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❅*⋆ 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬

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pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 4.4k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship

while the world revelled in the first snowfall of the year — crowding their windows as the sky painted the streets in a blanket of white — your focus remained elsewhere, too busy celebrating wooyoung.

❅ warnings: food/eating mentioned, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, men whimpering *drools*, wooyoung is a tease, sub-leaning!reader, cockwarming, creaming, praise, nicknames (youngie, woo; baby, good girl, darling, love), they are so in love i want to throw up

❅ A/N: happiest birthday to my beloved.

nsfw under the cut—minors dni 🔞

Smoothing your spatula over the cooled top layer, small, golden crumbs adhered to the buttercream as you coated the freshly baked cake’s exterior. You peered outside the window atop the sink, a smile stretching your lips when you’d noticed the falling white specs coating the world behind the safety of your glass pane.

You loved winter. You loved the hot chocolate with marshmallows melting into a swirl of whipped cream, huddling up on the couch with candles burning, blankets engulfing your form while the world around you faded away as warmth seeped into your skin. You loved the anticipation of snow, and the bliss it brought with it when it dressed the streets in a soft, pearly gown. You loved the big jumpers you’d sneak out of Wooyoung’s closet, his scent imbedded into the soft fibres, and the homemade soup burning your tongue as he spoon-fed it into your open mouth. Even with harsh storms swaying the trees from side to side, branches banging against your windows, hail pounding on the hoods of cars, and bleak winds breaching the thick layers of cashmere and fleece, winter with Wooyoung was warm.

Too immersed in taking in the sky’s frosty offering, you’d missed the gentle rustling of keys, the click of the front door, mindlessly spreading the slightly-too-thick coating while socked feet padded their way to your idle form. The sudden hands on your waist startled you, a gallop of buttercream flying off the spatula you were holding as your arm jolted upwards, quickly twisting your body with a stunted inhale to face the intruder. Your initial fright dwindled away as you stood before Wooyoung, eyes closed to avoid the buttercream stuck over his eyebrow, his body trapping yours against the marble counter.

“Woo,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, giggles bubbling up in your throat as you reached for the tablecloth you had thrown over your shoulder, wiping his face with your lips drawn tight to suppress the laugh attempting to slip through.

“Is this how you treat me on my birthday?” You wanted to kiss his pout away, but you resisted. “I rushed home to my darling because I missed her so much, and she tries to blind me,” he sulked, fluttering his eyes open once you’d wiped his face completely clean.

This time, you giggle, leaning forward to press your lips together, moving to peck the corners before pulling away. “I’m sorry, my love,” you smiled apologetically, not bothering with teasing him on his birthday. His mouth stretched into a smile that mirrored yours, and you leaned into his body, arms wrapping around his small waist while his circled your own. Glancing down at his shirt, about to scold him for the improper number of layers he’d thrown on before leaving, your eyebrows shot up at the blotchy streaks of brown painting the thin white. “What did the guys do to you?”

He tilted his head to take in the state of his shirt, blowing out a breathy laugh before directing his gaze back to your puzzled features. “Oh baby, you should’ve seen my face. They had Jongho push it down into the cake.”

“Mm, you still have some in your hair,” you grinned while picking out the crumbs from his hairline, running your fingers through dark locks to break up the stuck-together strands.

A gust of air blew over your face as it escaped Wooyoung’s parted lips in a heavy sigh, interrupting your ministrations when he dropped his head onto your shoulder to nuzzle his nose into your pulse point, inhaling the lingering scent of vanilla wafting off your skin and occupying your residence. Pressing a kiss to your neck, he muttered against the soft flesh, “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled, “you’ve only been gone for two hours.”

“Too long.”

Your chest warmed, fingers carding through the soft hairs at his nape while he laid the weight of his head onto your shoulder, breath steady and arms secure around your waist, occasionally tightening as he zoned in and out of the present, content to simply rest within the aura of tranquillity you’d effortlessly granted him. “You’re here now,” you burrowed your nose into his hair, the chocolatey aroma of a wasted cake embedded into the soft locks.

It wasn’t that Wooyoung was fond of winter too—he simply enjoyed spending it by your side. Pretending to be cold so you’d snuggle closer to him, running your hands through his hair and peppering kisses over his face until it scrunched up, blowing hot air over his already-warm palms just to see the corners of his eyes wrinkle as his lips curled with a smile. You'd wait all year to watch the world pile on layers of thick fabric with a sheet of white, quickly melting dust resting on their shoulders, dainty snowflakes bedecking brown locks, irises glinting under the winter sky as you walked down the slippery sidewalk with intertwined fingers swinging between your bodies.

Winter, to you and Wooyoung, meant meaningless walks under the soft snowfall, feeling the momentary chill of the icy flakes on your skin before it reverted back to liquid. Red noses inhaling the crisp air, soft gusts of fog leaving freckled lips as excited words rolled off his tongue—something about a new series he was watching, or was it a movie? The non-prescription glasses he insisted on wearing all but fully beclouded, droplets of melted snow rolling off the plastic frame, his lips cracked with their excessive movement as he kept switching between topics, as though he’d been saving them up for weeks. As though you didn’t share most of the day’s hours in each other’s company, eyes meeting delicate features as the morning sun cast its early rays over your resting figures, and falling shut within each other’s embrace, hoping their gentle touch could carry into your dreams.

Wooyoung knew when to be quiet as well. When the grey, weary skies reflected upon your affect, your warm sheets proving to be a little more difficult to part with, and words a little more difficult to utter. In such instances, Wooyoung offered you peace, safety, warmth. A place to rest and recover, where the passage of time didn’t seem too daunting, where you could find footing at your own pace, with a gaze flooded with unfaltering adoration cast upon you, and arms warmer than the peak of summer holding your trembling form until it found the strength to stand alone, a ghost of a palm on your lower back even as you took your first steps back into the present.

A pleasant exhale warmed your shoulder before Wooyoung’s body retreated partially, arms still encompassing your body while he directed his focus onto the counter behind you. “Has my baby been working on this since I left?” His tone was playful, amused as he peered over your shoulder at the crumb-coated cake left unfinished.

The corners of your lips lifted into a shy smile, cheeks flushed while you nodded. With your eyes fixed onto a particular stain on Wooyoung’s collar, you’d missed the tenderness of his gaze as he took you in—curling in on yourself while he held you in his arms, flour dusted over your sweater and traces of buttercream left at the corner of your mouth from a sneaky taste testing you thought would go unnoticed. Holding your chin with his pointer and thumb, Wooyoung directed your focus back to his face, greeting you with an easy smile before leaning forward to close the gap between your lips. They sashayed like dancers, moulding against one another in a gentle, yet gradually deepening kiss, noses pressing against one another as Wooyoung stepped further into your space.

And just like that, he was gone again, moving back to moon over the blend of abashment and disorientation taking over your features while your lips continued to chase his, the plushness lingering over your senses, and you wanted more. But the hands on your waist were twisting you clockwise until you faced the loitering snowfall once again, Wooyoung’s arms now on either side of you, bracketing your body against the counter while his lips feathered over the cartilage of your ear as he spoke, “come on then, don’t let me distract you.”

Your heartrate picked up, Wooyoung’s body heat—despite the intentional space left between your back and his chest—seeping into your skin, not aiding the flush running up your body at the proximity, the not-so-innocent touches, the teasing, the taste of his lips persisting over yours.

“Woo,” the tone was firm, but your voice wavered before you could stop it, and the telltale stretch of his mouth against the shell of your ear told you all you needed to know—Wooyoung was aware of his effect on you, and would work to exploit his power in any way he could.

Slender fingers reached for the piping bag you’d set aside earlier, twisting one of your hands with his free one to place the tool into your open palm. “Here, I’ll help,” his smirk remained, evident in his voice as he laid his hands over your knuckles, following your lead as you adjusted the bag in your hold until it fit comfortably.

You exhaled the breath you’d been holding, steadying your trembling hands and angling your body over the counter, dragging Wooyoung down with you as he watched your measured movements in silence. Pressing down on the sides of the plastic bag, you formed your first buttercream swirl with a meticulous twist of the wrist. You pursed your lips, leaning back ever so slightly to examine it before nodding in approval, bending down once again to repeat the process.

Wooyoung's hand remained perched idly over yours, eyes flitting between your profile and the hands lining his birthday cake’s circumference with—very uneven—swirls of vanilla buttercream. With no trace of your previous bashfulness to be found, Wooyoung found himself mooning over the engaged furrow of your eyebrows, the glossy sliver of tongue held between your teeth, steady hands moving underneath his with no complaint about their added weight; you’ll most likely use that as an excuse to justify the noticeable discrepancy in swirl size, and Wooyoung will most likely allow it, drop the banter and accept you accusations, simply to see the blissful spark lighting up your irises.

Suddenly straightening up into his body, you’d dragged Wooyoung out of his sappy daydreams and back to inspect the finished cake, the decorative swirls appearing more uniform now that they’d been clustered together, the mouthwatering scent of vanilla and caramel so inviting, so homey and pleasant.

As though you’d read his mind, you reached forward to grab a clean fork from the dishrack, not bothering with cutting out a slice before you’d stabbed the cake to scoop out a bite of fluffy, vanilla-coated sponge. Wooyoung's mouth opened without thought as you directed the heaped fork over your shoulder, teeth clanging against the metal as he slid the contents off its prongs. You'd expected the passionate feedback, turning your head as soon as his eyes had fell shut, wishing you’d plugged your ears as soon as the hyperbolic moaning began. Sensing the sway of his body behind you while he chewed loudly, you slid your finger over the coated side of the cake, collecting a bead of buttercream and rotating your body to smear it onto his cheek. The moaning stopped, thank fuck.

The deadpan expression barely lasted, his features melting into that of warmth, affection, love—as though you’d handcrafted the intricate snowflakes painting the world white and placed them into his hands. Wooyoung’s gaze moved to your lips, skipping contemplation, and diving forward to share the sweet remnants of vanilla on his tongue, flicking it over your bottom lip with a sly smile. He trailed tender kisses up your face, starting at the corner of your mouth and up to your cheekbone. And just as your eyes fluttered shut, a warm, buttercream-covered cheek collided with yours, curved nose nuzzling into the warm flesh to smear the sugary cream over your skin. His grip on your waist was unyielding, holding you still while you thrashed in his arms.

“You shouldn’t play with your food, my love,” he grinned, fingers now poking at your sides.

“Woo—” you shrieked and jerked away from his touch, throwing your head back as giggles erupted from your chest. “Please—s-stop!”

He carried on with his ministrations for a few moments more, revelling in the pleasant melody leaving your smiling lips, the joyous expression persisting even after his hands ceased their motion, now resting comfortably over the curve of your waist. It was as though an inconspicuous force drew him to you, finding it laborious to remain detached from your form. The cake on his shirt be damned, he wrapped himself around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck to inhale the scent of your body wash, pressing feathery pecks over the soft skin.

The corners of your lips curled upwards, sighing pleasantly at the gentle gesture as you smoothed your hands down his back, nuzzling your cheek into his clothed shoulder while the scent of musk and chocolate mingled in the air around you.

Settling in the tranquil stillness with Wooyoung, you could feel the taut, lean muscle lining his back beneath your palms, absorbing his comforting heat as you stood together. “How are you not cold?”

He smiled fondly at the slight lisp you spoke with, tucked so close to his body, his shoulder muffled your words. Pulling back, he placed a wet kiss to the tip of your nose when you’d whined about the sudden parting, and his hands reached for yours. He enveloped the icy digits within the warmth of his own, bringing them up to his mouth to blow hot air into the cocoon he’d created around your hands. Closing his fingers around yours completely, he hoped it’d contain the warmth of his breath, lowering them back down to peer at you through his eyelashes, a familiar glint in his eyes.

“What?” you questioned warily, one eyebrow raised and heat rushing through your body.

Despite his intense stare, his eyes—though slightly narrowed—remained soft, one hand leaving yours to smooth down the hair at the side of your head, the scent of chocolate surrounding you once again as he pressed his lips to your temple, the leftover sugary cream on his skin spreading over your cheekbone as he spoke.

“My sweet baby, let’s warm you up, yeah?”

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All plans to ravish you vanished as soon as your knees met the carpeted floor between his legs, hurried fingers tugging at his sweatpants, not allowing him the time to settle back down onto the couch cushions before a wet tongue swiped over the precum beading at his tip.

“Baby, you really don’t have to,” he muttered breathlessly, fingers carding through your hair, eager eyes watching your spit-soaked lips approaching his cock.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you wordlessly took his cockhead into your mouth, fluttering your eyes shut as you lowered yourself further down his length, grunts and choked moans reverberating in your ears and motivating you to carry on. He felt heavy on your tongue, the prominent vein lining his shaft throbbing in your mouth and bitter precum overwhelming your tastebuds. Wooyoung’s thighs tensed under your palms, and glancing up at him, you watched the turmoil his features portrayed, wanting you to move at your own pace, yet the burning want sizzling in his gut begged him to take what he wanted.

“Youngie,” a gentle mumble of his name was enough to drag him out of the battles crowding his mind, snapping his eyes down to your face with parted lips and stunted exhales. Dragging your mouth down his length, you watched as his gaze moved to take in the slow descent, then back up at the sound of your voice, “use me however you want, birthday boy.”

You flattened your tongue over underside of his cock, moving upwards to circle around his head, your exaggerated slurping breaking Wooyoung’s composure, the internal battles in his mind coming to a standstill as your warmth engulfed him, eyes beginning to roll back with every inch you took down the rough plane of your tongue. His hands shot up to hold your face, thumb caressing your cheekbones while he kept you in place, languidly rolling his hips into your mouth, head thrown back over the cushions behind him with burning arousal rushing through his body. You nuzzled your nose into the thick hairs at his base, and even as you gagged, your mind floated in ecstasy with every upward buck of Wooyoung’s hips.

“Fuck—‘m sorry darling, you feel so good,” he admired the skill in which you took his cock with lidded eyes, brows furrowed while he held you down until he felt the last of your oxygen warming the skin of his pelvis.

Wooyoung helped you off his length before you had the chance to tap on his thigh, chest heaving as he watched you regain your breath, his throbbing length coated in your spit and spurting translucent, sticky precum in anticipation. He followed the string of saliva connecting the tip of your tongue to his cockhead, swallowing dryly as his body lit up with all-consuming lust. Watching you suck in the air you’d lost, Wooyoung assumed he’d have more time to recover, to push down the hints of an orgasm come too soon, but the sudden fingers around his base offered him no reprieve. Small, firm tugs on the lower half of his cock built him up to an almost-high once again, his voice thinning—groans turned choked-up moans—and his hips involuntarily jerking into your fist.

“W-wait—baby, ‘m gonna cum, please—” he pleaded, but the small smile you tried to hide told him everything he needed to know: you weren’t planning on stopping. You wanted to hear him whimper and whine, watch him squirm and shiver under your touch until he’d dirtied his clothes with his own cum, until his cock could no longer handle the flaring stimulation. But Wooyoung had other plans, grabbing your wrist and sighing as you relaxed your fingers around his cock, shutting his eyes to bask in the calm before opening them once again to take in your dejected features. Too riled up to play your games, like a carnivorous fauna who’d been mercilessly starved for weeks, Wooyoung wanted to feast. “God, darling, I wanna fuck you so bad.”

You thought the couch would’ve been reserved for foreplay and playful teasing, but Wooyoung didn’t bother move to the comfort of your shared bed, simply lifting you off the ground and trapping you under him, the fingers tangled in the hair at your nape tugging your head back to bare your neck while blunt canines left imprints over the delicate skin. Wooyoung’s cock fit snugly between your walls, resting comfortably within your clenching heat while he ravished you, his body weight resting on your pelvis restricting your movement. It seemed as though the raw lust blazing in hooded eyes had dissipated completely, replaced by unwavering patience, gentle pecks and blooming bruises, a throbbing cock seated within your cunt with no plans of moving, of fucking you the way you’d yearned for.

