ONE MORE SHOT (18+)
pairing: jeong yunho x afab reader
warnings: established relationship, dom!yunho/sub!reader, drinking, teasing in public, nicknames (baby (girl), doll, sweetheart, etc), marking, oral (f receiving), fingering, handjob, edging, dirty talk, coaxing, praise, pinning, clothed sex, no condom!!, missionary then doggy, aftercare bc duh (>ᴗ•) !
synopsis: after a night out that included a few drinks, you couldn’t wait to have yunho as soon as you got home
a/n: ayy first ateez writing!! late bday yunho fic :P i haven’t written in so long spare me (request more stuff plz)
it’s the weekend after yunhos birthday but you still wanted to do something to celebrate. you are currently out getting dinner and drinks with the rest of your friends. the table was surrounded with voices carrying completely different conversations or whatever else is keeping them entertained. wooyoung was passing jongho his 6th (or 60th) shot of the night, knowing he would take it no matter what. mingi and san are singing while hanging off of one another’s shoulders. yeosang and his two hyungs, seonghwa and hongjoong, are catching up on their lives while sipping on the drinks they’ve had in their glasses for the past hour and a half.
then there was yunho. wearing a light, long sleeved black sweater—hair slightly parted to show off his forehead. you really loved when he styled his hair like that. mainly because you can see all of his features and how they are perfectly placed on his face.
you were seated so close to him that you had to crane your neck slightly to get a good look at him. he still smelled faintly of the cologne that he sprayed before the two of you left the dorm to go out. he barely put any on this time and it still lingered on him like it was made for him. he notices you staring and looks away from wooyoung and jonghos antics to bring his attention to you. the way his eyes immediately tune in on you makes you feel warm, immediately realizing how much alcohol you had drank and now feeling the buzz. “you alright, sweetheart?” he whispered low enough for only you to hear even over all the noise.
you nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. he gave one back before reaching his arm around you, pulling you in and pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. his hand continued to rest on your shoulder as he returned his attention back to his friends in front of him.
woo began shouting at his friend from across the table, practically shoving another shot in his face.
“it’s your birthday! you’re barely even keeping up dude.” he retorted as yunho easily threw back the liquid. his eyebrows lightly furrowed at the feeling burning his throat, a low groan escaping him. “another round for everyone!!!” he yelled across the table, patting jongho on the back repeatedly before he turned to give him a look. wooyoung giggled lightly as jongho grabbed his glass and raised it towards him and he gratefully filled it to the brim. jonghos eyes went wide and the entire table broke into laughter, making the drink slightly pour over and drip onto his fingers.
“come on—is that even legal??” hwa joined in as he looked up from his conversation. woo shrugged and the rest of the table broke into a debate about whether it was as he got up to go around the table and pour everyone some more soju into their shot glasses. “should san still be drinking..?” hongjoong asks across the table, giving a concerned look to your friend who had his head on mingis shoulder and looked so flushed that he could be deemed ill.
san mumbled something incoherently before whining under his breath that he was perfectly fine. “maybe he should sit this one out.” yunho snorted before bringing the hand on your shoulder down to settle on your thigh. the boys all laugh and yeosang reaches over to rub san on his back. “its okay sannie, you did better this time.” san chuckles before he hiccups lightly, reaching for one of the forgotten chips on the table and poorly putting it into his mouth.
as woo finished up and made it back to his seat, everyone raised their shots before shouting “happy birthday” to yunho.
the rest of the night went as usual, everyone laughing, poking jokes, and having a great time. except for you. it wasn’t that you weren’t having a good time. you always have a fun time with the group.
it was yunho.
more really what he was doing. or wasn’t doing. his hand had been resting on your thigh the last 45 minutes, only moving to reach for something, or to flick one of the members. the shortness of your dress ensuring you could feel how warm he was. the heat from the area spreading all over your body. his thumb subconsciously rubbing against the skin on your inner thigh. looking down was even worse because then you could actually take in how big his hand looks on you. you couldn’t focus on one thing at a time, trying to stop yourself from bouncing it, or tensing yourself. yunho notices you getting quiet and takes a break from the conversation to check on you. his eyes quickly find yours and begins to search for something. like he was looking for an answer. and you absolutely noticed when he found it.
he slowly shifts. not physically—but his gaze does. he squints, the slightest bit that you only notice because he was staring so intensely. you see the smallest fraction of a smirk on his face before he squeezes your thigh, ripping a light gasp from you. the smirk increases and he looks away to tune back in to whatever the members were talking about around him. probably something about their schedules and how they barely have time off or some other bullshit.
