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Office hours

Synopsis: Working hard for an upcoming promotion, the last thing you need is your boss glued to your back for no apparent reason. Stubborn as you are, you're set on finding out why. So when you do, you realize he isn't the last thing, but everything you need.

Pairing: CEO!Yunho x office worker!afab reader (ft. Hongjoong) Wordcount: 10.7k | 5k plot - 6k smut

Content: 18+ mdni; big dick yunho, somewhat cheating?? but not rlly, choking, dom!Yunho, degrading, face fucking, fingering, oral both!receiving, unprotected sex (stay safe irl!!), liiiittle bit of pegging, a tiny bit of voyeurism?, spit play

The soft sounds of rain droplets run against your window, thunder and lightning about to make their way to you. Next to the tapping of the rain, the only noise audible is the clicking of your keyboard, as you sit in your office wrapping up the last pieces of paperwork.

Someone gently knocks on your door and when you tell them to come in, Jeong Yunho enters, politely greeting you. "Miss, I think it's time for you to go home. Take a rest." you quickly stand up and bow your head, holding back the surprised look on your face. It's not often that your boss comes your way, let alone to your office. "What brings you here Mr. Jeong?" you offer him a seat in one of the chairs in front of your desk before pushing close the laptop you have been working on.

"I saw light in your office and was wondering why you're still working, at this time of day, or I should probably say, night." he takes a performative look at the watch on his wrist.

"Well, there's some documents I'd like to finish today, to lighten my workload. I want to clear my schedule as much as possible for the upcoming project. As you know, I need to perform well." you give Mr. Jeong a polite smile, before opening your laptop again after realizing he has no pressing matters to be discussed. "Also, it just started raining, so I'd rather use my time wisely, instead of getting soaked trying to get home. My car is in maintenance."

Your superior doesn't seem delighted at your response and leans back in his chair. He watches you type on your computer for a while before speaking up again. "You know you can always ask for one of the secretaries to help, right?" his hand reaches up and tugs on his tie to loosen it slightly. Your eyes flicker up to him for a second before concentrating on the screen again. "Yeah sure," you scoff, "because someone in my position needs help? I know HR and most importantly you are watching me, Sir."

You finally stop typing and look up into Mr. Jeongs eyes. "I won't be throwing this chance away, just because I'm a little worn out."

A loud rumbling of thunder suddenly arises and the loud banging makes you flinch. Mr. Jeong chuckles lightly before opening the top button of his shirt, eyes never leaving yours. "I think you're too paranoid, which is not a good quality in a leading position." he winks at you. You clench your jaw, realizing he'd be able to turn anything you say to his favor.

"I'm not trying to sabotage you, neither do I think you're lazy. I sincerely wish for you to go home because it's late." a soft smile flashes across his face. "A couple of investors are coming in on short notice tomorrow and I haven't told any of the candidates yet, because I'm planning to call in an emergency meeting." Mr. Jeong immediately catches the confusion in your face and before you can even ask, he answers your question.

"I'm only letting you in on this, because you are so adamant on working at this ungodly hour. So do me a favor and tell no one of this." he puts his finger up to his lips as if to shush you, though you already know it isn't a request, but a command. You nod slowly, packing up your things with a sigh.

Strangely enough, Mr. Jeong waits for you and the two of you leave your office together. A soft jingle is playing when the doors of the elevator open and the two of you enter. Your hand reaches out to press the button for the lobby, but Mr. Jeong grabs your wrist and instead presses the button for the underground parking lot.

"I'm driving you home."

You open your mouth to somehow decline his offer, but he shuts you down immediately. "I insist, Ms. y/s."

a/n; y/s meaning your surname or last name

You're feeling tired and you don't have it in you to fight back today, so you decide to just go along with it. Yet you can't help but be provocative. "Sir, I don't mean to be rude nor am I interpreting this the wrong way, but are you sure this is okay for your wife?" Mr. Jeong stops in his tracks and looks at you amused. He gives you a light smile just for it to turn into a stern, almost threatening look. "What my wife deems to be okay or not, is none of your business, Ms. y/s. I suggest you be thankful of my generosity, driving you home." he almost seems a little on edge, so you're sure you've hit a sensitive spot. Needless to say, you regret asking in the first place.

You mumble out a quick apology, before entering his car, Mr. Jeong holding open the door for you. It's a little awkward when he settles in place next to you and you try to avoid his gaze. "Give me your adress." his deep voice makes you shift in your seat and you hope for the ride to end as quickly as possible, when the car has just left the parking lot. Arms crossed, you're crouched in your seat and watch the raindrops on your window rolling down.

Mr. Jeong seems to misread your body language and increases the heater. For a while you withstand the thick air, but soon you find it unbearable, due to the windows being closed because of the now heavy rain. You take off your jacket and fan air with your hand, all the while Mr. Jeong doesn't seem affected at all. "Sir, how long is the ride?"

"We'll be there soon, don't worry." you almost feel like you can sense a sly smile on his lips, but you don't want to stare at him too obviously. Is he doing this on purpose? Too embarrassed to ask if he can turn off the heater, you can't seem to get behind it, so you try not to think about it any further and keep your eyes plastered onto the dark street in front of you.

When the car finally comes to a stop, you're sure your face is all flushed from the heat, blouse sticking to your back from the sweat. Even Mr. Jeong seems to be hot now, his breathing a little heavier, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Why wouldn't he just turn on the AC? You can't help but let your gaze linger a little on his upper body, veins flowing down his arms to the hands, that were gripping the steering wheel up until now.

Quickly you advert your eyes, undoing your seatbelt. Suddenly Mr. Jeong undoes his too, your brows furrowing in confusion. "Relax, I'm just bringing you to your front door, since you don't have an umbrella." He leaves the car, draping his jacket over his head. When he opens your door, he leans down to cover you from the rainfall. "Nothing my wife should be upset about." he adds, earning an embarrassed look from you.

You close the car door and Mr. Jeong holds his jacket above his head, urging you to slip beside him. You hesitantly press up against him while the two of you slowly walk over to your apartment complex. His arm sneaks around your shoulder, holding you close while shielding you from the rain. You can feel the heat radiating from him and you're sure your body feels just as hot to him.

When you reach the front door, which luckily has a small roof, he lowers his jacket and scans your body. "You're so wet." and for a split second, your heartbeat increases, before realizing he was talking about your legs, that hadn't been covered from the rain. Though for some reason, you feel like his choice of words was intentional.

"It's okay, I'm home now, aren't I?" you give him a wry smile before fishing for the key in your bag. "Thank you Mr. Jeong, I appreciate it. I hope it wasn't too big of an inconvenience."

"Not at all miss, anything to have you home safe and sound." he reaches out his hand to see you off with a handshake. Hesitantly you grab it, as you would usually bow and not say goodbye western style. His big hand wraps around yours, long fingers enveloping almost all of it. "See you tomorrow Ms. y/s. Rest well ." his thumb caresses your skin a few times before finally letting go, an undoubtedly ominous smile on his lips.

You hurry inside when he leaves, leaning against the door of your apartment.

What the hell was that?

When you wake up the next day and get ready for work, you can`t help but wonder about last night. In the beginning you had been sure Mr. Jeong just wanted to be nice and maybe somewhat make a picture of his own, of one of the candidates for the recently vacant position of chief operating officer.

The company was running on the efforts of young people, but for someone as young as you to work their way up the ranks this quickly, was still an astounding accomplishment. You knew this and so did everyone else. It had gained you a newfound respect, as well as some enemies, though mainly older collegues who were envious of you. Since Mr. Jeong hadn't been the CEO for long (the chairman had stepped down from the position of chief executive officer) he naturally wasn't too informed about the strengths of the higher ranking employees.

It was in fact his spot that opened up, as he got promoted from COO to CEO. You feel uneasy, not knowing his intentions after last night. Was it just some kind of manipulation tactic to see if you are fit for the position? Or was he acually hitting on you? You try to convince yourself you're just reading into it, but you know all too well even a marriage won't keep a man from cheating.

And now that you think about it, you realize you barely see Mr. Jeong without a female coworker next to him. All this, while wearing a ring on his finger.

A few hours later, you find yourself looking at exactly this ring, as Mr. Jeong has called in the emergency meeting, just like he said he would. Somewhat you are a little prepared thanks to him telling you in advance, but it also pressures you to perform even better, as if he is expecting it from you.

"Ms. y/s, I would like to have a word with you." Mr. Jeong calls out to you after the meeting ends. He doesn't even look up from the sheets scattered on the table, voice sounding almost concerned. When the conference room has cleared, the two of you sit in silence for a while, until you speak up. "Sir, what did you want to talk about?"

