’t moved from his face, straddling him with that dazed, blissed out look that made something possessive curl in his chest.

Eventually, you sighed, a soft, satisfied sound, and eased yourself off, sliding down to settle in his lap. Your thighs were sticky and warm against his, body still humming as you leaned into him, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, drawing you in close.

Chest to chest. Skin on skin. His girl in his lap like you belonged there forever.

He sat up fully, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Then another. His lips wandered lazily along your collarbone, neck, up to your jaw. Slow, reverent. Like he was savoring every inch of you, drinking you in like the sweetest wine and he was never going to get enough.

“You’re glowing,” he murmured against your skin, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile as you let out a breathy laugh.

“I better be,” you ran your fingers through his messy hair. “You practically made me see stars.”

He chuckled, low and smug, and kissed the corner of your mouth. Then, with a teasing tilt of your head, you sighed dramatically against his ear. “Happy birthday to me.”

And fuck, did something shift in him.

Yunho’s lips paused against your throat, then curled into a devilish smirk. His breath tickled your skin as he nuzzled closer to your ear, voice dropping low and intimate, silk laced with heat. “Tell me how you want me.”

The words were a promise. A gift. A temptation.

He kissed just beneath your ear, soft and slow, then added, “It’s your day, baby. You say the word, and I’ll do anything.”

One hand slid down your back, palm splayed against your spine, holding you steady. The other dipped lower, gripping your thigh, pulling you in closer, flush against the ache that had been building beneath his sweatpants all morning. He was hard, painfully so, but he didn’t move.

Not until you told him to.

His voice was breathless when he spoke again, the tension coiled thick in his gut.

“You want it slow?” he murmured. “Want me to lay you down and take my time, make you come again before I even fuck you?”

Another kiss, featherlight, to your cheek.

“Or you want it rough this time?” His teeth grazed your earlobe. “Want me to pin you down and ruin you a little?”

His hand gripped your thigh tighter, and he pressed up ever so slightly against your heat, just enough to tease, to let you feel exactly what you done to him.

“Tell me,” he whispered again, like a secret. “Tell me how to fuck my birthday girl.”

Yunho wasn’t sure what answer he expected, maybe something sweet, whispered shyly in his ear. Maybe something filthy, with your hand already stroking him through his sweats while you made promises you fully intended to keep.

What he didn’t expect… was your mouth on his. Hot and sure, all tongue and hunger, stealing the breath right out of his chest before he could take another.

He groaned into it, hands gripping your hips on instinct, but you were already shifting. Moving. Guiding.

And then, pushing him back down and Yunho let you. Happily. His back hit the pillows as you straddled his hips again, but this time, fuck, this time, you rolled your hips against his, slow and deliberate, and his whole body jerked beneath you.

“God…. baby,” he gasped, his eyes fluttering open just in time to catch your wicked little smile.

You didn’t say anything, hand sliding between you, dipping into the waistband of his sweats. His breath hitched hard as your fingers wrapped around him, warm and soft and sinful. His hips bucked reflexively, his hands twitching like he wanted to grab you again, but you were already one step ahead of him.

With your other hand, you reached across the bed, fingers brushing the edge of the bedside table, searching.

Yunho’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you….”

Then he saw it.

The scarf.

That ridiculous, obscenely sheer, leopard print scarf he’d worn on stage a few weeks ago, left behind when he’d come home still half drunk on adrenaline and thrown it somewhere in the chaos of taking you against the wall. He hadn’t even thought about it since.

But apparently, you had.

You smiled sweetly as your fingers closed around it, drawing it toward you like a magician unveiling the next part of a trick.

Yunho swallowed hard. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh,” you purred, stroking him slowly with one hand as you lifted the scarf with the other, “I absolutely would.”

He could’ve stopped you.

He could’ve grabbed your wrist.

But he didn’t.

He let you take his hands, guide his arms up over his head. His eyes never left yours, his heart pounding, breath shallow as the soft fabric slid around his wrists, looping once, twice, tight.

Then came the final twist, tying the extra length to the headboard, cinching it with a firm tug that made his dick twitch in your grip.

Yunho exhaled a low, shaky laugh.

“Oh my god.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, stroking him a little harder now. “How’s that feel, baby?”

“Dangerous,” he muttered, chest rising with every breath. “You’re fucking dangerous.”

She grinned. “You love it.”

God help him, he did.

