I'm lyric, I'm pushing 30 & I'm a freaky-ass demisexual.
I block minors because I write for an 18+ audience. I typically write about breast worship/nipple play, cock worship, pleasure dom + bratty sub dynamics, and stuff along those lines.
I mainly post about BTS, SKZ, ATZ, and TXT on this blog.
Summary : When your usual shyness is overpowered by the sight of Yunho in grey sweatpants, a quiet movie night quickly escalates into breathless confessions and you dropping to your knees to be his good girl.
Warnings : explicit sexual content (NSFW), sexual tension, kissing, oral sex (blowjob), cum swallowing, deepthroat, praise kink (heavy use of "good girl," "pretty girl," etc), dom/sub undertones, size difference, grey sweatpants kink (kinda?), dirty talk, aftercare.
A/N : This is literally 8k words of pure sexual tension and smut. Someone send help...
Enjoy! ♡
Two months.
It had only been two months since you and Yunho officially became a couple, yet somehow, he had completely woven himself into the very fabric of your life.
He was, by all definitions, the perfect boyfriend, possessing an incredible, almost dizzying duality.
Most of the time, he was exactly like a giant golden retriever, bubbly, endlessly affectionate, practically vibrating with a bright, contagious energy that could pull you out of your deepest shells. He was sweet, funny and shamelessly adorable, melting your heart with each stare, each soft touch, each peck.
Other times however, without warning, the atmosphere would shift, his playful demeanor turning into something profoundly serious, revealing a smoldering, protective and undeniably sexy side of him. It was a charm that left you breathless every single time.
Because you loved and respected each other deeply, you had both mutually agreed to take things slow, wanting to savor every moment shared together without rushing anything.
You hadn't slept together yet. So far, your physical intimacy had been limited to sweet, lingering kisses, breathless late-night make-out sessions and gentle, sensual touches that always left you craving just a little more. You hadn't crossed that final line yet.
Until tonight.
The two of you were curled up on the couch, the glow of the television illuminating the dark living room as a movie played in the background. You were supposed to be watching a movie, but hadn't absorbed a single scene for the past half hour, your gaze uncontrollably drifting to the man sitting beside you.
Yunho was dressed casually, but for some reason, it was doing absolute numbers on your self-control. He was wearing a thin black tank top that perfectly showcased the broad lines of his chest and shoulders, paired with soft, low-hanging grey sweatpants. Those grey sweatpants. The ones that always made you feel weak in the knees.
Overall, it was an effortlessly domestic look, yet it made him look impossibly hot.
Normally, you were the shy one in the relationship. You were introverted, quiet and known to blush violently whenever he offered you a simple compliment. But tonight, the atmosphere felt thick. A heavy, unfamiliar warmth was pooling in your stomach. You felt a sudden urge to close the distance between you. You wanted him. You wanted to please him, to show him exactly how much he affected you.
Completely lost in a trance, your eyes kept trailing along the strong line of his jaw and down to his chest, ignoring the climax of the film on the screen, before drifting lower.
Now here was the thing. At 6'1, the man was simply huge, dominating the space on your shared sofa. His impossibly long legs were stretched out casually over the rug, one of his large hands resting lazily on his own thigh, those long, elegant fingers lightly drumming against the soft fabric of his sweatpants.
You found your eyes tracking the movement, completely mesmerized by his sheer size.Staring at the way the grey fabric draped over his thick thighs, a sudden, highly intrusive thought hijacked your mind, making a hot flush creep up your neck, wondering what else about him was actually big. And from the way those sweatpants were clinging to his crotch area, it wasn't so difficult to draw a conclusion.
Suddenly, he shifted, feeling the heavy weight of your stare. He slowly turned his head to look at you, catching you completely red-handed. Instead of looking away, a slow smile spread across his handsome face, his eyes gleaming with a mix of deep affection and quiet, playful amusement, making your heart skip a beat.
He shifted his weight, leaning in just a little closer so that you could feel the radiant heat rolling off his skin, voice dropping into a low, velvety register that sent an immediate shiver traveling down your spine.
"Baby... What are you doing?" He murmured softly, nudging your leg gently with his knee. "You're supposed to be paying attention to the movie."
The heat instantly rushed to your cheeks, a crimson flush spreading all the way to the tips of your ears. Being caught staring so shamelessly, especially with the scandalous, heavy direction your thoughts had just taken, left you momentarily speechless.
You swallowed hard, forcing your gaze away from the dangerous territory of his lap and darting your eyes nervously up to his face.
"Uhm..." You mumbled, your voice betraying a slight, nervous tremor. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, the surge of desire from a moment ago suddenly warring with your natural, deep-seated shyness. You looked up at him through your lashes. "Can I... move closer? I wanna cuddle."
Yunho’s smile softened even more, melting into something incredibly tender.
"You never have to ask to come closer, baby. Come here." He murmured, his deep voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket.
He shifted his large frame back against the cushions, lifting one of his arms to open up the space beside him, his sheer size making the invitation look incredibly inviting.
Hesitantly, but driven by that lingering, restless ache in your stomach, you shimmied across the couch cushions. The moment you were within reach, his large hand gently gripped your waist, effortlessly pulling you flush against his side.
The physical contrast between you was staggering. You felt completely and entirely engulfed by him. His broad chest was a solid wall of heat against your cheek and as you settled against him, his arms wrapping around you securely, one of his large hands tangling lazily in your hair, while the movie continued playing in the background.
Being wrapped so securely in Yunho's arms was overwhelming in the best way possible, your senses completely flooded by the scent of his cologne and the steady thumping of his heart against your ear.
For a few minutes, you tried to just lay there and be good. But driven by that heavy, unfamiliar warmth pooling in your stomach, your hand betrayed your usual shyness. You simply couldn't help yourself.
Slowly, your fingers unfurled against his abdomen. Through the thin, soft cotton of his black tank top, you could feel the firm, defined ridges of his stomach muscles. You began to stroke him gently, tracing the hard lines of his torso, your palm pressing flat to absorb the radiant heat of his skin beneath the fabric.
