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IN HIS HANDS ── .✦ J. YUNHO

• a/n : just saw a reel of yunho's hands, and I'm needy thank you

genre : smut

word count : 630

pairing : boyfriend! yunho x girlfriend! reader

summary : in a cozy, rain-soaked night at home, Yunho uses his large, skilled hands to pleasure you intimately under a blanket. With teasing touches and gentle dominance, he brings you to the edge and over, all while whispering how good you feel and holding you close after. The moment is sensual, warm, and filled with emotional connection.

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You’re curled up with Yunho on the couch, legs tangled under a throw blanket, the sound of gentle rain tapping against the windows. His arm is draped over your waist, and his large hand splayed possessively across your stomach. You feel his fingertips lazily drawing circles just under the hem of your shirt, grazing skin that’s already buzzing from his touch.

“You’re squirming,” he murmurs against your ear, voice low and teasing.

“I’m not,” you lie, breath catching when his fingers slip just a bit lower.

“Oh?” he chuckles, turning slightly so you’re more under him now. “So if I do this…” His hand slides between your thighs, slow and warm, spreading you open gently under the blanket. “You won’t react?”

Your breath hitches.

He hums. “Thought so.”

Yunho’s fingers long, confident, and maddeningly patient trace over your underwear, teasing through the fabric, feeling the heat of you.

“So wet already,” he whispers, eyes dark as they meet yours. “That for me?”

You nod, too breathless to speak, and he rewards you by pushing your panties to the side, his fingertips finally brushing against where you want him most. He exhales deeply when he feels how soaked you are.

“God,” he mutters, pressing one thick finger inside you, slow and deep. “You feel so good always so tight around me.”

You moan, gripping his arm as he starts moving his finger, curling it in that way that always makes your body jolt. He watches you intently, loving the way you fall apart under just his hand.

“Let me add another,” he says, tone gentle but wrecking. “You can take it.”

You nod, desperate, and he slides a second finger in stretching you, filling you. His palm presses firmly against your clit with each motion, rubbing in rhythm as his fingers thrust deep and steady.

The pace builds, slow but purposeful, his hand working you open while his lips kiss along your neck. He knows your body knows exactly how to use his size, the strength of his hand, the length of his fingers to have you moaning his name in seconds.

“Come for me,” he whispers, curling his fingers just right, his palm grinding perfect circles over your clit. “I’ve got you.”

And with a cry, you do, hips shaking, thighs trembling, your orgasm crashing over you as he keeps moving until you’re gasping his name like a prayer.

He pulls you into his chest after, cradling you close with the same hands that just unravelled you.

“Incredible,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “Every time.”

by kiera. ☆ © 2025 by yunistxr | all rights reserved.

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ATEEZ’S REACTION WHEN THEY SEE YOU WEAR THEIR FAVOURITE DRESS OF YOURS ── .✦

⋆.˚ pairing : OT8 x fem! reader

⋆.˚genre : fluff

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HONGJOONG

His eyes would widen slightly as soon as you step into the room. You’d catch the way his gaze lingers just a little too long, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Wearing that for me?” he’d ask, already knowing the answer. He’d pull you close, whisper in your ear, “You always kill me in this dress… and you know it.” Expect compliments all night he’s the type to not let it go unnoticed.

SEONGHWA

He’d freeze mid-motion, hands paused, eyes soft and almost reverent.

“You wore that…” he'd murmur, lips curving into a smile. He wouldn’t say much at first, but you'd feel how extra gentle, doting, and touchy he becomes. Later, he’d quietly admit, “You look more beautiful in that dress every time I see it.”

YUNHO

He’d beam that full, sunshine smile and walk over to spin you around like it’s the first time he’s ever seen you in it.

“You know this is my weakness, right?” he’d say, dramatically clutching his chest like he’s been hit by Cupid. Bonus : He’ll keep stealing glances all day and probably snap a bunch of secret photos of you.

YEOSANG

He’d try to stay calm, but you’d catch the subtle blush creeping into his cheeks and the way he clears his throat.

“You look nice,” he’d say, way too casually… then 10 minutes later, when he thinks you’re not looking, you’d hear him mumble, “Way too nice.” He'd end up more affectionate than usual hand on your lower back, eyes trailing you with quiet awe.

SAN

“You’re kidding…” he’d say with a shocked laugh, jaw slightly dropped. He’d absolutely bite his lip and walk around you in slow appreciation.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” he’d whisper, hands finding your waist, pulling you in close. He might suggest cancelling plans or at least delaying them.