Completely at your mercy, bound by a damn stage scarf that still smelled faintly like his cologne and your perfume, Yunho couldn’t even pretend to fight it. His arms strained slightly against the headboard as he bucked into your hand, eyes already hazy, wrists strained against the headboard as you shifted on top of him, grinding just once, slow and punishing, before lifting yourself off.

Yunho tried to follow you with his eyes, his head turning as far as it could, chest heaving. You were moving downward, crawling down his body with a look that made his blood run hot and his dick twitch in anticipation.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, voice half gone.

You just smirked, kissing his chest first, then his sternum. Your tongue darted out to taste the sweat already beginning to form along his skin. Then trailed lower, licking, nibbling, kissing, slow as molasses, savoring every inch of him.

Yunho clenched his fists, bound tight above his head, as your mouth moved over his stomach, nails lightly scraping down his ribs.

“Baby,” he choked, hips twitching. “You’re killing me…”

“Shh.” You licked just beneath his navel, breath hot. “I’m unwrapping my gift.”

Then your fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweats. He hissed as you tugged them down, dragging the fabric torturously slow over his hips, thighs, and finally off his legs, leaving him bare. Hard. Helpless.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, mischief dancing behind them.

Yunho’s entire body was on fire, his dick flushed and aching, already leaking at the tip. He groaned as you settled between his legs, palms smoothing up the inside of his thighs.

“Don’t tease,” he pleaded.

So, naturally, you did.

Your tongue was the first thing he felt. Just the barest flick, right at the tip, so soft and quick it made his entire body jolt.

Yunho let out a broken sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whine, his hips jerking up before you pushed them back down with a hand on his stomach.

“Stay still.”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can,” you murmured, licking the bead of precum off the slit with a delicate swirl of your tongue. “You’re my good boy for my birthday, remember?”

He nearly lost it right there as you licked again, this time slower. Just the tip. Teasing, tasting, letting him watch as your tongue danced over the most sensitive part of him like you had all day to do so.

And Yunho? Tied up, desperate, panting through clenched teeth, could do nothing but take it, shaking. Not in a dramatic, overdone way, but with the kind of twitching, subtle tremors that only came from true restraint. His fists were clenched tight above his head, bound by that ridiculous leopard scarf, his whole body taut like a drawn bowstring.

And you were still between his thighs, still fucking teasing him like you had all the time in the world, tongue swirling over the tip of his dick again, featherlight and slow. You let your lips brush him without wrapping them around him. Let your breath ghost over his skin between each barely there lick. You knew what you were doing, God, you knew.

Licking him like you were tasting frosting from your favorite dessert. Like he was a treat. A toy. Your own personal form of entertainment.

“You’re really not gonna take me?” he rasped, hips twitching helplessly beneath her. “You’re gonna do me like this?”

Your only reply was another lazy lick up the underside of his shaft.

“Baby… fuck…” he groaned, head pressing back into the pillow. “Please.”

Still no mercy.

You dragged your tongue up the vein on the side of his dick, swirling once around the head before pulling back to blow cool air over the slick.

Yunho actually whimpered.

And that? That earned him a smug little grin.

“Oh, now we’re getting somewhere,” you wrapped one perfectly manicured hand around the base of him just to hold him still. “Didn’t think I’d get you begging this fast.”

Yunho huffed, his chest rising with shallow, desperate breaths. “I’m not begging.”

“Mmm.” You flicked your tongue right across the slit again, making his whole body jolt. “No? Sounded a lot like *******please to me.”

He gritted his teeth and you licked him again. And again. Always just the tip. Just enough to keep him right there, to make him feel everything and get nothing.

“You always boss me around,” you teased softly, fingers stroking the base of him while your tongue danced at the head. “Always in control. Always making me beg.”

You looked up at him then, eyes dark and gleaming. “So today, you’re gonna be good for me.”

Yunho groaned, low and wrecked. “I am being good…”

“No, no, no,” you sang, pressing a kiss to the very tip, then resting your chin on his thigh. “Good boys don’t talk back. Good boys beg.”

You gave him one long, slow lick.

“Come on,” you taunted him. “Say it. Tell me how bad you want my mouth.”

Yunho’s body arched, his hands pulling instinctively at the scarf. He was dripping now, aching, completely at your mercy and half ready to lose his mind.

But when he looked down at you, smirking, smug, gorgeous, he felt his pride crack.

He licked his dry lips, voice rough and thick with need.

“Please,” he whispered, begging. “Let me feel it. Let me feel your mouth, baby. I need it so bad.”