The boldness of your own action sent a jolt straight to your core. Your breath hitched, suddenly coming out in shallow, uneven pants and your teeth sank nervously into your lower lip as you continued the soft, entirely out-of-character caress.
Yunho noticed the immediate change in your breathing, his fingers suddenly pausing their soothing rhythm in your hair. He tilted his head down to look at you, his brow furrowing slightly with a mix of quiet curiosity and surprise.
"Baby? You okay?"
His voice was soft, laced with a deep concern that made your heart skip a beat. Shifting his weight, his massive hand moved from the back of your hair to gently cup your flushed cheek.
"Y-yes, baby." You stammered, swallowing hard as a fresh, fiery wave of heat flooded your cheeks. "Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, sweetheart." Yunho smiled gently, his sharp eyes immediately recognizing your shy, flustered behavior. He could feel how incredibly submissive you were acting, how unusually needy and desperate your small hand felt as it continued to rest against his stomach. "Just noticing you're behaving very... clingy today."
His large hand shifted, his rough thumb and forefinger carefully capturing your bottom lip, gently but firmly tugging the swollen flesh free from your teeth.
"Why are you biting your lip so hard, pretty girl?"
The way he was talking to you, the low, velvety register of his voice, the sudden use of that breathless nickname, the dark, intense way his eyes were locked onto yours, almost made a quiet whimper slip past your parted lips. Your breath grew noticeably heavier, your chest rising and falling rapidly against his side.
The heavy ache in your stomach flared into a burning, undeniable need. The tension was suffocating. You wanted him so desperately. You wanted to slide down from the couch, sink to your knees and suck him off so badly. You just wanted to be a good girl for him, to submit completely and make your perfect, patient boyfriend feel as incredibly good as possible.
His eyes darkened visibly, the warm brown turning almost entirely black as he watched the sudden, heavy shift in your expression. He didn't miss a single detail, not the way your breath hitched erratically in your chest, nor the subtle, desperate way your thighs pressed tight together beneath the folds of your clothes. The air between you felt suddenly charged, thick with an unspoken tension.
With a firm but incredibly gentle touch, he hooked his large index finger under your chin, tilting your head up and completely stripping away your ability to hide from him. He forced you to meet his unwavering, intense gaze.
"What are you thinking about, hm?" He murmured, voice dropping even lower, shedding its previous playful warmth for a register that was rough and intimate. His thumb continued its slow, mesmerizing sweep across your swollen lower lip.
"N-nothing, baby." You stammered, swallowing hard against the tight knot in your throat.
Unable to handle the sheer intensity of his stare any longer, you completely melted against him. You broke eye contact and ducked your head, burying your furiously blushing face deep into the crook of his neck. You nuzzled into his warm skin, seeking refuge, your hands gripping the soft fabric of his tank top as if anchoring yourself in a storm.
But Yunho knew you far too well. After two months of learning your every quirk, boundary and habit, he knew you were a terrible liar, especially when your natural, submissive tendencies kicked in this intensely. He could read the unspoken language of your body perfectly.
A low, knowing hum rumbled deep in his broad chest, vibrating pleasantly against your cheek where you were pressed into his neck.
"Mhm... pretty girl." He soothed, his tone softening back into a warm, heavy blanket of reassurance, though the dominant edge never left it. His large hand slid to the back of your head, his long fingers stroking slowly and rhythmically through your hair, while his other arm held you impossibly close, his hand rubbing wide, comforting circles across your lower back. He could feel every tiny, erratic vibration of your body against his massive frame. "You're trembling, sweetheart. You can tell me."
A soft, frustrated groan vibrated against the sensitive skin of his neck as you squeezed your eyes shut. The confession felt entirely too heavy on your tongue, your face burning so hot you thought you might melt right there.
"It's... it's embarrassing." You whispered, the words barely audible as you nuzzled even further into his warmth, desperately trying to hide from his piercing gaze.
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about with me." Yunho replied instantly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
He shifted his large frame, the movement adjusting your positioning so you were pulled even tighter against him. His massive hands, always so incredibly gentle despite their intimidating strength, slid slowly up from your waist, his long fingers splaying wide across your ribs to hold you securely.
"Do you need something, baby? Tell me." His voice was a warm, patient rumble that vibrated pleasantly against your chest. "Whatever it is..." He promised, his tone thick with devotion. "I'll take care of you."
You swallowed hard, trying to push past the thick, overwhelming knot of nerves in your throat. Gathering every single ounce of courage you possessed, you slowly pulled back from the absolute safety of his neck. You forced yourself to look at him properly, your chest heaving with shallow breaths as you met his eyes.
"I..." You started, but the single word just hung awkwardly in the heavy air between you, your voice immediately faltering under the weight of his dark, intense stare.
Yunho didn't rush you. He simply watched you intently, the deep affection in his eyes giving you all the space and quiet you needed to gather your thoughts. With agonizing tenderness, he reached up, his large hand completely cupping the side of your face. He carefully brushed a loose strand of hair away from your forehead, his thumb coming to rest against your burning cheek. His patience was infinite. He had spent the last two months learning the intricate map of your mind and he knew exactly how hard you were fighting your own shyness right now.
"Take your time, sweetheart." He murmured softly, his thumb sweeping back and forth in a slow, soothing rhythm over your cheekbone. His voice was a calm, steady anchor in the storm of your racing nerves. "I'm right here."
The words finally tumbled out before you could lose your nerve, your voice trembling and dropping until it was barely a fragile whisper.
"I... I wanna taste you, baby."
The confession hung in the dim living room, heavy and intoxicating. Once the dam broke, you simply couldn't stop.
"I wanna be a good girl for you. Make you feel so good." You breathed out, your chest heaving with soft, erratic pants. The sheer intensity of your own need was completely overwhelming, forcing you to subconsciously squeeze your thighs tight together in a desperate attempt to chase away the deep, hollow ache throbbing at your core. "Please, baby."
Yunho went entirely still. A sharp, audible hitch broke past his lips as his breath caught violently in his throat.