but you didn’t really bother to care.
you stare at him unknowingly as he easily returns to the conversation after he just practically teased you in front of all of his friends. faint smirk still evident on his lips as he brings his hand up slightly higher on your leg. just enough for his fingers to graze against where your underwear was. or—where it wasnt. yunho looked back down at you quickly, jaw tensing at the thought of you not wearing underwear under that short dress. his eyes darkened and he swallowed, hard enough to make his adams apple bob. he quickly withdrew his touch just as quickly as he applied it. you gently grab at his arm, trying not to attract the attention of the group members. your eyebrows pinch up at him, silently and desperately asking to go home.
he squints at you. not in confusion… but a warning.
a silent dont test me look on his face as he eyed your needy expression. he raises his brow once. quickly—barely even noticeable before he turns his head away from you again, leaving you almost breathless.
the rest of the time out seemed to draw out longer and longer. time felt like it was moving agonizingly slow on purpose, dragging out to keep you away from him. the boys laughter only taunted you. seeing how they could easily keep yunhos attention without feeling like they have to beg for it. you tried your best not to look riled up, but you almost couldn’t help it. seeing him smile at his friends while he was touching you underneath the table only got you even more worked up. it was torture. it felt like the universe was keeping him from you. keeping him from handling you the way you want him to. ruining you the way you would beg for. screaming his name as you co—
“one more shot guys,” mingis loud voice cut through your thoughts. forcing you to come back to reality. wooyoung and jongho follow shouting: ‘ONE MORE SHOT!’ hwa shook his head while hj clapped and laughed. yeosang snorted at how drunk his friends were before reaching down for his glass and lifting it to accept his last drink. the rest of the table including you and yunho accepted, gulping down the last shot of the night.
the night finally began to come to an end as everyone paid their bills and dispersed into their different rides to the dorms. the ride home was quiet, not awkward, just calm. mostly because yeosang was also there, but yunho barely said anything. the most he gave was a soft hum of acknowledgment to yeosang, or he would sing along to the music on the radio.
was he trying to mess with you? get in your head? break you before he could even do anything to you?
your head was spinning with possibilities of what could happen when you get home. anything you could think of at the moment sounds heavenly, you just desperately hope yeosang goes right to his room—not asking yunho to play any games before bed. you unconsciously look over towards yunho driving. his eyes were locked onto the road and he had one hand gripping tightly on the steering wheel while the other rested against the console. not too long into the dinner he had rolled up his sleeves, just over his forearm, revealing the veins that flooded his arms and hands. you could feel your mouth watering as you practically devoured him with your eyes. you nearly forgot yeosang was in the back until a small snore interrupted you. the both of you slightly look back simultaneously to notice that yeosang had fallen asleep in the backseat, mouth hanging open and head banging as you hit bumps on the road.
once you brought your attention back to yunho he was already looking at you. but only for the smallest time before he hesitantly looks back in front of him. you opened your mouth to say something. ask him why he did that in the restaurant—anything. before you could even get a syllable out yunhos voice cut through the slight chill in the air, “you’ve been staring all night.” his voice was low, not angry, just chill. the tone made you shiver and your mouth went dry. a few moments pass by and the car goes silent again. "you wanna tell me what's wrong?" because yunho wasn't having that. if you wanted him to do something you would have to-
“use your words.”
you exhaled a shaky breath. it was almost as if he could read your mind. he knew you well enough that your reactions were like a 6th sense to him. he always tracked your movements, facial expressions, even little ticks you do during certain situations. so, of course he knows when you need something from him. you feel a small pout forming on your lips before turning the smallest amount away from him, folding your arms over your chest.
you knew he was messing with you, you could feel it all throughout the entirety of the dinner. so you tried your best not to give in to his little mind games. even if he already knew how badly you’ve needed him all night.
he pokes his tongue against his cheek then tsks under his breath, dragging his free hand to your thigh as if it was the most natural thing in the world before whispering, “aw don’t be like that, doll.” your breath caught in your throat at his words, the heat spreading through your body again as he kneaded the inner skin on your thigh. not too hard, just hard enough to make you twitch under his touch. “you’re being mean…” you mutter back, trying to keep your slight attitude there as he touched you with such practiced ease. you can feel his hand gripping tighter on your leg, your ‘attitude’ faltering from the growing warmth you feel in your belly.