You smiled like the devil.

Then flicked your tongue once more.

“Hmm. Almost.”

Yunho thought maybe, maybe, you would finally give him relief.

The way your eyes burned into his, the way you licked your lips before climbing back up his body, straddling his hips like you meant business, he really believed this was it. That his birthday girl was about to sink down on him and take what you already wrung him dry for.

But then?

You stopped.

Not sitting. Not grinding. Just… hovering.

Just high enough that his dick, red, leaking, throbbing, pressed against the slick heat of your pussy. The length of him sat snug between your folds, nudging your clit with every tiny shift.

And you grinned like you had won the lottery.

“Comfortable?” You asked, as if you weren’t actively torturing him with your body.

Yunho let out a guttural groan. “Baby, I swear…”

Your hips rolled forward just slightly.

Just enough for the head of his dick to drag against your clit.

Yunho’s mouth dropped open. Your gasp, soft and sweet, was like a match tossed onto gasoline.

And then? You wrapped your hand around him again.

“I’m just getting myself off,” you whispered, eyes half lidded, grinding slow and deliberate with him caught between you. “You don’t mind, do you?”

His brain was melting.

His dick, hot and twitching, throbbed helplessly in your fist as you stroked him with a rhythm that had nothing to do with mercy. Every pump of your hand slid him through your folds, the shaft of him gliding against your soaked pussy, the head catching on your clit each time you rolled your hips forward.

“Fuck…. fuck, baby”

“Shhh,” you breathed, biting your bottom lip. “Feels so good when it rubs right there…”

Yunho growled. Actually growled. His hips tried to thrust up, but you only pressed him back down with a firm grip on his stomach.

“Don’t move,” you scolded, breath hitching as another perfect pass of his cockhead made you twitch. “You don’t get to come until I say.”

He was about to lose it. His thighs trembled. His wrists strained. His abs flexed beneath your palm as your pussy brushed over him again and again, soaking him, teasing him, taunting him.

“Baby, please..”

You didn’t stop.

You just moaned softly, voice a little higher now, rhythm picking up, clit brushing him perfectly each time you stroked his dick and let the heat of your body glide down his length.

“You’re so hard for me,” you moaned, head tilting back. “So desperate. So fucking good like this…”

He was dying.

And he’d do it again.

Yunho’s world narrowed to one unbearable, maddening truth:

He was being used.

Used by the person he loved more than anything. Tied to the headboard by his own goddamn stage scarf, dick trapped between your soaking folds, slick and throbbing as you rode him not for his pleasure, but your own.

And it was so fucking hot, he could hardly breathe.

Your hand still stroked him, slow but purposeful, every motion dragging the head of him right across your clit. Over and over. Again and again. Your hips rolled with every stroke, chasing the friction, chasing the high, chasing your orgasm like he was just a means to an end.

“Fuck, Yunho…” you whimpered, breath hitching as you leaned forward, free hand bracing on his chest. “You feel so good like this…”

Yunho gasped as your pussy caught on the ridge of his head again, wetness coating every inch of him.

“I can’t…” he grunted, muscles straining beneath you. “I can’t take it..” he needed to be inside you.

“Yes, you can,” you teased, eyes locked onto his. “You’re gonna lay there and let me come all over your dick. Be good for me, baby.”

He groaned, so deep it was almost a growl.

His dick was leaking like he’d never been touched before. The ache, the pressure, unreal. But you didn’t care. You were grinding harder now, rhythm stuttering, thighs tightening around him as you moaned.

“Right there…. right fucking there!”

Yunho watched you come undone.

Watched your hips buck, body shake. Watched you throw your head back with a moan that shattered him, long, ragged, drenched in satisfaction as you came hard against him.

Your pussy throbbed against the tip of his dick, soaking him in warmth and slick and the sheer power of it. He felt every pulse of it like it was inside you, like he’d earned it, even though you still hadn’t let him in.

Yunho’s head fell back. His wrists twisted in the scarf. He let out a broken, desperate sound that barely qualified as a whimper.

“Please,” he choked out. “Baby, please let me…”

You cut him off with a kiss.

Hot. Deep. Smug as hell.

Then you leaned back up, blinking through the haze of your high, and grinned down at him.

“Not yet,” you said sweetly. “You haven’t earned it.”

Yunho was barely holding on.