MINGI

This man would melt. Like instantly flustered and speechless.

“No way…” he'd mutter before pulling you into a tight hug. His voice would get deeper, and he’d start complimenting you without filter “You’re so hot, it’s unfair,” or “I can’t believe you’re mine.” Expect some teasing... and probably him wanting to take you out to show you off.

WOOYOUNG

You’d hear a whistle before you even reach him.

“Damn, that’s the dress, huh?” he’d grin, clearly thrilled. He’d keep making cheeky comments like, “Trying to make me lose my mind?” and refuse to let anyone else even breathe near you that night. Prepare for endless flirting and probably a dozen selfies together.

JONGHO

He’d blink, then give you that small, crooked smile that only comes out when he’s really smitten.

“You always look good,” he’d say with a shrug, but his eyes would give him away completely mesmerized. He wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but he’d keep sneaking glances, proud and lowkey protective, standing extra close to you in public.

by kiera. ☆ © 2025 by yunistxr | all rights reserved.

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ATEEZ AS BOYFRIENDS ── .✦

⟡ ݁₊ . pairing : OT8 x fem! reader

⟡ ݁₊ . genre : fluff

• a/n : I don't have ideas. I gotta dig some TT

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HONGJOONG

Hongjoong would be the boyfriend who constantly inspires you. Late-night coffee shop dates turn into deep convos about dreams. He remembers the smallest details about you, your favourite scent, your go-to comfort movie. He writes songs about you without even realizing it. When he holds your hand, it’s like he’s grounding himself in you.

→ “You always push me to be better. Let me do the same for you, yeah?”

SEONGHWA

Seonghwa would be the softest boyfriend ever protective, nurturing, and incredibly thoughtful. He folds your laundry, remembers your skincare routine, and always makes sure you're eating properly. Movie nights on the couch, forehead kisses, and slow dancing in the kitchen would be his love language.

→ “You don’t have to say anything. I can tell just by your eyes. Come here.”

YUNHO

Yunho would be the playful, affectionate boyfriend who makes everything feel like an adventure. He gives bear hugs that lift you off the ground, plans surprise dates just to see you smile, and sends you silly videos throughout the day. He’s your best friend and your biggest fan.

→ “I don’t care what we do. As long as I’m with you, it’s my favourite plan.”

YEOSANG

Yeosang might seem distant at first, but once you break through his wall, he’s endlessly sweet in his own way. He’ll tease you, lowkey show off in games just to impress you, and then shyly kiss your cheek. He loves quiet moments with you watching anime together, walking silently hand-in-hand at night.

→ “I might not say it all the time… but you’re everything to me, okay?”

SAN

San would be the kind of boyfriend who wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s physically affectionate, always hugging, always touching, always needing to be close. He hypes you up like a personal cheerleader and gets pouty when you're apart too long. Expect dramatic love declarations at 2AM.

→ “I miss you already, and you just left five minutes ago…”

MINGI

Mingi would be the goofiest and sweetest boyfriend. He’d trip over his words when he tries to flirt, laugh at his own jokes, and then blush when you tease him. But when it counts, he’s seriously, deeply caring, always making sure you feel safe and loved. He’d fall asleep on your lap while watching a movie, snoring softly.

→ “I know I’m a little awkward but… I really, really like being yours.”

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung is chaos, and romance rolled into one. He’d flirt like it’s the first date every day, always showering you with affection. He brags about you to everyone. But beneath the teasing and sass, he’s so loyal it’s unreal. When you’re sad, he’s the first to drop everything and show up.

→ “You're mine, and I’m yours. No one makes me laugh or feel like you do.”

JONGHO

Jongho would be the boyfriend who doesn’t always say much, but his actions scream love. He’d carry your bags, memorize your coffee order, and glare at anyone who looks at you funny. He sings you to sleep without realizing it, and his hand always finds yours in a crowd.

→ “You don’t need to worry when you’re with me. I’ve got you.”

by kiera. ☆ © 2025 by yunistxr | all rights reserved.

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save a horse ride a cowboy, they said... it'll be fun if you be a hotteok they said... WHAT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH YUNHO???????

None of the thoughts in my head right now are holy

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his legs. it makes me feel things that other men can't 🧍‍♀️

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THIS MAN IS ON FIRE IM FUCKING DEAD

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GUYS ACTOR YUNHO HE IS SO HOT AND SCRUMPTIOUS LOOKING IN THAT SUIT AND GLASSES WHILE FIGHTING NGHHHHH SOMEONE HOLD ME BACK IM ABOUT TO GIVE HIM HEAD

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IM FUCKING DEAD YUN.