“you’re being a brat.”
the words hit hard. not in a way that makes you sad, but in a way that makes you extremely horny. even hornier than before. your thighs clench at his words the tiniest bit under his hand. he notices it. of course he fucking does. he always notices. “oh? you liked that?” and just like that—his hand was gone again. you whip your head in his direction, shooting a glare at him. but he didn’t flinch. not once. he only kept his head straight and rested his arm back on the console. with the faintest idea of a smirk on his face.
the moment you guys enter the house, you quickly discard of your shoes and coat and make your way straight to yunhos room.
you feel his heavy footsteps behind you. they weren’t intimidating. they just had you anticipating every possible scenario that could happen as soon as you reach his bedroom. yeosang shoots you both a quick ‘goodnight’ before shutting his own door behind him. yunho replies and his the sound of his voice makes you realize how close he already was behind you. once you make it inside of his room, it all hits you at once. you walk all the way in and stand in the middle of his room to take it all in. you deeply inhale, registering his smell, all of his little spiderman and tyudeongie trinkets, the warmth of the lamp he left on—it all calms you for a moment.
that moment ends quickly when you hear yunho shut the door.
you stay facing away. waiting to see what he would do. or at least say. but he just stays silent. watching you while leaning against the door, arms crossed lazily. he seemed too calm for how he was acting earlier. it only spiked your adrenaline more. you really want to know what he’s thinking but before you could even properly get your thoughts together, yunho was moving. he made it behind you in 3 long strides. still not speaking. he just brought his hands to your waist. resting them there for a few moments until he couldn’t stop himself from fully touching you anymore. his hands began rubbing up and down your sides slowly, gripping tightly every couple of seconds—grounding himself.
he leans down closer to you, and you could feel his breath pressed against your ear. “you looked so fucking good tonight, sweetheart…” he whispered, voice gravelly and low. “too bad you won’t tell me what you need, hmm?” his touch went further down your sides until he reached the front of your dress. the feeling of his hands on you and his chest pressed against your back was overwhelming all of your senses. technically he wasn’t doing even anything—anything that you wanted him to, you mean. but it was all still affecting you terribly. his fingers dipped under your dress, pressing against your core and feeling how warm you were. a soft, broken moan leaves you at the sudden feeling of him slowly rubbing your clit, increasingly wetting his fingers as he does so.
“yun please…” you whine as he expertly plays with you. he can already feeling you crumbling bit by bit as he worked his long skilled fingers on you. “thats not good enough.” his thick voice cuts through the low sound of your slick. he brings his lips lower, pressing light kisses against your neck, then mouthing at your pulse point before biting down. he started sucking little marks into the skin there, soothing the pain with his tongue after each hickey he left. yunho continued using his fingers to tease you and you can still feel the alcohol, the buzz making your skin tingle. “please make me feel good…”
a moment passes after those words leave your mouth and you barely have time to register him turning around because his lips were already on yours. you moan into his mouth and he groans lowly at the feeling. the kiss quickly got heated as it went from lips to tongues joining and teeth crashing. he swallowed every sound you allowed to easily slip from you, and yunho only sighs contently knowing he has you exactly where he wants you.
“there she is,” he moans lowly, bringing his hands down to slowly grab your ass. you could feel how hard he already was against your stomach, the anticipating prickling at your skin again. he used one of his fingers to tease you a bit more, probing at your wet entrance. “you want me to fill this pussy up baby?” you nod, quickly, and he smiles knowingly into the kiss. you swiftly lift your arms up to wrap them around yunhos broad shoulders, and you love how they fit like they were made to be there.
“say it.”
you whine against his lips, your words getting caught in your throat. “p-please…”
“please what?”
“please fuck me yunho..-“
he practically cut off your pleading as he grabbed at your thighs and easily lifted you in the air. a soft gasp escaped you and he’s still shoving his tongue in your mouth while carrying you over to his bed. he gently places you on your back, kiss slowing but not softening. it still carries the same intensity as it did before, but now you can really feel the admiration yunho has for you. “gonna make you feel so good baby girl, okay?” and his statement wasn’t really a statement. it was more of a promise. and yunho always kept his promises. his lips moved from yours back down to your neck, peppering little kisses. you begin squirming underneath him.
he has one hand gripping tightly on your waist, keeping you pressed down on the bed, while the other was resting atop of your head. his hand there made you feel comforted—grounded even. but it also wasn’t such a help once you took in how his hand was almost palming the entirety of your head. he was so big over you and it always made you feel want to take care of. he knew he was big, obviously, and he used it to his full advantage every chance he could.