His body was strung tight, sweat slicking his chest and throat, wrists aching where they pulled against the scarf tied to the headboard. His dick was pulsing, painfully hard, flushed, dripping, and all you done was grind on him and stroke him like he was a toy made for you and only you.

He’d begged. Pleaded. Whispered your name like a prayer and a curse.

And now?

Now your hand was back.

Wrapped around him again, slick with your release, stroking him slow at first. Teasing. Just enough friction to drive him insane.

“Please,” he rasped, voice cracked. “Please, baby, please, I need to come…”

“Shh,” you cooed teasingly, leaning over him, lips brushing his jaw. “You’ll get to. When I say.”

He groaned, hips jerking up into your fist, chasing the rhythm you were building. It was getting faster now, tight and perfect. Your thumb dragged over the head of him and Yunho saw stars.

“I’m close,” he gasped. “Fuck… baby, I’m gonna…”

You stopped, pulled your hand back.

Gone.

Gone.

Yunho let out a strangled, broken sound of pure agony. His hips bucked at nothing, the climax that had been clawing up his spine ripped away in the cruelest way possible.

He was panting. Twitching. Nearly shaking from the denial.

And you smiled.

“Oh, my poor baby,” you mocked, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach. “So close again?”

He could only groan. Desperate. Ruined.

You waited just long enough for his muscles to twitch down from the edge, then wrapped your hand around him again.

This time, you stroked him hard and fast.

No build up. No teasing.

Just raw, perfect friction, slick and tight and merciless.

Yunho’s entire body arched off the bed, his moan breaking free with no filter, no control. He was coming, dick twitching violently in your hand, spilling over your fingers and his own stomach, breath ragged and uneven as you didn’t stop.

And then?

You moved.

While he was still coming, still gasping through the peak, you sank down onto him.

“Fuuuuuuck” His voice broke entirely.

You were hot. Wet. Tight.

So tight he saw white.

The sensation of you wrapped around him while his orgasm still tore through him was too much, too good, fucking illegal. His hands gripped at nothing. His hips jerked helplessly beneath you as you seated yourself fully, moaning at the stretch.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, shivering as you adjusted to his size. “You’re still coming….. shit…”

“Can’t….” Yunho groaned, head thrown back, teeth clenched. “I can’t… fuck… you’re gonna kill me…”

Your hands pressed to his chest, keeping him grounded, controlled. His dick twitched violently inside you, still spasming as you squeezed around him, milking every last drop.

Yunho didn’t know where he was anymore.

His brain was gone, melted, blown to pieces, drenched in the white hot haze of overstimulation. His arms were still tied above his head, body slick with sweat, lips parted as he tried to remember how to breathe.

And you, God, you were still riding him.

Hard.

Fast.

Stopping just once to pull up as you didn’t come but the sheer thrust of him inside you making you squirt. Wetness soaked him as you sank back on him.

Your hands braced on his chest, thighs slapping against his with each bounce once again, wet and hot and merciless. You hadn’t slowed down for a second. You had taken him inside while he was still coming and just kept going, using the aftershocks of his orgasm like a weapon.

Every thrust was agony. Pleasure. Torture.

He was so sensitive he could barely think. His dick pulsed helplessly inside you, every inch of him raw and twitching, overstimulated to the edge of madness.

“Baby…” he gasped, voice hoarse, eyes fluttering shut. “I can’t… I can’t, fuck, it’s too much…..”

You didn’t stop.

Didn’t even flinch.

Instead, you slowed just enough to lean forward, pace easing as you reached up, soft and deliberate, and wrapped your hand around his throat.

Yunho’s eyes snapped open.

You hovered just above him, grip firm but careful, grounding him as you smirked down at his ruined, breathless face.

“Shhhh…” Your thumb brushed along his jaw. “What is it you always say to me when I say that exact same thing?”

Yunho stared at you, dazed, panting as you leaned in, lips brushing his ear as you repeated his words back to him, the same words he would say to you when you were in his position.

“I know you’ve got another in you.”

His whole body shuddered.

And then you slammed back down.

He gasped, no sound, just breath. You started moving again, riding him hard, riding him through it, even as he whined, even as his hips jerked and his dick throbbed with the threat of another climax that he wasn’t ready for.

His fingers curled tight in the scarf, knuckles white, throat caught in your hand, and the burn in his gut came fast, too fast. You kept your eyes locked on his, moaning your pace quickened again, grinding down when you felt him twitch.

“You’re gonna come for me again,” your hand tightened around his throat just enough to make his eyes roll back. “Be good. Let go.”

