Like a good neighbor.
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Yunho x gn!reader (i tried to be as gender neutral as possible so if there’s any gendered language pls tell me!!!)
tags, dubcon, smut, okay how do i explain this in a tag he fingers your mouth, everything but actual vomit (mentions of dry heaving, the word vomit and lots of spit so it’s very gross!), think of this like the opposite of oral fixation cause it’s your mouth and not his.
summary, after finding out you did not have enough money to pay rent your neighbor suggests asking the tenant beside her to help you out and he does on one simple ask of you. ten minutes to put his fingers in your mouth. plus yes all i can think of when i wrote the title in two seconds is that one state farm commercial. i honestly forgot for fics you gotta write titles so enjoy!
note, hiii if you’ve read my other fics they are very fluffy compared to this so i understand not liking it! i’m a really big perv but i do enjoy writing everything on the spectrum of fics. please enjoy and if you see any spelling mistakes in the fic please tell me cause my ellipsus gaslights me half the time okay thank you!!
You need help.
A lot of help- for most things, but who doesn’t? It’s not like you woke up one day and were the only person on earth who slipped up a time or two. While you’ve never been in this type of blunder before, you can understand what got you here.
Living on a cheaper side of town where everyone pays everything with cash is one, or maybe being groggy all day since you’d rather perish than to sleep before 2 a.m even on weekdays- but you blame that on the 9-5 work schedule brought on by capitalism. No the real reason you’re in this pickle is that concert you decided to go to spur of the moment.
Your friends were really harping on hanging out with you since you declined every other time (Which does beg the question what do you do till two? I don’t know watch TV?). The tickets were only a hundred so that was reasonable. Plus everyone shared the cost of the hotel you could just about scrape by this week with about thirty dollars left in the bank. But hey, it was the last week of it anyways and your fridge was full so honestly you just have to make sure you use your metro card sparingly. Besides past you couldn't begin to comprehend the spiral of your life that Sunday.
Now it’s Saturday night though and you’re back in the city. Drinks earlier are over and now you’re huddled up in an uber xl you split however many ways to be fair. Your friends drop you off first since your apartment was the closest coming into town. The loud rowdy group brings you up the stairs, everyone with tousled clothes and still drunk from the saturday night activities done only hours ago. They wave and jumble up a goodbye between them which is just a loud mess of words which makes you curious of how they are going to get back down with that haunted elevator you loathe. Somehow them coming up to see if you get home safely turns into you watching to see if they can all get in there again which they do. It’s not until the elevator slides closed and is halfway down is when you can stop hearing their voices and close your door. You’re just as drunk as the others but you do pretty well with alcohol. The door click and once you slip off your heels suddenly your brain remembers your home. Your body only allows the five or six steps for you get to the couch before you lose all control of your limbs.
You wake up with drool on your couch cushion and your jacket is still miraculously on which is an achievement of its own. Begrudgingly you get up to start the worst home reset you've done mainly because of the hangover. Looking behind you at your entrance you stare amazed you remembered to bring your backpack out of the uber. For that alone throwing it in the corner you don’t talk about is the reward you deserve. Normal people usually clean before they leave the city but you like past you more than future you, it’s a ‘leave to the last moment’ mindset you always say you enjoy.
The only thing you actually enjoy is when the cleaning is all done you can look through your mail, which honestly is a nice way to put it. Calling it just mail make it seem like there’s a couple new envelopes you look through while drinking tea, a very calming task but your mail is nothing but calming. There is a side of your table where every single piece of mail you’ve gotten to this address just sits. (Not even joking, you could probably find your lease there too.) You have the worry of people finding where you live if you throw them out yet the thought of buying or even renting a paper shredder once is still a daunting task so it’s where the mail lays. The Pile.
You haven’t been able to go to your neighbor Nadia’s to check for any mail that was left over on the weekend so that’s your first place to check. You slip on some outdoor shoes and walk over to the apartment beside yours. Before you can even take your hand up the door swings open to your little neighbor. Nadia, a much older lady hurries you into her abode swiftly now seconds later has you on her couch with a hot drink in hand. She asks about the concert, how your friends were last night and if you met any cute men on the weekend. You answered her spew of queries as best as you could which delighted her to no end.