Finally his eyes meet yours and he looks.. disappointed. "As you probably have noticed, I told everyone in advance of this 'emergency meeting'. I wanted to see how each one of you would prepare themselves."

You definitely had noticed. The meeting went by too fast and smooth, for it to be truly a surprise for all the participants present. 'So it was a ruse all along' you think to yourself feeling relieved. He was indeed just trying to get you out of concept, not hitting on you.

"You didn't satisfy me today." and maybe speaking ambiguously was just his thing...

"I expected you to make good use of my briefing, but you didn't. Why didn't you prepare your materials properly?"

"I felt like it would've been weird if I seemed too well prepared in comparison to my colleagues. Also I deemed it unfair to those who didn't know about the meeting." you admit, hands fumbling with the hem of your blouse beneath the table. "Well Ms. y/s, the world just isn't fair." Mr. Jeong sighs and leans back in his chair. "Look. I still think you are a suitable candidate and I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, because I know very well what it's like to be working with all of these geezers."

A smile forms on your lips as he starts speaking so informal. Jeong Yunho is only a couple years older than you, of course having the advantage of being the chairmans son, nonetheless. "So please promise me to be a little more selfish? I think being fair is an important quality, but wit also is." you nod along, feeling almost ashamed.

"Mr. Jeong can I ask you something?" fiddling with your hands, you try to hold his gaze. "Are you only looking out for me because we almost share the same age, or is there another reason..?"

"What other reason would there be?" his voice sounds surprised and it has your cheeks heat up from the embarassment. "None.. please ignore what I just said."

He gives you an indifferent look before finally letting you go. "I suppose you'll be working late again today, Ms. y/s?"

"Yes sir, is there anything you need?"

"Nothing in particular, I'll just be dropping off some spreadsheets at your office." he gives you a last polite smile before his eyes are fixated on the papers in front of him. You leave the conference room, quickly making your way to your office.

Why would he need to drop off spreadsheets by himself when a mere assistant could do the same? You groan and fall into your chair, massaging your temples. Jeong Yunhos weird behavior is getting to you and you're sure it's part of his scheme. It doesn't help that he is (per your judging) the most attractive man in this company which oh so happens to partly belong to him? This whole situation feels like bullshit.

You just want the scouting part to be done and over with and the new chief operating officer to be announced, so you don't need to deal with this anymore.

'Hold out y/n, think of your future.' you affirm yourself, tapping back into work.

When it's dark outside, a knock on your door brings you to pry your eyes away from your laptop. You expect it to be your boss, but instead Kim Hongjoong enters, a colleague you grew rather close with over the past few years.

"Hongjoong? What do you need?" surprised to see him, you take a little break. "Why do you always suppose I need something?" he pouts a little, letting himself fall onto your office chair. "I was working until now and haven't had dinner yet. You wanna clock out and grab something to eat?"

Just as the words leave his lips, you can feel your stomach rumbling. Today was not a good day. The exhaustion is creeping up your body and for once, you really want to get out of your office and stop working. With a nod, you save all drafts on your laptop and get ready to leave.

"What do you wanna eat?" you ask your friend, opening the door for him. But Hongjoong doesn't reply and just stands still with a startled look on his face. Mr. Jeong stands right in front of your door, hand balled to a fist - he was about to knock when you opened up.

"Mr. Kim. What are you doing in Ms. y/s' office at this hour?" Mr. Jeong sounds a little taken aback but you can't pinpoint why. Hongjoong quickly bows before replying. "Good evening Sir. We were just about to leave the office together."

Jeong Yunhos gaze turns towards you and he looks disappointed. "I thought I told you earlier I was dropping by."

"I-it's late already, I thought you weren't coming anymore." you stammer, trying to find an excuse. In all honesty you were hoping not to see him anymore after todays dilemma. "Hongjo- I mean Mr. Kim, I'll be with you in a second." you say, gesturing him to wait outside.

"You don't need to wait up Mr. Kim. I'll need Ms. y/s to tend to these documents," he wavers the papers in his hands in the air, "It'll take a while for sure."

And with those words, Mr. Jeong closes the door in front of your friends face, not even waiting for a reply.

You just stand there dumbfounded. What just happened? "Sir, we were actually about to have dinner..." you mumble, "it's really late, can't I look over the papers tomorrow?"

He ponders for a moment, before leaning against the door with crossed arms. "If you're too tired to be working on these, then you shouldn't be going out to eat with a coworker." his tone is sharp and his eyes are squinting at you.

"W-well I can't really sleep on an empty stomach." you give him an apologetic look.

He closes his eyes slowly and sighs quietly. "Excuse me, I'm not sure what has gotten into me. Of course you need to rest. These can wait." he places the sheets on your desk. "Guess that means we'll be spending more time together tomorrow." a light smile spreads across his face. You keep getting this suspicious feeling in the back of your mind and you're really hoping you're wrong, but you feel like Mr. Jeong is... jealous.

"What do you want to eat?"

Surprisedly you raise your eyebrows in surprise at his question. "You said you're hungry. So I'll take you out for dinner. I'm sure Mr. Kim is already long gone."

You have to hold back a scoff at Mr. Jeongs statement. You are very sure Mr. Kim hasn't gotten that far and is probably still in this very building. But you get the feeling you shouldn't be disagreeing with your superior right now, so there's nothing you can do except for giving into him.

"I don't really care, you can choose the restaurant, sir." you reply, wondering how your dinner plans with Hongjoong suddenly turned into dinner plans with your boss, Jeong Yunho.

Somehow, this becomes an almost daily occurence. Mr. Jeong comes by your office unannounced in the evenings to 'discuss work matters', or finds ways to have you come to his instead, like entrusting you with delivering important papers to a colleague "because a simple assistant could mess things up" or "because you should look into the documents as well". When it gets too late, he ends office hours with you and insists on driving you home just like the first time, eventhough you have your car back.

Soon you can't deny the fact you're starting to grow fond of him. He's very charming, knows how to make you laugh and when he smiles at you it gives you this fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach, which you try to ignore. Most importantly; you find working with him most pleasant. Mr. Jeong is smart and hardworking, it makes sense to you that he was given the opportunity to lead the company at such a young age, even when related to the chairman.

Older colleagues had been in favor of the position, but still didn't make it.

Slowly but surely, having him this close to you is making you go insane. Your intuition tells you he's being way too nice for a superior, or any other colleague at that. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but you're not ready to admit it yet. Buying you coffee, leaving work together and one time him inviting you out for lunch (which you declined) have the rumours rolling, which isn't great at a crucial time like this. But your biggest concern is the way you can feel yourself catching feelings for him. A married man, who is also your superior.

After almost three weeks of this, you finally snap.

Mr. Jeong had just ordered you to come to his office again, pray tell what reason he'd find today. You take a deep breath, collecting your thoughts.

This was driving you crazy and you couldn't go on like this.

Before entering, you try to calm yourself, as your job could be on the line for this. You knock, waiting for his approval. When you enter the room, a godly picture unfolds before you.

Mr. Jeong has rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top three buttons, leaving little to imagine. His cologne lingers in the air, almost as if sprayed on a few minutes ago. His hair is dissheveled, cheeks having a rosy taint to them. He's so focused on his papers he doesn't even bother to greet, nor look up at you.

Your breath catches in your throat for a second, but you keep your resilience. "I can't seem to figure out this problem.." he mumbles, inviting you via hand gesture to sit, eyes still locked with the documents. You sit down in front of him as he turns around the papers. For a few seconds you scan it with your eyes, looking for the issue. As fast as you realize the numbers for a recent project aren't adding up, you also realize the problem doesn't even lie in your department. He should have called someone else to his office, but instead he summoned you here. There was no way he wasn't playing you right now.

"Mr. Jeong please be honest with me. Are you testing me right now? Is it because of my age? To see if i would sleep with my handsome boss to get a promotion?" you blurt out, no longer willing to have him play tricks on you.

"You think I'm handsome?" he retorts, lips wearing a gentle smile.

You immediately feel your face heat up, being at a loss of words for a hot minute. "No! that's not what I... sir, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"No, I don't think I know. Would you care to enlighten me, Ms. y/s?", his tone has some playfulness to it, almost as if he's enjoying seeing you flustered.

"You call me to your office to solve a problem, which I will barely be any help for. I was neither the project manager nor did I even take part in this one. It's a way different compartment, so why would you involve me out of all people?" your brows seem to be furrowed in anger, but in reality it's your anxiety.

Rudely confronting your superior like this wasn't your greatest idea. But now that you had started, you couldn't just back off like a scared dog. "I think you're reading into this. As potential future chief operating officer you will be faced with things like these all the time. Even if they don't fall under your specialized compartment." Mr. Jeong doesn't seem offended by you stepping out of line and you wonder why.

