CW: Oral (M receiving), p in v, submissive headspace, very soft boyfriend hours nothing crazy
Authors Note: I ran it through a grammar checker so apologize if there is grammatical issues.
Your knees ached, but you didn’t notice you could have been kneeling for minutes or hours; it didn’t matter to you. What mattered is you had your head on your boyfriend's thigh and his cock in your mouth. One of his big hands occasionally reaching down between rounds of whatever game he was playing with Jongho and Yeosang to pet your hair. A soft murmur of praise occasionally accompanies the hand, keeping you in the fuzzy headspace you loved so much.
With Yunho it was so easy to fall into this soft, safe, floaty feeling. He was such a good boyfriend and lover. He always knew when you needed what you both jokingly referred to as "head empty, no thoughts” time. The sounds of him talking into the mic, yelling directions, or groaning at occasional losses were part of the symphony that lulled you here. A hand softly settling on your cheek roused you from your quiet time. Blinking up at him with big doe eyes, trying to get your bearings once again. He smiled so softly; the sight of him like this, barefaced with soft fluffy hair lying across his forehead, so different from the perfect idol he's perceived as, never fails to make your heart race.
“We’re done playing for the night, baby," he says softly, trying to keep you relaxed and floaty, knowing after the day you had at work you weren’t ready to come back yet.
He gently pulls you off of his cock that had since softened from no stimulation for so long, cooing at the soft whine of protest you released. Gently helping you stand, rubbing your reddened knees to get some blood and circulation flowing again. He stands to his full height, stretching his hands up after sitting for so long before leaning down and kissing you so gently. He adored you in any form, but he loved how soft and submissive you were like this. It made his heart feel so full knowing you trusted him enough to let yourself be like this with him knowing he’ll take care of you. He gently guided you across the room towards the bed, stripping you of your pajamas that you had put on after your post-dinner shower.
Once he had you both settled into bed, he turned off the lights and spooned you from behind. Feeling his cock begin to fill out as it pressed into the bare behind, you gently pushed your hips back. He groaned softly into the soft skin on the back of your neck before nudging his cock between your thighs. He began to rock slowly, at a slow speed so as not to jostle you around too much. Your arousal was starting to leak, coating his length with every movement. Reaching down between your legs, you gently guide him to your hole, the head pushing in. He groaned loudly at the change in pressure and made sure to keep it slow so you could adjust to him. For the next few minutes, he slowly pushed further in as he rolled his hips, in absolutely no rush to finish. Eventually, he bottomed out, continuing his steady rocking pace. The only sounds in the room are both of your heavy breathing, soft groans, and the rustle of the sheets.
Eventually, after an unknown amount of time, not that it mattered to either of you, both came with quiet moans and stuttered hips. He gently pulled out, kissing your shoulders and neck before reaching blindly to the nightstand and cleaning you both up with tissues. Once the task was complete, he pulled you back into his chest, kissed your head, tucked the blankets around you, and followed you into slumber.
summary: in which you crave your boyfriend to use you
warning: hard dom yunho, sub reader, fingering, masturbation, throat fucking, oral, squirting
genre: smut
pairing: yunho x afab reader
word count: 3.6k
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The soft glow from Yunho’s setup spilled out into the hallway like a trap you walked into without meaning to and you weren’t even trying to look. You definitely weren’t trying to think about it again. But the second you passed his gaming room, you glanced in, just a quick, harmless look, and that was your first mistake.
Because there he was….. headset on, sleeves pushed up just enough, completely locked into whatever game he was playing. His voice was calm, focused, occasionally dipping into that low, amused tone he only used when he was streaming. And his hands…. God. That stupid intrusive thought was back making your stomach tighten as you slowed just slightly in the hallway, your eyes dragging over the way his fingers moved. Quick, precise and controlled. Like he knew exactly what he was doing at all times, never hesitating, never fumbling.
And all you could think about was the other day when you went out with Wooyoung and got drunk off margaritas at that new bar downtown. Your own drunken words haunting you…..
“Like… I want him to fuck my throat until I can’t even talk after.”
You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second now just thinking about it. Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying but so true. You opened your eyes back, gaze flickering towards Yunho again…. to his hands again. To the way his fingers flexed slightly as he clicked, the tendons shifting under his skin, controlled strength in every small movement.
Your lips parted as a quiet breath slipped out, your body betraying you in the smallest ways as that thought settled back in, heavier this time and more clearer.
“Guys, hold on….” Yunho’s voice pulled you out of it instantly.