“Youngie,” you whined, a high-pitched whisper that elicited a hum from the man biting into your shoulder. “Please move.”

A breathy chuckle blew over your skin, “I thought the birthday boy made the requests?”

Your expression fell, was it the embarrassment or dejection? Either or, you turned your head to face the backrest, the motion restricted by the hand in your hair, now easing its grip as Wooyoung noticed the flush spreading up from the collar of the flour-dusted sweatshirt he didn’t bother add to the pile of clothes haphazardly thrown over the carpet.

Redirecting back up to your jaw, he planted wet, open-mouthed kisses over its slope, gentle fingers on your chin guiding your gaze back to him. “Oh baby, I’m just kidding.”

His lips settled into an easy smile, soft fringe fanned over his forehead and shimmering beads of sweat forming over the slivers of skin peeking through. The abashment you’d felt faded upon meeting his eyes, void of any judgement, and full of unconditional infatuation. His lips landed onto yours while you were too busy admiring his features—a slow, deep kiss to match the leisure movement of his hips, the drag of his cock over your walls throwing gasoline into the fire burning in your gut. Arm hooking under your knee, he spread you open and laid himself over your lower half.

“What are you—”

“Moving,” a sly smirk paired with a sharp thrust into your welcoming heat, a groan left his parted lips while he watched you melt under his towering frame, the audible squelch of your pussy like music to his ears.

He didn’t give you time to process, elbows digging into the cushion on either side of your head as he built up to a mind-numbing pace, stuffing his cock inside you and revelling in the pleasure painting your features—eyes shut and mouth forming an ‘o’, unable to form coherent words, only a staccato of airy ah’s. His cock was relentless, repeatedly pressing into your sweet spot to light fireworks behind your eyelids, your hips rolling to meet his to create an echo of skin-on-skin between the four walls. The constant squeeze of your pussy around him, the sweet sounds leaving your lips, the firm hold you had around his biceps as he pistoned his hips into you with fervour—Wooyoung’s composure began faltering, and his desperation unveiled itself the deeper he fucked himself into your sopping cunt.

You were so wet, a frustrated whine reverberating in Wooyoung’s throat when he slipped out of you, hands trembling as he hurriedly pushed himself back into your fluttering hole, sighing in unison once your walls were once again moulded to his shape. He lowered himself atop you, his forearms easing some of his body weight off yours while he nuzzled back into your neck, grunts and breathy moans now much closer to your ear, much clearer, sending searing waves of heat straight down to your stretched core.

“So fucking perfect,” he muttered into your skin, “taking me so well, letting me use your cunt the way I want. Such a good girl for me,” he bit down on the column of your throat, feeling it vibrate with your moans as he built himself up to the brink of his orgasm, then slowing down to drag you there with him.

“Fuck, Woo, please—”

Your fingers found the hair at his crown and tugged, not to pull him off you, but to hear the whimpers sounding at the back of his throat. You were close too, so fucking close from the relentless abuse of your g-spot, Wooyoung’s cockhead pressing into it with every forceful thrust into your needy cunt while his pelvis continuously brushed against your swollen clit. The familiar fluttering didn’t go unnoticed, your pussy gripping Wooyoung with its every retreat, swallowing him back inside—inch by inch—with an exhale of relief.

“Close?”

It sounded more like a statement, but you nodded anyway, the hands on his shoulders sliding down his bare back to grip the warm flesh of his hips, desperately guiding them into your heat. The gesture, paired with the doe, sparking eyes you looked up at him with, the gentle tone of your voice as whispered pleads and repetitions of his name escaped your pouty lips, dragged Wooyoung over the edge, tumbling down the steep hill of his orgasm until his vision blurred with unshed tears. The rhythm he'd maintained broke, replaced by sloppy, frenzied thrusts into your dripping cunt, a thick ring of cream forming around his cock as he emptied inside you.

He twitched violently between your walls, and the sudden warmth spreading through your lower belly dragged you down that hill with Wooyoung. You clamped down around his length, halting the frantic pounding as he sheathed himself within your cunt, feeding thick ropes of white into your womb while he shuddered above you, unfiltered moans vibrating against the side of your neck.

It felt like you were still coming, even as Wooyoung used your cunt to milk out the last of his cum, heavy dollops streaming out of the stretched hole, your walls continued to flutter around him, thighs trembling at his side and under his palm. Even as he stretched your leg out for you, refusing to leave the comforting warmth of your cunt while he wrapped his arms around you and twisted you onto your sides, your mind still floated within a cloud of ecstasy.

Was it your orgasm, or was it just Wooyoung? His presence, the soft scent of his cologne and the chocolate in his hair creating a bubble of comfort around your resting frame, his warmth seeping into your skin and lighting your heart ablaze. Today was meant to be about him, celebrating him, but love laced itself into everything Wooyoung did, and he couldn’t help but give, even on a day on which he was meant to take.

“Thank you for today,” the words spoken into your hair were unexpected, and you lifted your head to meet dazed eyes.

“What?”

“The cake, and the dessert,” he smiled at the innuendo, leaning down to peck the tip of your scrunched nose. “Thank you for loving me.”

Dumbstruck, you stared up at the man with glassy eyes, tucking yourself back into his chest before he could question the tearful reception of his words. But Wooyoung only held you tighter, pressing a faint yet reassuring kiss over your hair while you sunk further into his arms. Warm. Even in the midst of winter, Wooyoung was warm.

With the fluffy blanket you’d laid over the backrest now wrapped around your bare figures, you rested within Wooyoung’s secure hold, sharing whispered confessions and hearty giggles while the sun started its descent from its locus. And as the sky shifted from blues to a vivid magenta, you endeavoured to maintain the smile stretching Wooyoung’s lips, to watch his lines around his mouth further deepen until this happiness forever etched itself onto his face.

The world continued to celebrate the first snow of the year—blankets of white now melting over the asphalt—but your focus remained elsewhere, too busy celebrating Wooyoung.

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Celluloid Scenes.

pairing/s: professor!yunho x fem!student

genre/s: smut, fluff, au

plot summary: you're having difficulties grasping this chapter. your professor offers you extra classes, in which they end in the most unanticipated manner.

content: teacher-student (late & early 20s, consensual), filming, pet names, oral sex, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (condomize), rough sex, degradation (barely), belt collar, breath play, creampie, cum eating, face fucking, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism.

word count: 6k

author's note: cliché plot but this is my first piece since i got out of my 4-year writer's block. pls bare w. me. 🥴

* DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTIONAL. IT IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF JEONG YUNHO'S CHARACTER, PERSONALITY OR BEHAVIOUR. THIS IS SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! *

* 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! *

Y/N has never had trouble with music theory. If anything, it was her favourite module. Never raked in a score below a 75%, even if it was a mock assessment that held no weight towards the final pass mark. Chapter 9: Time Signatures. It all went downhill from there. She had collected nothing but 35% and lower on all her mock tests. It was humiliating, to say the least. She was not comprending anything that wasn't in 4/4. This streak of perpetual failures was swallowing her whole, and the shame of it all had found residence in the crevices of her mind.

Professor Jeong Yunho sauntered towards Y/N's desk and laid a paper in front of her, facing down. Facing down. The shame is growing.

He wore a bored expression when he looked down on her, releasing an exhausted sigh, and said, "Ms. L/N, a word after class?"

He continued down the row, handing out everyone's mock tests. She buried her face in her arms on the desk, contemplating her next steps. She's made use of study guides, peer assistance, and even sourced help outside the school, but all she knew was 4/4.

Her friend, Aaliyah, hugged her and said, "You have the best ear in this class, and everybody hits a bump in the road sometimes. But I promise, you will get this before the official assessment."

"Do you know how many hours of prog metal and jazz I listened to, just to get another face-down paper?" She sat upright, lifting Aaliyah's weight off of her body, and whined "My spotify wrapped, Aaliyah."

"Wrapped is in five months. That's enough time to get Lana back at number one." Aaliyah waved her off absentmindedly. "Try blues. It is the mother of modern music, so the answers are in there somewhere."

Class came to an end. The hall started airing out as the students bid adieu. Aaliyah left Y/N behind as she found her way back to their shared apartment. Y/N remained planted in her seat, tucking away yet another inglorious mock test into her tote bag. How the earth could just open up and swallow her. Y/N made her way down to Yunho's desk, while he stood at the door sending off his last students for the day. Once the class emptied, he closed the door and sat himself on his desk, in front of Y/N.

"Your last few mocks have been quite... appalling. I'm not a stranger to failing students but this is certainly not your M.O." he dawned a disappointed look. "You're my star student, talk to me."

She pouted as her head hung low, "I've asked the other students for help and even went to the music store across town. It's just not clicking."

He furrowed his brows, concerned, "Is there something going on in your personal life that's hindering your progress?"

"Nothing I'm aware of, no."

"Be honest, Y/N. It's your last year and I wanna see you graduate in record time." one of his eyebrows arched.

"I'm telling you." her voice was high as she responded. "You think I willingly listened to Dream Theater just to make sense of the work? Emphasis on 'willingly'." She threw her hands up in exaggeration.

He let out a chuckle and mumbled, almost as if he was embarrassed, "I love Dream Theater..."

"You also love post eighties Metallica," she said, mockingly, "but I'll shame you another day seeing that I actually need help." she bat her eyelashes coquettishly.

With a wheeze, he said, "I won't dignify that with a response."

Yunho smirked as he made his way around the desk and sat down is his chair. With his body occupying the space, the chair looked more like a throne beneath him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, unleashing an exasperated sigh. He was trying to make sense of Y/N's little hiccup. As he pondered on all the possible causes of her lack of understanding in the material, silence blanketed them.

During what felt like a voyage to the moon and back, but was actually a minute, Y/N had entertained herself with the Spiderman action figure on Yunho's desk. It was a Tobey Maguire edition. Its limbs could be moved and it had built-in web shooters.

"Okay," he broke the silence, which startled Y/N. She sat the figure back down on his desk, "since you're a practical learner, I can only assume that listening isn't enough for you. So we need to get physical."

"I don't know what that means." she deadpanned.

"Another way to learn time signatures is using drums. Wooyoung is expecting a delivery of new drumkits for his class but they won't be here until the third, which is-"

Y/N cut him off and finished the sentence. "After the official assessment." Panic materialised on her face, as her mind convinced her that her failure was bound to compound.

"Exactly. Now," he leaned forward on his desk, grabbed a note and pen, and scribbled on it as he spoke. "I do have a drumkit back at my place. I can privately tutor you until we complete this chapter." He handed her the note with his address and phone number on it. "We only have two more mocks left, so let's bring your grade up before the official assessment."

Y/N's face beamed as she swiped the note out of his hand, and glanced at it with hope in her eyes. She let out a squeal, which made Yunho jolt out of his seat. He looked at her with much adoration in his eyes, proud that he had just given his student a second chance she assumed was not probable.

Official testing was Monday. Yunho tutored her Fridays through Sundays. On Fridays, Y/N would arrive promptly at his loft at 18:00 and leave at 20:00. On weekends, their sessions begun at 15:00 and concluded at 18:00. Each lesson was very much routine; Yunho would demonstrate a time signature on his drumkit, Y/N replicated it, he would play a song on the speakers, and she would have to identify the time signature.

With each passing lesson, her pattern recognition skills improved. She had went from identifying time signatures after a verse and a chorus, to half a verse, to thirty seconds into a song. Averaging 35% and lower on mocks became a thing of the past, hauling in a 50 and 68 on her last two mocks. Never one to score anything less than a 75, Y/N was growing accustomed to the idea of a 70 for this chapter. She was just appreciative of the assistance Yunho offered, which allowed her to absolve herself of the shame that had befallen her.

The lessons weren't without their own... complications. At least emotional ones, that is. Piddling instances of small talk ranging from casual topics such as movies and music transformed into hour-long personal revelations about dreams and desires. Having peered into each other's hearts and minds, and divulging their truths, they saw each other in a new light.

Behaviours taking up new form, Yunho would always steal glances of Y/N while she was doing classwork. He started wearing much stronger colognes with a sweet touch. Y/N became more mindful of the way she dressed, abandoning her usual sweatpants and tank tops for mini skirts and blouses. These changes did not go unnoticed; they saw but never spoke.

As she trode to the door, about to begin her trek to Yunho's apartment, Aaliyah called to Y/N with her eyes glued to the television. "Make sure you have your keys with you. I probably won't be here when you come back." Aaliyah's eyes landing on Y/N's form, offering a warm smile. "Have fun at your lessons."

She responded softly, with a shy smile dawning her face, "Got my keys. I'll see you at the show." she begun walking out the door but she quickly backtracked, remembering to say, "Also, please learn how to open the window after showering. It's humid when I step in."

She arrived at Yunho's loft a little bit past 15:00. When she arrived, he asked if she could wait for him to take a shower. She sat on his couch, watching the television. Starting to feel a bit unimpressed with what the television had to offer, she occupied herself with his drumkit, practicing everything she had learned in past few weeks. Yunho entered the living room and lessons went on as usual.

"I think you're ready for Monday's test." Yunho sat on the couch, right beside her, resting his arm behind her head.

Y/N turned her body to face him, crossing one leg over the other with her skirt riding up her thigh, revealing a black lace garter embellished with floral designs. His eyes danced between the garter and her eyes, not certain what was more mesmerising. She picked up on this and truthfully, her heart fluttered.

What Y/N never admitted to anybody, not even the big man upstairs, was that she always had the cutest little crush on Yunho. Since first year. These extra lessons only made her innocent infatuation inflate by ten folds. Conversely, Yunho was lured in by the praises that were sung repeatedly by Professor Kim and Choi. He would always find excuses to be in Hongjoong and Jongho's classes, just to hear Y/N either play guitar or sing. What truly trapped him was hearing her rendition of the 'Sweet Child O' Mine' guitar solo. A true beauty who could make a guitar sing as beautifully as she does.

"That 75 was looking very bleak two weeks ago. This chapter had me praying to gods I didn't worship." she grimaced as the words left her mouth.

He inched closer to her face, speaking in a low tone, "I knew you'd turn things around with proper guidance." He begun sliding his hand right up her thigh and tugged on the hem of her thong. "My star student." he whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

He planted wet kisses on her neck, nipping her skin. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth; she impulsively grabbed a handful of his t-shirt and cocked her head back, giving him more access. He trailed multiple kisses across her neck, biting her skin along the way, marking her. She swiftly put herself up on his lap, straddling him between her legs. They shared a passionate kiss that only made their bodies radiate. The growing bulge in his sweats grazed her clothed sex, illiciting a sensual and breathy moan on her part.

They both knew what they were doing would warrant harsh consequences, should they ever be caught. In that moment, they cared only about what their hearts truly yearned for; each other's companionship.

"Fuck, Yuyu." she moaned as she would grind her clothed part against his bulge.

Yunho reached into her thong, separating her folds with his fingers. He was met with moisture. "Jesus, Y/N. You're already wet and we haven't even gotten to the best part."

In a flurry of motions, they were in Yunho's bedroom. He put her down on the bed and walked to the film camera in the corner of the room. He positioned it at the corner of the bed and begun filming. Hovering over her, he lifted her chin to make her face him.

Brushing his thumb on her cheek, he said, "You're gonna be a good girl for me, right?"

She hummed at his words, nodding in agreement. He leaned down to kiss her, unbuttoning her silk blouse as he went down on his knees. His hands snaked around her back, unclasping her bra, and cupping two handfuls of her mounds. His lips circled one of her nipples, licking and biting, forcing moans out of Y/N. He alternated breasts, abandoning one of them and leading his hand back into her thong. She was gushing.