"Of course I know this, but usually I'd be taking the issue on with the people involved, who were actually working on the project. So where is the project leader? Why are we alone?" You cross your arms in front of your chest. "Why have we been alone so many times for the past few weeks?"

"I commend you for being so insistent, but I get the feeling you're just seeing what you want to see. I've been so good to you, giving insights on tasks and a routine. After all I was favoring you as a candidate. Is this the thanks I get for taking you under my wing?" he replies nonchalantly and you can't help but still be sure he's favoring you in more ways than just work.

Just seeing what you wanted to see? Bullshit, but you can't exactly call your superior a liar. There's nothing else left to say as he keeps denying your allegations, and you feel like you've crossed the line way too far already, so you give up on it.

"I'm guessing it's safe to say I am not in your favor anymore, seeing as you used the word 'was'." lips pressed shut tightly as you try to hold back the heavy feeling in your chest. You really messed up here. "I apologize for my rudeness sir. I'll make sure I won't behave improperly again." you stand up and bow deep, about to take your leave.

Somehow you wonder if maybe you were indeed delusional. The way Mr. Jeong is denying everything you accused him of, hurts. A lot. You had been so sure over the time being, that he was acting differently towards you than other colleagues. And now that you had caught feelings, you needed to confront him. For the sake of your mental well being, as well as the sake of your future at this company.

Mr. Jeong watches you quietly, almost as if he's not sure what to say after your sudden change of heart. Just before stepping out of the room, you turn your head back, looking him directly in the eyes. "Just so you know sir, I still stand by what I said earlier. Now that I'm out of the picture for the position I would like to ask you to stop coming to my office late at night." you bite your bottom lip, hesitant to say the following words.

"It's... giving me the wrong idea."

The stern look on his face turns into a softer one, almost apologetic. "Y/n."

You halt your movements as he suddenly calls you out by your first name. "Did I go to far?" he stands up, hands leaning on his desk. "Please forgive me."

You still stand in the doorway, now completely baffled by the unexpected turn of events. Slowly you step back into the room, closing the door. "You weren't wrong." Mr. Jeong says, inviting you to sit on his office couch. "I didn't want to admit it right away, because I wanted to be sure you want this as well." he explains, but you don't care for that part anymore.

He's had you on his radar weeks before you were even in question as a possible candidate, but there was never reason to summon you. When he decided to join the recruitment committee himself, he knew he had to take the chance, but he wasn't planning on telling you that.

Your mind is racing with thoughts as you try to figure out what to say. He walks over to you, sitting down carefully, your legs almost touching.

"Don't you think I noticed the way you kept looking at me every time we encountered? And especially now?" He refers to his unbuttoned shirt which your eyes keep flickering to. "T-that's because it's all out in the open!" hand automatically reaching up to shield your view from his defined torso, you whine while blushing,

He doesn't reply and instead grabs your wrist, guiding your hand to his chest onto the exposed skin. His warm skin meets your fingers and you suck in a string of air at the contact. "Mr Jeong.." you warn him "I have a job to lose and you a wife." but his grip doesn't let up.

This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you confronted him. All you wanted to hear was a clear explanation and that you weren't making things up.

"Not if it's within my company." he retorts back with furrowed brows.

"Do you know I consider this psychological warfare? Competing for a promotion but also being at odds to be eliminated any second because my boss who is married is hitting on me?" he finally lets go of your wrist and you pull back your hand.

Scoffing, he's leaning his arm onto the couchs' backrest. "Then care to explain to me why you're dressed like you want me to take off all your clothes each time you come in here? Your skirts get shorter every time I see you." he lets his eyes wander over your body, but doesn't come any closer. "You don't consider that psychological warfare?"

You know you started putting more effort into your outfits and make up, but you hate to admit that it was all for him. Wearing skirts almost everyday, when before you used to wear pants all year long.

"Are you sure you'll be able to walk away from me right now?" he sounds like he's challenging you and you would love to prove him wrong, but you can't.

You stay seated as you're torn on what to do. The rational answer would be to leave his office immediately and try talking to him tomorrow, preferably in an open space. Your mind tells you to stand up, but your body doesn't comply.

The smell of his cologne mixed with his body odor, the flushed cheeks, everything about him makes you want to stay. "I don't know what to do." you confess, hands trembling in your lap.

"But I do."

He leans forward, hand cupping your cheek and his soft lips gently kiss yours. Your eyes flutter shut and all the restraint you had left flies out the window. When he pulls back just a little to look at you, his cheeks are even rosier than before.

He looks like a dream.

"I won't touch you any further if you don't tell me to." he whispers, his hot breath fanning against your face.

"You already did, Yunho." this time you speak with confidence, knowing there's no going back anyway. "So do it again." Your hand holds onto his thigh as you move upwards to embrace his lips in another kiss. His hand flies to your hip and his chest immediately presses up against yours as he pushes you back to lay down on the couch. "I have.. been waiting.. for so long..." he manages to say in between kisses, before grabbing your hair and gently tugging, to suck on the skin on your neck. "Say my name again."

You quietly moan out, arms propped up behind you on their elbows. "Y-yunho..." The hand that was on your hip moves to slip under your shirt, pushing the bra underneath up your boobs. His fingers cup your breast and he slightly pinches your nipple, making you arch your back into his touch. You let yourself fall onto your back to unbutton your blouse, giving him free access.

Yunho takes in the sight of you sprawled out beneath him, dick growing harder by the second. "So fucking pretty..." his hair falls into his eyes and you wipe them away only to reach behind his neck and pull him back in for another kiss. He kisses you sloppily, tongue deep in your throat.

You can't remember the last time anyone has made you feel this good and Yunho was just getting started.

When he pulls back for air, a string of saliva still connects your lips, you quickly unclasp your bra and throw it to the ground along with your blouse. You look stunning to him and it's taking everything in Yunhos might to take his time with you instead of just pulling his cock out and fucking you stupid.

His long fingers graze the marks he has just left on your neck, before plunging two of them into your mouth. A soft whimper escapes your lips as your tongue swirls around his digits, sucking on them eagerly. Wishing he could take a picture and frame it in his office, Yunho groans at the sight.

His unoccupied hand pushes up your skirt to reveal some laced panties and he gives you a little slap onto your clothed throbbing cunt, which makes you moan out loudly around his fingers.

"Are my fingers not enough to keep you quiet? Maybe I need to stuff your mouth with my cock instead." your moaning earns yourself another slap before he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, circling them around your left nipple.

You watch as he hovers over you, kneeling inbetween your legs. His fingers leave your nipple and without warning he pushes your panties to the side to slide them into your heat. Your saliva as well as your wetness make it way too easy and your lips part to choke out a moan. Yunho grabs your jaw and brings himself close, but instead of kissing you like you anticipated, he spits into your open mouth.

You clench around his fingers in surprise then swallowing all of it, the rest that landed on your bottom lip distributing onto your chin with the help of his thumb. Never in your life did you think you could be so at mercy for a man, but here you are.

Yunho looks like he's about to devour you but your focus is directed at the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you, occasionally curling inside.

"More.." you manage to whimper, begging him for more stimulation. His lips turn upwards into a smirk as he adds another finger. You feel something cold enter you and you can tell it's his wedding ring that's pushing you to another level of pleasure.

"Look at my little slut getting off on a married mans fingers.." Yunho coos as he watches your cunt greedily suck in his fingers. Your heavy breathing quiets down as you accomodate to him stretching you out, knowing you need even more.

You bite your still wet bottom lip and look up into his eyes, one hand roaming his body until it stops at his bulge. "I need you inside of me, now."

But Yunho isn't done with you yet.

"What you need, is to have some respect." his fingers come to a complete halt and you whimper at the sudden loss of friction. He pulls them out only to rid you of your skirt and panties, leaving you completely naked on his couch.

Lips come crashing into yours, followed by his hand on your throat, smearing your juices onto you. His hips start rolling into yours, the friction of the fabric against your throbbing clit driving you insane. "I'll fuck you when you deserve to be fucked." he says through gritted teeth, his cock starting to painfully twitch in his tight pants.

Now kneeling over you, he's pulling his shirt over his head. You can't help but stare at his chest in awe, fighting the urge to suck hickeys all over his torso.

Yunho chuckles at your dazed look before grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank your head up, now eye leveling his crotch. "Suck me off and I might consider fucking you." Having no time to waste your hands are pulling down his zipper and freeing his cock from his underwear. You let out a long breath as you finally hold his dick in your hands, so long and girthy you start worrying if you can even fit the head in your mouth.

Precum is leaking from his slit and you hesitantly give the tip kitten licks before pushing it into your mouth. Yunho lets out a soft sigh, relishing in the feeling of your warm cheeks embracing him.

You test the waters by slowly pushing him in further, only to halt abruptly when you start choking on him.