“Nadia it was nice to talk to you but I was just wondering if any mail came on friday-”
“Oh yes! There was this one mail.” She scurries to her kitchen, probably checking a drawer or cute hanging fixture that can hold mail unlike your ‘pile’. She walks back in and hands a few envelopes wrapped together in an elastic band. She now sits next to you as you silently flip through most. Mainly you see just the bills for next month, phone, utilities, some spam mail and a letter from your- landlord? You look up and Nadia gasps. “Oh my I knew I meant to call you. There was a building meeting thursday night out of the random.”
“Of course the night I go out.” You grumble, going to rip open and check the contents of this ‘letter’.
Dear Whoever wasn’t at the meeting,
I was advised to send this for legality reasons but if you’re getting this mail you were not at the impromptu meeting on Thursday night of the 16th. Getting this mail before the next weekend should give you enough time to know we are going to move rent up by one week. There is no way to pay on the original day and if you do it will be considered late. The reasoning for this is building code being updated so be lucky it was this or an extra hundred.
Get your affairs in order,
Will&co Renting [West Apartments]
“Fuck!” You crumple the mail and throw it in to her carpeted floor. Nadia looks at your worried but you quickly bring back your composure. “I can’t- I don't get paid until the original week rent is due. I knew I shouldn’t have went to that stupid concert.”
“Don’t say that! You only are young once.” She goes over to get the crumpled paper and hands it back to you. You take it, your face softens by feeling your eyes meet. “I wish I could help honey, but I only had enough in savings for my own-”
“Don’t say that Nadia, I guess I’ll have to figure something out.” She takes your hand and you two sit there for a minute, where in most instances your mind would race but her touch helps soothe your thoughts if only for a couple seconds.
“I heard my other neighbor, he told me he was recently promoted.” Her speaking up for the first time in a couple minutes snaps you out and you go to think. Her neighbor you met once while house sitting for her, tall and unassuming so you try to remember his name.
“Yunho right?” You stumble over the name but she nods happily at your memory and continues on.
“Yes! He’s so sweet, you know he helps me bring my groceries up right?” You laugh at how easily she gets off topic but she goes back to her point. “He said he wants to help if I need anything and he’s a good man you should ask him for help.”
You feel like it’d be rude to laugh in her face and say you wouldn’t take her offer of owing a random man nine hundred dollars but instead you 'take up the offer’. “Sure maybe I’ll ask.” She gleams and her seeing your problem as essentially solved and whisked you over to leave with the rest of your mail in hand. Truly you can never understand her as she loves when you come over but you blink and suddenly the door is closed on you.
Now back in your home you spend the afternoon trying to scrounge for as much loose change, emailing your boss on a weekend to see if your pay can come in a week early- hell you even dived into the infamous pile to see if you didn't cash any checks. You’ve racked your brain over and over, laying on your bed ragged and desperate you remember Nadia’s idea.
While you don’t want to say she is over emphasizing how helpful this Yunho might be you have to be realistic. One of you is a lovely old lady and one is someone who doesn't know how to properly finance. But giving up on chances you didn't take are for people who can lose their lease and you have no choice but to exhaust all options.
Which now leaves you here.
You’ve sat on three different couches today and the one in Yunho’s apartment by far is the best besides you not even being able to appreciate the comfiness of it. He sits on the armchair diagonal to you in the midst of a call in a language you don’t know. Wearing business casual he also is donning a pair of glasses, you wonder why he’s so dressed up on a weekend but you digress. During the call he'd give you a once over and you’d look away quickly which he seemed to enjoy. Soon after he finishes the call he finally acknowledges you besides a stare once or twice. “Sorry.” You slightly jump in the seat when he speaks up (surprised at how nice he sounds in english.) but just as quickly you politely brush off the apology.
“It’s fine, is there work to be done on Sundays?” He laughs which is the first time you’ve heard him do that before.
“Some people I work with are in different timezones so their Monday is right now.” Oh well now you look silly, you assume he works in business but knowing little to nothing of most your neighbors, even being in his home gives nothing to help the imagination even. “Nadia already told me everything.”
You finally take the first full breath since you’ve gotten in here. The idea of asking the largest question at hand was terrifying so Nadia saving the day again was the biggest help. The breath you took brings out all the words you have in a rushed mess. “Thank you for not letting me go through the whole song and dance. I was able to find two hundred in one of my savings so-”
“Seven hundred?” When he stops you it truly does halt your thoughts cause yes, you are asking a man you had crossed paths with on a handful of occasions to give you money for rent with the promise of giving it back. What if he doesn’t want to? What if he asks for an insane interest on it? Your mind goes at a million miles an hour but you're stilled again once you realize he is standing in front of you.