With one hand still cupping her breast and his tongue teasing her nipple, he pulled her skirt off and proceed to remove her thong with his other hand. He exhanged her breast for her lips, longing for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck in an attempt to keep balance. His fingers separated her folds once more, his thumb playing with her clit. She gasped into his mouth, making him smile against her lips, feeling ever so proud of himself. He slid one finger into her hole, thumb still on her clit. He started pumping in and out of her slowly. A second finger. A third. Pace accelerating.

It was nearing. The knot in her stomach reporting, her walls clenching around Yunho's fingers. He could feel it approaching, it was right there but he wanted to make her beg for her release. He broke their kiss and pulled his fingers out of her, a whine escaping on her end. With haste, he took his t-shirt off and positioned his himself between her legs. Trailing kisses inside her thighs, he grabbed the garter with his teeth and slid it off her leg. He laid her down on the bed, one hand playing with her breast and the other fingering her into oblivion. His mouth wrapped around her clit, licking and kissing it. Softly nibbling her clitoris here and there, causing her back to arch. Y/N had a tight grip on Yunho's hair, not knowing what to do with her hands.

"Yuyu, please, I'm so close." she let out a moan that was bordering on a sob.

He purposely ignored her, knowing it would make her fight harder to not cum. Her walls clenched tighter than before around his fingers, the knot in her stomach getting uncomfortably tight. Tears welling in her eyes, breathing laboured, legs shaking uncontrollably. She was coming undone. He was pushing her to her limit. He felt her every reaction but still withheld those words.

Her tears escaping, running down her temples. With each passing second, she was finding it difficult to control her breathing.

"Yuyu, please." she croaked. Her grip on his hair only getting tighter.

Letting go of her breast, he grabbed her wrist and squeezed it, signaling her to leave his hair, which she reluctantly did. He peered from beneath her.

"What's my name?" he spelled out. His fingers were dancing right there by her sweet spot. She was overstimulated, seeing stars. The stimulation was making the nerves in her body cause an immense level of discomfort because her release was being withheld.

"Yuyu..." she cried in between incoherent mumbles.

"Someone doesn't wanna cum." he scoffed, burying his face back between her thighs. His tongue continued to draw circles around her clit, his fingers only getting faster.

"Yunho! It's Yunho!" she cried after a string of nonsensical ramblings.

He removed his mouth from her core, fingering her even faster than before, delivering the final blow. Those magic words. "Cum. Now." he commanded her.

The knot in her stomach snapped. Without a second to spare, her legs shook violently. Short hitched breaths. Tears streaming down her face. The thick, white, creamy nectar leaking out of her sex, seemingly neverending, came in vast quantities. He laid right beside her on the bed, enveloping her in a hug as she rode out her delirious high. Kissing her forehead, singing praises in her ear, talking her through her orgasm. Her body presumably sensitive, Yunho gently positioned her vertically on the bed.

He planted a soft kiss on her lips and stroked her hair, as he hovered over, whispering, "Don't fall asleep just yet, princess. We're not done."

The bulge in his sweats was throbbing, causing him mild discomfort. He was ready to finally relieve himself, and his favourite student was there to make it happen. He left the bedroom, Y/N trying her hardest to not drift off. Yunho returned and he leaned against the doorframe, hands behind his back, taking in the image of every curve and crevice of Y/N's body. Appreciating the goddess that laid nude in his bed, hair covering her face, awaiting an imminent awakening.

"Tell me, Y/N. Do you ever think of me while you... touch yourself?" Yunho enquired. A dark look in his eyes, with a hint of mischief.

Y/N lazily propped herself up against the headboard. Heat arose in her cheeks, feeling embarrassed. "I really don't wanna answer that, Yuyu."

He walked to the bed, revealing a digital camera, a belt and handcuffs in his hands. He put everything down on the bed except the camera, and caressed her cheek. She leaned into his touch. She felt safe, as if he was exactly who she had been waiting for her entire life. He grabbed her chin and rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip. She instinctively opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb. Yunho positioned the digital camera over her face and photographed the moment.

"That's okay. Personally, I've been thinking of ways I could touch you once I got the chance. Find new, exciting ways to stimulate you." he pulled his thumb out of her mouth, a string of saliva lingering. "See the way you were crying when you came? That was beautiful." he leaned in to her, brushing her lips with his own. "That's what my star student deserves as a reward, for being so hardworking and obedient."

She nodded in agreement as she closed the gap between them. A very short but heated kiss. Yunho pulled away and began to position her. Her knees pressed into the pillows, with her wrists handcuffed to the headboard, he pressed his hand down her back to make her arch. He looped his belt around her neck and let it hang on her back.

Once he took off his sweats, he positioned himself behind her, spreading her legs a bit wider. His member was long and girthy, a large vein running along the base. His slit leaking profusely with precum. He took the tip of his cock and ran it between her folds, as he was pumping it to get it harder, still slick with her nectar. The tip slid into her entrance. He slowly begun stretching her out, proving difficult as she was tight and he was... oversized. With every inch he fed her, they both started shaking. By the time he bottomed her, they were sweating buckets. Both his hands on her hips, slowly, he started pulling out and thrusting in with a bit more speed and impact, grazing her cervix. As they both grew accustomed to the rhythm, he looped the belt around his hand, gently tugging on it.

Although she did not verbally say, Y/N enjoyed the way Yunho tugged the belt. Breathy moans bouncing on the walls with each pull. Yunho watched how Y/N's ass recoiled everytime he pounded into her; a sight to behold. He loved it. Slowing down the pace, he took camera right beside him and begun taking pictures of his cock inside her. He tugged on the belt so that her head would face the ceiling. Smile for the camera. He put the camera back down and picked up the pace. His arm snaking around her waist, rubbing her clit vigorously.

With Yunho still tugging on the belt, slowly beginning to cut her air circulation, but leaving enough room for her to breathe, he pounded even harder. Skin clapping. Laboured breathing. Grunts and moans. Her cunt squelching. All these sounds melding together within the walls. It was amazing. That knot in her stomach paid her a second visit. There it was again. She feared he would repeat what he did before.

She spoke with a slight rasp in her voice, "I- I- I'm gonna c-cum..."

He rubbed her clit even harder. "Not yet, my little cocksleeve. Just a little longer."

Her nerves were getting overworked, yet again. She started sob-moaning as she did her utmost best to keep herself from unraveling. "Yuyu, I feel like I'm gonna explode. Please!" she cried hysterically.

Yunho tugged on the belt, causing her head to cock backwards. "Just take it like the good girl that you are, okay baby? Don't be a brat." he groaned in her ear.

"Yunho, I'm trying." she cried.

He released the belt and stopped rubbing her clit. Grabbing either sides of her hips, he rammed into her relentlessly. "Come on, princess. Cum on daddy's cock." he groaned. Without changing rhythm, he grabbed the camera again. As he felt her clamp around his cock, she released. A beautiful moan leaving her mouth. A white ring started forming around his cock, and he photographed this glorious creation. Y/N rode out her high on Yunho's cock, with bits of her juices dripping out, as she waited for him to get his.

Yunho's hips moved erratically as his own orgasm crept in. The tension in his stomach vanished as soon as he came inside Y/N. His cock was twitching inside her pussy. He plastered himself on her back while he came, his arms snaked around her waist. Whispering praises and promises in her ear. Planting kisses all over the side of her face. Taking nips of her skin.

After a few fleeting minutes, he then took off her handcuffs. As he pulled his member out of her pussy, a white, thick stream made its way down her thighs. Some of it dripping on the sheets. He quickly cleaned her up, rushed to the kitchen to get her a glass of water, and changed the sheets. She was out cold as soon as her head hit the pillow. He truly drained her.

Yunho stopped the recording and put the camera back where it initially was; in the corner of the room. He snuck into bed, cocooning Y/N in his chest and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. She was a true beauty to behold. He was boasting.

Almost two weeks had passed since Y/N and Yunho's sexual congress. Y/N earned herself a 73 on her official test, the lowest she'd ever gotten. She took it with stride as the alternative could've been worse. That Monday of the test was the last time she saw Yunho. As soon as she completed her test, she left her script with her professor and sped out of class, not allowing an opportunity for him to speak to her to present itself.

Y/N got what she wanted for the longest time but she didn't know how to navigate its aftermath. She felt awkward, didn't know how to act. Afraid that Yunho would tell her that it was just a one-time thing. She did not want to hear that. However, Yunho was feeling regretful of that fateful Sunday. Not because of the sex, but because of how Y/N was avoiding him. He was gutted. Losing sleep some nights. Never having seen her in class since Monday's test. Worried of her whereabouts. She wasn't answering his texts nor calls. All he could do was wait until the next time he saw her.

Waldorf Music Academy was hosting their annual mixer, where final-year students were given the opportunity to socialise and make connections with industry executives and artists. WMA was a hotspot for anyone seeking an educated individual who could turn 'generally favourable reviews' into 'universal acclaim'; a magnum opus. Its alma maters ranging from musicians to teachers with their own practices to executives. Industry titans from all over the world could only hope to get an invitation.

She knew this mixer was a once in a lifetime opportunity and couldn't miss it. Her dream of being a songwriter and composer was right there. Y/N spent the whole week preparing herself. Looking presentable was a must. She would not have her moment marred by poor etiquette.

A red, low-back floor-length silk gown with thin straps that criss-crossed in the back, was her choice. Paired with white strapped heels and a white quilted clutch. Her ensemble was embellished with a pearl choker necklace and a 3-piece pearl bracelet with a gold clasp. Breathtaking was not a testament to how magnificent she looked.

Yunho was sporting a black suit with a black tie, a white button-up shirt, a black waistcoat and patent leather oxfords. A silver lapel chain connecting two rubies, hung from the lapel down to the front pocket. His look complete with ruby cufflinks.

The mixer was in full swing. Artists and executives, students and professors were interacting. Some students were lucky enough to exchange contacts with people could open up doors for them. As Y/N spoke with a few songwriters who were behind multiple 2010s pop and hip-hop hits, a longing Yunho was burning holes into the back of her head with his stare from a few feet away. In all honesty, he was enticed by her bare back. He was waiting to go in for the kill.

As Y/N concluded her conversation, she slowly walked away. Yunho took a few strides towards her. He discreetly touched her lower back, which made her gasp. She took a quick glance to her side and faced front just as fast. They walked aimlessly together, side by side.

"Princess, you look otherworldly." he whispered, enough for her to hear but for no one to catch on. "Who's attention are trying to get?"

Maintaining the same tone, she responded, "You look ravishing, Yuyu. But certainly not yours."

"I haven't seen you since your test and you haven't attended any of my classes. You're my star student, talk to me." he recited. That succint statement creating a déjà vu effect.

Her steps faltered momentarily at 'star student' before her step was restored. "I've been feeling under the weather so I thought-"

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." he gently grabbed her wrist and yielded their stroll. He gave her a grave look. "I know you've been avoiding me because Hongjoong told me you were at every guitar lesson." he let go of her wrist to avoid attracting unwanted attention.

She gulped and sighed, defeatedly. "I felt... weird, after we... you know... had sex." she gestured with her hands. "I started avoiding you so you wouldn't get the chance to tell me it was a one-time thing. It sucks because I..." she released a shaky breath. "think I have feelings for you."

"That's on me for not prompting the conversation sooner. But do you realise how worried I was? How bad I felt when you didn't answer my texts or calls?" he shook his head. "Y/N, you can't just disappear on me whenever you don't understand your own feelings."

"Approaching you with matters unrelated to school is difficult because I don't know where we stand."

From the inside of his jacket, he produced a gold ring with an obsidian stone. "I was planning on giving you this after class, once you got your test results. But you've been M.I.A. So I brought it with me, hoping I would see you, so we could talk about, I don't know... a relationship?" he said, suggestively. The look in his eyes was softer. "I'm a grown man. No games, I want something serious."

She took the ring in her hand, admiring it with wide eyes, "There's no harm in talking, right?" she slid the ring on her right index and looked up at Yunho. "I don't wanna get you in trouble, Yunho."

"Don't worry, princess. We'll only meet in my loft since it's in the inner city, away from campus. After your graduation, we'll be free." he smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you for being so understanding." she returned the smile.

"I booked a room in the hotel. Ten-oh-three. See you after the mixer?"

She nodded quickly. "Midnight."

The hall was slowly emptying as guests departed. It was quite easy for Y/N to slip out without anyone noticing. Yunho had already disappeared by 23:00. As she rode silently in the elevator, she was hoping nobody from school would see her. The idea of getting caught was brewing anxiety inside her. The doors opened and she was met with a giant "floor 10" silver lettering. She walked down the hallway and stopped before 1003.

After a few knocks, Yunho opened the door and pulled her in while snaking his arm around her waist. Locking the door, he bridal carried her and plastered soft pecks all over her face. Y/N was very giggly. She dropped her clutch on the coffee table. They laid in bed, with Y/N beneath him. He tucked hair behind her ears, and started stroking her hairline. She toiled with the hair at the back of his neck. A few moments of silence passed as they enjoyed each other's embrace.

He started kissing her sensually, cupping either side of her face. She returned the kiss enthusiastically. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. He got up off the bed and took off his waistcoat and shirt. Grabbing her by the ankles, he dragged her to edge of the bed and put her legs on his chest. He took off her heels and started massaging her legs.

"Tell me, princess. How far do you want us to go?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Our relationship."

She pondered on her thoughts. Not wanting to be so vague that it planted doubt in Yunho's mind, but not so honest that she sounded desperate. "Right now, I'm okay with this. I don't wanna set expectations that could be beyond our reach. Let's just... go with it."

Y/N sat upright on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. She gently tugged on his waistband, bringing her lips to his stomach. He shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. His hand played with her hair. She unbuckled his belt and brought his pants down low enough for his cock to spring out.

It stood long and hard in front of her face, grazing her chin. She took him in her hand and placed a wet kiss on the tip. As she wrapped her lips around the tip and licked it, she slowly begun pumping his shaft. He let out a shaky breath. Her mouth felt warm around him. She worked his cock all the way down her throat, stilling for a few seconds.

When she pulled him out, a string of saliva lingered. She pumped him again, looking him in the eye and saying, "Tell me you want this, Yuyu. That you want me." she licked her upper lip.

He groaned. "Fuck, I want you and more, baby girl."

She planted her mouth back on his cock, sliding down halfway and leaving enough room to keep pumping. Her tongue laved him, wetting his cock immensely. Sucking on his cock and creating a suction effect, that paired with the rapid pumping was driving him to imminent euphoria. The feeling was sensational for him, expressing his pleasure with multiple breathless moans and praises.

Yunho looped her hair around his hand and said, "Let out your tongue, princess."

Y/N laid her tongue flat and stopped pumping. She put her hands on her thighs as he started thrusting in her mouth. The walls of her throat felt like velvet around his member. The thrusts accelerated gradually and he was pounding hard. Try as hard as she may, her gag reflex betrayed her. She started crying. He was just too big for her. He stilled deep in her throat, holding her steady for a few moments. His cock was throbbing against the back of her throat. Shortly after, he pulled out, only leaving the tip in. He came in her mouth. She was sucking him, milking him dry of all he had. She pumped out as much of the cum as she could. All of his nectar collected in her mouth, some going down her chin. It was warm and tasted a bit salty, with a creamy consistency. She swallowed all of it. She peered up to him, doe eyed, wiping the residue on her chin with her thumb and licking it.

Yunho bowed down to meet her eyes and smirked. "You're such a pretty crier." he cupped her face, wiping away her tears. "My pretty little plaything."