"Who said you could stop?" His hand flies to your head to push you down on his length, tears filling up your eyes as you try to breathe. Your hands grip onto his thighs to steady yourself, not being able to get in more than half of his cock.

Slowly his hips start moving and you have to do nothing but stay still and be his little fuckdoll. His moans grow louder each time he thrusts himself into you, the sound being your new favorite melody. You're sure that by now there must be stains on his couch from the way your wetness keeps pooling in your heat.

One of your hands sneaks down to rub small circles over your clit, which leads you to ellicit a small moan, dick still stuffed deep in your throat. He pulls out of you, only to let his fat cock slap against your cheek.

"I don't remember giving you permission to touch yourself." He frowns before stealing your air supply again, now bucking his hips into your face with even more fervor than before.

You whine out and grab onto the couch. Your jaw is starting to hurt and you know you can't keep this up much longer. You knew he was packing, having stolen glances at his crotch over the past weeks, but you didn't expect him to be this big.

When his hips finally start to stutter, you're already so fucked out, saliva dripping down your chin onto your breasts.

Your eyes are halfway closed as tears roll down your cheeks, Yunho being all you could feel, smell or see.

He comes to a complete halt, shooting his load down your throat, letting out a deep moan. "F-fuck." You feel the bitterness spread in your mouth and quickly swallow down the warm liquid. His eyes are fixed on your beautiful face and the way you're taking everything so well. When he pulls his softening cock out of your mouth, he strokes your hair, gently lowering you onto your back.

"So?" you ask him, hands grazing over his nicely toned muscles.

"So what?" Yunho asks back with a confused smile on his lips.

"Do I deserve getting fucked?"

He's trapping you in between his arms and the couch, eyes never leaving yours.

"You deserve getting ruined." his lips meet yours again, licking off the remains of his own cum. Slowly he's peppering kisses all over your neck, moving down to your chest, slightly grazing one nipple with his teeth. Yunho starts sucking on the hard bud when you let out little whimpers, hands laid on his strong arms, that are still caging you. Excitement rushes through your veins at the mere thought of Yunho touching you again and you almost start trembling from the anticipation.

His tongue swirls around your nipple a few times before leaving your breasts altogether as he moves further down. Face hovering over your pussy, you prop yourself on your elbows to have a better view.

You just need to witness this.

His face gets closer to you until you can feel his hot breath on your core, only turning you on further.

"Such a pretty cunt." he whispers before placing a few gentle kisses on your clit. You inhale a sharp breath of air when he finally buries his face into your pussy, tongue delving deep into your folds.

One of his hands rakes up to grope your breast, roughly massaging it. You close your eyes for a moment and get lost in the feeling of his wet tongue inside of you and his big hand assaulting your tit.

As your moans grow louder, Yunho stops for a minute to mark you up on your inner thigh. "If you keep this up, everyone is going to hear us." he kisses down gently on the now red-ish skin. "But maybe that's what you want? To have Mr. Kim hear how I rearrange your guts?" His eyes dart up to meet yours and there's a mischievous smile plastered on his lips.

You could tell he was hung up on the fact you were close to a male colleague of yours, but you didn't want to think about Mr. Kim now. Not in this situation.

"I'll try to be quiet..." you mumble, blushed cheeks from the suggestion. Quickly you grab his wrist, guiding the hand that was massaging your breast, up to your mouth sucking in his fingers, to cut the conversation short. Yunho just chuckles softly before lapping at your hole again, eyes closed while getting enveloped in the taste of you. His nose bumps into your clit at times and it's getting harder for you to hold back your moans.

It's taking all your might to stay quiet when he plunges the three fingers, that you were lazily sucking on just a moment ago, into you while relentlessly flicking his tongue against your sensitive nub.

His long slender fingers glide right into your heat while stretching you out deliciously. If this is how his fingers feel you can barely contain your greediness for his huge cock.

Head thrown back in pleasure, your hips start bucking into him while your hand is tangled in his hair. Breathy moans leave your lips when the pace of his fingers quickens and the knot in your stomach gets tighter. Yunho is sucking and licking on your clit like his life depends on it and you can feel yourself clench around his fingers. "I-im so close.." you huff out, still rolling your hips into his tongue.

"That's it.. cum on my face, baby." the vibrations and especially the use of the petname sends you over the edge and you come undone, legs squeezing around Yunhos head.

You pant heavily, arm covering your face as you recover from your high. Yunho is lapping up your juices, fingers still moving in and out of you. You whine out, pushing his head away from the overstimulation.

"S-stop I can't-"

He chuckles before finally removing his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean. His lips are glistening from your wetness as he emerges from inbetween your legs and you can't believe this god of a man just ate you out, with all that he had at that.

"God, you taste so sweet."

He sits up, quickly getting rid of his pants, then stroking his now hard again dick. Grabbing the base of his cock, he rubs it against your core, covering his cockhead in your cum. You moan at the stimulation, clit swollen and abused. You can't pry your eyes off the attractive nude body gracing your sight and it leaves him chuckling at the way you're looking up at him with needy eyes, begging to be fucked senseless.

"Are you sure you want this?" Yunho asks you one last time, needing to reassure himself, even when he already knows the answer.

It makes you scoff, furrowing your eyebrows. Like he didn't just have you at his mercy on only his tongue and fingers, eating you out like a starved man. His skin is glistening with sweat from the arousal and heat between you two, only showing off his defined muscles more. The naked man in front of you looks like a deity, almost like he's the god of sex.

You could swear you've never gotten this horny just by looking at someone.

"I need this." you reply while grabbing one of Yunhos hands to intertwine your fingers with his. He smiles warmly at you before pinning down your hand next to your head and slowly pushing his tip into you, tightly holding your hand.

Soft moans leave your lips as you're getting stretched out by his girthy cock, the feeling of his length inside of you bringing you almost to tears, because it just feels that good. Eyebrows furrowed, enveloped in the feeling of him as he bottoms out in you.

Your cum makes it a little too easy for Yunho to slide in and he lets out a deep moan when he's fully sheathed inside of you.

"Shit, your pussy feels so good.." he murmurs and places a wet kiss upon your left temple.

Your eyes flutter open to take in the image of him hovering over you while getting spread on his thick cock. The stretch feels so good it has you loudly moaning even when he hasn't started moving yet. "You're too fucking big." you groan, eyes tightly shut again. He let's you get used to his size for a couple of seconds before starting to move.

"You say 'too big' but look at how your pussy is sucking me in - just fitting for the greedy whore your are." slapping your tit, he watches in contentment as it jiggles.

Quickly he's building up his pace, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Soon Yunho is smashing his hips into yours, hand having let go to properly hold himself up. You let out uncontrollable moans while digging your nails into his forearm, resulting in one of Yunhos hands covering your mouth.

"My dumb little slut.. wants everyone to hear how I'm fucking that tight little pussy so well, hm?" he taunts you, lips curled upwards into a smirk. You clench around him at his words, letting out a muffled moan against his hand. But you can tell he's feeling just as good as well, voice breathy, sometimes letting a moan slip inbetween.

You're feeling so good you don't care anymore wether someone is going to hear you, all you care about is his big dick stuffed in your cunt. When his hand leaves your mouth to roughly grab one of your tits, your head immediately tilts downwards to see how his cock is disappearing in your pussy.

The drag against your walls feels insane and you just feel so full, you're scared you will never be able to have sex with someone else.

"Y-Yunho.." you moan out his name as your climax keeps building, head thrown back in pleasure.

"What is it baby?" you love how Yunho calls you baby and it has you tightening around him, making his hips stutter for a hot second. "Fuck, don't do that again or I'm cumming inside of you." his lips come crashing into you while still rutting his hips into yours at such a fast pace, you almost feel like he's splitting you into two.

Pinching your nipple one last time he sits up to firmly grab your waist and thrust into you. "I'm gonna cum!" you cry out, hips bucking into his, but he immediately stops, the rising feeling in your stomach vanishing.

You can imagine yourself getting addicted to the way he's thrusting into you, because now that he's stopped you feel the urge to cry, as if getting down from your favorite drug.

And it's quite the same. His dick is taking you to levels of pleasure you couldn't even think of before, making you not wanting to waste thoughts about what's going to happen when he's done with you.

And luckily Yunho is far from done with you.

"I decide when you cum." he slips his cock out of you to slap it against your clit before sliding it through your folds. "My greedy little whore." he whispers, while you're trying to restrain yourself from grabbing his dick and just shoving it into yourself.

You feel so pathetic at how he's making you feel so good just by rubbing his lengtg against you, but when he doesn't stop teasing you, it drives you insane. "P-please."

"Please what?" slowly he dips his cockhead into your pussy, fucking you with only an inch of his dick. "Use your words. How else is a dumb slut like you gonna get a promotion?"