Your eyes, which where locked on your lap originally now rake up to see him towering over you with a hand on your shoulder. “Calm now?” He asks, which seems absurd now cause your heart definitely does feel calmer now- no matter how scarily tall he seems in this angle.
“Yes.” You breathe out which now makes him chuckle again.
“Good, I don’t want you fainting on me.” You give a polite laugh at the joke but he can tell you’re still worried. “I will do it.” he reassures which finally does get you to your normal self again.
“I can’t thank you enough, I do have the money the week after this so I’ll be able to-” He sees your eyes dart to your bag, a laughable idea of you giving anything in there as collateral but instead of just telling you to stop he halts you by putting his finger directly in front of your lips, slightly ghosting them in a faux shushing motion.
“Oh I don’t want your money.” You stare perplexed at his finger even when he moves his hand away, now staring at the empty space in shock. You go to think rationally for a second before saying anything.
“What do you want then?”
“I want to put my fingers in your mouth.”
After what felt like several minutes you break the silence by letting out a laugh. “What?” You gaze over to him again, craning your neck to look up and he gives a flat look. Goodness he's being serious.
“Well I’m curious about your mouth, call me perverted but I’d enjoy digging around and giving a look see.” You stay jaw slacked and silent for several silent minutes which he allows. He doesn't seem ashamed and as insane as it is to you, it seems so simple to him.
“How long?” You ask.
He ponders for a second before answering. “About ten minutes. I’ll time everything.”
Of course he will.
You still for a second, thinking of all the things you could do for seven hundred dollars. Could you find a job and get hired in fifteen hours? Everything else you try to think of is most likely just as embarrassing as this and for way less. It takes you only a few seconds to answer.
“Okay.”
“Good.” He claps his hands together and walks over to kitchen. Using the hand soap he keeps there he washes for what you assume is half a minute, if you try to remember how time works you’ll think of how long ten minutes is. When he dries off you space out until you feel the weight of the couch shift next to you. You see him sit close enough where your thighs touch but it’s the least of your worries. Your eyes wander to his hands for the first time properly, for how tall he is his fingers are still pretty lengthy. Veins decorate his forearms to his knuckles and his nails are very freshly manicured.
“Curious about them?” Your eyes snap up to his seeing the glint of curiosity in his.
“No.” You flatly answer, he takes the attitude change with stride and goes to get his phone. He opens his clock app and shows a ten minute timer already opened. The thought makes you shiver at how prepared he was for this. “I’ll explain how this works now, The timer will start and I will have unrestricted access your mouth. To hold onto my part I promise to only use my fingers but I will be going knuckle deep.”
The instructions get your lungs feeling heavier and heavier with short breaths. He continues though. “You’ll be fine, though I like some gagging I’d much prefer you don't vomit.” His weird form of comfort almost helps in a sense as you take several deep breaths to steady the rhythm.
“Now I will start the timer for you to see.” Which is exactly what he does, he presses start and when his finger is off the touch screen you look away from .
He takes your chin in his hand. You’re surprised at how warm his hands are. He takes what you assume is his more dominant hand and now bring them to your lips. Walking his fingers over your lips he slides one against the bottom one and you don't know why but you slightly part them open for him. “Nicely done, now let’s see those teeth.” He slips a finger against the bottom row of your teeth and as you feel the intrusion in your mouth you move your head away involuntarily. Which honestly didn’t go far as the other hand holds your face in place.
“I don't mind a struggle but do it with your body, it’s not fun if your face moves.” Your eyes give a worried look to his but you now see only a darkened gaze from him which stopped your movement entirely for now.
With this newfound act of obedience Yunho takes it in stride as his finger now slides past your lips. His finger tip slides across your lower teeth making its way to the back of your left molars. “Still have your wisdom teeth in?” His finger presses down against the last teeth which embarrasses you. By the time they grew in you weren’t able to be on dental properly so they sat untouched for years. He doesn’t wait for an answer before slipping his middle finger in to join his index.