Their lips crashed into one another, Yunho forcing his tongue into her mouth just to taste himself. She moaned into his mouth, squeezing her thighs together to stimulate herself. He grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Her nipples stood at attention at the feel of the slightly chilly temperature. Her lace thong was the next to be discarded. Tucking his cock back in his pants, he pulled away from her.

"Play with yourself." he said with authority.

She guided her hand down to her sex as she spread her legs open on the bed. As she held Yunho's gaze, she used the slick that had gathered in her cunt to lube her clit. She rubbed that little sensitive bud, slowly picking up speed. Her body temperature started rising. She slid two fingers into her hole, thrusting them. She knew she couldn't crest an orgasm without help, but that didn't stop her from trying. Her moans filled the room as she pleasured herself for her partner. Yunho took his cock out and started rubbing one out. He was so aroused by Y/N. It didn't take long until he was leaking precum and she was dripping arousal on the sheets.

"Don't you wanna help me out, Yuyu?" she said, almost out of breath. "I can't cum without you."

"Anything for you, princess." he dropped his pants all the way down to the floor.

He positioned himself between her thighs, running his tip through her slick cunt. The tip slowly stretched her out. Gasping into his mouth, she supported herself using his broad shoulders. He filled her all the way up and started slow stroking, getting faster as the rhythm smoothed out. Taking one hand, while balancing himself with his forearm, he had his hand on her neck. Applying pressure to her sides. He told her to open her mouth and he spit inside.

"Yunho, faster!" she begged.

Yunho was getting aroused with the way her breasts danced with every pounding. Her moans were the single most beautiful song he had ever heard. Her sweet cunt was only getting warmer and slicker. The unholy squelching as their hips moved in tandem. This was his heaven. He brushed against her sweet spot hastily. She felt the pressure build up in her stomach, and her walls clenching around him. She was going to crest it; sweet, sweet release. This time she was going to comply just to get a hit. Yunho's wasn't far either as he moved erratically inside her.

"I'm not gonna make you beg." he grunted. "Cum. Now."

"Fuck, yes!" she moaned with pleasure.

Y/N locked her legs tightly around Yunho. As the pressure in her stomach eased, her high hit her like a tidal wave. She dug her freshly manicured nails into his back. His cock spasmed inside her, releasing his second load of the night. Both trying to gather themselves, the ecstasy slowly subsided. Yunho slid his cock out of her and left a kiss on her forehead. She was brought into a bear hug in bed.

"I really love how you say 'Yuyu'. It's cute, adorable honestly." he kissed the top of her head.

She beamed as if hearing the most life-changing news. "I knew you'd love it. But you kept pretending like you didn't." she pouted.

"I was just teasing, princess. You get worked up so easily." he chuckled into her hair.

"You know, I love 'princess'. Makes me feel important."

"Because you are, and I intend on treating you like one." he cooed in her ear as he brought her hand to his face, and kissed the obsidian stone.

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happy birthday | k.ys x reader

summary: just yeosang giving you one of the best birthday gifts you’ve had in a while :)

wc: 631

genre: fluff & smut (fluffy smut..??)

warnings: softdom!yeosang, sub!reader, breast play, finger sucking, unprotected (dont do that!), fingering, kissing (slopping/lazy kissing), oral (f reciving) if i missed anything lmk!!

a/n: my first yeosang fluff/smut story im lowk kinda excited 🤗 i hope you guys enjoy because this random idea just popped in my head at 9pm while brushing my teeth 😭🫶

it’s 11 at night, cold with the stars shining and blinging through the blinds through the room you share with yeosang. the night before your birthday. you’ve always loved your birthday. it was like your favorite holiday even though it wasn’t a holiday. “remember tomorrows your special day tomorrow so i’ll do anything you want tomorrow my love” yeosang whispers into your ear while holding your in his arms. “are you sure i can do whatever i want and you’ll agree with it?” you turn around facing him. you love his features on his face, you love everything about him. he was meant for you. “yes, yes love anything, now go get your beauty rest princess, i love you so much.” he kisses your temple before dozing off. “i love you too, baby.” you kiss him on his forehead before you go sleeping in his arms.

(time skip to 7am)

Saturday at 7 in the morning, sun glistening through the blinds, bed messy but your still laid in it. you suddenly wake up to yeosang not being in your arms anymore. “yeosang..?” you mumble still in a lazy morning voice. you realize he wasn’t even in the room with you, but your room smelled very nice, warm like vanilla. your favorite scent. you decide to get up, get ready to go find yeosang and get ready for the day in general.

you finished getting ready and head to the kitchen to see yeosang standing there with flowers, cake and heart shaped red balloons in his hands. “happy birthday my love!” he screeches at you while popping a confetti popper. “oh my gosh?? yeosang thank you so much!” you run over to him hugging you then kissing his cheek. “baby, i hope you have the best birthday ever.” he smashes his lips into yours. tounges roaming each other’s mouth. the kiss was sloppy but wonderful. “let me make it up to you baby..” he carries you back to the bedroom bridal style pushing you into the bed.

“open and suck.” his fingers go towards your mouth and you open your mouth as you take yeosang’s fingers to your mouth. sucking and twirling around his knuckles. he takes his free hand and removes your shirt. “didn’t even put ona bra when you woke up?” you shake your head no. “fuck..” he takes his free hand and starts to play with your hardened nipples and massaging your breast making you moan onto his fingers. he removes his fingers from your mouth, pulls down your panties and starts playing with your throbbing clit.

he pushes his fingers in and out faster and faster then eventually you came on his hands, taking his hands out of you he licks them clean making you whine at the scene. “you want a condom or no?” he asks in concern. “no, i want you to fill me up with your seed please..” you whine making him curse under his breath. pushing his hands into your hips and pushing his cock into you making you moan. “fuck your so pretty when your like this..” he groans. the moaning, whimpers and groans bouncing off the walls you might think your neighbors below and above you might have to write a noise complaint about you both, but you didn’t care. you wanted people to hear how good he was making you feel. “fuck, darling i’m gonna-“ hot cum shoots into you painting your walls.

yeosang stares at the scene he made. he’s so proud. after a long minute of you both coming back to reality, he mumbles into your breast, “i love you so much, happy birthday.” “i love you too.” you kiss him on the forehead. “now, lets get cleaned up and cuddle afterwards or do you wanna go somewhere?” you hum. “cuddle.” he smiles.

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need help? | j.yh x reader

summary: while your bf’s at work your craving for him so badly you cant help it anymore so you take matters into your own hands since he’s not there to give you the pleasure you’ve wanted for so long

wc: 656

warnings: (dom!yunho, sub!reader) fingering (f reciving), begging, praise, masterbation, cum eating, name calling (princess, darling, baby, etc) i think thats all lmk if i missed anything plz!!

a/n: im actually so sorry i haven’t posted anything in a month i’ve been so busy lately but ive been reading alot just had no motivation or any ideas but thank you guys for 46 followers during my little one month hiatus lol, anyways, but please reblog and like any of my works if you want to please!! thank you loves <33

It’s been four hours since your boyfriend left you go to a meeting he had for work and your just sitting on the couch alone, watching tv and snuggled up in a blanket he gave you for your birthday. Since your home alone you were also craving for his touch that you haven’t had in a while since you also barely see him. You miss him so much. You just want hus hands all over your body. You were just so horny for this man you couldn’t take it anymore. You went to your room laid on your back head against the backboard, locked the door, closed the curtains and go under the blankets.

You play some music in the background to not make it seem so awkward. You slip your fingers down your panties and start making tiny circles with your middle finger on your clit. “Fuck..” you breathe out. You wish is was him so bad.

You crave for you, you just want him to eat you alive, you just want him, you just need him and nobody else in the wo-

“Hey Y/N I’m ho-“. Yunho breaks through the door without warning and you instantly stop taking your hands out of your pants and placing it behind your back. “Oh..! Hey! How was wo-“ you ask excitingly pretending as if u didn’t just masturbate under the sheet without him knowing then cutting your words off with a “It was alright.. but what were you doing before I got here??” Stepping closer towards the bed your thighs rub together in excitement.

“Oh nothing! I was just about to wa-“ he cuts your words off again by taking the hand you had rubbed your clit on into his mouth making you gasp. “Are you sure you were doing anything princess because you taste so good..” that made you feel a shiver down your spine. “Need some help?”.

“Yunho..” you question dumbly even though you knew what he was doing. “Hm?”. You grab his arm and now your near his ear and you whisper, “Can you make me feel good please?” He lays light kisses trailing down your face to your neck with a smirk on his face replying with, “Of course princess.”

He pushes you back on the bed and starts exploring your mouth. You both explore each other’s mouths, hands roaming on each others bodies, both of you trying to catch your breath. He traces his fingers across your waist and hips making you jerk your hips upwards. Laying breathy kisses all along your body. He’s now at your lower abdomen getting close to where you need him.

“What would you like love?” His hands trailing down to your throbbing core where you need hum most. “Your fingers in me..” you mumble out. “I think your missing something in the sentence princess…”. Your mind went blank until you realized, “Can I have your fingers in me please..” you whine. “Yes you may..”. His middle finger traces around your clit making you whimper. He smirks watching you then playing around with your folds with his middle finger.

“Please..stop.. teasing..”. you whine.“

He smirks and pushes his middle and ring finger right into you making you moan. “Fuck your so pretty when your wet and like this.” You whimper at his words. “Be a good girl for me okay?” You nod, and with that he curls his fingers straight into your g-spot making you moan due to pleasure.

“Please.. Yunho..fuck..” you breathe out. “Your taking my fingers so well love”. He speeds up his pace pushing his fingers in and out faster and faster making you come close to your high. “m’ gonna.. shit..”, with your words slurring you came on his fingers. While he pulls out he takes his fingers to his mouth. Yunho on your chest while you take a moment to get back to earth. “Your in for a long night darling.”

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crazy for you | s.h x reader

summary: seonghwa is coming back from a vacation and he misses you very much and wants to give you something in return

wc: 948 (ik shes a lil short)

warnings: (dom!hwa , sub!reader), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do that 🤬), pet names (doll, good girl, etc), making out, fingering (f receiving), begging, praise, (lmk if i missed anything!!)

8:27pm .

it’s been a long day at work for you and your just tired and you miss your boyfriend. you miss him so bad you rarely come outside the house now. he doesn’t tell you when he’s coming back, but he’s coming back eventually. your sitting on the couch watching your favorite tv show when all of a sudden you hear keys at the door. you think it’s an intruder so you turn off the tv, run and hide in the closet not even caring the food you left there.

“heyy.. i’m home.” a voice comes from the living room where you were just at a few minutes ago, but you recognize the voice. you want him to say something again to make sure it’s really who you heard. “hello..? anyone home?” oh yeah, you realize it’s seonghwa. you come running out of the closet running towards him and leaping into his arms. “OH MY GOSH SEONGHWA I MISSED YOU SO MUCH.” you cry in his arms. “i know you missed me i could tell, haha.” he starts chuckling at you.

“hey, you know what we should do?” you look at seonghwa wondering what he’s gonna say. “i should give you something in return.. or just a reward since you missed me..” he drops you back onto the group as his hands leave your waist and start to go up your body. you knew what he was doing. you smashed your lips into his and you both start making out, not caring about the food you left behind, his luggage, nothing. all you needed was him and him only right now. in the kiss he mumbles “how about we take this to the bedroom princess.”

-

you and seonghwa start taking off each others clothing one by one starting at the top if each others bodies to the bottom. seonghwa loves your body and he will do anything to protect it at all costs, once you’re fully naked infront of him he stares at your body, his eyes look at every inch of your body in happiness that he has you. now that your sitting on the edge of the bed he pushes you on your back holding your arms up against the backboard of the bed and continues making out with you again. his lips are so soft and you don’t want it to end.

after he stops making out with you his hands let go of your hands and makes his way down to your throbbing cunt. you needed him badly. you didn’t touch yourself once while he wasn’t there. “all wet for me and i haven’t even gotten started..” you not frantically as he mumbles kissing your inner thigh making you twitch your body due to sensation and vibration. he’s still kissing your inner thighs and then makes his way to your clit, licking your folds making you moan and throw your head back.

as he’s licking your folds, you try not to moan so you put your hand over your mouth. “remove your hand from your mouth and let me hear those pretty sounds from you baby..” he whisper’s as he comes up to kiss you on your forehead. he then goes back to eating you out and as he sticks his tongue into you, you let out the most pornographic moan you think you’ve ever done. you didnt care if the neighbors heard at this point, he didn’t either.

���your gonna be moaning my name twenty-four seven after this doll” as he still eats you out he sticks a middle and ring finger into you making you arch your back. this goes on for a good few seconds and you realize your about to reach your high and cum on his mouth and fingers. “your getting tight on my fingers baby let it out when you want to..” right when he says that you cum in his fingers and mouth leaving a glossy tint on his mouth and fingers. “good girl..” your breathing heavily and your vision is blurry. he kisses you on your lips as you also taste yourself on him.

“please..seonghwa..i need y-you..” you manage to breathe out. “you need what honey?” he’s back to teasing you again. “i need..your cock..”. your voice was so raspy. he loved it. “one more time…” he asks and you cry out “I NEED YOUR COCK PLEASE PARK SEONGHWA.” oh he loved it when you screamed for him. “your wish is my command princess.” he pulls out his cock and pushes it into your folds making you arch your back and moan into his neck.

“your so tight already.. fuck.” he breathes out as he’s thrusting in and out of you as your rub your clit to get to your high faster. “please.. please fill me up hwa..” you moan. “of course baby..” he thrusts more faster and faster as you start to see white in your eyes. “m’ gonna cum..s-so fucking..good..” you say. “i am too.. shiit.” you both are a moaning and groaning mess for each other eventually till you both peak your peaks and cum on each other painting your walls white and you cumming on his cock. afterwards he moves to your right and sits next to you holding your body in his arms.

he knew it would take you a while to get back to earth but he know you loved it. “i love you so much y/n..” he breathes onto your neck making you flinch. “i-i love you too..” you whisper. “im so crazy for you love. i hope you know that.” he whispers in your ear kissing your earlobe. “i know.” you giggle. afterwards you fall asleep in his arms.

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he’s so fine bro i’m running laps 🤭

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the drill

reader x switch!yunho ft. wooyoung and mingi smut | mdni 6.8k yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

nsfw tags under the cut

alcohol consumption, ons to lovers (?), yunho's kind of a loser but so are you, mingi is a fuck boy, woo is the annoyingly clairvoyant friend <3, switch dom leaning!yunho, pushing the monster cock!yunho agenda (consider this fic a peer reviewed academic study), not but seriously he's H.U.G.E., size training, oral (m & f), very difficult blowjob (because duhh), chocking on cock (duh x2), a dash of spit kink, fingering, size training, pet names (baby, good girl), praising, protected sex (good job kids), bulge kink, slight edging, slight begging (not my fic without it lol), slight cumplay

a/n: i had a blasttt writing this im pretty happy with this i hope you will enjoy reading it too. this you @cybrsan for beta reading this. you are so kind and i learned a lot <3

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Yunho didn't even know why he stood here. He didn't know how he let Wooyoung and Mingi drag him to yet an other party. To this packed night club while he originally invited them over to play league of legends, maybe drink a couple of beers and chill. Cause that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to spend a quiet night in, hearing Mingi complain about how he didn't want to play healer anymore and having Wooyoung shatter his eardrums with that infuriating hyena laugh of his.

And that? That was the exact complete opposite of it.

There was nothing quiet and chill about this night. Only one thing was still on the order of business. His ear drums were being damaged beyond repair,not by the high pitched laugh but by the loud and bass boosted blaring noise music. He could already feel the headache coming in.

Yunho brought the lukewarm and flat beer to his lips. He finished the drink with a grimace before setting it on the edge of the bar, his eyes scanning the amalgamation of sweaty bodies grinding and pressing against each other.