You didn't know you had a degrading kink but Yunho sure as hell brought it out in you.

"God you get tighter everytime I insult you." he scoffs with a smile, eyes locked onto his tip inside of you.

"Please fuck me properly.." you whine, hips trying to push yourself further onto his cock. Yunho chuckles at your poor attempts before yanking both of your legs up to gather them over one shoulder, gripping them firmly and unexpectedly thrusting deep into you. He has completely buried himself into you, your mouth agape from the feeling. His lips are softly grazing the skin on your legs, while you're letting out obscene noises. The way he's slowly rolling his hips into yours is making you lose your mind and you wish he'd just fuck you for all eternity.

As he keeps thrusting into you, his huge cock is hitting your bladder and slowly it's getting uncomfortable, because it feels like you need to pee, eventhough you're already aware you don't. Yunho is starting to fold you in half, legs that were draped over his shoulder now pushed into your face as he's using your wet hole like his cocksleeve.

The squelching sounds are making Yunho emmit deep groans, eyes not being able to look away from his pulsing cock drilling into you. One of your arms is holding onto the couchrest behind your head to somewhat find stability and Yunho leans down to sloppily kiss you while folding you like a sandwich.

The angle makes you cum without a warning and you moan out loudly into his mouth to muffle the volume of the forbidden sounds. Your walls are clenching around him hard, wetness seeping onto his cock.

He halts abruptly in his movements, pulling away from you. A short string of spit connects your lips until it plops down onto your chest. Yunho is panting hard and it seems like he just held back from cumming inside of you, much to your disappointment.

"Fuck, I didn't tell you to cum." he pulls out of you, immediately grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you up and pull you towards his desk. "Is my bitch wanting to be punished?" he asks in a daring tone, eager for what's to come.

His big hand is pressing down your cheek against the cold wood of his desk, bending you over. Heart beating fast, you don't resist and just go along with what he's making you do. Right now you'd do anything he requested of you if it meant getting fucked properly. His other hand lines up his dick with your entrance and with a sharp thrust he pushes his cock past your folds, earning a loud whimper from you. Your voice is too fucked up to be forming proper words, so only pathetic moans and a variable of other noises leave your mouth.

Not even recovered from your high he's fucking you so hard your hips are rutting into the desks edges, sure to leave behind bruise marks. "That's what you get for disobeying me." he groans and you love how he's putting on this dom show, your overstimulated pussy tightening at the thought of him punishing you right now. "How can you still be this fucking tight when I'm stretching you to my size?" Yunho buries his face into your neck, sucking hickeys into the soft skin to distract himself from not hitting his release too early. He was set on making you cum at least a third time.

"D-don't give me so many hickeys.. what if someone sees..?" you manage to whimper out. Fuck, leaving his office later, looking like a mess and pumped full of his cum already has you shivering at the thought. There's no way no one's going to notice, especially when he's leaving kiss marks all over your neck now.

"Then they'll know you belong to me."

You moan as he slows down his thrusts, pulling your asscheeks apart to have even better access to your throbbing hole. A string of saliva drops down onto your ass and you immediately panic when you feel Yunhos thumb press against your back door. "Wait, d-don't!" you cry out as he slips his finger past the ring of muscles, clenching around him hard. He groans, finger slowly moving but hips staying still.

"You're gonna snap my dick in half, relax." thumb still inside, he leans down and turns your head to the side to capture your lips in a kiss. Your hands are gripping some sheets of paper that are scattered beneath you as he starts thrusting into you again, balls slapping against your buttocks.

"F-feels so good Mr. Jeong." mind so hazy that you don't even notice you go back to calling Yunho by his last name. A low chuckle leaves his lips before he suddenly moves around a bit, making you try to turn around and see what he's doing.

"Is that so? Then why don't you tell Mr. Kim about it?" You hear a clicking noise and the next second Yunho places his office phone next to you and turns on the intercom. The unfamiliar feeling of having both holes filled have you pant loudly, barely shutting up in time for the call.

Hongjoong is way too quick to pick up the phone, which leaves you no time to brace yourself. Your eyes widen and you try to get Yunho to stop from fucking you so hard, the very obvious noises probably easily heard through the phone. "Good evening sir. How may I help you?" your colleagues voice politely appears through the receiver, seemingly not yet suspicious of the sounds coming from the other end.

"Go on. Tell him how good my dick inside you feels. Let him hear that dirty little pussy of yours." Yunho whispers into your ear, only for you to hear.

"Hello? Mr. Jeong?" Hongjoong quietly asks into the phone. Finally Yunho pulls out of you, letting you breathe for a second. When you feel his hand grabbing your ass forcefully you know you have to play along. "Hello Mr. Kim, it's me."

"Oh? Ms. y/s? Why are you calling me from Mr. Jeongs office?" he sounds very confused, which makes it harder for you to come up with a believable excuse. Even more so when Yunho suddenly turns you onto your back and forces you to sit up with his hand on your throat. A helpless little yelp leaves your lips and you immediately shut your mouth, hoping your colleague heard nothing.

"..."

"Is everything okay?"

Right now you can only applaud Hongjoong for his polite- and patientness, as you're sure you would've been annoyed as hell by now if you were in his shoes. "Sorry I just dropped something." you manage to say, gears in your head turning on what to tell him next.

"So uhm... I called you.. because... I need help with a document..?" it sounds more like a question the way the words are leaving your mouth and you're sure you don't sound believable at all.

"Okay.. what is it?" no further questions are asked and you just know he'll give you hell later for this awkward phone call.

"I uh-"

Suddenly Yunho plunges his dick back into you and you have to hold yourself upright on his shoulders. Lips tightly shut you shake your head and look at him with pleading eyes to stop. But he doesn't let up.

"I-I think there's a m-mistake in the formatting of one of t-the project files, but I can't seem to f-find it." it's taking all of your strength not to moan or let out any other noise and you feel like Yunho isn't as strong as he's acting either.

His face is buried in the nook of your neck, sucking more marks onto your skin. Sometimes a little whimper slips out, quiet enough for Mr. Kim not to hear. He must be insane, you think to yourself, to be risking getting caught. Maybe he's even into this, maybe he wants to get caught.

Caged in one of Yunhos arms, the other is placed right behind you, holding himself stable while he's jerking his hips into yours, coating his cock in your wetness. "So good for me..." he whispers, sending a tingle up your spine. "I can't believe I haven't fucked you earlier."

"Alright, can you send me the file now? I'll look over it while you're on the phone." Hongjoongs voice snaps you back to reality and your mind is racing, thinking of the next excuse to give. "My computer is broken." is all you can think of.

"Is that why you're in Mr. Jeongs office?"

You feel relieved when Hongjoong thinks even further than you, finding a way to make this lie work. Though it makes no sense in your head, you gladly accept it.

"Yes, she is. But I think it would be more efficient if you just came down to my office Mr. Kim." Yunho cuts right through you when you open your mouth and you look at him in terror. Is he seriously inviting Mr. Kim to come over right now?

"No! I'll come to you! Don't come here!" You almost yell out, slamming the phone onto the charging station. "How am I going to explain this? You're insane." instantly you let out a loud moan, closing your eyes and letting yourself get enveloped in the feeling of pleasure. Your legs are slung around Yunhos waist, slowly starting to hurt from having to hold them up in the air as he's fucking you on the edge of his desk.

"I'm insane for you." Yunhos lips brush your earlobe before slightly nibbling on it, his moans starting to get louder too. You can feel your inner thighs getting coated with your slick everytime he pulls out just to slam back into you, the sheets of paper you're sitting on probably already completely ruined.

Fast and surely you can feel your third orgasm building up, hips starting to rock against his to get some more friction. He captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. He's so big it almost feels like his cock is hitting the entrance of your cervix, you can swear you see the outline of his bulge in your stomach. "So fucking big.. I can't." you cry out, head thrown back in pleasure.

"Mr. Jeong let me cum, please?" you automatically ask him for permission, leaving him moaning into your ear.

"Only because you've been so good for me." he tilts your chin up to press a surprisingly soft kiss to your lips before picking up his already fast pace, one of his arms locked around your waist. He's hitting just that right spot several times and you have no strength in you to form any coherent words, a string of moans and other obscene noises accompanying the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Your wetness keeps gushing out and is coating his cock in your liquid, having him groan at the feeling. Just the way he's moaning so deliciously into your ear almost has you cumming and you know you won't be holding out for much longer. Arms thrown around his neck you come undone, your orgasm washing over you so intensely, you see your vision go blurry.

It's taking everything and more for Yunho not to spill his load in an instant when he feels you orgasm around him and slows down his movement for a second. "Where do you want me to cum?" he asks breathless, gazing at your face contorted in pleasure, only hurrying him more.