Yunho broke.

He came again with a cry, loud and unrestrained, body shaking as his dick spilled inside you, throbbing violently with another orgasm that left him gasping, undone, and completely yours.

You didn’t stop until every last pulse finished. Until he was wrecked. Used. Overwhelmed.

Yunho didn’t know how he was still hard.

He shouldn’t be. His thighs were trembling, his abs flexing with every breath, and his dick had just emptied itself into you again, pulsing and twitching inside you like it had nothing left to give.

But then you kissed his jaw. “One more.”

Soft. Sweet. Inevitable.

You didn’t lift off him. You didn’t start bouncing again. No, this time, you ground your hips down against his, slow and deep, rolling your body like you knew every nerve ending inside him personally.

Yunho gasped. His hands clenched in the scarf above him. “I… I can’t….”

“Yes you can,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear. “I know you can, baby.”

Your hands flattened against his chest for balance, thighs framing his hips as you rocked against him again. The drag of your pussy over his spent dick was too much and not enough at once. Wet. Hot. Clenching. Needy.

You were chasing it now, your final high, rolling your hips in slow, tight circles as you kissed along his jaw again and again, whispering breathless little praises in between gasps.

“You feel so good,” you moaned. “Still so fucking hard inside me… Yunho…”

Yunho could barely breathe. His hips bucked instinctively beneath you, caught in the rhythm of your grind, the sheer heat of you soaking around him.

You were close. He could feel it. The flutter of your walls, the little whimpers in your throat, the desperate tilt of your hips.

And somehow, somehow, he felt the burn start to build again.

No way. No fucking way.

But it was happening.

You leaned down, foreheads nearly touching, fingers lacing gently into his sweat damp hair as she whispered against his lips. “Come with me.”

One more roll of your hips, just right, and he snapped.

Yunho let out a broken moan, his dick twitching inside you as you gasped, your own orgasm slamming into you like a wave. Your body locked up, trembling on top of him as you came with a choked cry, pussy pulsing around him, milking every last ounce of him all over again.

Your moans tangled.

Your hips rocked through it.

And when the aftershocks finally stilled, when the shaking slowed and the gasps softened into breathless laughter, you collapsed onto him, chest to chest, arms draped around his shoulders, lips pressed to the hollow of his throat.

Yunho was floating somewhere between post orgasm bliss and complete physical shutdown.

His arms were still tied above his head, wrists sore but forgotten. His body, still trembling in places, was pinned under you, your chest pressed to his, breath steadying, thighs cradling his hips like you had no plans to move for the next ten years.

And he was still inside you.

Softening now, yes. But not gone. Not even close. You were warm and snug and curled into him like you meant to cockwarm him until the next century. He loved it. He hated it. He wanted to die and do it again.

You shifted just slightly, and he whimpered.

“Shhh,” you hummed, lips brushing his throat. “You’re fine.”

And he was.

Until the door opened.

“Happy Birthdaaaa…”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD.”

The scream came from Wooyoung, who stood frozen in the doorway, both arms extended forward holding a handmade cake, slightly tilted, decorated in frosting that read “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!”

Behind him, San let out a strangled gasp and physically backpedaled into Yeosang, who dropped the soju bottle he’d been carrying with a muted thud.

Yunho’s eyes flew open.

He looked at you. Still on top of him.

You looked at him. Absolutely not moving.

You both looked at the door.

And Wooyoung? Still. Holding. The. Cake.

“Oh my god,” San whispered, face already turning red. “Is he… is he tied up?”

“WITH THE SCARF?!” Wooyoung shrieked. “IS THAT…. IS THAT YOUR STAGE SCARF?!”

Yeosang, hands in his hoodie pockets, stared for a beat too long. Then quietly said, “You guys didn’t lock the door?”

Yunho let out the softest, most broken, “Please kill me.”

But the cherry on top?

Was you.

Still comfortably seated on top of him, not the least bit panicked, chin resting on his chest like you hadn’t just ridden him into next week. You glanced toward the open door, utterly unbothered, then gave a sweet, satisfied little smile.

“Hi, Woo. Is that cake for me?”

Wooyoung screamed, dropped the cake on the nightstand in horror, and slammed the door shut.

Yunho groaned like his soul had just ascended without him.

“Please untie me,” he whispered, eyes closed. “Please untie me before I have to go live in the mountains forever.”

You just giggled. And didn’t move an inch.

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