The transformation was instantaneous. Whatever remnants of the bubbly, gentle golden retriever were left instantly vanished, replaced entirely by something dark, hungry and dangerously dominant. His warm eyes darkened until they were almost pitch-black, completely blown out with a sudden, possessive desire. He had spent the last two months treating you like fragile glass, patiently learning your shy, quiet nature, so hearing his sweet, timid girlfriend openly beg to be a good girl for him completely shattered his careful restraint.
Slowly, deliberately, his large hand slid from your burning cheek. His long, calloused fingers trailed down your jawline before wrapping firmly around the back of your neck. It wasn't painful, not even close, but it was undeniably possessive, a heavy, anchoring grip that laid claim to you right there on the spot. His thumb pressed perfectly against the rapid, frantic fluttering of your pulse.
"You've been staring at me this whole time, haven't you?" He rasped. His voice was completely stripped of its usual smooth warmth, dropping into a low, incredibly husky register that vibrated straight through your bones and settled heavily in your stomach.
You couldn't look away from him if you tried. Trapped beautifully under his intense gaze and the firm, claiming grip on your neck, you melted completely into his hold.
"Yes." You breathed out, utterly mesmerized by the man in front of you. Your hands instinctively slid up to flatten against his broad, muscular chest, feeling the wild, heavy pounding of his heart beneath the black tank top. Your voice softened, laced with pure, unfiltered adoration. "You're so beautiful, Yuyu."
Yunho's breath caught audibly for a second time. Hearing that sweet, affectionate nickname slip past your lips, paired with such a raw, desperate confession, did incredible things to his ego.
He looked down at you, his broad chest rising and falling heavily beneath your small palms. The firm grip he had on the back of your neck gentled just a fraction, his thumb sweeping soothingly over the frantic beating of your pulse.
"Look at you... my shy, innocent baby." He murmured, the rough, husky timbre of his voice wrapping around you like a vice. He leaned down, pressing a profoundly tender, lingering kiss to the center of your forehead, offering a beautiful, dizzying contrast to the heavy, dominant energy rolling off his large frame. "Wanting to be on her knees for me?"
A helpless, high-pitched whimper tore from your throat. You couldn't even form a proper sentence. The sheer image his deep voice painted in your mind was too much to handle. You bit down fiercely on your lower lip, your eyes fluttering shut as you completely melted under his touch, a fresh, heavy wave of heat pooling in your core.
"Yes" You breathed out, the single word surrendering entirely to him.
Yunho’s gaze devoured your flushed face, his eyes flashing with a possessive, dark heat that made your breath stutter all over again. A low groan of approval rumbled in his chest as he slowly pulled back just enough to give you space, his hand sliding away from your neck.
"Then be a good girl and get between my legs." He commanded softly, shifting his massive frame back against the deep cushions of the couch, deliberately spreading his long, muscular legs wide open to create a space meant entirely for you. The movement pulled the soft grey fabric of his sweatpants taut, doing absolutely nothing to hide the thick, impressive bulge heavily resting beneath it. It was a glaring, intimidating visual of exactly how much you were affecting him, completely stealing the breath from your lungs.
Despite the dark, overwhelming hunger swimming in his eyes, his demeanor remained incredibly patient. He didn't rush you. Instead, he reached out, his large hands gently guiding your shoulders to help you slide down from the cushions, his deep voice melting into a steady, velvety hum of pure encouragement.
"Show me how much you want to please me, angel."
Without a single second of hesitation, your knees hit the soft rug. The sheer relief of finally giving in to your craving washed over you, overriding every last ounce of your natural shyness. You moved right into the space he had created for you, completely enclosed by his long, muscular legs.
Driven by pure instinct and that overwhelming need to please, you leaned forward. You pressed your flushed face directly against his thick bulge, nuzzling affectionately against the soft grey fabric just like a needy, touch-starved kitten desperately seeking warmth and approval.
A deep, incredibly guttural groan tore from his throat the absolute second you made contact. His broad shoulders visibly shuddered. Your immediate, unquestioning obedience was a massive rush for him. His large hands instantly abandoned their place on his lap, eagerly finding their way into your hair. His long fingers threaded deeply through the strands, gently gripping your scalp as he held you exactly where he wanted you.
"Good girl..." He breathed out, the praise rough and heavily saturated with desire. Completely involuntarily, his hips jerked forward, chasing the soft friction of your cheek and pressing his heavy heat even firmer against you.
As he moved, the true reality of the situation suddenly registered in your mind. The texture against your cheek... there were no layers. No thick waistband or extra cotton of boxer briefs. Just the dangerously thin, single layer of his sweatpants acting as a meager barrier between you and his bare skin.
You gasped softly, your breath ghosting hot through the fabric against his lap as your eyes widened in shock.
"B-baby?" You stuttered, your voice trembling with a mix of awe and pure scandal. "You're... you're not wearing boxers?"
A low, dark chuckle rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down to where you were pressed against him. His grip in your hair tightened just a fraction, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who was in control, sending a fresh spike of heat straight to your core.
"No, baby girl." He purred, the deep timbre of his voice laced with sinful amusement. "Just these sweatpants."
Because he was entirely bare underneath, the thin grey fabric was practically clinging to him, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You were given a terrifyingly clear, vivid outline of just how large he truly was. He was impossibly thick and heavy, the rigid, imposing length of him pressing flush against the soft material, radiating a feverish heat that burned against your skin. And right at the very peak, a small, dark, faint wet spot was already beginning to form, slowly staining the light grey fabric, undeniable visual proof of exactly how much your submissive attention was turning him on.
Yunho tilted his head back against the couch, looking down at you through half-lidded, incredibly dark eyes. A wicked, devastatingly hot smirk played on his beautiful lips as his thumb slowly stroked your cheekbone.
"You've been staring at this, hm?"
"N-no..." You stammered, the blatant, desperate lie completely failing to convince either of you as your face burned hot enough to rival the sun. A deep crimson flush spread uncontrollably across your cheeks and all the way down to your collarbones.
Yunho didn't buy it for a single second. A rich, incredibly soft laugh rumbled deep in his broad chest, the sound wrapping around you like a heavy, velvet blanket. He shifted his hand, his rough thumb sweeping affectionately over the burning apple of your flushed cheek.