You blinked, realizing you’d stopped completely in the doorway without even noticing. Great. Now you looked suspicious. You forced yourself to move again, stepping into the room like you hadn’t just been standing there spiraling in your own thoughts. “Hey,” you said casually, like your heart wasn’t suddenly beating a little too fast and you weren’t wet already at just the thought of…..
Yunho glanced at you, just briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips before his focus snapped back to the screen. “Hey, baby.” Normal. Everything was normal. A big fucking lie. You leaned lightly against the doorframe, arms crossing loosely as you watched him for a second longer than necessary. Trying to act like you weren’t hyper aware of everything, his voice, his posture, the way he shifted in his chair. Trying to ignore the fact that your mind was still very much stuck on wanting him as deep in your throat as he could go.
“Uh…” you started, then paused, forcing your tone to stay even. “How much longer are you gonna be streaming?” Yunho hummed, eyes still on the game. “Like… thirty? Maybe forty minutes? Why?”
Your stomach flipped. It wasn’t the question. It was how he asked it. Just… curious enough to make you feel seen. You shrugged, pushing yourself off the doorframe, pretending like it didn’t matter. “Just wondering.” But your voice came out softer than you meant it to and Yunho noticed. Of course he did. His movements slowed for just a second, barely noticeable unless you were watching him as closely as you were.
He leaned back slightly in his chair, adjusting his headset. “Chat, I’ll be right back,” he said calmly and your breath caught as his mic clicked off and his attention shifted completely. Slowly, he turned his head, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin feel a little too tight. “You okay?” he asked, voice quieter now.
You nodded too quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
He didn’t look convinced as his gaze dropped, just briefly, like he was picking up on something you hadn’t said out loud. “You sure?” And suddenly it felt like you were standing a little too close to the edge of something.
You tried not to look at him. That was step one. Eyes anywhere but his face, his mouth, his hands, because if you looked too long, you were going to lose whatever fragile grip you had on your composure and judging by the way your heart was already beating, that grip was hanging on by a thread.
You nodded, but it was weak. Unconvincing and useless. Your fingers curled into the hem of your shirt as you stared somewhere over his shoulder, anywhere but at him, your thoughts spinning too fast, your pulse loud in your ears as you could feel the words sitting right there, heavy on your tongue, threatening to spill whether you were ready or not.
“Iwantyouto….”
You swallowed, the words tangling together immediately, your voice coming out rushed, quiet, almost incoherent….
“iwantyoutofuckmythroat.”
The silence was thick and immediate. You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this exact moment. Why did you say it like that? Why did you say it at all? You chanced a glance back at your boyfriend and Yunho was just… sitting there, staring at you, brows slightly drawn together. Head tilted just enough to show he’d heard you but didn’t quite catch it. “What?”
Your soul left your body. “Nothing,” you said immediately, way too fast. Too defensive and way too obvious making his eyes narrow just slightly. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “no. You definitely said something.” You shook your head, already trying to step back, trying to physically retreat from the moment like you could rewind time if you just moved fast enough. “No, I didn’t, you probably just….”
He rolled forward in his chair, hand shooting out and catching your wrist. “Hey,” he said, quieter now and you stilled. “say it again.” Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. “No.”
His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, a grounding motion, but his gaze didn’t soften, not really. If anything, it sharpened. “You were just staring at me for five minutes,” he murmured, stepping a little closer. “Then you mumble something and try to run away?” Your face burned. “Yunho….”
“Say it again.” There was something different in his tone this time. Still gentle and still him but steadier. Lower. Like he wasn’t going to let you dodge it. Your throat felt dry suddenly, your eyes flicking anywhere but his as you shook your head again, weaker this time. “It was stupid.”
“I didn’t catch it.”
And that somehow made it worse. Because now you had a choice…. pretend it never happened. Or say it again properly this time. Your fingers tightened in his grip as you finally, slowly, looked down at him. “Say it again.” He repeated and you swallowed, lips pressing together as you shook your head once, weak and stubborn all at the same time. “It’s…. it’s dumb.”
“Then it won’t matter if you say it again.”
You huffed a small, breathless sound, more nervous than amused, your fingers curling slightly like you were debating pulling away, except you didn’t. Couldn’t. Because some part of you didn’t actually want to. Because you wanted this. Your shoulders dropped just a little as you let out a quiet breath, eyes avoiding his again, voice dropping lower. “I want you to….” You hesitated for just a second and then forced it out before you could stop yourself. “I want you to fuck my throat.”