yunho lifted up away from you and you whine at the loss of contact. the only sound heard throughout the room was the simultaneous panting of you both. his hands moved, reaching down to the hem of your dress—eyes never leaving yours as he did so. he tilts his head up subtly, signaling for you to lift your hips so he can easily lift your dress. he quickly traveled from your neck down to your stomach. only taunting you more by leaving tender kisses and nipping at the skin once he made his way down. the only time he broke eye contact was to look down, and seeing how sopping wet you were for him only called for him to moan. “fuck… and i barely even touched you.”
his gaze shifted, becoming more focused and tempted. without any hesitation he grabbed at your thighs, tossing them over his shoulders. but of course he wouldn’t give you what you were nearly shaking for. yunho moved his head down, torturously moving slow to get a reaction out of you. he turned his head at the last second, planting an open mouth kiss on the inside of your thigh. the kissing only didn’t last long, and at some point he started leaving dark bruises on the skin there. it almost prided him how he was the only one who’d be able to see them.
your whimper cut through the thick air, moving your hand down to tangle in his hair. “yunho..”
his eyes dart up to find yours again, and the pleading look in your eye only gets him so much harder. “what’s wrong doll?” he asks softly, feigning innocence. he can’t help the smile that forms on his face. you were begging. begging to be taken care of. begging to be fucked. but he was such a dick that he wanted to hear you say it a thousand times over before he would finally give you what you needed. “y-your mouth… please use your mouth-“
“seems like you finally learned how to use your words.”
a shaky breath escapes you as he moves his head again and kisses you on your clit, giving it little kitten licks before taking it in his mouth and sucking gently. his tongue dipped, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over you. he took one of his hands and brought it to your core, spreading your folds so he could really see you. his mouth was on you in a heartbeat, immediately pushing his tongue inside of you. a loud, strangled moan rips from your throat at the sudden feeling after being teased the entirety of the night. “such a pretty pussy baby… and all for me right?” he whispers—muffled as he nearly makes out with your cunt. you instinctively nod your head, almost forgetting the one rule he gave you. “words.”
you cry out, fingers tightening in his hair which drew a moan from him. the vibration of it through your body only added to the sensation, nearly sending you over the edge right there. “yes! yun please… all yours- promise..!” he groans, only pressing his face further into you, his nose nudging against your clit with each movement of his face. the fingers that were keeping you spread open, eventually moved to your entrance. yunho smoothly replaced his tongue with his middle and ring finger, and this time not teasing you, but instead curling them up perfectly to hit that spot over and over again.
“god you taste so fucking good… so heavenly.”
his tongue quickly found a new purpose and began to skillfully draw figure eights on your swollen nub. his long fingers stretched you out, scissoring you open with ease as he babbled out praises.
“fuuuck sweetheart, you’re practically sucking me in. she missed me that much?” he moaned under his breath, eyes concentrated on how your pussy looked taking his fingers. how you clenched each time as he went deep, deep, deeeep until he hit that one spot you needed him to so bad. your free hand moved to grab his wrist, whining and overwhelmed with pleasure. he only pushed you off moving the hand from your thigh to hold your hand over your stomach.
yunho would speed up and slow down gradually. every time you got so fucking close he would just take it away by slowing down, pressing soft kisses to your throbbing clit. around the third time you felt your orgasm about to wash over you. yunho took it away from you again. only this time, instead of slowing down, he fully removed his fingers from you. you’re panting, and before you can even notice what he’s doing, your eyes trail from his arm—veins popping more than usual—to his fingers. which were in his mouth. he stared at you with an intense gaze. almost saying, ‘dont you dare look away.’ you moan at the sight of him drooling around his own fingers at the taste of you. your eyes trail down yunhos long torso slowly. deliberately. you finally make it down to his dress pants. he was so hard just from eating you out he almost came in his pants.
within seconds he was back on top of you, tongue in your mouth forcing you to taste yourself. he groans when you stick yours back in his, hands palming at your sides like he didn’t know what to do. you took matters into your own hands by reaching for his belt, nimbly undoing it, going for his pants next. “greedy little thing.” yunho muttered teasingly. he took over, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down followed with his diesel boxers. “only for you…” your legs twitched at the thought of him finally being inside of you, and you made your way back to his eyes only to be met with him looking down at himself, a string of saliva leaving his mouth and landing perfectly on his dick.