"Liar." He murmured, his voice dripping with dark, fond amusement.
To emphasize his point, his hips suddenly rocked forward with deliberate intent. The slow, incredibly deliberate thrust pressed the thick, rigid head of his arousal directly against your parted lips. The ridiculously thin, already damp layer of his sweatpants was the only thing preventing skin-to-skin contact, making the intimate friction feel incredibly intense.
"You kept looking. I noticed, sweetheart." He breathed out, the teasing lilt in his voice morphing back into that heavy, intoxicating register. "My little innocent girl... being so completely naughty without even knowing it."
His fingers flexed, tightening their grip in the roots of your hair just enough to send a thrilling, electric jolt straight down your spine.
A helpless, muffled whimper vibrated against his lap. Completely overwhelmed by the intense heat and the sheer size of him pressing against your mouth, your hands instinctively flew down to his legs. Your small palms flattened against his massive thighs, your trembling fingers beginning to stroke and knead the solid, unyielding muscle beneath the grey cotton in a desperate, soothing rhythm.
"It's not my fault..." You whined softly, looking up at him through your lashes with a deep, frustrated pout, your swollen bottom lip jutting out adorably. "I can see everything when you wear these."
The sight of you kneeling perfectly between his legs, desperately shifting the blame onto his wardrobe while simultaneously stroking his thighs with such undeniable need, was almost too much for him to handle. Another dark, raspy chuckle escaped his lips. He found your defensive little pout absolutely devastating.
Underneath your small, delicate hands, his thighs felt like solid, unmovable marble. The way he was sitting and breathing caused the soft grey fabric to stretch impossibly tight over his impressive length, creating a glorious, terrifyingly defined silhouette of the very problem you were complaining about.
"Mmm... is that so?" He hummed, his deep voice vibrating with a thrilling mixture of heavy dominance and pure adoration.
His large hand gave a firm, deliberate tug on the thick handful of hair he held, easily coercing you to abandon your delicious resting place against his lap. He tilted your head all the way back, exposing the long, sensitive column of your throat and forcing you to look up and meet his dark, burning gaze from your vulnerable position on the floor.
"You wear them on purpose, don't you?" You whispered, your voice trembling as you kept your gaze locked with his. Your pout deepened, a mix of pure frustration and overwhelming desire. "You just... you wanna tease me."
A dangerous, incredibly wicked gleam flashed in his dark eyes, all traces of the sweet, innocent boyfriend vanishing completely. A slow, devastatingly arrogant smirk spread across his handsome face. He wasn't even going to try and deny it.
"Maybe..." He admitted without a single ounce of shame. "Does it work, baby? The way they show absolutely everything?"
To prove his point, his hips rolled forward again, a slow, agonizingly deliberate thrust that pressed the heavy, rigid outline of him right against the seam of your parted lips. The sheer heat radiating through the thin grey cotton was dizzying.
You swallowed hard, completely entirely defeated by him. You couldn't fight it anymore. Driven by a blind, desperate need to make him feel good, you parted your lips further and finally gave in.
Without waiting for him to strip the sweatpants away, you began to mouth at him right through the thin, damp fabric. Your hot breath seeped into the cotton as you tentatively opened your mouth over the broad head of his arousal, your tongue darting out to trace the thick, prominent outline of him through the material.
The absolute second the wet heat of your mouth enveloped him through the fabric, Yunho shattered.
A deep, ragged groan ripped from the bottom of his chest, the sound rough and entirely primal. He could feel every single desperate swipe of your tongue, the fabric clinging perfectly to his skin and amplifying the slick friction.
He completely abandoned any attempt at teasing or holding back. He simply let you take over, his body melting into the cushions completely at your mercy.
"Fuck... there you go." He rasped out, his voice thick and heavy with unadulterated pleasure. "There you go, good girl..."
His head fell heavily back against the backrest of the couch, exposing the thick column of his throat as his eyes fluttered completely shut. His chest heaved with shallow, erratic breaths, his large hand tightening reflexively in your hair to gently guide your frantic, desperate movements as you worked so eagerly to please him.
A soft, needy hum vibrated in the back of your throat as you pressed your face even harder against his aching heat. The friction of the damp fabric against your lips was maddening, but it wasn't enough. You were entirely consumed by the scent of him, the radiant warmth of his skin, and the desperate, overwhelming urge to finally taste him.
"Baby..." You whimpered against his lap, your hands gripping his thick thighs tight as you blindly chased the friction.
"Shhh... I know, sweetheart." Yunho soothed, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that washed over you.
His large hand remained a comforting, heavy weight on the back of your head, his long fingers gently tangling in your hair and stroking your scalp to ground you. He let you mouth at him for another agonizing moment before he spoke again.
"You're doing so well."
His head rolled forward, his dark eyes looking down at the beautiful, completely wrecked picture you painted kneeling between his legs. His broad chest heaved with shallow, uneven breaths, his heart hammering wildly beneath his ribs as he watched your flushed face press flush against his thick bulge.
"My needy girl..." He rasped, his thumb sweeping behind your ear. "What do you want, baby?"
Your breath hitched, the question wrapping around your fragile restraint and pulling it completely taut. You looked up at him through your lashes, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Take them off." You begged, your voice breathless and trembling with pure, unfiltered need. "Please."
But instead of granting your desperate plea, Yunho went entirely still. The indulgent, pliant boyfriend vanished, replaced by a wall of absolute, unyielding dominance.
"I'm not moving until you tell me exactly what you want to do, pretty girl." He commanded softly.
He kept his tone incredibly gentle, yet there was a dangerous, firm edge to it that left absolutely zero room for argument. His hand slid smoothly from the back of your hair down to your jawline, his long fingers hooking firmly under your chin. With a slow, deliberate pressure, he tilted your head up, completely severing your contact with his lap and forcing you to meet his intense, burning gaze.
"Be very specific." He whispered, his eyes dropping briefly to your thoroughly kissed, swollen lips before locking onto your eyes once again. "Use your words like a good girl."