"Why the long face?" Wooyoung asked as he slipped to his tall friend's side.

Yunho sighed and chose to answer the question with another one.

"Why did you bring me here again?" He asked, round eyes turning sharp as he peered at the younger man.

"Oh I don't know," Wooyoung started sarcastically. "Maybe to drag you out of your cave for once?" He replied in disbelief, he should be grateful he’s being such a good friend to him!

Yunho only rolled his eyes and grunted in annoyance at his response. Why did he care this much that he enjoyed staying in and being on his own? 

"Look at Mingi," Wooyoung said over the music. Yunho followed his gaze to glance at his other friend on the other side of the club. "He knows how to have a good time!" Wooyoung said with a smirk.

Yunho quirked his eyebrows as he observed Mingi chatting up not one but two girls. Whispering something in one girl's ear while he curled his arm around the waist of the other one. Making them both giggle and look up at him while he peered at them over his sunglasses. 

Mingi was Yunho’s friend. Maybe even his best friend but… he looked like a douche.

"What kind of guy wears sunglasses inside… at night?" Yunho spat.

"The kind that gets bitches," Wooyoung remarked, jabbing at Yunho. 

"Fuck off Woo," Yunho barked at him. 

Yeah so what? Yeah it had been a hot minute since he found himself being… intimate with a girl but it wasn't his fault! It was only because of his… issue…

"Come on dude you don't have to stay bitchless, you know?" Wooyoung nudged his tall friend. "Why don't you try your luck here with one of the dozens of women here that came for the same thing as you?"

"I," Yunho emphasized. "Did not come for that." He cleared his throat."And you know I never get very far Woo!" He barked again. Truthfully Wooyoung was getting on his nerves.

"Bro! There's no way you can't find just ONE girl here that would be willing to take on the drill?"

Yunho shushed him and looked around him frantically as if anyone could have heard him over the blaring music.

"I already told you not to call it that!!" Of course Wooyoung only laughed at his friend's concern.

"I'm sorry but it's only the truth. Like that massive thing can only be handled by a licensed professional." He laughed again.

"Fuck off!" Yunho repeated, unconsciously crossing his hands over his lower half. 

“No, but seriously. You just gotta find one that matches the vibe,” Wooyoung said, his eyes narrowing into a sly frown. His gaze wiped over the crowd while Yunho only sighed and rolled his eyes, turning his back to his friends to go get another beer. 

“Wait,” Wooyoung gripped on his shirt before Yunho had the time to flee his friend’s ridiculous plan. “What about this one?”

The tall man followed Wooyoung’s finger pointing at a girl sitting at the bar, seemingly alone and absentmindedly stirring the mint leaves in her mojito.

“Woo, can you please shut up for a second while I get myself another overpriced beer and try to forget about this conversation forever? Thank you!” Yunho said, exasperated and turning around again.

“No, no, no! Dude,” Wooyoung called him out again, holding his friend by his side. The shorter man rolled his eyes at his tall friend’s stubbornness. “I really have a good feeling about her.” Wooyoung insisted.

“And why is that?” This time it was Yunho’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Look at her, man!” Wooyoung pointed. “She’s slumping over the bar counter, she’s been stirring her mojito for the past ten minutes but hasn’t had a single sip of it. She keeps looking over at Mingi with a scornful pout and look! In a second she’s gonna check her watch again.” he paused for a second. “See!!” Wooyoung exclaimed and turned to his friend who looked rather unimpressed. “She’s like you, man! She does not want to be here and she’s at least as lonely as you.”

Yunho frowned at the younger man, that last bit was totally unnecessary. 

“Plus, she’s pretty! I know she’s your style.” Yunho frowned in an attempt to deny Wooyoung but it was true. Wooyoung felt like he was gaining the upper hand in the negotiations so he continued.

“You should go talk to her. Just talk!” Wooyoung added when he saw Yunho open his mouth to protest again. “I mean just talk, see if it goes anywhere and if it doesn't then it doesn’t and I promise I’ll kick Mingi’s ass back into the car and drive us all home right that second!” He pledges.

Yunho looked over again at his tall friend and his two targets of the night. Even though Mingi was considerably taller and bulkier than Wooyoung he knew about the latter’s determination and sheer force of will that would turn any wolf into a sheepish puppy. So he didn’t doubt one second that he would be doing just that.

But first at had to “shoot his shot” with… you.

The girl moping at the bar, as if a rain cloud was perpetually following her around. And there was a good reason for it. You recently got dumped. Your friends took you out to this club to celebrate and hopefully get you over him. You have felt relieved because Jongho was just a jerk to you and you have been slipping out of love for a while but still! It hurt that you had to come to the realization that it was over rie real this time around.

Granted you were in fact single but you were not so ready to mingle…yet. At some point in the evening they got tired of trying to cheer you up and just left you at the bar to enjoy the company of your little rain cloud by yourself.

“You don’t look like you’re having a great time either,” Yunho said, ordering another beer for himself. The deep voice pulled you out of your day dreaming as you looked up at him with round eyes. “Can I sit here?” he asked and you nodded silently. He didn’t let it show but he’s actually kind of relieved you didn’t turn him down on the spot.

“Yeah I'm not having the time of my life that’s for sure,” you sighed, clinking the melting ice cubes against the glass with your soggy paper straw.

“Why?” Yunho asked while casually wiping his sweaty palms over his distressed jeans.

You bit your lip, trauma dumping about your not-so-prince-charming jerkface of an ex to a total stranger wasn’t probably the best idea in the world even if the alcohol in your system said so, luckily you still had far too few drinks to start this conversation. So you opted for the easy going explanation.

“My friends ditched me for Mr Tall-Douchebag over there.” 

Yunho followed your gesture to Mingi bending over to whisper something in a girl's ear as he slid his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose while his other hand held onto the other girl’s bare waist, rubbing his thumb on her skin as she giggled, the cropped top she was wearing not concealing the skin there.

Mingi was Yunho’s friend but he was also a dog. And that was just the plain truth despite the fact that their friendship went back to middle school.

“Yeah that guy looks like an asshole,” Yunho said in all sincerity.

“No shit,” you scoffed “What kind of giga chad wears sunglasses in a club… at night?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and finally brought your straw to your lips to take a sip of the diluted mojito.

Yunho started to laugh. Maybe Wooyoung wasn't wrong after all there was something about you that was right for Yunho, somehow your vibes matched. He even started to relax ever so slightly next to you.

“But did you say ‘either’?” you questioned. “Does that imply you too are not having a grand ol’ time?”

Yunho chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, no. Not really,” he confessed as he grabbed the beer the barman was handing out.

You returned the mojito to the bar counter and turned to him, now that he was seeing you a little better you were indeed pretty, prettier than what the bar’s red and purple neons were leading on from a distance. But up close Yunho realized Wooyoung was right about that too, you were his type. 

He swallowed thickly, your undivided attention brought back a sense of nervousness into him and he sipped on his beer for a small dose of liquid courage. “I invited a couple of my friends over and we were supposed to stay in and play League but instead they ganged up on me and dragged me here,” he sighed. 

That was the truth! Yunho only carefully omitted all the parts where his friends made him sound like a lonely loser. So that wasn’t a lie! It was curated truth. He sipped on his beer once again to ease his nerves.

You gasped loudly and Yunho’s eyebrows arched in surprise at your reaction.

“Oh I wished I would have done that too,” you pouted, before taking another sip. “And how did they convince you to end up here then?” you asked once again, setting the glass down and looking up at the tall brunette seated next to you.

Uh oh.

That was bad. Yunho wasn’t actually the best at performing under pressure. And especially when said pressure was looking at him with shiny lips and such a wholesome and genuine smile.

“Well I-...uh,” Yunho started to stammer which seemed to entertain you as the genuine smile turned into an amused little grin. The tall man brushed his long bangs back in an attempt to regain his composure which worked to some extent. “I’ve been on my own for a while, too long if you listen to my friends and they said that maybe they could find me a nice girl to… keep me company,” he said before clearing his throat and pushing the lumps in his throat back with two large gulps of cool beer.

Wow, that was lame. So much for not sounding like a total loser…

“And I'm the nice girl you settled for?” you asked, breaking eye contact. Yunho felt uneasy again, he couldn't make of your expression right now. Did he blow his chance by being too sincere with you? And why did he feel so bad that he just might have? Did he want to impress you that bad? When initially he only wanted to exchange a couple of sentences just to call it quits and get Wooyoung to drive him home but now was he actually trying?

“Too honest maybe?” Yunho said before pinching his lip between his teeth as you shrugged nonchalantly and took another sip. 

Yes, maybe a little too honest indeed you thought as the drink was basically only water at this point. You were just another girl that was to be used to feel a little less lonely…

“Ughh. I suck at this,” Yunho groaned in frustration.

“At what?” you asked, his tone peaking your curiosity right when you thought you had figured him out.

“At this!” Yunho said, gesturing at the air between the both of you. “At chatting up pretty girls! At flirting!” He sighed again, feeling defeated.

Key word: pretty. 

You grinned, you too felt lonely and you figured there was no harm in helping each other out. For tonight at least.

“It’s okay,” you said, suddenly wrapping your hand around his, tightly holding the beer pint. Which made him stiffen in the uncomfortable bar stool. “I don't really like the smooth talkers anyways.” You sent him a cheeky wink and Yunho felt like his stomach had somehow acquired a trampoline. 

“Really?” he said, lips going round in surprise, eyes snapping to where you were rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, satisfied with the effet this simple touch had on him. “I’m not really into fuck boys,” you said, gesturing to the tall man in sun glasses once more.

Yunho knew you were referencing Mingi again but he didn’t have it in him to peel his eyes off you to look at him. His eyes traveled from your hand on, up the curve of your arm, to the low neckline of your beautiful black dress and finally (with much effort) to your own eyes fixated in his. Yunho was mesmerized, like a shipwrecked sailor being bewitched by the chant of a siren, like a parched pariah catching sight of an oasis on the horizon after days of wandering in the desert. 

“So…” he started hesitantly, his heart beating against his ribs and resonating in his ears. “If I offered you a ride home to get out of this hell hole and get to know each other, would you maybe say yes?” 

It wasn’t a coincidence that Yunho spoke in the conditional tense. He didn’t want to jinx himself, he never was the superstitious kind but as he was experiencing this streak of luck with you he found himself to be. 

You chuckled again at his cuteness. 

“Yes,” you said, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously. “Yes, I would.”

***

It wasn't long before you found yourselves tangled up into each other on your couch, your last drinks getting warm on the coffee table, barely even touched.

To your surprise, Yunho’s hold is gentle and patient. You felt comfortable in his arms as his warm and large palms gently pressed against your nape. His soft lips finding yours and pulling you in this delicate kiss, almost like a good morning kiss. It isn't rushed at all, like he has the whole day (or in this case night) to get to know you and to give you a thousand more. If he really was as touch deprived as he claimed to be he wasn't letting it on at all.

That raised suspicion on your side and you broke the kiss. Immediately Yunho’s eyes fluttered open and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worry taking over his features again.

“So,” you start, slightly shifting in his hold. “Tell me why you said you weren’t good at flirting again?” you say as you plan a soft kiss in the crook of his neck, making his Adam's apple bobble in his throat. He could feel himself getting hard and you felt his finger lightly twitch around your nape. “Because to me it seems like you are pretty good at it.” You licked a large swipe on his blazing skin and drew back to look at him. “I mean, less than an hour ago I was moping on my own in the club…” you slipped your hand up his shirt to undo the first button. “And now I'm all over you, kissing you and about to do much more,” you whispered softly. The promise of what’s to come has Yunho’s length jumping between his thighs. 

“I thought you’d be all over me, tearing my clothes off the second I got to lock the doors. But there you are taking your sweet time. It doesn't add up.” You popped off another button and slipped your hands over his collar bone.

Yunho was torn between the heat that pooled in his stomach with every single one of your touches and the actual dread he felt to move things forward. Because he knew all too well what usually happened at this point of the story. 

And although it was actually fear that kept him from tearing every single article of clothing clean off your body, you mistook it for some kind of elaborate plan to get you alone.

“I’m actually pretty nervous, that's why I haven’t done… a lot more,” he said, hesitantly.

“About what, baby?” you cooed, latching your lips on his skin again, earning a cute little whimper, your fingers working their way down to the last couple of buttons still holding his shirt together.

The pet name made Yunho’s heart sing, thousands of butterflies launching in his stomach, sending waves of tingles towards his groin. 

“Because this is usually where it stops.” He let out a shaky breath as you pushed the cotton off one of his shoulders and let your fingertips drag across his soft skin, going down to his collarbone to his pecs to his abs. “Because the girls usually leave at this point.”

“Why?” you said, lips still pressed to his skin, hands reaching the button of his jeans.

“Because I’m…” Yunho hissed as your other hand came in to play with his nipple while you still went down, your hand brushing over the jeans. “Because I’m too big.”

There. He said it.

This coincides with the moment your hand laid over the colossal bulge in Yunho’s pants. You couldn't help but to stop everything, you stayed there frozen upon your discovery.

Yunho could only close his eyes shut as he felt you immobile all of a sudden. 

Well, it was fun while it lasted at least.

“I can go if you want me to,” he said as neutral as possible, but he couldn't help but let disappointment tint his voice. He can’t explain why but it felt different this time, he really wanted it to work with you. He wanted you.

“No!” you said as you held onto him when he shifted to get out of your hold and onto his feet. “Wait,” your fingers gliding over the bulge, moving once more. Instantly he sat down again against you. You cupped him, gauging the size and evaluating the challenge at hand, said challenge generously spilling out of your grasps as it could not be contained within your palm.

“We could at least try, right?”

“Really?” he exclaimed, before letting out a choked gasp as your grip grew a little tighter.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still gently rubbing over his hard on. “I’m determined and stubborn and my parents didn't raise no quitter,” you said, trying to throw some humor onto this to deescalate the situation and it did the trick.

“The only thing is… I don't think I have a condom that would fit you,” you say, suddenly bashful.

“Oh… hm. I brought mine” Yunho started to pat his pockets hastily. “It’s in my wallet, in my vest, in the… car,” he said, voice growing quieter as he realized he will have to go get it.

You then hopped on your feet. Yunho hips instinctively bucking up, chasing the friction.

“How about you go get it and come back to meet me in the bedroom?”

Yunho only nodded vigorously before you turned on your feet and walked to one of the closed doors of the hall, he couldn't stop his eyes from falling down to look at your ass roll in the black dress as you walked away. You turned back before disappearing behind the door.

“Don't take too long, ok?” you teased him with a smile.

Yunho didn’t need more to snap him out of his trance and run, no, fly to his car. He barged in the hallway of the apartment complex, not even trying for the elevator, he knew with his long legs he'd be faster if he took the stairs. So he flew over the two flights of stairs and ran to his car to practically rip the wallet from the inner pocket of his coat and stuffed the condom in his back pocket before swallowing the two flights of stairs again and coming back into the apartment, short of breath. 

As afraid as he was a couple of minutes ago to go faster with you, now every second where he didn't have you to himself felt like an eternity.

The apartment was completely dark except for a ray of light that was coming from under the door you disappeared behind. Yunho velvet traded across the living room to the hall and to the door, guided by the line of light.

He delicately pushed in. And he felt like he had opened Pandora's box. He found you completely nude, waiting cross legged on the edge of your bed for him. The dim light from the nightstand sweeping across your form and casting the otherworldly shadow of your divine outline onto the wall. You were absolutely sublime. A sight that went straight to his groin, pumping brand new and boiling blood to his half hard member. 

You sat up straight putting both your feet flat on the ground as Yunho approached you. You held your palm flat to him without a word and he handed over the magnum condom in a black and gold packing. You settled in on the nightstand before bringing your attention back to the elephant (quite fitting term) in the room. 