"I-I don't care just fuck me." you cry out, rocking your hips desperately against his. Your words take him over the edge immediately, hips stuttering while he's driving himself into you. Legs sqeezed tightly around his waist you feel the spurts of long thick ropes of cum painting your walls. The joined moans of the both of you sound like they're straight out of porn, neither caring for the volume anymore. Your high lasts so long, you think you might just pass out from this incredible feeling, the waves of pleasure seemingly not coming to an end. And you wish they didn't because oh god was this the best sex you ever had.

In the meanwhile your pussy is milking Yunho completely dry, his cock twitching inside of you before he eventually starts growing soft. He stays sheathed in you, just heavily breathing into your neck with his head laid on your shoulder.

As the both of you come down from each high, reality hits you like post nut clarity and you get this heavy feeling in your chest over what you have just done.

"Mr. Jeong. This was so insanely wrong of us." you murmur quietly, your heartbeat going up again, this time out of fear. It's not exactly what anyone wants to hear after fucking their brains out.

He lifts his head in confusion, looking at you surprisedly. "If you think I'll be favouring you in the selec-"

"No- not that. I don't really care about the work part. At least for now." you frown at him, urging him to get some distance between the two of you. His arm is slung around your waist still and face only a couple inches apart. "I'm talking about your... marriage."

But Yunho doesn't bother letting go of you, the corners of his mouth curling up into a soft smile. "The marriage with my ex-wife that I have been divorced from for over two years?"

The look of disbelief forms on your face as you try to get in your head what he just said.

"What are you talking about? Then what about your wedding ring? You're still wearing it." it makes no sense to you, especially when you saw them at a work gathering weeks prior. Does he think you'd fall for such a pathetic lie?

"That's because we haven't made the divorce public. It was a marriage of convenience and while our families know we aren't together anymore, which we technically never were, no one else does, except for a few higher ups." He finally pulls out of you, watching his own cum slowly flow out of you and keeping your thighs spread.

"C-can you not do this while we're talking?" you blush from his boldness but don't resist his hands that are now wandering up your body.

Blatantly ignoring you, he goes on with the explanation. "It's better if rival corporate businesses don't know our two family firms aren't binded by law anymore." His hand is cupping your breast, thumb softly rubbing your nipple.

"So you're trying to tell me the two of you act like you're still married, but you've been divorced for two years already?"

There's a big chance he's just lying to get out of this situation, but you sincerely hope he's not making all of this up. Yunho seems to notice your suspicion and leans forward to capture your lips in the softest kiss.

"You don't believe me do you?"

He whispers, burying his face in your neck. "I'm not sure if I should." a heavy sigh leaves your lips as your hand reaches up to comb through his hair. "I want to, though."

You can feel him smile into your neck, before lifting his head and pulling you in for yet another kiss. "I'll take you home tonight," he mumbles against you, "to my house I mean. And you'll see there won't be no wife waiting for me."

Warmth fills your body at his words, coming to terms with the fact he might just not be lying at all. Spending the night at Yunhos place wasn't exactly what your to do list included for today, but your heart starts racing regardless, thinking of all the things he could do to you later. "If you say so.." a small giggle escapes you, leaning into his touch more.

"Should I get plan B for you?" Yunho asks out of the blue, while looking down at the mess he made. You're surprised at how considerate he is, not quite expecting him to even care. Though it should be common decency of course. "It's okay, I've got an IUD in." you smile at him softly, pressing a peck onto his cheek, before retracting awkwardly. It feels like you've overstepped the boundaries, boundaries which you yet have to talk about.

"Are we weirdly loving right now?" the atmosphere is somewhat heavy and you try to lighten the mood. Yunho gives you a cheeky grin, hand that was cupping your breast moving back down again. "I don't know about that. But I do love your body." he tries to sneak his finger to your clit but you slap his hand away before he is able to. As the both of your are laughing, your eyes fall onto an object that is standing on Yunhos desk, and something seems off to you. After closer inspection, you fall silent and your eyes widen in horror.

"Mr. Jeong..."

"I think we're past the stage of calling each other by our last names, don't you think?" he chuckles at you, not noticing how distraught you are. When he finally does, his gaze follows yours, soon the shock is written all over his face as well.

Earlier you didn't put the phone correctly onto the charging station.

Which means you never hung up.

A/n; i'm actually so insane for yunho...🥹🥹 this fic sucked the life outta me. can't believe my second fic on this acc is such a lengthy one. hope you enjoyed it!!

#yunho smut #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho x reader #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #ateez

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starringp1 · 1 year ago

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this just sent me to my grave bc it was SO good are you insane

CREATIONISM ?! - 600 follower event

↳ TRACK 016 : SHE - J.YH ft. fem!reader

genre - smut, yandere (?) MDNI

duration - 1664 words

parental advisory - noncon/dubcon (?), somnophilia, mentioned masturbation (m +f), stalking, panty-sniffing, Olfactophilia (scent kink), bro puts ts in his mouth 😭🙏🏾, touching, dirty talk, mentioned breeding kink, voyeurism, bsf!yunho, mentioned marking, nipple + breast play, oral (f receiving), consentual after y/n wakes up

A/N : something snapped - @bandgie ’s request.

QUICK PSA - I do not condone any of the behaviours and/or actions displayed in this fic. Consent is necessary, stalking is wrong and panty-sniffing is fucking weird. This is entirely a work of fiction, so treat it as such.

Yunho took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent hungrily. The two of you were curled up on your sofa bed, watching a movie together. It was some old slasher that Yunho had recommended, but the quality of the SFX was pretty subpar, so it wasn’t as entertaining as expected. This had led you to drift in and out of sleep, entranced by the warmth Yunho was providing. A smirk took over Yunho’s face at this, taking the opportunity to pull you closer. The hands that were wrapped around your waist fell to your sides, slowly rubbing up and down, the edges of his hands daring to breach the material of your top.

His top. He loved when you wore his clothes, the way they suited you so well made him eager to rip them off. Tonight was no different, and your sleepy state made him even more bolder than usual. His free hand snaked up your front, just shy of your breasts, your skin warm under his calloused hand.

He knew he shouldn’t be in here, but wasn’t this your fault anyways? You had given him, your trusted best friend, a key to your apartment ‘just in case’. In his humble opinion, that was clearly a bad idea, but it wasn’t as if he’d refuse. Not when he could now run his fingers over your cream comforter, fingers playing with the furry edges. He didn’t dare to lift it out of place, so he leant down and sniffed the material, almost moaning at how strong your scent was. Despite usually holding himself back, it wasn’t unusual of him to jerk off to the smell of you, especially when you returned the odd jumper to him.

He would hold it to his face, drowning himself in your smell while hurriedly pumping his leaking cock, drunk on your scent. The jumper would practically smother him with how close he had it, but he didn’t care. Yunho’s brain swam with pleasure, and he swore he could almost taste you on his tongue. That sweet, sweet smell, that drove him crazy every damn time.

Focusing on his task, Yunho quickly moved to your dirty laundry basket, lifting the lid ever so slightly. Slowly putting his hand in, he carefully rummaged (so as not to disturb the clothes too much and you notice a difference) before his fingers finally found purchase on something thin. Something lacy.

Bingo.

He pulled out the pair of thin panties, mouth almost salivating at the thong in the back. A small mark on the place your pretty pussy sat had him groaning, clearly proud of his discovery.

“Fucking hell..”

He lifted it to his nose, closing his eyes in anticipation. When the smell finally hit him, he could already feel the boner straining against his pants. It was if you had drugged him, the way he staggered to a stand, pushing the seat of your panties until they were practically inside his nostrils. He could die happily in this moment, clutching your panties to his face like the fucking pervert he is.

But, almost as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he heard the jingle of your keys in the door. Panicking, Yunho quickly made his way back to the window, hooking his leg over and disappearing into the shrubbery below. Mere seconds later, you were in your room, hanging your jacket, blissfully unaware of how your window was slowly closing behind you.

The headphones on your head meant you certainly didn’t hear the click, and Yunho thanked his lucky stars as he sat in the bushes. He decided to catch his breath for a bit then make his escape, cheeks flushed and body trembling with adrenaline. You finally removed your headphones and, fiddling with your phone for a second, music began to flow through your portable speaker.

Then, you started undressing.

His jaw dropped open at the sight of you shimmying down your jeans, yet another one of those wretched thongs leaving your supple ass on display for him. It didn’t take long for you to kick them off and begin on your top, pulling it off until you were left in a bra and panties. Yunho had to hold his gasp when you bent over, picking the jeans up and quickly dumping the dirty clothes in your basket. His eyes stayed entirely fixated on your form as you turned away, walking into the bathroom with your speaker. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, he sat down on the ground, fingers fumbling with the button and zip of his jeans.