"Wanna... wanna taste you, baby." You breathed out softly, the last of your resistance melting away as your face heated up entirely, burning a brilliant, furious red. "Wanna suck you off."
The absolute second the words left your lips, Yunho’s eyes darkened into a bottomless, hungry pitch. The raw submission in your voice was the exact undoing he had been waiting for. A ragged, heavy exhale punched out of his chest and without another word, he slowly lifted his hips off the cushion.
His large hands gripped the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing the thick cotton down just enough to finally free himself from the suffocating confinement. He sprang loose instantly, thick, unyielding and incredibly heavy against his thighs, the swollen tip already weeping thick drops of pre-cum in eager anticipation.
"There you go, baby girl." He rasped, his voice dropping an octave deeper as his hands returned to your hair, gently but firmly guiding your head back down to face him.
A sharp, audible gasp tore from your throat. Seeing the outline of him through the fabric was one thing, but seeing his bare length completely exposed in the dim light of the living room was something else entirely. He was way bigger than you had ever expected,so unbelievably thick and imposing. Pretty, flushed pink skin was wrapped tight around him, mapped heavily with thick veins that pulsed with his rapid heartbeat.
He was utterly flawless. So big, so hard, so beautiful. Just like the rest of him, everything about this man was absolute perfection.
Yunho immediately noticed your stunned awe. He watched as your pupils blew wide, completely swallowing your irises and your jaw practically dropped open.
A low hum vibrated deep in his throat.
"There's my pretty girl..." He murmured softly. His large hand slid down to tenderly stroke your flushed cheek, completely aware that you were short-circuiting right in front of him. "See something you like, sweetheart?"
A helpless, high-pitched whimper slipped past your parted lips. You completely surrendered to the moment, leaning heavily into the warm, comforting touch of his palm against your cheek, your eyes never leaving his magnificent length.
"Yes." You breathed out, your voice trembling with pure, unfiltered adoration. "So beautiful, Yuyu."
Yunho’s broad chest heaved as a violent shudder wrecked through his massive frame. Hearing you call him beautiful, looking up at him with such sweet, desperate devotion while kneeling submissively between his spread thighs, shattered the very last fragment of his composure.
"Go ahead then baby." He whispered, his voice incredibly rough and textured, entirely stripped of its usual playful warmth. His thumb slipped down from your cheek, gently pressing against your lower lip to coax your mouth open wider. "Taste me, angel."
Driven by a primal, burning need that completely eclipsed your shyness, you finally closed the distance. Your heart hammered a frantic, deafening rhythm against your ribs as you leaned in. The radiant heat coming off his bare skin was absolute fire against your face.
Tentatively, your tongue darted out, trembling as it made the very first agonizing contact. You dragged the wet, soft muscle slowly up the thick, veined underside of his shaft, right up to the flushed, heavy peak, delicately collecting the clear drop of pre-cum waiting for you there.
The absolute second your tongue swiped over his most sensitive spot, Yunho completely lost his mind.
His hips violently bucked off the couch, chasing your mouth with a desperate, involuntary thrust as a deep, guttural curse ripped from his throat. His head tipped entirely back, exposing the thick cords of his neck while his fingers clenched tight into the roots of your hair, anchoring you exactly where you belonged.
"Fuck... yes." He groaned, his voice completely raw and broken, his broad thighs trembling slightly under your hands. "Just like that, baby. Exactly like that."
The sudden, violent jerk of his hips took you by surprise, but the raw, unfiltered sound of his pleasure was an absolute drug. Hearing that deep, guttural groan completely obliterated any lingering trace of your hesitation. You were entirely consumed by the desperate need to draw more of those beautiful sounds from him.
You parted your lips wider, tilting your head to finally take him in. The sheer, intimidating size of him made it a slow, deliberate process. As the broad, flushed head of his shaft pushed past your teeth and pressed against your tongue, an overwhelming, incredible sense of fullness stretched your mouth. He was so thick that you could barely wrap your lips around him, but the challenge only fueled your determination.
Yunho hissed violently through his teeth, his entire massive frame going completely rigid the second your hot, slick heat enveloped him. His long fingers flexed, gripping the roots of your hair with a possessive strength that sent a thrill straight to your core.
Despite the wild, bucking instinct of his hips just moments prior, he forced himself to hold agonizingly still. He was fighting a brutal war with his own self-control, his broad chest heaving as he let you adjust to his massive size at your own pace.
"Fuck..." He breathed out, the word trembling on his lips. "Take your time, baby. I'm right here. You're doing so fucking good."
Encouraged by his heavy praise, you swallowed thickly, letting your head bob down just a fraction more. You swirled your tongue around the thick ridge of his tip, simultaneously applying a soft, desperate suction. The slick, wet sound of your mouth working against his skin echoed loudly in the quiet living room, a deeply filthy, beautiful noise that made the solid muscles of his thighs tremble violently beneath your small hands.
Yunho couldn't tear his eyes away from you. He looked down through heavy, half-lidded eyes, completely mesmerized by the devastating picture you painted. His sweet, painfully shy girlfriend was kneeling flawlessly between his spread legs, completely at his mercy. The way your cheeks hollowed out slightly with every eager pull of your mouth, the way your soft hands kneaded his thighs and the way your beautiful eyes gazed up at him through your lashes with such pure, unadulterated devotion, it was enough to make a lesser man completely lose his mind.
"That's it, pretty girl." He praised, his voice dropping into a broken, breathy rasp that washed over you like liquid gold. His thumb swept down to heavily trace the shell of your ear, grounding you in the intense sensation. "Take all of me, angel. Show me how much you love me."
You hummed against his hot skin, the vibration sending another violent shudder through his long legs. You slowly pulled back until he almost slipped past your lips, dragging your tongue along his sensitive underside one more time, before sinking back down, taking him just a little bit deeper than before.
The rhythm was tentative but incredibly eager. Every time your lips slid down his thick length, Yunho’s grip in your hair tightened, his hips involuntarily twitching upward to meet your mouth.
"God, baby... you feel so good." He groaned, his head falling back heavily against the couch once more. He surrendered entirely to your sweet, desperate efforts, his hands guiding your head in a slow, agonizingly perfect rhythm. "My good girl. My perfect, needy little girl. Don't stop."