The words hung there as your chest rose and fell a little too fast as soon as it was out, like your body didn’t quite know what to do with the fact that you’d actually admitted it.
His grip shifted, thumb brushing slowly over your wrist, like he was grounding himself this time instead of you. “Yeah?” he murmured as you finally glanced back down at him. And immediately wished you hadn’t. Because the way he was looking at you now…. that soft, easy gentleness he always had with you? It was still there but it wasn’t leading anymore. “You’ve been thinking about that?” he asked quietly.
Your lips parted, but no sound came out at first, so you just nodded and Yunho exhaled softly, like he was settling into something he’s been holding back, before letting your wrist go and standing up, chair sliding back behind him, forgotten, and the space between you suddenly feeling too small, too charged.
His hand comes up to your chin, fingers tilting your face upward, firm enough that you don’t have the option of looking away anymore. “Look at me,” he murmurs and you do. Your breath stutters the second your eyes meet his again, looking up as he looks down at you, studying you for a second. “You sure?” he asks, quieter this time. There’s no teasing in it. No pressure. Just a question that actually matters.
Your throat feels dry, but you nod anyway and his gaze lingers for a beat longer, searching, confirming, then something in his expression settles. Decision made as his thumb brushes lightly across your lower lip, slow enough that it pulls your attention there without effort, your breath catching again as your body reacts before your mind can.
“Open,” he says. It’s not harsh. But it’s not soft either. It’s… direct. You hesitate for the smallest fraction of a second, more from nerves than anything else, then do as he says and the shift in his focus when you listen… God. It hits you harder than you expected as his fingers move again, slow at first, measured, testing more than taking, before the motion deepens just enough to make your breath hitch, your body reacting instinctively to the unfamiliar intensity as he skips two of his fingers into your mouth.
Your hands twitch at your sides, unsure where to go, eyes fluttering for a second as the moment stretches, his fingers moving farther until you feel them tickling at your gag reflex and the smallest change in your breathing makes his brows knit just slightly, his hand easing back a fraction, his thumb brushing your lip again as you instinctively pull in a breath.
“Hey…” he murmurs, quieter now and your eyes open fully again, meeting his, a little dazed, a little overwhelmed but not pulling away. And he sees that, hand slipping back completely, fingers retreating slowly, the loss of contact almost as noticeable as the contact itself. For a second, neither of you move. The air between you feels heavier now.
Your lips part slightly as you catch your breath, your chest rising and falling a little too fast and Yunho just… looks at you with that same steady intensity still there but softened just enough now to check in as his thumb keeps brushing your bottom lip. “Still with me?”
You nod even if your voice might not cooperate right now and a faint, almost satisfied exhale leaves him at that, his hand finally dropping from your face but his gaze doesn’t leave yours. “Get on your knees.”
Something in his voice, the dominance leaking out, the tone deeper, more commanding than you ever heard him before, has you dropping before him without blinking, knees pressing into the soft carpet of the bedroom floor, heart pounding with anticipation. Your eyes lock onto his, wide and pleading as he stands tall above you, broad frame casting a shadow, a smirk curling his lips as he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, his gaze stays locked on you as he shoves them down his legs, dick already hardening, veins pulsing along his length but he doesn't rush, instead, he steps closer, reaching down with two fingers. "Open wide, baby," he commands, voice low and firm.
Your lips part obediently, tongue extending out as you tilt your head back and slides his fingers once again past your lips, over your tongue, pushing deeper. You feel them hit the back of your throat this time and he doesn't stop there, thrusting further until they lodge deep, triggering your gag reflex more than he had before. Your throat convulses around his fingers, saliva pooling and dripping from the corners of your mouth as you choke, eyes watering instantly, gagging sounds filling the air, wet and guttural as your body jerks slightly.
"That's it," Yunho growls, holding his fingers buried to the knuckles, twisting them slightly to stretch your throat. "Feel that? Right there in the back. That's exactly where my dick is gonna go. You're gonna take every inch down here, choking just like this for me." He pulls back an inch, then shoves them in again, making you gag harder, tears streaming down your cheeks, hands gripping his thighs for support, nails digging into his skin as he finger fucks your throat slowly, drawing out each gag, each sputter of spit. He watches your face intently, loving the way your body fights the intrusion yet craves more.
Minutes pass like this, him dragging it out, alternating between deep probes that make your vision blur and shallow strokes that tease your tongue. Your throat burns, raw and slick with your own saliva, but the ache only fuels your arousal, pussy clenching emptily between your thighs until he finally withdraws his fingers with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them to your swollen lips.