“Now I don’t like the thought of all my fingers in your mouth… the first time that is.” He trails off but you can barely hear him anyways, his fingers now moved up to the roof and glide to feel the apex of it. “But I do enjoy getting at least to the uvula so I’m going to move in closer, I hope that’s okay.”
A weak head twitch from you is all you can do to technically agree. He leans in and now he's facing you, you’re glad to have his fingers halting their movements for a few seconds but when you finally look to him his face startles you. He’s been staring at you this entire time, though you wonder why he hasn't been looking at your mouth you realize it wasn’t about that.
His house was well air conditioned but you were sweating bullets, you squirm in the chair but your face is still for him and your eyes dart around the room to do everything but look at him. He's doesn’t truly care what goes on in your mouth, he only wants your reactions and even if you didn’t want to give it to him your body betrays you at every corner.
Yunho wakes you of your thoughts when his fingers begin to move again. His fingers flip to feel your top molars now. “Were you nervous today? So worried about where you’d find the money you didn’t find time to eat.” He’s right, but you're terrified as to why he got that thought.
His gaze finally moves to your mouth and the intrusion of his digits are gone as he slips them out, with a trail of saliva as a guest. You take this time to look at the timer and it gives you relief, less than five minutes left but you shudder at it, the way the seconds move you’d think this time would last forever.
Moving your sight you look to his lap and momentarily checking his brown trousers you can obviously tell he’s hard. If this was you maybe even an hour ago you’d be shocked but honestly it’d be more sadistic if he wasn't aroused at this.
He lets out a shaky laugh and goes to fix his glasses with the hand that was just on your chin. “I guess you now know how much this means to me.” You notice he places his hand back on the bottom of your face, again you widen your mouth for him. “Open more this time for me.”
As you oblige he doesn't go slow this time, the two of his fingers are at the back of your throat in no time. Touching the other end of your tongue you obviously gag loudly on his fingers. He doesn't care to listen to your mouth deny his fingers but continues as he pleases, now thrusting them. You can hear a mantra of hushed whispers from him but trying to decode them is going you no good. All you can hear is yourself slowly choke on your own saliva as a dull pain emanates from the end of your mouth.
“Just like that.” He mutters and before he can go any deeper the alarm goes off. Immediately hearing it he takes his fingers out and looks at the state your in. Tears prickling your eyes and you huddled into yourself dry heaving with slight shudders between.
He watches you sob quietly with a twinge of guilt. It’s not his first rodeo but he’s never seen anyone take it this badly, though he can’t remember anyone doing this for rent money. “You know.” He goes to stand and get you water. “Sometimes after being vulnerable with someone new it’s good to peak into their lives. So you can ask me anything right now and I’ll answer.”
It takes you half the time he was in your mouth to fully adjust his fingers not being in you. Taking your palms you wipe your face of sweat and tears, deep breaths help you fully realign to what you could consider is now your new normal. “Where do you keep your mail.”
This is where Yunho is now the one that's shocked. “My mail?” He hands you the cold plastic bottle which you take and immediately open. Taking a long sip you nod to his question.
“Yeah, where do you usually put it.” He lets out a puff of air through his nostrils, trying not to laugh. He takes your answer well enough and motions for you to join him standing. It takes you a second but you wobbly stand by yourself and let him show you into the kitchen.
Next to the fridge there’s a metal shelf with several envelopes stacked like papers in a file cabinet. “You wanna go through them?”
You count them with your eyes, only five. Maybe six if there was a smaller one not poking out. You assume he probably throws out letters often when he sees no use for them. You shake your head and he takes that as an answer, he instead goes to grab one himself and it’s addressed towards you. You take it and open it right there, standing in his kitchen you’ve opened an envelope with maybe fifteen bills in it, all hundreds. It’s more than your actual rent (almost doubled) and what you needed anyway but you’d be stupid to ask why.
“Yunho why do you like mouths?” You try to ask but he tuts you mockingly.
“Want to ask more questions? Come back then.” The thought gives you shivers again cause you almost wanted to take him up on the offer.
“Nice but I’ll have to decline. I don’t think I’m gonna find myself in this type of situation again.” He nods understandingly and watches you leave with a long, wistful sigh. The door closes and now he looks to his hand, the one that left his neighbor's mouth with lust in his eyes. He scissors the two fingers with the spit he took with him and lastly puts them in his mouth to finally taste you.