A soft, muffled hum vibrated deep in your chest, fueled entirely by the heavy, intoxicating sound of his praise. The sheer desperation in his voice gave you a sudden rush of confidence. You didn't just want to make him feel good anymore. You wanted to completely ruin him. You wanted to give him a feeling he would never, ever forget.
Taking a slow breath through your nose, you deliberately relaxed your jaw. Carefully minding your teeth, you pushed past your own natural hesitation, letting your head slide down, down, down. You took him impossibly deeper, swallowing his impressive, intimidating length all the way to the very back of your throat, until your nose pressed flush against the warm, solid plane of his pelvic bone.
And you kept him there.
The absolute second you buried him completely, a ragged, completely broken moan tore from Yunho’s throat. It was a visceral, entirely unguarded sound that echoed loudly in the quiet room. His broad chest violently arched off the cushions, completely overwhelmed by the maddening sensation of being fully and tightly sheathed in your scalding warmth.
To add to his sweet torment, you swallowed eagerly around his thick girth, your throat muscles rhythmically tightening and relaxing in a desperate bid to taste him. At the same time, your small hand slid down from his thigh, your fingers reaching between his legs to gently, rhythmically knead his heavy, sensitive balls.
"Oh my god..."
The words punched out of him like a prayer. His head fell completely back over the edge of the couch, his eyes blindly staring up at the ceiling as his brain entirely short-circuited. His hips jerked upward in a sharp, involuntary thrust, completely unable to fight the primal instinct driving his body.
The combination of your warm throat swallowing around his thickest part and your soft hand working beneath him was absolutely lethal. It was too much. It was too perfect. This beautiful, incredibly shy girl who usually blushed at a simple compliment was currently devoting herself to him with such filthy, eager perfection.
A choked, desperate sound ripped from his chest, something perfectly caught between a sharp gasp and a helpless sob. All of his dominant composure completely shattered into pieces.
Yet, even in the absolute peak of his mind-numbing pleasure, his golden-retriever nature bled through. His large hands didn't push you down harder or grip you painfully. Instead, his long fingers simply threaded into your hair, his palms tenderly cupping the sides of your head with agonizing gentleness, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
"Ah... baby, baby-"
His voice was a raw, breathless plea, completely breaking in the middle. His solid hips bucked upward against your mouth again, a violent, involuntary spasm of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as his thick thighs trembled against your arms.
"Too much, sweetheart... fuck, it's too much."
A muffled, incredibly needy hum vibrated against his overly sensitive skin as you completely ignored his desperate, breathless state. Instead of slowing down, you tightened your throat and sucked even harder, fully aware that you had pushed him right to the absolute brink.
The combination of your soft hum vibrating against him, the relentless, tight suction and the agonizingly perfect pressure of your throat was the final strike. It completely shattered the last remaining fraction of his control.
A sudden, frantic instinct kicked in. He tried to pull his hips back, his broad chest heaving as he desperately tried to retreat. He didn't want to come in your mouth without warning, especially not with you taking him so incredibly deep. But your small hands firmly gripped his thick thighs, holding him flush against your face and completely refusing to let him escape.
The dam finally broke.
A sharp, involuntary choke escaped you as thick, heavy ropes of cum suddenly erupted, spilling violently against the very back of your throat. It was entirely overwhelming, completely flooding your senses. Yet, driven by that blind, burning devotion to please him, you refused to pull away. You squeezed your eyes shut, a soft, muffled moan vibrating against him as you tasted his musky, salty flavor for the very first time, bravely forcing yourself to swallow as much of him as you possibly could.
Yunho’s entire massive frame locked up rigidly. A deep, guttural roar of pure, unadulterated release ripped from his chest, echoing loudly off the walls of the living room. The thick, veined length of his arousal pulsed wildly, throbbing hard and heavy against your tongue as he shot down your throat in thick, desperate, endless spurts.
His large hands trembled violently in your hair, completely drained of their immense strength. He couldn't even form a coherent thought, completely paralyzed by the mind-numbing ecstasy. He watched you through a heavily blurred, hazy vision, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched his beautiful, shy girlfriend swallow, and swallow, and swallow, trying so incredibly bravely to take every single drop of him.
"Fuck... take it, baby." He choked out, his voice utterly wrecked, broken and heavily saturated with awe. His thumb weakly stroked your cheek, entirely mesmerized by your devotion. "Good girl."
"Mmmph..."
A soft, eager sound of agreement slipped past your lips as you swallowed down the heavy mouthful. As his frantic, violent pulses slowly began to subside into softer twitches, you still didn't pull away. Instead, you relaxed your jaw just a fraction and began to bob your head once again.
The rhythm was agonizingly slow and gentle this time. You dragged your wet tongue soothingly over his hypersensitive, flushed skin, tenderly cleaning up the messy aftermath and capturing every last stray drop. It was an act of pure, sweet adoration that provided a staggering contrast to the filthy, desperate way you had completely undone him only moments before.
Yunho completely melted into the cushions, his broad chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Every single muscle in his massive frame was still twitching from the sheer, blinding intensity of his release. When his dark, blown-out eyes finally managed to focus, they found you with a staggering mixture of profound awe and total disbelief. He could barely process it. His sweet, impossibly shy girlfriend had just taken him entirely down her throat, swallowed him whole and was now tenderly cleaning him up as if it were the most natural, beautiful thing in the world.
"Pretty girl..." He rasped, the words tumbling out of him in a completely wrecked, breathy exhale.
With a wet, incredibly filthy pop that echoed loudly in the quiet room, you finally pulled your mouth away. You lingered for just a second, pressing one last, profoundly soft and reverent kiss to the very tip of his flushed arousal, before trailing your lips down to press another gentle kiss to the heavily corded muscle of his thick thigh.