It didn’t take the man long to tug his cock out, its angry red tip already sensitive in the cool breeze of a summer night. His thumb teased his tip, imagining it was your own with a satisfied sigh. Yunho was quick to stuff your panties in his mouth, both to quieten and satisfy himself. Your delectable taste had him throbbing uncontrollably, and his cock was fit to burst.

It was fair to say that when you got out of the shower, laying on your bed in nothing but a towel as your fingers edged closer to your hole, you had a very intensely focused audience.

When soft snores began to fall past your parted lips, Yunho couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck, both hands now grasping your breasts. Like the little fuckin’ tease you were, you rubbed against his already-hardening cock, your ass moving against it as you shifted in your sleep. As soon as you settled down again, his fingertips ghosted your nipples, smirking at how they quickly pebbled under his touch.

“Such a nasty girl…”

Circling them slowly, Yunho watched in awe as your back arched, a small whimper leaving you. He dared to pinch them before rolling them to soothe you, smirking when you gasped in your sleep. Pressing little kisses to your neck, he whispered to you in a deep, sultry voice, nibbling on your ear.

“You just want this, don’t you?”

Of course, you couldn’t answer. All you did was pant in your sleep, leaning into his touch. His nose tickled your baby hairs as he pressed closer to you, hard-on poking your ass. Venturing lower with one hand, he let it slide into your pyjama shorts, mouth watering when he realised you had no panties on. He cupped the supple skin with a groan, slowly rocking his hips into you. Yunho’s fingers were quick to dig into your asscheeks, and he shushed you when you whined quietly.

“Don’t whine like that, I don’t wanna cum in my pants.”

It was literal torture for him to resist sinking his teeth into your neck, suck and bite until a harsh mark began to purple on your skin. He fantasised about leaving you bedridden from his cock, all fucked out and covered in cum and love bites. One day, he soothed himself with; one day all you would need to do is let him fuck that cute little cunt of yours. He’d do everything else - provide, cook, clean - your only task would be to bounce on his cock and let him pump you full of his cum.

He was beginning to become a little impatient, especially from the way you quietly moaned in your sleep. He wondered who you were dreaming about, whether it could possibly be him at the forefront of your mind. Maybe you wanted him so desperately that you were faking being asleep, or perhaps you weren’t ever asleep. Surely you would’ve woken up by now, right?

This thought spurred him on as his fingers finally dipped low enough that they slipped between your folds, delighted at how wet you were. You wanted this, you wanted him. Yunho didn’t even hesitate before bringing his middle and pointer finger to your clit, circling it as you shifted in his grasp. His other hand was still cupping your boob, and he began to roll your nipples simultaneously. The way your face furrowed, jaw slightly shaking at the pleasure had him fit to burst. It wasn’t long before he retracted his fingers and suckled them, almost moaning himself at the taste. All resolve flew out the window when you whispered to yourself, almost quiet enough for him to miss.

“Y-Yun…”

Before he could think to control himself, Yunho had tugged your shorts off and sunk lower on the sofa bed. He turned you until you were laid on your back and pushed your legs just far enough to be face-to-face with your pussy. Clearly unable to think reasonably, he gave your lips a wet kiss before eating you out like a starved man. His assault on your pussy was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and you sat up with a start. Your eyes were still groggy, but you felt his tongue languidly licking you, your thighs already shaking. Your voice was a little croaky as you spoke.

“Yunho?”

He hummed and your pussy clenched, causing the man between your legs to smirk before murmuring into your pussy.

“Just go back to sleep, baby. I need a little taste, and then I’ll leave you be.”

A silence settled over the room, and Yunho paused for a second, hoping you weren’t about to kick him out and cut all ties. Even though he had stopped, he was still breathing onto your pussy, his nose grazing your clit. Maybe you thought you were dreaming, or maybe you were too horny to care about the situation, but your legs spread wider after a while. Snaking a hand into his hair, you pushed him until he was pressed into your dripping cunt, now beginning to roll your hips onto his face.

“You woke me up, so you better make it worth my time.”

Yunho was quick to get to work, doing all he can to fuck your brains out until all you could think about was him.

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starringp1 · 1 year ago

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me too!! but i wouldn't mind choking for him😔🙏

Practice makes perfect

Synopsis: When you're bad at something, what do you do? Yes! Practice until you get better. A little help can't hurt though, right?

Pairing: college student!Mingi x f!reader Wordcount: 2.2k

Content: 18+, nsfw - mdni, face fucking, choking/gagging, oral m!receiving

Never in your life would you have imagined your studysession with Song Mingi going this way. The two of you had been working on an assignment at his place together, nothing out of the usual. You wouldn't even consider him a friend, just someone who you're getting along with, academically.

So it surprises you, when he asks you stay a little longer, even when you were done with all your studies for the day.

You don't feel uncomfortable with him, so surprisingly yet again, you agree. He turns on some music and invites you to his living room couch, as both of you had been sitting in uncomfy wooden chairs for the past 3 hours. After indulging in some smalltalk, you find yourself in a deep conversation with Mingi, cuddled up under a shared blanket. Right now, you can't help but wonder what else you'll be finding out about him tonight.

"So.. why did you ask me to stay longer?" you blurt out, curiosity getting the better of you. Mingi looks at you with surprise in his eyes, but quickly shakes it off. "Well, to be quite honest with you, I enjoy being with you." you look at him dumbfounded, as you didn't expect such a simple answer. "You're smart, easy to talk to.. pretty as well." he musters up some courage to keep talking "I bet a lot of guys would be jealous knowing you're in my apartment. Just the two of us."

You raise your eyebrow at him, taken aback by his sudden forwardness. "We're just hanging out though. Nothing to be jealous about, it's not a date." You don't mean to humble Mingi but you're also not sure how to respond to him.

"Then why don't we change that?" As soon as Mingi drops those words, the mood shifts and you can feel your ears flush from the thought of getting close to him. "Would you like that?" He carefully scoots closer to you, trying to read your reaction. His knee bumps into yours and you break out into a cold sweat. But you decide to be truthful and answer his question.

"I think so, yeah."

You hadn't thought about Mingi like this before, but you couldn't deny his good looks or personality. Mingi gives you a slight smile before resting his hand on your thigh, his touch sending tingles up your spine. You're not prepared when he leans in to softly kiss you, so you get lost in the feeling of his plush lips against yours.

The innocent kiss turns into a more passionate one and soon you find your tongue inside of his mouth, while his hands roam all over your body. He pulls you onto his lap, hands firm on your waist. "Do you want to take this further?" he breaks the kiss only to plant small ones down your neck. "Yes.. please." your begging has Mingi only grow in his pants and it makes you hold back a giggle. You capture his lips in a hot kiss again and start grinding into his lap, his now very noticable bulge pressing against you through the layers of clothing.

Suddenly Mingi plunges two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue immediatly swirling around his digits. "Fuck, I need your mouth on me now." he exclaims almost with urgency before pulling his fingers out, the saliva dropping from your lips. Without another word you drop to the ground onto your knees, seated between Mingis spread legs.

You look up at him, realizing blowjobs aren't quite your expertise. "Uhm.. Mingi.." you can feel the heat starting to creep up your cheeks as you voice out your concerns. Mingis expression immediately grows apologetic, worried he made you uncomfortable, "I'm so sorry y/n, do you not want to?".

He reaches out to pull you up again but you shoo his hand away and stay put on the floor. "No trust me I really do. I just.. don't really know how to."

You shake your head in embarrassment as he looks at you bewildered. "Have you never...?" without wanting to show it Mingi kind of hopes for you to never have had another dick in your mouth, but that hope gets crushed a moment later, when you scoff and roll your eyes at him. "Of course I have, I'm just really really bad at bjs. At least that's what my ex said." you lean your head against his right thigh, bulge ever so prominent in his pants.

"You'll have to teach me." the way you look up at him so innocently, lips slightly pouting, he can feel himself getting harder. "Fine. If you want to stop just tell me okay?". After you nod enthusiastically, Mingi caresses the back of your head before suddenly pushing your face into his crotch, the outline of his cock pressed into your cheek.

You let out a soft gasp, hands then making their way to his zipper.

His hand lets go of your head to have you go at your own pace, barely being able to hold back. The looks of your dissheveled hair, your slightly trembling hands as they try to free his cock, your furrowed brows while you're concentrated on the task at hand is a sight he never wants to forget. "You're so cute.." he mumbles, making you shoot a glare at him before suddenly pulling out his cock from his pants.