Yunho… fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me

Imagine this man checking you out like this, fantasizing about you stuffed full of his cock and your pretty eyes looking at him as he’s on top of you.

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ME BEFORE YOU ── .✦ J. YUNHO

“Some people live a thousand lives in one body. Yunho lived them all and then gave me mine.”

• author's note : I had to write this because I LEGIT started crying after watching "Me Before You" LIKE WILL WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE LOU I CRIED SO BADLY WHY😭😭 anyways yeah it is inspired by "Me Before You" I just love that movie😭🫶

→ pairing : jeong yunho x fem! reader

→ genre : romance, angst, drama, bittersweet

→ word count : 11.2k

→ summary : after months of job hunting and desperation, you take a position as a caregiver in a coastal village only to find yourself caring for Jeong Yunho, a once-brilliant dancer now confined to a wheelchair after a tragic accident. Emotionally shut down and determined to end his life on his own terms, Yunho resists your persistent warmth and chaotic charm. But as days stretch into weeks, the walls around him begin to crumble. What begins as reluctant tolerance turns into something deeper laughter, tenderness, and love. Yet love isn't enough to undo the pain that has already taken root. Inspired by Me Before You, this is a story about finding light in dark places, learning how to say goodbye, and carrying someone with you even after they're gone.

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You weren’t supposed to be here.

Not in this quiet village by the coast, not in this grand, old house filled with grief, not in this suffocating quiet where joy had long packed its bags and left. But you were. With trembling hands and shoes soaked from the unexpected downpour, you stood at the door of the Jung estate, a resume in your soggy bag and desperation lingering in your eyes.

You needed the job. More than anything.

It had been six months since you’d lost your last one. Six long, aching months filled with ramen noodles, overdue bills, and half-hearted interviews. The job market in town was dry, and the family business your father had left behind was sinking like a stone. When you saw the job posting for a live-in caregiver position, you applied without thinking twice.

And now here you were.

“They say he used to be a dancer,” the woman at the door said quietly. Her name was Mrs. Jeong, Yunho’s mother. She was tall, with a regal air, but exhaustion clung to her eyes like shadows. “Before the accident, he toured the world. He was... alive.”

You nodded, unsure what to say.

“I’m not certified,” you admitted softly, voice almost drowned by the patter of rain outside.

Mrs. Jeong smiled faintly. “We’re not looking for a nurse. We’re looking for someone who won’t give up on him.”

She led you through the house, a maze of polished wood and cold marble. The walls were lined with photographs of a different life: Yunho in a tuxedo, Yunho laughing at a beach, Yunho mid-spin on a stage. There was a vibrancy in those photos that felt out of place in this house.

When you reached his room, she gave a hesitant knock before pushing the door open.

He sat near the window, back turned to you, staring out at the stormy sea beyond. His wheelchair was sleek, modern a contrast to the antique feel of the room. The air was thick with silence, like no one had spoken in days.

“You must be the new one,” he said dryly, voice low and edged with bitterness. “How long do you think you’ll last?”

You stiffened. “Depends. How hard are you planning to make it?”

He didn’t turn to look at you. “I’m not here to entertain anyone.”

“Good. I’m not looking for entertainment.”

He finally glanced over his shoulder. His eyes met yours deep, brown, and calculating. You weren’t sure what you expected, but the sheer intensity of him took your breath away.

He was beautiful.

Not just handsome. Beautiful in a way that made the room feel too small. High cheekbones, a soft mouth, long lashes framing those tired eyes. You imagined what he must have looked like in motion on stage, alive, commanding every space he entered.

But here, he looked like a ghost.

The days blurred together at first.

Your mornings started with wheeling him to the garden, rain or shine. He rarely spoke. You talked enough for the both of you. You’d narrate your breakfast, complain about the news, describe ridiculous dream plots from the night before.

He never laughed. Not once.

But he listened.

You caught him smirking once, just once when you tripped over your words, trying to pronounce a French movie title. “You’re hopeless,” he said. But there was a flicker of something like amusement in his voice.

Progress.

You tried everything. You brought books, games, playlists. You made him watch trashy dramas just to see if he’d roll his eyes. You baked, badly. The cookies turned to stone. You still made him eat one.

And he did.

One day, you wheeled him down the village main street, ignoring his grumbling about potholes and pebbles. You stopped at the café, ordered both your favorites, and sat beside him with your cup warming your hands.