Yunho’s eyes fluttered closed at the sweet, worshipping touches, a long, shaky sigh leaving his parted lips. Slowly, you crawled up his massive frame, straddling his lap to bridge the distance between you. As you leaned in to press a series of soft, tentative kisses to his mouth, his large hands immediately reached up. His long fingers tenderly cupped your flushed cheeks, holding you steady as he pulled you in for a much deeper, demanding kiss. He tilted your head, his hot tongue sliding smoothly past your lips, desperately chasing the intoxicating, musky taste of his own release lingering on your tongue.
All of your remaining shyness completely evaporated in the intimate aftermath. You melted against his broad chest, returning the kiss with a messy, uninhibited fervor. It was incredibly sloppy, completely full of heat, deep tongue and slick spit as your mouths crashed together over and over again, completely desperate for each other.
One of his large hands slid from your cheek to firmly cup the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled you impossibly closer, drinking in every single sloppy, wet sound of your mouths moving together.
Eventually, completely breathless and dizzy, he broke the kiss just enough to let you both drag in oxygen. He didn't let you go far, keeping his large hands anchored protectively on you as he rested his forehead heavily against yours.
"My good girl..." He breathed out against your thoroughly swollen, slick lips, his voice thick with a heavy, unconditional devotion, his chest still rising and falling rapidly against yours. "My perfect, perfect girl."
You shifted slightly on his lap, your hands resting flat against the solid, rapidly beating warmth of his chest. The heavy, intoxicating haze of lust was slowly beginning to recede, leaving behind a profound vulnerability. Looking up at him through your lashes, a sudden wave of your usual, quiet shyness crept back in.
"Did I do good, baby?" You ask, your voice breathless and impossibly small.
Yunho’s heart absolutely melted at the question. It was staggering to him, the fact that you could be so unsure of yourself, seeking his approval even after completely reducing him to a trembling, mindless mess on his own couch.
He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was entirely different from the messy, desperate one before. This one was incredibly soft, slow and overwhelmingly sweet. When he finally pulled back, his large hands moved to completely cup your face, his thumbs resting gently on your cheeks. He made sure you were looking directly into his dark, endlessly fond eyes when he spoke.
"You did amazing, sweetheart." He murmured, his voice a warm, heavy rumble of pure sincerity. His thumbs began to slowly stroke the heated skin of your flushed cheeks. "So incredibly good for me..."
A soft, helpless sound, something close to a mewl, vibrated in the back of your throat. Completely melting under the weight of his heavy praise, you leaned your face deeply into the warm, calloused palm of his hand, seeking his comfort just like a touch-starved kitten.
A beautiful, blindingly bright smile broke across Yunho’s handsome face. The dark, dominant aura that had consumed him moments ago completely vanished, instantly replaced by his sunny, golden-retriever adoration. He absolutely worshipped the way you preened under his praise.
Unable to resist, he surged forward, showering your face in a flurry of tender, affectionate kisses. He pressed his soft lips to your forehead, the tip of your nose and both of your burning cheeks, treating you with the utmost reverence, as if you were the most fragile, precious thing in the entire world.
"My sweet, perfect girl." He murmured against your skin between kisses.
You let your eyes flutter shut, completely basking in the overwhelming warmth of his affection. After a moment, you peeked up at him, a soft, tired pout forming on your lips. "Can we cuddle now?"
"Absolutely, angel." He agreed instantly, his deep voice laced with immediate devotion.
With effortless strength, he adjusted his clothes before wrapping his massive arms securely around you. He shifted your positioning so that you were tucked entirely flush against his chest, completely engulfed by his imposing frame. Reaching over with one long arm, he grabbed the thick, fuzzy blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it tightly over the two of you, creating a warm, secluded little cocoon.
He blanketed you in a fresh wave of sweet kisses, pressing them into your hair and against your temple.
"My baby gets all the cuddles she wants." He hummed, his large hand settling between your shoulder blades and beginning to rub your back in slow, agonizingly soothing motions. "There's my good girl."
A soft, musical chuckle escaped you as you nuzzled your cheek against the soft cotton of his black tank top, feeling the steady thumping of his heart beneath your ear.
"You're spoiling me now." You teased quietly.
Yunho’s chest rumbled with a low, happy laugh. He tightened his arms around you, squeezing you affectionately as he pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.
"You deserve to be spoiled, baby girl." He murmured, his tone entirely serious despite the gentle, rhythmic strokes of his hand running up and down your spine. "Especially after how incredibly well you just took care of me." He nuzzled his face deep into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo, utterly content. "Besides... I love taking care of my pretty girl."
And before you knew it, you fell asleep in his arms, feeling loved, cherished and protected.
i have never been summoned so fast by a set of soobin photos
soobin has a minor major… problem. a little urge to cockwarm that shoves aside all of his other thoughts, always there, teasing, tantalizing, demanding attention to the point he’s not sure how else to fix it. except to give in. or try.
soobin, ‘m a little busy, you giggle a little, turning around to your tall, pouting boyfriend, who looks like he’s going to die of desperation any second now, peering at you through long, messy bangs, his tie undone and hanging around his neck, barely home for 2 seconds and he’s already trailing you like a lost puppy. and it’s not just a welcome home kiss he wants… not with the bulge in his pants. but it’s not his fault, not when he comes home after a long day and you’re cleaning your shared apartment, looking so perfectly pretty and domestic, oh fuck, soobin’s weak.
soobin couldn’t hide a boner if his life depended on it as you turn around, leaning the broom against a wall before leaning towards him on your tip toes, one quick kiss and soobin’s hands already find your waist, tugging you into him,, not even trying to hide how he’s already half hard in his pressed slacks, cute, awkward smile when you pull back, a little whine from him ‘cause one kiss isn’t enough! angel, please, his big hands not so subtly slipping under the waistband of your pajama pants, lazily trying to tug them down. ‘m not done cleaning yet, trying to be stern, but soobin’s disarming your weak defenses quickly, your hands pulling his out of your pants, making him whine in complaint.
i missed you so much, he mumbles, you’re killing me, baby. bringing your hand up to his heart shaped lips, sucking on the tip of your finger, lazy, half lidded eyes gazing down, just for a little bit? one hand on your waist, pressing you up against his bulge, god, he’s irresistible and he knows it.. so easy to always have his way, the corner of his lip tilting up. just cockwarming, okay?