Now that he was standing close to you and you were really at eye level with the thing you were really getting a feel for it. Yunho was indeed really big, the thick outline of his length progressed way down his pants legs making it impossible to miss. 

You gently undid the button of his jeans and pulled on his zipper, the vibrations on his length making him frown, completely entranced by your hand moving on him.

You hooked your fingers onto the waistband of the pants and his underwear and very gently pulled the fabric down, Yunho’s open shirt still floating as his sides. Gradually you had a peep at the trimmed hair of his pubic bone and then you uncovered the base of his cock. He was incredibly girthy and it only got bigger as you continued to pull on his pants. It was only when you were mid thigh that the member sprung free infront of your face and you audibly gasped at the size. 

The girthy member sat heavily between Yunho’s thighs, the tip an angry shade of red and profusely leaking at the slit. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't have masked how eager he was for you. His cock has been leaking ever since you got in his car and he got to smell your flowery perfume without the parasitizing smell of smoke and alcohol from the club. But that he couldn’t possibly say out loud.

He held his breath when you wrapped both your hands around his base, his cock twitching at the minimal contact of your fingers interlaced around him. You were still measuring him, getting an idea. He was as long as your forearm and as thick as your fist. 

In other words, he was ridiculously big. If he had said one hour ago when you were back at the club that he was walking around with a literally third leg you would have laughed in his face and left him there. But now that you’re seeing it with your very eyes, it was different.

Yunho grew nervous as you stayed there eyeing him down with this puzzled expression.

“So what do you say?” He asked, his toes wiggling on the carpeted flood nervously. 

You didn’t even say anything back, only aimed the tip at your lips and started to lick around the sensitive cock head. Yunho emitted the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, a deep sigh of relief and pleasure as he let his head roll back, his large palm instantly finding your hair to intertwine his fingers with it.

You licked around the tip thoroughly, earning more airy sighs from the brunette before you pursed your lips and sent a big wad of spit on it. Making him moan a little clearer as you dragged your warm spit down to his base with both hands. You spat again to make sure to lubricate him thoroughly, before taking him in your mouth.

As soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, you heard Yunho softly curse from above you. Your lips stretched around the girthy tip with difficulty and slid down as far as you could manage until he hit the back of your throat, and you weren’t even halfway through. 

But Yunho didn't mind—it was the first time somebody even got that far and he swore he could have cum just by the look you gave him when your eyes snapped back to him and he saw your pretty face stuffed full of his fat cock, hair slightly disheveled by his doing and eyes glazed over with unspilled tears and your pretty mouth stretched to an unbelievable extent. 

You felt him twitch on your tongue before you popped him out, taking a deep breath and going down again. His free hand dipped down to play with your breasts, he cupped them and flicked your hardened nipples a couple of times making you moan on his cock. 

“Fuck baby,” he breathed. “Your mouth feels so good,” he panted. The praise made you confident enough to push your head a little further down, his cock reaching down to a brand new depth inside your throat.

“Fuckkkk,” Yunho sighed his hand on your hair holding you there for a second, just long enough for him to feel your gag reflex triggering and your throat clamping down on his cock trying to reject the massive foreign object that was obstructing your air pipes. When he pulled out again long strings of thick saliva linked your red and swollen lips to the raging tip of his cock and you coughed a couple of times, choking, the air burning your sore throat.

“Need you on my tongue right now. Wanna taste you,” he whispered as he practically tore the shirt off his shoulders and slipped out of his pants. He gently pushed you towards the bed so you would be laid on your back and very gently his big hand wrapped around your thighs to pull them apart to finally lay eyes on your center. 

Yunho licked his lips in anticipation as he watched your glistening folds covered with your slick, the transparent liquid cascading from your entrance and running down your thighs, some even staining your bedding. He swiped a single finger on your slit, gathering some of your arousal.

“Fuck, baby you got this wet just by having my cock in your mouth,” Yunho smirked when he noticed you twitched at his words. So you liked a little dirty talk, that was good to know. He brought the digit covered with your essence to his mouth, moaning against his own fingers as your sweet and velvety nectar enveloped his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Yunho pulled on your hips so your ass would sit at the edge and he kneeled on the ground. He planted a couple soft kisses on your inner thighs and pubic bone, making you squirm, itching to be touched in the right places. Maybe next time he’ll make you beg for it but today he needed you as much as you needed him.

He gently wrapped his mouth around your clit, taking the swollen bud into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your reaction was immediate, it has been quite a long time since you have felt the touch of somebody else and Yunho was good at what he was doing. 

He went down to dip his tongue inside of you, parting your folds with his tongue and tasting the deepest parts of you, you arch your back and his name rolls off your tongue.

“Aaah, hmph… Yun-ho,” you struggled to say as you unconsciously started to roll your hips against his face, smearing your juices over his cheeks and chin.

The way you called out his name and fucked yourself back on his face, shamelessly using his mouth to chase after your high had him leaking on he floor, as his aching cock sat heavily between his thighs.

That’s when he chose to stick to long fingers inside your tight heat, making you moan louder and stop dead in your tracks. You don't know how he managed that but he somehow found the perfect angle right away, curling the two digits right into your sweet spot, so you stayed put, exactly where you are while he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

He alternated between fast strokes then slower ones when he rolled his fingertips inside you teasing your g spot, to then go back to the quicker pace. Taking you on this rollercoaster of pleasure where he made you go up and down but never to your peak. 

Yunho had no intent on making you cum, at least not right now, now he only wanted to prep you to take him inside you. He was stretching you out as much as possible to make sure he could fit his huge cock inside your tiny little pussy. 

You had figured out that much but that it didn’t keep you from slowly growing frustrated and therefore hungry for more. Much more.

So he slipped a fourth finger in.

At this point your body was covered with a light sheen of sweat making you beautifully glisten as the dim night stand lamp shone on you. 

You gasped at how full you felt, arching your back, your hands fisting the sheets as you called his name again.

“You’re doing so good.” He pressed a soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “My good girl,” he cooed before he started to swirl his tongue around your clit, making your cunt clamp harder around his fingers.

You felt yourself throb at the possessive pronouns. You both knew you weren’t his. But for the both of you it was what felt good. You’ll have plenty of time to feel lonely again in the morning. Just for tonight you belonged to each other. 

Your hands flew between your thighs where your fingers untangled with the long strands of brown hair, tugging at it, your frustration getting the best of you. 

Yunho enjoyed the dull burn on his scalp as he kept on abusing your swollen bud, sucking licking and flicking it. Until he felt you throb on his tongue. But before he could finish you he felt you pull on his hair hard enough for him to look up at you.

You were panting, your chest heaving up and down, disheveled from thrashing your head around and pushing it back into the mattress.

“Wanna cum on your cock,” you urged, panting, as plainly as that. After all of this teasing, you wanted to save your appetite for the main course. 

Yunho could have bursted and cum all over the carpet with just those words. But instead he got back up and grabbed the rubber from your night stand, tearing the wrapper away and rolling the condom down his huge cock.

When he came back between your thighs he laid his cock on your stomach, and that's when you fully understood what you got yourself into. The sheer weight of the thing was in itself impressive but that was nothing compared to the size of it. It reached all the way to your midriff, the massive thing laying menacingly on your bare, sweaty skin.

Yunho then took the thick base in his hand and rubbed his tip at your entrance, coating it with your slick.

“You ready?” he asked, cheeks taking a pink hue, flashing you the most adorable of coy smile as if he wasn’t tongue fucking you a second ago. You only nodded, bracing yourselves. Scared but foremost eager to be filled up again.

“Try to breathe, okay?” he advised right before he started to push himself inside you. Instinctively you let out a whine at the way your walls stretched around him as he gradually, very gently pushed his huge cock inside. You caught your lips between your teeth as your brows met on your forehead. Yunho was very attentive and didn't bat an eye to make sure he could read your micro expression, so he could adapt the pace. He knew when to let you take a breather and when to keep pushing in. So when you let out a small cry and your hips jerked upwards slightly, he stopped.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, soft voice laced with concern. 

“Well the obvious answer is yes.” You chuckled softly at his adorable worried expression. “But at the same time… It feels so good,” you said, half whispering, half moaning. And you felt his cock twitch inside you.

That was the very first time somebody has ever said that to him. He would lie if he said he didn't like that.

“Please keep going,” you said, whiny tone bordering on begging. 

“Fuck baby,” Yunho breathed out. “Say that again.” His voice was somewhat urgent.

“Please Yunho, fill me up, I wanna feel you all inside of me.”

Yunho cursed under his breath again. He didn't need more to push the last couple of centimeters inside you. And just like that you’re full of him. He flipped both of your legs on his sturdy shoulder and leaned forward to kiss you. The softness is masked by the state of extreme urgency in which you both find yourselves, the kiss is messy, sloppy, heated. Your teeth grazing against each other before you stick your tongue out to let Yunho suck on it, you taste yourself on his tongue making you light headed before you bit on Yunho’s bottom lip to let his lip snap back against his teeth.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered against his teeth.

“Anything for you, my baby.” 

He started to pull out gently and pushed in again, with each thrust he went faster, his large frame still laid over you as he fucked you in the mating press. The position was just perfect, with both his feet firmly on the ground, Yunho had great control over his movements and could easily adjust the pace as a plus the angle was absolutely divine.

You whined and whimpered and cried with each stroke, his big cock perfectly brushing and poking at your soft spot, deep, deep inside you. A spot nobody had ever been able to reach, not even yourself. The new found source of pleasure made you cry out in bliss, your cunt taking a vice grip around Yunho’s huge cock.

“Fuck,” you yelped. “You’re so…aaah… big,” you moaned. “Feel so good inside me. Please keep going? Fuck me please,” your words were slurred, you barely made any sense but it didn’t matter. Yunho knew exactly what you meant.

“You’re so good, baby. So good to me.”

He moaned against your mouth, prying your jaw open with his thumb and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, his warm spit running down your tongue. You swallowed his saliva, along with each of his pants and grunts. The way you felt around him was surreal, your wet sopping cunt coating him with your slick making it so easy to slip in and out of you, so much so that at some point he found himself absolutely drilling into your guts, completely losing himself inside you. The lewd wet noises bouncing off the small dark room as he rearranged your guts.

“I won't last for long,” he whined, eyes closing shut as he tried his best not to burst.

“I’m almost there,” you said, your legs tensing up and wrapping around Yunho’s hips.

He stood back up straight and put one hand on your waist firmly gripping your side to pull you back on his cock every time he thrusted in. Admiring the outline of his cock poking inside of your stomach creating a visible bulge with every snap of his hips. He laid his large hand over your stomach, lightly pressing, making you yelp and feeling every come and go as his thumb found your swollen and throbbing clit.

The sudden pleasure made you cry out a sob. Yunho started to play with your clit as he is deep inside your guts. Drawing tight circles on it, teasing it so perfectly that you grew even tighter around him.

“Please be my good girl and cum for me,” he said in a strangled moan, knowing he could only last for a few more seconds. Snapping his hips into yours, making your tits jump with each powerful thrust. “Please cum,” he begged in a desperate little whimper, as he wanted nothing than to make you cum but he also knew he could only keep up for a few more agonizingly long (at least to him) seconds.

That's when you crossed the edge, your walls fluttered around his big cock as you reached your peak, white heat radiating from your core to each of your limbs, making your body shake uncontrollably and your cunt grip into Yunho’s length like its life depended on it. You were completely delirious with pleasure, the earth shattering orgasm washing over you and convincing you the monstrous cock plowing into you had definitively ruined you for anyone else. You didn’t see how you could ever be stratified again with any other cock.

The twitch of your cunt is Yunho’s queue to finally let go as well. He pulled out of you and ripped the condom away. He only had to give it a couple of strokes before cumming all over you. Thick white ropes of burning hot cum spurting out of his slit and crashing on your heated skin. Yunho had never cum so hard, his cock is like an open tap. Squirting cum all over your stomach, your tits and some powerful spurts even reaching your pretty face, which you hurriedly lick off your lips and chin. Making Yunho’s huge cock twitch in his balled fist.

He nearly collapsed when he’s done, his legs suddenly turning into jelly. But he still managed to haphazardly wander into the bathroom to give you a clean washcloth he found and even goes back to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

After that he blacked out next to you, completely drained (in more ways than one). You chuckled next to him when you heard him snort softly as you set your still half full drink on the nightstand and switch off the light. Naturally finding your place snuggled up against him.

***

The incessant vibrations of his phone abandoned in the pocket of his jeans was what woke up Yunho the next morning. He got off the bed half asleep and picked the device to answer the call. Because he was still in a daze he didn’t check the caller but he definitely should have when he heard Wooyoung yell at the end of the line.

“SO DID YOU GO BACK TO HER PLACE??? DID SHE SURVIVE THE DRILL?????” he spat out question after question, not taking the time to breathe between each one. Yunho shushed him right away, looking back over his shoulder at your sleeping figure.

“Shut up! she’s sleeping!” Yunho said as he struggled to turn down the volume on his phone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the speaker resonated even louder. “Come by to my place we’re going to brunch, you’ll tell me all about it and then I promise I’ll play all the League you want for the rest of eternity after that!” Wooyoung pledge as Yunho chuckled. That's exactly why he loved him.

“Brunch and then League?” Yunho heard your groggy voice from behind. “That sounds fun…” 

“I’ll call you back,” Yunho briefly said before hanging on a screaming Wooyoung. He beamed at you. 

“Wanna come with?”

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a/n: oooffff omg that was something. i had so much fun writing this and omg i loved yunho in this he was so cute but hot ughhhhh. tell me if you liked it. that would make me so happy and i will def kiss u if do <3333

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the dare | woohwa x reader

summary: you go hanging out with your friends and you guys okay some games. the game truth or dare comes up but its explicit ver. you get picked with woohwa and some stuff goes on

wc: 1.9k (my longest so far 💀)

genre: smut, light fluff

warnings: harddom!hwa , softdom!woo , sub!reader (not poly), light choking, finger sucking, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (booo, dont do that, btw reader is on birth control), praising, nicknames (princess, doll, reader is called a whore and a slut once), begging, theres some aftercare at the end! (lmk if i missed anything!)

your invited to seonghwa’s party and all of his and your friends are there having the time of your guy’s life. you haven’t had fun in a while so it was better for you just to get out the house and hang around. you finally get there and say hello to everyone and so on. you finally see seonghwa for the first time tonight, you arent that close with him where you both knew everything about each other but you guys were close enough that he could invite you to his party and to have some fun.

“hey hwa!” you scream from across the room so you made sure he could hear you. “oh, hey y/n!” he walks over to you hugging you. “look, you remember wooyoung?” this was the first time you also saw wooyoung tonight. “yeah of course! hey!” you hug while he hugs you back. “you guys wanna play a game with my other friends?” seonghwa asks you both. “uhm, sure of course.” you agree, woo also agrees. wooyoung was always soft with you, he always made sure you were okay. “you sure you wanna come with me and hwa?” he asks in his soft tone. “yeah.” you reply. you were planning to do something else but you decided to go with them.

you, wooyoung and seonghwa sit at the table with seonghwa and wooyoung’s other friends. “hey guys, meet y/n!” wooyoung tells them. they all say hi back. “hey y/n, i’m hongjoong! these are our friends yunho, yeosang, san, mingi and jongho.” pointing while he introduces their names. “nice dress y/n..” mingi mumbles as you sit down next to wooyoung. “don’t be a fucking perv mingi.” wooyoung mumbled back slightly pushing him on his shoulder.

you guys start playing uno, never have i ever and a few other games. it’s getting later at night the party started at 9 and now its 11pm, you’re still enjoying the night though. you guys start to play a few rounds of truth or dare and now its your turn. “y/n, truth or dare.” san asks you. “hmm…dare” you reply with a smirk on your face. “ohh, good choice.. i dare you to..” he’s smirking on your face and your getting scared, obviously not in a actual dangered way but you know.