“Why are you trying so hard?” he asked suddenly.

You looked at him, caught off guard. “Because I think you still want to live. Even if you don’t admit it.”

He didn’t respond.

But he didn’t ask to be taken home early that day.

You found the journal a week later. Tucked in a drawer beneath his books. You shouldn’t have opened it. But curiosity got the best of you.

It wasn’t a journal. It was a photo album.

Yunho, laughing in a field. Yunho in a dance studio, sweat-drenched and glowing. Yunho on a rooftop in New York City, hair tousled, arms raised to the sky.

There were tickets. Receipts. Napkins with doodles. A life.

You stared until your eyes burned.

“I was someone once,” he said behind you. You jumped.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine.” He moved slowly toward the window. “Everyone looks. They want to see the contrast. Who I was. Who I am now.”

“I didn’t want to compare,” you whispered.

“But you did.”

You looked at him, really looked. At the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers twitched. At the way, grief clung to him like another limb.

“You’re still him,” you said.

He turned his head. “Not in any way that counts.”

You walked over and placed the album gently in his lap. “Then let’s find the parts of you that still do.”

Something changed after that.

He started asking questions. About your life. Your family. The tiny things you thought no one ever noticed how you always hummed when you were anxious, how you avoided eye contact when flustered.

He remembered everything.

You watched movies together, your legs curled up beside his chair. He let you braid his hair once, rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop you. On your birthday, he made his mother bring out the piano from storage and played you a song, shaky hands and all.

It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard.

The kiss came on a stormy night.

Power out. Candles flickering.

You were laughing, truly laughing at his attempt to mimic your dance moves. He wasn’t even trying. Just swaying his arms like spaghetti.

You stumbled beside him, breathless.

“You’re impossible,” you said.

“You’re relentless,” he countered, eyes glittering.

And then his hand reached up so slow, trembling slightly and touched your cheek.

The kiss was soft. Careful. Like he was afraid he’d shatter you.

But when he pulled away, you pulled him back.

And he smiled against your lips.

You were in love.

But love wasn’t enough.

You found the letter in his drawer. A confirmation. A clinic. Switzerland. June.

Your chest ached. Your hands shook.

“You planned to die,” you whispered, confronting him.

He didn’t deny it.

“I planned to go before I met you,” he said. “And then you came in with your ridiculous scarves and your banana socks and... God, you made me feel again.”

“Then live,” you cried. “Stay. Choose this. Choose me.”

He looked at you with so much pain, it felt like drowning.

“I want to remember us this way. Not with me fading. Not with you resenting what I’ve become.”

You screamed. You cried. You begged.

But he had made peace with his choice.

So you made peace with holding him to the end.

In Switzerland, the sky was achingly blue.

You sat beside him in the grass. He was weak, but present. His hand in yours.

“I loved you,” he said softly. “I still do. You gave me more than I ever expected. You gave me... joy.”

“I’ll never forget you,” you whispered, kissing his forehead.

“I hope not.”

And when the time came, you were there. Until the very last breath.

Months passed.

You traveled. You laughed again. Slowly, but you did.

You stood on that Greek cliff. You danced under cherry blossoms. You wore a scarf in Paris and took a photo just like his.

In every place he had been, you left a piece of your heart. And in return, he left you a map to joy.

A reason to keep going.

A life.

He taught you how to live.

And you taught him how to love.

by kiera. ☆ © 2025 by yunistxr | all rights reserved.

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is he in heat nowadays?

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IM TELLING YOU HE IS GOING TO DO IT ONE DAY😍

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my thing for yunho's hands are. never getting away

hands? | jeong yunho

word count: 2.8k

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

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

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

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

"what the-"

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

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

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

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

"so what the hell is hot about him?"

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

"okay...what about hands?"

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

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

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

"am i not wrong?"

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

"-thank y-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"of course!"

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

he 100% wants to talk about what wooyoung said.

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

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

"yeah, yeah, definitely."

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

"i swear i will!"

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

"wait really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"absolutely not." you protest.

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

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

"yes."

"deal. you go first."

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

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

"done!"

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

"okay, sweat."

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

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

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

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

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

"shit."

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

"shut up." you growl back at him.

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

"what the fuck!"

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

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

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

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

"ah, ah, you bet on it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"why keep waiting then?" you tease back.

"you're right."

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

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

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

"yes, please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yun, please. i need more."

"okay, angel."

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

"fuck!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"so you like my hands a lot then."

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