mmph— n-needed this s’ much, doll, soobin’s breathy moan muffled by your hair, face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing uneven and panting, warm, wet folds sinking slowly ‘round his heavy cock, soobin’s so big, leaking tip drooling all over your insides, clenched around him tight. manspread on the couch as you straddle his lap, legs trembling at the stretch, he’s too impatient for foreplay when all he wants is to cockwarm!
and it feels like his personal heaven, slacks not even off and just unzipped, boxers shoved down clumsily enough to free his heavy cock, neat dress shirt crumpled beneath your fingers, tie dropped somewhere on the floor, poor big dick boyfriend couldn’t wait at all, could he? your arousal dripping all over his crotch, feeling him so deep inside of you, filled so full to the brim it makes you lose your senses, dizzy with the sweet, pleasuring sensation only soobin can give, arms wrapped around his neck. and it’s pure intimacy, his need to be buried in your sweet pussy, warm and it feels like love, stress evaporating as he settles, bottomed out and pressing sleepy kisses to your neck, breathing in your scent
—
oh, he’s so fucked. soobin’s not sure how long has passed, except that you’ve fallen asleep, somewhat drowsy from the comfort… and his dick is aching, heavy and leaking. his hands slipping beneath your thighs, breathily moaning as he thrusts in a little, wet, slick squelch of your juices soaking his crotch, pussy sucking him in deeper as he sloppily fucks your hole, so desperate for release, pure need for sweet relief… and its a little embarrassing how fast he cums, hot, milky seed filling you up inside as you whine at the sudden fullness, tummy bulging a little with his cum and cock, barely awake and milking him of every drop as he moans, hands clumsily pushing your hips down, sticky cum seeping out from your cunt all over his boxers… surely you don’t mind..?
girl i need to sleep fml this is so messy sorry lol will write smth better when i have brain cells
· best friends | fuckboy!chan x afab!reader
· summary - day in the life with Chan, your fuckboy bestie
· wc - 10ss
· cw - a lot of swearing. that's pretty much it, i think. (lmk if i missed something but i think that's it)
· a/n - i'll probably make this a series if i get bored enough. i have to be bored enough tho or it'll never happen. stay hydrated btw. (edit: it's a series now! here's part two)
╰┈➤ in which: wooyoung calls you while you’re out with your friends but hes home all by himself…. the poor thing uhuhuuu ㅠㅠ (that freak)
pairing: jung wooyoung x gf reader
˗ˏˋ wc: 532 >.o
contains : writing & texts, fluff, suggestive, wooyoung is a tease and annoying and embarrassing and cocky and horny, banter, bad dirty jokes, reader is sarcastic and maybe a little mean (it's with love ❤️) (dw he likes it), established relationship, mostly dialogue, reader is referred to as girlfriend and woman, implied switch wooyoung & reader, nicknames used - woo, beautiful, baby, lowercase intended <3
i want u so bad jung wooyoung pls hmu… 👅👅👅
9:42 PM
brrrring… brrrring…
[ INCOMING CALL - wooyo 💗🐈⬛ ]
you were enjoying a night with your friends at a local bar, but you sigh dramatically at your phone and lower your voice.
“hi, woo.”
“hiiii,” he drags out the syllable like a kid. “am i on speaker?”
“no… why? don't start being weird just ‘cause no one else can hear you,” you mutter, aware of his embarrassing track record.
“i would never!”
all men do is lie.
“yeah, yeah, what do you want?” you ask, rolling your eyes.
“why so hostile? i miss you.” this kiss-ass.
your friends laugh next to you and you sigh, suddenly fond.
“i’ll be home later, baby.”
“why not now, beautiful? i know you miss me too.”
“i’m gonna hang up,” you deadpan.
“nonono i’m sorry, don’t cut me off,” he says hurriedly and you can hear something like sheets shifting under him, like he's rolling onto his side.
“woo, i’ll be home in a bit, did you need me for something or are you just talking to talk?”
“oh, i need you alright…,” you can feel the grin on his face and the scoff in his voice.
“uh-huh. well, i’m gonna go. text me if you actually need anything.”
the red hang up button is millimeters from your fingertip when-
“wait wait wait! please, not yet,” he rushes, whiny and impatient.
“don't tell me you’re fucking jerking off.”
“what?! don’t say things like that, you’re so perverted…” he sounds oddly offended.
“i’m the perverted one?”
“well, yes.”
“sure.” annoyance sparks in your chest. can this guy get a grip…
“you know i’m not alone right now.”
“mhm.”
“everyone can hear my side of this.”
“mhm.”
“you’re doing this on purpose, aren't you?”
“maybe a little bit.”
there’s a pause. wooyoung makes a sound, and you get ticked off another degree, despite the way his soft voice feels in your ear.
“i just really want my girlfriend,” wooyoung pouts.
“did you lie to me when you said you weren't jerking off?”
“do you think i’m that shallow???... i’m not jerking off, i promise. kinda.”
“what the hell does that mean?”
“i just keep thinking about before you left, when you were being so nice, so good for me.”
“wooyoung.”
“you sounded so pretty. i’m so lucky to be your favorite stress relief.”
“you’re lucky i’m not there right now.”
…
he voice drops - just a little, ridiculously intimate and definitely too much for a phone call in a busy bar.
“so… when you get home…”
“you are so embarrassing,” you mutter as your cheeks turn a traitorous pink.
“what? i’m a yearner, i can't help it.”
“don’t say that, you’re just horny.”
“guilty as charged.”
“you’re not slick, wooyoung.”
“i don't know, i feel pretty slick.”
“oh my god, can you be normal for five seconds?”
“but you’re mad at me and you’re so beautiful and i bet you’re wearing that sexy outfit i like which is so fucking unfair because i can't even see y–”
beeeeep.
you hung up.
wooyoung sits speechless on the sheets, miles away, and scoffs with a grin and his dick hard in his sweatpants, an empty shot glass on the bedside table. he watches the call screen switch back to your messages and pokes his cheek with his tongue.
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lmk if you guys like this i enjoyed writing it, if u caught the reference ur a real one 👀