“i dare you to.. do something sexual with anyone in this area and you have to choice.” your heart drops to a stomach as he says that with his devious smirk on his face. “yo, are you for real?” hongjoong asks in his ear but you can hear. “yeah dude.” your still in shock in silence as you had heard what he had said. “uh..” your words get cut off by wooyoung whispering in your ear, “look you don’t have to if you dont want to.” he always cared for you. all these words stuck in your head and you just blurt out words from your mouth, “i’ll choose seonghwa and wooyoung.” seonghwa and wooyoung both turn their heads so fast towards you. you don’t even know what you said. “are you sure y/n?” seonghwa asks still in shock. “yeah, yeah.” you assure him. “you hit her up with that one san she’s in for it.” jongho mumbles but you still hear everything. “where are you guys gonna go?” mingi asks wishing it was him. “uh..closet..?” you mumble so you don’t feel embarrassed. wooyoung and seonghwa agrees and follow you.

you, woo and hwa follow you into the closet, locking the closet door and making sure nobody heard you or them. “you sure you wanna do this?” seonghwa asks reassuring you again. “yes.” wooyoung is off to the side not really knowing what to do but still confused on what he got into you. its silent but you decide to break the silence by saying, “you guys can do whatever you want to me. touch me do whatever you want i dont care.” that make seonghwa flinch and walk up to you and start making out with you infront of wooyoung and pinning you against the closet wall. it was messy but not rushed and kinda forced.

you let his tounge slip into your mouth and you make a small moan. he starts rubbing his hands against your waist and hips making you wet and moan in his mouth again. he starts to undress you while wooyoung and seonghwa also start to undress themselves. “would you ever think that your best friends would be doing sexual things with me?” seonghwa asks in the kiss you guys are still having. you catch your breath and say “no, maybe thought about it once, but no” you giggle and start getting back to making out with him. as you both end the kiss he starts to slide your underwear down your legs. wooyoung still staring at you and seonghwa still not knowing what to do.

seonghwa slides down a hand down your legs caressing your inner thighs and kissing your neck at the same time. your starting to feel overwhelmed but not that much so far due to all the pleasure you have going on. seonghwa then stops kissing your neck and kissing his way down to your clit. you need him. you never knew you needed him this badly though.

“hwa..i need you..” you say breathy. “i know you do baby” him replying back with a middle finger already in you and you let out a soft moan. you want something to grab onto and not just the old pillows that were in the closet on the floor supporting you. as your still being supported by old pillows on the floor and some around you, wooyoung goes and lays behind your back and head to make sure your okay. “it’ll be alright, just yell stop if you wanna stop” he whispers in your ear without seonghwa noticing and you replying with a moan. “you take me so well darling.” seonghwa mumbles under his breath inserting another finger in leaving you to moan even louder than last.

your legs start to shake around his head and on wooyoung’s body in pleasure, every time he curled his fingers in your g-spot you would either whine or whimper due to pleasure you haven’t had in so long. “s-so good..” you whine making seonghwa chuckle at you. “look at you.. your such a whore for us..” he starts to rub your sensitive bud faster making you moan and whimper. wooyoung’s still on the other hand wants to make sure your okay. “tap on my thigh if your not okay..” with him saying that seonghwa looks up at him and says “don’t be all gentle with her, atleast try to be rough with her after all she’s just a slut for us right?” you reply in a whine. “don’t do that hwa.” wooyoung still wanting to make sure your okay but seonghwa rolls his eyes at him.

“h-hwa… m’ gonna..” you say but right before you can he takes his fingers out of you, making you sigh and breathe heavily. wooyoung rubbing on your head and kissing your forehead. he made you feel better when all of a sudden you see seonghwa unbuckle his pants and he whips out his cock. he slides his fingers he had just had in you a few minutes ago into your mouth and says “suck.” you suck off your essence like its the last meal you had.

when you start sucking on his fingers, he slides in his cock without a warning between your folds making you moan so loud he wanted to keep you quiet just for a second so his one free hand that was holding your waist went straight for your neck choking you lightly also with his fingers still in your mouth, he wasn’t trying to make you choke choke you know but he eventually shut you up. he loved your noises but be just needed you to shut up and look pretty while being choked for a good few seconds. he starts thrusting faster and wooyoung tries to keep you in place still behind you “remember.. tap my thigh..” he assures you making you squeal in response.

you manage to get out a breathy “please..h-hwa..m gonna.. fuck-“ “cmon love, cum all over my dick. i’ll cum with you.. shiiit” his groaning and you moaning all comes to a hult when your letting all of your fluids spill on his cock still thrusting into you, without warning he still thrusts into you hitting your g-spot making. you shake uncontrollably. “don’t move. wooyoung hold her down.” seonghwa orders. “do i have to.?”

“yes, now hold her down.” he orders again. wooyoung didnt wanna hurt you knowing that your pleasure is gonna come to an end soon but listening to his hyung he hold your legs down. “you have to listen to hwa okay?” you nod. at this point it was round three, you and seonghwa are still cumming on each other and afterward give each other a loud sigh. wooyoung didn’t do anything but he wanted to do something but kept it to himself only because he didn’t wanna ruin your time.

- time skip: 10 minutes later -

he continues to kiss you on your temple forehead and cheeks to make sure your okay. seonghwa is now on the other side of the room just on his phone still acting like he didnt just give you three orgasms and intensely fuck you. the party at this point was over. the rest of wooyoung and seonghwa’s friends left and forgot about you both because they got drunk.

“y/n… earth to y/n.. you okay?” wooyoung asks you with his kind tone. he was never mean or rude or rough or anything like that to you. you were half asleep tired and still breathing heavy and fast on his chest. you manage to whine a tiny bit in response that you were okay. he knew what that meant. “want water..?” he asks, you shake your head no. he hugs you and you fall asleep in his arms on his chest, seonghwa is also knocked out you both didn’t say a word afterward.

— time skip: 20 minutes later —

seonghwa wakes up randomly noticing its 1am and he walks over to wooyoung and you trying to wake you both up so you both can go home. “woo, wake up, we gotta go..” seonghwa whispers. wooyoung wakes up mid sentence but your still knocked out on his lap and arms. wooyoung cant get up. “how do i g-get up..?” wooyoung asks still in his tired voice. “i’ll carry her in the car and into her apartment.” they both agree and lightly picking you up into the car bridal style and driving you home. once your in your apartment, seonghwa lays you down on your bed covering you up with blankets. he smiles at you in your bed looking how beautiful you look. he sits near you quietly trying not to wake you up by whispering “hey.. i dont know if you can hear me. probably not but you did so well today. i hope you know that love. have a nice sleep darling.” he kisses your cheek quietly and quickly exiting your room and apartment.

as seonghwa gets in the car with wooyoung driving back to their house because they live together wooyoung asks him “how’s she doing?” the silence was awkward but seonghwa breaks it by saying “she’s perfectly fine.” he smiles and wooyoung and wooyoung smiles back finally now driving back to their house and pulling out of the parking lot.

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too close | san x reader

summary: you had a long night out with san and he wants to give you a reward in bed during the middle of the night

genre: smut, light fluff

paring: dom!san , sub!reader (san x reader)

wc: 1.0k

warnings: fingering, oral (f reciving), making out, marking, unprotected sex (dont do that!) name calling (darling, princess, etc) creampie, praise (if i missed anything lmk)

it’s midnight and you and san just came from a night out. your way too tired to change out of your red velvet dress you had on, san was too tired to get out of his suit he had out but he forced himself to get out of it. eventually you guys start to sleep.

a few minutes later, you feel a arm wrap around your waist and pulling you closer to him. you were hot though in bed so you tried scooting away from san’s arm. he starts whining and his hand goes back around your waist pulling you back in his arms and stomach. while he’s trying to get you back you feel something hard rubbing against your butt underneath your dress and that’s the moment you realize san wanted you. like right now.

“baby,” you whisper. “your too close. i’m hot.” not san making you hot but your whole body temperature is. “why wont you let me be near you,” mumbling into the pillow ignoring what you said about you being hot. “i’m hot in this bed.” you reply. san get’s up taking off his boxers leaving his upper half covered, lower half not covered.

since your on your side, he flips you over making you lay on your back. he hovers over you holding your waist with his giant hands under your dress you still had on, your pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second. “i hope you know i need you right now.” he whispers in a low voice before pressing his lips against yours. it was kinda messy but not rushed and forceful.

he starts kissing your chest, arms, waist and then inner thighs. he pushed your legs open with force. your pussy is throbbing at this point and you need his dick inside of you to fill you up. his thumb goes right on your clit rubbing it making your hips jerk.

“this pussy is all mine right princess?” he asks. “y-yes all for you sannie” you whine. your getting wetter and wetter by his head being in between your legs. you start breathing alot more and faster by the second. “stay still for me darling.” two of his large fingers go straight into your wetness making your hips jerk again. “shh, don’t move.” he whispers in a stern voice. you nod aggressively. his fingers pumping into you and out curling and hitting your g-spot over and over again making you moan and whimper. “s-sannie!” you moan. “so fucking tight and wet for me already.” he keeps pumping his fingers in and out over and over again while all of a sudden his head goes straight for your clit sucking your wetness off while still fingering you. he’s taking a little too long, you just want his cock right into you.

“ah- hnngn, sannie!” you whimper, loud not remembering that the other members were right next door to you. “so warm, you want everyone to hear me fucking you so well don’t you?” he asks with a smirk on his face. you nod frantically and he puts his head back into your pussy.

now that he’s done eating you out, he lines up his cock with your folds being gaped just from fingering. wow. he slides in and you let out a loud moan. he quickly takes his hand and puts it over your mouth making you whimper and moan in his hand. you start to get teary eyed but not in a painful way. pleasuring way. “if you wake everyone up on this floor right now, you wont get to touch yourself for a good minute you understand?” you frantically nod at his words with your mouth still covered. “good girl, you take me so well.”

he takes his hand off your mouth and places it back on your waist holding you down into the bed. you try so hard to not make a loud noise but at this point you didn’t care if the other members heard you. “s-sannie, i-im about to-“ your words get cut off by him also replying back, “shit.. im about to let all my cum filled up into you.” as he’s still hovering over he heads straight for your neck kissing and sucking on it leaving a red mark. “let everyone know your mine princess.” he mumbled into your neck making you twitch. he was close and so were you. you at the point where you can’t hold it anymore.

“s-sannie! l-let me p-please cum for y-you!” you whine. “let it out on my cock baby.” you moan while your cum is dripping on his cock. remind you he’s still in you pushing and hitting your g-spot with every thrust. “shit.. im about to-“ you could tell he was close. “my cum will be dripping out of you for a good few days.” you smile at his words. he’s picking up the pace with his thrusts into you. “almost-“ he groans but then his words get cut off by his warm cum painting your walls with white cum that was sticky and hot. after a few seconds of just heavy breathing in a black room. he gets off the bed to clean himself off while your still on the bed covered in his and your white sticky substance. “clean up with a wipe of shower?” he asks in his soft tone acting like he didn’t just intensely fuck you at 2am in the dark with little light from the window. “wipe please.” you whisper.

after he cleans you off, you change and your back nicely in bed with him in your arms. “am i still too close to you now?” you both giggle. “no, love you so much sannie.” “love you too baby.” and you both fall back asleep. the next morning you wake up to san not being next to you and you being in his arms. he left a note next to you which says, “hey baby, it’s 9am while writing this, i was late for work, i’ll have another reward for you when you wake up and when i get back from work. smiley face, sannie.”

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safe with me | hj x reader

summary: you came home from a bad day at work and hongjoong helps you feel better.

genre: fluff, gender neutral, idol!au

wc: 608 (short ik, sorry!)

warnings: none, just fluff

5:28pm .

your driving back home from work feeling exhausted and tired of everything, you don’t even wanna say hi to anyone, all you wanna do is lay on your bed, cry, and go to sleep.

your phone suddenly vibrates on your lap when your driving catching you off guard and making you serve and almost run a red light.

you aggressively pick up the phone and answer it not even looking at the contact name. it was hongjoong though. “HELLO?” “oh uh.. hey! i was justing wanting to know if you wanted pizza or ha-“ you cut hongjoong off by saying “UGH I DONT CARE JUST DO WHATEVER.” you hang up focusing to drive.

5:46pm .

you arrive home, throwing your keys and bags onto the counter not even caring where they’re suppose to be. you see hongjoong on the couch watching his fav kdrama. “ya, did you get something.” while you walk up to him in a stern tone. “uhm..no only because you.. didn’t really talk to me at the ti-“ his words get cut off. “WHAT THE HELL MAN. I JUST REALLY WANTED FOOD AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET ANYTHING. LITERALLY ANYTHING.” you yell making your boyfriend flinch at the first time he’s heard you yell at him in a not so friendly way. you realize what you just did. looking at your boyfriend like you just killed him well internally you did but he wasn’t showing it from the outside.

your eyes start forming tears from the corners of your eyes. “love, what’s wrong” he asks in his calming voice. your tears start falling from your eyes, you run to him hugging it out and balling your eyes out. while your sobbing with tears all over his shirt still hugging, he runs his fingers through your hair and rubs your back. “wanna go talk about it here and now or later” “now” you mumble into his shirt. while you sit on the couch in his arms balled up. he starts running his fingers through your hair. “tell me what’s wrong, its okay you can let it all out.” you sit there for a second nit saying anything then you break the silence. “i just hated work today. everyone was mad at me for absolutely no reason and when i got on my lunch break i tripped and fell and food was all over the floor and nobody helped me. you say with a shaky voice. “well if i was there i would have helped you because i care for you so much and im sorry you had a bad day at work.” hongjoong replies rubbing your arm.

“i just dont know why i fuck all this shit all 24/7 like i dont know whats wrong with me. i need to just like take a break from that place.” you say. “take a break if you need to, everyone needs one once in their life.” hongjoong tells you. “thank you for being on my side and caring for me, i love you so much love.” “love you too darling.” he reaches for your head and kissing you softly on your cheek. “should we watch a movie? will titanic work?” he asks you in his soft voice. “yes. my fav movie.” you giggle. “i’ll get snacks and some food stay here love.” hongjoong says while walking away.

while the movie plays, you guys cuddled together on the couch still eating snacks. a few seconds later you fall asleep in his arms. “i love you so much y/n i hope you have a better day tomorrow.” hongjoong whispers before kissing your temple and carrying you to your room in the bed.

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lost. | ot8 x reader

summary: you and your friends (ateez are non idol) go on a hiking trip and get lost and some crazy shit happens.

genre: fluff, thriller (?), non!idolau

wc: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of blood, minor injures from 2 members and y/n, cursing, death threat, attacking (please lmk if i missed anything and im sorry if i did!!)

2:34pm .

you and your friends are going on a hiking trip in the middle of nowhere because you guys wanna become more adventurous. your packing your bags and getting everything you need and think you won’t forget, since your very bad at packing, mingi decides to help you because your so bad at packing your own bags for things like this.

“need these?” he holds up a pair of jeans you love. “DUHH that’s a must.” you yell. he starts laughing. after a good 30 minutes of packing with mingi and him helping you, your all done. “thank you.” you say patting his shoulder looking down at all the clothes you stuffed in the suitcase. you drag it down the stairs and get with the others.

“is everyone ready?” hongjoong tells everyone from the kitchen. everyone agrees. everyone puts their stuff in the trunk and you get in the back with wooyoung of the trunk to make sure everything is alright back there, and to just do dumb stuff. yunho decides to drive. this us the order you guys are sitting in the car.