He gulps down any other comment he was thinking of making, taking in the way you look at his girth. You don't notice his stare, as you're too occupied with what's in front of your nose. "Shit.." you sigh out, "Just so you know, I have a really strong gag reflex." Mingi can't help but chuckle at your comment and carefully glides one of his hands through your hair. You take his cock into your hand, leading it to your lips and press soft kisses to the head before putting the tip into your mouth.

Mingi tries to not buck his hips into your face as an automatic response, your light sucking motion driving him crazy. "Even if you're bad at this, you sure know how to tease me." he groans, closing his eyes for a second. You chuckle lightly in response only sending more vibrations down his shaft.

You decide to lick a stripe up his entire length before pushing as much of his cock down your throat as you can. Not even halfway in you begin to gag on his length, trying your best to withhold the build up in your throat. Eventhough this is quite uncomfortable for you, you can feel the wetness pooling in you panties. Mingi looking you dead in the eye and whispering affirmative words while you kneel in front of him, mouth stuffed with his cock, has your guts turning from the arousal. You can't even imagine what he'll feel like inside of you.

As he hears your muffled noises, a smile grows on Mingis face, secretly feeling a little proud. "You okay princess?", you moan in response, eyes now closed.

Your head bobs up and down but you don't get any reaction from Mingi, so you pop his dick out of your mouth, hand continuing where you left off. "I want to make you feel good Mingi," you whine "you gotta tell me what you like." "You're already making me feel good y/n, no need to worry." he smiles at you warmly, but you can practically smell the lie. "Hmpf. Fine, if you don't wanna tell me then I'll just have to find out myself." You quicken the pace with your hand while sucking eagerly on one of his balls.

Finally you can feel his dick twitch in your hand and when your eyes dart up to his face the smile has vanished. Beads of precum roll down his shaft and you give shoving his cock down your throat a second try, this time more successful than the last attempt. Mingis hand still on the back of your head finally starts guiding you up and down his length in a slow but firm rhythm. Your eyes fall shut and you try to concentrate on not letting yourself choke while also adding enough pressure.

But Mingi doesn't go any faster than that. And it makes you mad. You push yourself off of him, climbing back onto the couch to pull him into a heated kiss. Your tongues intertwine and he can taste his own salty precum on your lips as they part to let him in. "Got enough already?" His hands find their way below your shirt, firmly massaging your boobs. "Never." you respond, pulling your shirt over your head so he has easier access. Shortly after your bra and pants meet the ground as well and you urge Mingi to stand up.

He seems rather confused but can't help but eat up the sight in front of him. Something about having you sit almost completely naked in front of him, while he's still fully clothed, dick only hanging out of his pants, turnes him on even more. His right hand grazes your hardened nipple and he slightly rubs his thumb against it, having you emmit a small moan. You grab his wrist and guide his hand to your head, all the while giving kitten licks to the tip of his cock. "Fuck my throat properly, please?" already sensing the hesitation in his eyes you make sure to reaffirm him. "I promise I'll tell you if I can't take it anymore. Please just use me."

Your last words have Mingi take in a sharp breath of air, before finally giving in and pushing you onto his length again. He lets out a low groan as your warm throat closes around his cock, slowly pushing you further until your nose almost meets his pubic bone. Eyes tightly shut you take deep breaths through your nose, not wanting to throw up. Mingi stays still for a second before starting to move his hips, each thrust with more fervor than the one before. "You look beautiful like this.." his eyes dart from your face to your boobs, almost as if he couldn't decide which was better to look at.

His pace has your fingers almost claw his thighs as tears start to roll down your face and more arousal starts pooling in your heat. The second Mingi notices your watering eyes he wants to pull out of your mouth, but you don't let him, hands holding his hips in place, opening your eyes and shaking your head (as far as that's possible with him deep in your throat). "Y/n.. you're crazy." he sighs but starts moving again. Streaks of his blonde dyed hair fall into his face, his eyes now directed at your slightly swollen lips.

Soon Mingi is thrusting into you at fast pace, his brows furrowed and eyes pressed shut, chasing after his high."So f-fucking good.." he feels like his legs might give out any second, so he pushes you backwards until your back is pressed up against the couch and he can kneel over you.

You use this opportunity to catch your breath and wipe away some of the saliva that was flowing down your chin. Not that it made any difference, as your breasts were already covered in your spit mixed with his precum. "Your mouth feels amazing princess." Mingi takes his dick into his hand and taps it against your lips. "I'm close, where do you want me to cum?" You don't respond but instead take all of him into your mouth, so there he has his answer. His hips find a quick pace again, hand gripping your hair tighter than ever. "F-fuck.." he's now moaning loudly and you know he's about to cum.

You feel like you could cum from listening to Mingis moans alone, knowing you're the reason he's feeling this good.

When his hips lose their rhythm and start to stutter you take all of the strength left in your jaw to get him off. Hot stripes of cum shooting down your throat as his hips come to a complete stop, one hand holding your head in place, the other gripping the couches backrest. His cock twitches in your mouth before slowly starting to grow soft.

Mingi opens his eyes and slowly pulls out of you, your fucked up face a sight to behold. Cum is dripping out of your mouth and you keep it open for a few more seconds so Mingi can take a look at his masterpiece. "God you're incredibly hot." he groans while sitting down next to you. You grin and swallow his load, the bitterness making you scrunch up your face. "I'm guessing I'm not that bad?" you joke, suddenly very concious of the fact you're sitting on his couch in only a thong, while he's still fully clothed. "You're not, but if you ever want to practice again, you know where to find me."

Mingi winks at you before pulling you into a deep kiss, slowly lowering you onto your back. "What are you doing?" You giggle as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and bare chest.

"Now it's my turn to practice, no?"

#gen want mingi to cut off my air supply

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starringp1 · 1 year ago

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Practice makes perfect

Synopsis: When you're bad at something, what do you do? Yes! Practice until you get better. A little help can't hurt though, right?

Pairing: college student!Mingi x f!reader Wordcount: 2.2k

Content: 18+ mdni, face fucking, choking/gagging, oral m!receiving, no plot just smut

So it surprises you, when he asks you stay a little longer, even when you were done with all your studies for the day.

"I think so, yeah."

Suddenly Mingi plunges two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue immediatly swirling around his digits. "Fuck, I need your mouth on me now." he exclaims almost with urgency before pulling his fingers out, the saliva dripping from your lips. Without another word you drop to the ground onto your knees, seated between Mingis spread legs.

He reaches out to pull you up again but you shoo his hand away and stay put on the floor. "No trust me I really do. I just.. don't really know how to."

"You'll have to teach me." the way you look up at him so innocently, lips slightly pouting, he can feel himself getting even harder. "Fine. If you want to stop just tell me okay?". After you nod enthusiastically, Mingi caresses the back of your head before suddenly pushing your face into his crotch, the outline of his cock pressed into your cheek.

You let out a soft gasp, hands then making their way to his zipper.

He gulps down any other comment he was thinking of making, taking in the way you look at his girth. You don't notice his stare, as you're too occupied with what's right in front of your nose. "Shit.." you sigh out, "Just so you know, I have a really strong gag reflex." Mingi can't help but chuckle at your comment and carefully glides one of his hands through your hair. You take his cock into your hand, leading it to your lips and press soft kisses to the head before putting the tip into your mouth.

As he hears your muffled noises, a smile grows on Mingis face, secretly feeling a little proud. "You okay princess?", you moan in response, eyes now closed.

He seems rather confused but can't help but eat up the sight in front of him. Something about having you sit almost completely naked in front of him, while he's still fully clothed, pants sitting just below his dick, turns him on even more. His right hand grazes your hardened nipple and he slightly rubs his thumb against it, having you emmit a small moan. You grab his wrist and guide his hand to your head, all the while giving kitten licks to the tip of his cock. "Fuck my throat properly, please?" already sensing the hesitation in his eyes you make sure to reaffirm him. "I promise I'll tell you if I can't take it anymore. Please just use me."

Soon Mingi is thrusting into you at fast pace, his brows furrowed and eyes pressed shut, chasing after his high. "So f-fucking good.." he feels like his legs might give out any second, so he pushes you backwards until your back is pressed up against the couch and he can kneel over you.

You feel like you could cum from listening to Mingis deep moans alone, knowing you're the reason he's feeling this good.

When his hips lose their rhythm and start to stutter you take all of the strength left in your jaw to get him off. Hot stripes of cum shoot down your throat as his hips come to a complete stop, one hand holding your head in place, the other gripping the couches backrest. His cock twitches in your mouth before starting to grow soft.

Mingi winks at you before pulling you into a deep kiss, slowly lowering you onto your back. "What are you doing?" You giggle as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and bare chest.

"Now it's my turn to practice, no?"

#mingi smut #ateez smut #ateez x reader #song mingi #mingi x reader #ateez mingi #ateez fic #ateez fanfic

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