“get it wet for me babygirl…” you listen obediently, reaching out and wrapping your hands around him. his breath stuttered at the feeling. your hands felt so good around him every time. he was trying his best not to cum right there.
you smoothly begin stroking him up and down with practice, a quiet schlick schlick schlick echoing into the air. yunho throws his head back with a whimper. an actual whimper. “please.. i need you inside me.” you whine pathetically. his eyebrows pinch up and his nose scrunches for a millisecond before he grabs your wrists and pins them both above you, already aligning himself with your leaking entrance. he pushes in with no rush, going inch by inch before he finally fills you to the brim, bottoming out with a soft moan.
“s-shit… you’re so tight.” he whispers, bringing his face down to bury in your neck. he panted against you while adjusting his hips to start moving at an angle that hit your g-spot with each thrust. he wasn’t going fast at all, he wanted to relish it. every moment like this with you.
he was doing a good job at keeping his steady pace, hips only faltering slightly when he went even deeper, causing you to clench around him. your soft moans echoed across the room and the sounds were music to his ears. he enjoyed knowing he could easily make you feel this good because of how easily he knows your body. he lifts his head from your neck and the hand that isn’t pinning your wrists reaches up to grab your face, holding your head up to lock eyes with him. “right there doll?” you feel tears prickling in your eyes from how perfectly he stretched you out. “yes baby- fuck-“ you clench around him again, indicating you were close. he kept fucking into you, not once letting go of your face or hands. “yun m’so close…” you whimpered out. you could feel the coil in your stomach about to snap when-
he pulled out. he just took it away from you. just like that—again. his forehead was sweating, hair sticking to it and it only made him 100 times sexier.
“flip over.”
the words sounded like an order, so you immediately followed, getting on your knees and arching in front of him. you felt the heat of him behind you as he spit into his hand and rubbed it along himself. the other hand coming to press onto your lower back, fixing your arch a bit. “a little lower… good girl.” at the last word he sunk back inside of you, a loud squelching noise made from the mess of you two. yunho moved his now free hand to wrap around your waist, pulling you back into him to create a rhythm you can keep up with.
your moans eventually turn to whines and little squeals and yunho begins to slowly pound into you from behind. his breathing gets heavier and his groans mix with whimpers from edging you and himself all night, finally just wanting to fill you up. you reach behind you, grabbing at yunhos wrist again. this time he doesnt push you away. he takes yours in his hand and pins it against the small of your back, thrusting getting faster and faster. he moans loudly then sucks air through his teeth when you clench on him. “yu please dont stop- m’so fucking close.” he pulls out slowly, almost all the way before smoothly thrusting back in deeper, ripping a soft cry from your throat. “i know baby girl, hold on just a little longer i’m close too…”
he kept repeating the same motion over and over, his tip brushing that spot inside of you time and time again effortlessly. your legs started shaking and his thrusting picked up more speed once he felt himself about to tip over the edge. your orgasm hit you hard, mouth open as harmonies of moans left you. yunho spilled into you soon after, continuing his thrusting to coax you through your orgasms.
your whines and his pants eventually came to a halt. the room went silent. once again not awkward, but calm. yunho leaned down, kissing your back graciously like you were the most fragile thing on earth. he pulled out of you, both of you moaning at the sensitivity. “i’ll be right back okay..?” the sudden change in his voice was comforting. you nodded, hearing him get up from the bed. a minute or two later he came back with his usual sweats and a jacket on. he was carrying two towels, one wet, one dry, and some underwear and a shirt for you. he got back in the bed on top of you, cleaning you off with a warm wet towel before wiping you dry with the other. he helped you slip on your underwear and put on your shirt, pressing a serene kiss on your forehead.
“do you want any water sweetheart?” he whispers, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. you smile contently and nod again, saying a soft ‘thank you’ underneath your breath. yunho turns behind him to the nightstand, reaching for his bottle before opening it and gesturing ‘open.’
he generously pours the water into your mouth, making sure you have enough before closing the bottle and putting it back. he swiftly undoes the covers allowing you to climb in next to him in your usual spots; your face buried in his chest and his hand on the back of your head. “how you feeling?” he mutters into your hair. you smile into him, inhaling his scent before you even think about answering his question. “im amazing…” he chuckles at how muffled your voice was from his sweater, but was grateful for the answer regardless.
“how are you?” you return the question quickly.
“me? oh, ive never been better.” he retorts. the both of you laugh sleepily, nuzzling into each other like you couldn’t possibly get any further away from one another. the hand that wasn’t on your head wrapped around your waist pulling you against him tightly. “i love you yun.” he smiles against you, whispering a soft, “i love you too, baby.”
he presses one more kiss to your forehead before reaching and cutting off the lamp, allowing sleep to quickly envelop you both.
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