4:50pm .

you all arrive at the cabin hongjoong rented. its peaceful, calm, quiet and nothing could go wrong. maybe. you unload your bags and place them in your room, which you had shared with yunho and jongho. it was big enough, don’t worry.

“should we go down that trail i saw?” san says while sitting on the couch waiting for some attention. you looked at him confused after coming from your room to the kitchen. “what trail?” you asked. you genuinely didn’t know what he was talking about. “the one with the river and the branches and stuff.” you were still lost but just agreed to what he was saying. “when should we go?” you ask. “like maybe 6? it’ll still be light outside anyways we’re fine.” san replied, you told everyone and they all agree.

6:03pm .

you all are outside the cabin and it’s darker than usual in the skies, not even like how the clouds are for a thunderstorm, like what san said its normally light outside but this is completely different from what you all had expected. “why is it so..dark?” hongjoong asks. “i don’t know it’s not gonna rain or anything from what i know of.” you tell. you were getting nervous and hands starting to shake. “guys i wanna go back inside.” you say with a shaky voice. “it’s okay, we’ll protects you.” wooyoung walks over and says holding your hand. you smile at him, he smiles back. “should we get going?” san asked, you all nod.

6:23pm .

your starting to worry and have a bad feeling when it starts to get more dark, from holding wooyoung’s hand to holding his arm for support. you all are far away and can’t even see the cabin from where you guys were but then out of nowhere, “guy’s whats that..” wooyoung points out. everyone slowly turns and looks where he’s pointing. its a giant footprint that’s not anyones footprint and the print looks new too. everyone measures their foot, their all way too small for it to be theirs. “c- can we please go back i’m scared now.” your fingers start shaking. “it’s okay we’ll protect you from any danger.” yeosang tells. you nod to his words.

your starting to pick up the pace with the others after letting go of wooyoung’s arm but then you suddenly out of nowhere trip and fall on a branch and a loud thump happens making them all look around until they notice you on the ground holding your ankle, thinking you sprained or twisted it really hard. your eyes start forming tears. they all rush over to you. “y/n are you okay?!” yunho yells. you could barely talk due to the pain you manage to mumble out a “ah- n-no.. i d-don’t know happened..”. seonghwa comes out and hugs you making them all hug you while you start crying due to pain in your ankle. “whats the pain scale.”. hongjoong asks, “9.5/10..” you say. you hiss at the sharp pain in your ankle. suddenly, seonghwa picks you up and manages not to touch your ankle and put you on his back basically giving you a piggy back ride. “ev-everyone else o-okay..?” you mumble. they all nod and continue on the trail while your blood on your ankle is on seonghwa’s shirt.

7:45pm .

it’s really dark and luckily you brought your phone incase something happens but its so dark you could barely see where you were going so you turned your flashlight on to help. you all are about to go down a steep hill with branches and leaves everywhere where the river was that san noticed. everyone is down but one person is missing, that person is mingi who is still at the top of the hill too scared to come down. “mingi you got this its okay!” you yell out. mingi shaking his head in saying he can’t come down the hill. “please you’ve got this!” you yell out again. mingi gives in and attempts to go down the hill, while going down he steps on a branch and falls while his arm is slashed and now bleeding out on the ground. he starts to cry but everyone cannot come back up the hill and everyone looks in silence in pure sadness that they cant help their best friend.

out of nowhere mingi heard a sudden rumble in the bushes he was near. he was very paranoid at this point. “GUYS HELP ME PLEASE!!” mingi cries out and getting everyones attention. “WHAT HAPPENED??” yunho yells out. “SOMEONE IS HERE IM TELLING YOU. IM LEAVING IM SORRY!!” mingi yells and cries running back up the hill and going back to try to find the cabin. “we’ve already lost one.. i dont think we should continue.” you mumble while still on seonghwa’s back. “okay how about this, if we hear something else we’ll go back. got is?” everyone agrees to hongjoong’s words.

8:02pm .

your phone is about to run out of battery, same with everyone elses so your getting even more worried than ever because you never know what might happen. your finally off of hwa’s back as yo injury isnt as bad as it was like 30 minutes ago. you hear a rumble in the bushes, you were the only one that heard it tho, you dont say anything though, until it happens again near yeosang. “guys stop.” you say. “what now.” jongho’s words were get cut off with everyone staring behind him with something dark with white eyes behind jongho. “jongho.. don’t move.. a finger..” seonghwa says with a shaky voice. “wha-“ that thing that is behind jongho pulls him away and into the river you all were near and everyone in shock of what you had just witnessed. yunho was already gone too. nobody knows where he went. “this isnt funny anymore we need to go back.” san explains, he was the one who even wanted us to go to this river and now HE was the one wanting us to go back. you all cant save jongho due to how deep the water is and now risking anmother person getting injured. “okay how about split up?” hongjoong says. bad idea hongjoong, bad idea. “sure we’ll split up” reming you, theres only of you left so you all think about it carefully. “okay hwa and joong, me and woo and then yeosang and san. how does that work for everyone?” you ask. everyone agrees. “call or text if something happens, doesnt matter if your phone is about ti die or not, just say something okay?” woo asked, everyone nods in agreement.

8:13pm .

you all have split up, everyones phones are about to die though. its been atleast 10 minutes and you havent heard from any of the members yet, you and woo are trying to find your way back to the cabin. a leaf falls catching you and wooyoung off guard. “jesus dont do that!” wooyoung yells. “sorry im paranoid right now.” you and wooyoung have been going up the hill you guys found when you first got here and you make it up. “YES FINALLY.” your finally happy that you’ve managed to get up the hill, but you didnt hear or see anyone else near, behind or infront of you also in excitement. “wooyoung… wooyoung..?? jung wooyoung don’t fucking play with me bro this isn’t funny.. im gonna murder you if dont come out..” you start to try to look for hum around the cabin and everything, no sight of that happy laughing boy anywhere. you start to cry and give up with not hearing anyone else. you run to the cabin and start to pack up everything. atleast mingi was the only one there helping and packing his stuff too.

8:30pm .

out of nowhere a loud bang happens from the door, you hope its wooyoung, seonghwa or just anyone at this point. the door slams open and its jongho, hongjoong and wooyoung. “WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU GUYS.” you yell. you run to them and give a group hug in relief. “Y/N NO TALKING WE HAVE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.” jongho yells with a stern voice. “HUH” “JUST PACK AND GET IN THE CAR”. you grab everything and head into the car with mingi, hongjoong, wooyoung and jongho. you were missing 4 other people. “WHERE ARE THE OTHERS??” you yell. “I DONT KNOW WE CANT FIND THEM WE JUST HAVE TO GO.” hongjoong drives off. “SO NOBODY’S GONNA TELL ME ANYTHING??” you yell. “basically we tried looking for the others and we couldnt find them anywhere and now we don’t know what to do.” wooyoung said with a half gone voice. your eyes start to form tears but you make sure none of them notice so they wont be worried about you.

10:54pm .

your back at your apartment with everyone in their dorms. you finally lay down and try to go to sleep, when all of a sudden you feel something sharp, pointy and long running down against your back. your in too much fear to turn around but you manage to. it was that weird looking that jongho pulled into the water. you scream so loud that everyone in your apartment complex could hear. wooyoung comes running into your room to see nothing there. “WHAT WHAT HAPPENED???” he yells with a concerned voice. turns out it was just a dream. “n-nothing..” you whisper. “was it just a dream?” he asks. you nod. “it’s okay we’ll notify to someone eventually to find them.” he hugs you and you fall back asleep.

this is my first horror story so please lmk how i did! and if i missed anything !! <33

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M A S T E R L I S T .

also can someone help me how to make the small links please instead of the big links like the ones below thank you 💀

all ateez members (ot8):

Kim Hongjoong:

Park Seonghwa:

Jeong Yunho:

Kang Yeosang:

Choi San:

Song Mingi:

N/A

Jung Wooyoung:

Choi Jongho:

N/A

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we’ve got you | ot8 x reader

summary: you finish a stage preforming with ateez thinking you fucked up and made the worst but ateez has your side.

genre: gender neutral, fluff

wc: 778 (she’s short i know)

warnings: none just slight cursing thats it, if i missed anything please tell me

you and ateez are getting ready preform at music bank with the song “HALAZIA” which is the first ever stage. you’ve practice every night and day getting ready to promote the comeback. your pumped up and excited for what the news and atiny will say about ateez and your dance, vocals and stage presence.

you start preforming and you quickly get the hand movements incorrect and accidentally have a tiny slip while moving, your facials change in a instant knowing you’ve messed up the whole performance. from the corner of your eye you notice hwa and hongjoong checking on you while mingi is on stage alone with backup dancers. hwa nudges you in a sign or asking if your good, you put up an okay sign with your fingers shaking.

after the performance ends and the lights dim you immediately run off stage with everyone looking at you even some off stage wondering what had happened and gotten into you. you run into the public bathroom backstage and start wiping your makeup off crying. you hear a sudden knock at the door.

“y/n..” the voice sounded familiar but you were still balling your eyes out while taking makeup off. “its me wooyoung..”. “go away.” you say in a stern voice. wooyoung ignores you and pushed the door almost hitting you. “what’s wrong.” he says with his voice shaking. you look up at the cherry headed man with a eyebrow piercing and smooth lips. your eyes started watering up again and your head crashes into his chest and you both immediately hug each other. “let’s meet up with the other members.” you both exit the bathroom.

you guys eventually meet up and you sat on the couch covering your face with a blanket lying down. “no..no no no whats wrong don’t sit in silence like this it makes it worse.” hongjoong says while pulling the blanket off your head. he notices your red eyes and hugs you. all of the other member start to hug you back. “please tell us what’s wrong.” jongho exclaimed. “no. i dont wanna say anything.” “please y/n tell us we can make you feel better for whatever happened.” yunho pleaded. “okay fine.” you stood up from your seat readjusting your position on the couch.

“so when performing and doing the hala hala hala hala halazia part, i messed up the arm movements and then i slipped a little afterward and now i bet you everyone is talking about it.” you explained going straight on your phone to twitter to see if anyone noticed. “i bet you nobody noticed it, i didnt notice when we were preforming and i was close to you.” san said. everyone else agrees but you.

“im TELLING you everyone saw it and now i—“ you stop talking when you notice something on your phone. everyone looks are you worryingly. “what..” seonghwa says with his voice shaking. you notice someone had already noticed your mistake and the tweet is filled with hate comments in the last 3 minutes. “shes such a bad dancer, trained 6 years for what.” another comment says “ain’t no way she just messed up live, y/n do better for real”. these comments had you turn off your phone and throw it accidentally at yeosang and mingi. “whoa whoa what happened now..” yeosang says holding the phone. you hold your hands over your face and start balling your eyes out again. this has never happened before, even when debuting with them, no mistakes whatsoever. you don’t know what had gotten into you.

“please don’t start crying because then we’ll all start crying with you.” jongho replied to your crying. everyone starts hugging you and you hug back in comfort. “don’t let the comments get to you y/n, were here for you, we love you and care for you, all of us are here for you.” yunho mumbled in the hug. you break the hug by saying “im sorry im a whole fucking mess.” hongjoong playfully hit you by stating “okay don’t say that your not a mess, nobody in this group is a mess, okay?” you nod at his words. “you need to just turn your phone off for a while and ignore the news, haters, etc.” san exclaims. you also nod to his words. “thank you guys.” you whispered. “now let’s topic change and go with our managers for some kimchi and tteokbokki!” mingi blurted out breaking the small silence. you smile and go along with them into the car. you rest your head on seonghwa’s shoulder holding him and him holding you. “its okay. we’ve got you.” he mumbled kissing your cheek in a friendly way.

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please, save me | yunho ff

helloo this is my first story and if anyone reads it thanks for reading my first story!! sorry if theres things that are messed up in here too btw!

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 867

warnings: crying, cursing, fighting, domestic abuse

11:13pm .

you and your boyfriend (kim heewon) went out to eat for your guys 4th anniversary at a bar. after eating and having a nice time and coming back to his apartment, he all of a sudden, from drinking too much, got mad at you and starting physically hitting you over and over again on your legs, arms, face, etc. this has been going on for 2yrs now but you’ve managed to cover it by makeup, excuses, etc.

“IM SO SICK OF YOUR SHIT Y/N.” he yells at you with tears in your eyes while he screams at you constantly.

“WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU??” you say in anger and sadness.

“YOUR SUCH A FUCKING WHORE I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED, WHY AM I STILL EVEN WITH YOU!” he says with veins popping out his neck.

that broke you. he knows what you have been through with your rough traumatizing childhood you had when you were little. after saying that he had no remorse for what he had said drunk or not.

“leave my apartment right now.”

“w-what..?”

“I SAID LEAVE BITCH.”

tears start falling everywhere wherever you go while you pack your things and leave his apartment in sadness and despair. you feel like you have nothing left. all emptiness inside you.

you try calling your bestfriend (kim hyewon) but its too late and she doesn’t pick up. you try calling your other friend (jung hyunjin) she doesn’t reply either. your outside of the apartment complex standing by yourself in the rain alone having nobody to be near.

you try one more person (jeong yunho.)

“hello?”

“pl-please, can y-you pick me up…”

as soon as he notices you start crying on the phone he grabs his car keys and speeds off driving towards you.

“i gotchu. don’t worry. tell me what happened when i get there, i’ll be there in 5.”

he wasn’t lying when be said he would be there in 5 minutes.

he gets out the car and you run towards his arms hugging him and crying in his arms while you both hug in the rain.

“cmon lets go to my apartment and you can stay there for as long as you want.”

he drives off as fast as he can to his apartment. takes your hand and runs to his room.

you sit on the couch still crying and in tears all over your shirt and legs.

he sits next to you filled in his hands with snacks, drinks, candy, etc to try to help you feel better. “tell me what happened..” he stares into your teary eyes with his innocent soft eyes.

“n-nothing.. i just had a breakdown..”

he lightly grabs your chin with a finger and then he noticed the bruise on your eye and forehead.

“no.. no something happened to you what happened??”

“nothing i swea—“

he grabs your shoulders in a desperate answer he needed.

“who did this to you.”

he notices other bruises that you’ve covered with makeup a few days ago that’s now visible.

silence for a few seconds. you break the silence by saying “kim heewon.”

his soft innocent eyes turned into rage and angriness. he was so angry he got up faster than a blink of an eye and dialed 911 on his phone.

“911? yes, hey uhm.. my friend just got assulted and abused from her boyfriend.. yes.. the victims name is y/n… yeah.. boyfriends name is kim heewon..”

the convo continues on the phone with yunho and the operators of 911 about to track your boyfriend down to arrest him. your not crying as much as you were a few minutes ago and start eating the snacks yunho gave you as a comfort and something to get your mind off.

the police arrive at your house and your boyfriends house to investigate, ask questions, what happened during the altercation, etc.

1:02am .

after a long night, you change into your pjs and lay on the couch with a stuffed animal next to you.

“you can lay in the bed, i’ll sleep here” yunho says while on his phone.

“no.. no it’s fine”

“i should have known the signs when this all happened, you deserve the bed. i’ll sleep on the couch, please y/n.”

you get up and give in and go try sleeping on his bed instead of the couch. you feel a little lonely though and don’t know what to do.

from a distance, “yunho..”

“yea?”

“can you come here, please.”

he walks slowly and tired to his bedroom.

“what’s the matter?”

“this might sound a little..weird but.. can you stay here and sleep with me.. i just don’t feel.. right being alone and.. you know..”

“of course.” he grabs his glass of water from the other room and brings it in his bedroom and sits it on the counter while your still snuggled in the bed. he lays under the sheets with you and brings you close to him.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you, your safe with me..”

“i hope you know i love you so much yunho..” your eyes start watering up again.

he kisses your temple. “i love you too y/n” then you both doze off into your sleep.

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