You gasp for air, coughing lightly, but he grabs your jaw, tilting your face up. "Good girl. Now stick out that tongue." You obey instantly again, flattening your tongue out and Yunho grips himself, thick, heavy, tip glistening with pre cum and taps it against your tongue. Once. Twice. The weight of it smacking wetly as he drags the underside along, painting your lips and tongue with his pre cum, then taps the tip right at the center, making it bob. "Taste me," he orders. "Get it nice and wet before I fuck this pretty mouth."
Your tongue swirls instinctively, lapping at the head, savoring the taste of him as he continues tapping, light at first, then firmer, the impacts sending jolts through your jaw as he smears his dick across your cheeks, your chin, marking you and making your core throb, wetness soaking your thighs, but you stay still on your knees, waiting for his lead. For his command.
"Suck the tip," he says, voice gravelly, still commanding as you wrap your lips around it, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently, tongue flicking the slit and he groans low, threading his fingers into your hair but not pulling yet as he rocks his hips forward inch by inch, letting you adjust, your mouth stretching around him. He starts slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling out until just the tip rests on your tongue, then pushing back in, deeper each time.
Your throat relaxes but still clenches as he nears the back. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs, one hand cupping your cheek possessively. You do, nostrils flaring, focusing on the rhythm. In... out... in... deeper. His dick hits the entrance to your throat, and you gag softly, but he pauses, letting you swallow around him. “Relax…. and take it." he surges forward, bottoming out, balls pressing against your chin, dick fully sheathed in your throat, bulging it visibly.
You choke hard, throat spasming wildly around him, tears flowing freely now as he holds there, grinding slightly, letting you feel the full invasion of him. "Fuck…. look at you….” The sight of you stuffed full has him start fucking your mouth in earnest, but not rushed, long, drawn out strokes that pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust bottoms out, your gags turning into continuous wet chokes and gurgles, spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth, cascading down your neck and onto your shirt.
His grip tightens in your hair, controlling the pace, angling your head perfectly. "Choke on it. Gag for me. I want to hear how much you love this." Your world narrows to the relentless piston of his dick in your throat, the burn in your jaw, the ache in your stretched lips. Every plunge triggers fresh waves of gagging, your body heaving, but you don't pull away, you lean into it, hands braced on his thighs as he fucks deeper, faster, hips snapping with controlled power. "Touch yourself," he suddenly commands, voice strained with pleasure. "Finger that wet pussy while I use your throat. Do it now."
Your hand flies between your legs, shoving into your shorts, pushing aside your soaked panties, two fingers plunge into your dripping pussy, the sudden fullness making you moan around him, a muffled vibration that makes him his as you pump your fingers in time with his thrusts, curling to reach and hit your g spot, thumb circling your swollen clit…..
Overwhelmed, sensations crash over you, his dick ravaging your throat, choking off your air in bursts, your fingers squelching in your pussy, walls clenching greedily, the sounds of you making yourself squirt echoing loudly. He doesn't let up, pounding your mouth with wet, obscene thrusts, dick gliding through rivers of spit, balls smacking your chin. "Deeper with those fingers. Fuck yourself like you mean it." You add a third finger, stretching your pussy wide, thrusting frantically as your orgasm builds and your throat convulses nonstop around him, gagging louder, body trembling on the edge.
The pressure coils tight, his dick blocking your screams, your fingers buried knuckle deep, grinding against your g spot and you shatter, coming hard with a raw, muffled scream vibrating down his shaft, pussy spasming wildly around your fingers, juices squirting onto your hand and the floor, thighs quaking as waves rip through you as his dick stays lodged deep, choking your cries into desperate hums.
Yunho groans at the sensation, your cries and moans milking his dick with your throat's contractions. "Fuck, that's it…. come for me while I fuck your face." He doesn't stop, hips pistoning even harder now, chasing his release, hands clamping onto your head, fingers digging into your scalp, holding you immobile as he uses your throat like a tight sleeve. Thrust after brutal thrust, faster, deeper, your gags turn to whimpers, exhausted but blissful as your fingers stay inside your pussy, clenching yourself as his rhythm falters, breaths ragged. "Gonna fill this throat…. make you swallow every drop…..”
With a final, savage thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, dick pulsing as he erupts straight down your throat, rope after thick rope of his release floods you, forcing you to gulp convulsively around him, milking him dry as he holds you there through it all, grinding until the last spurt, your nose pressed to his pelvis, lungs burning as he finally pulls out slowly, dick slick and softening only a little with a trail of cum and spit connecting to your lips.
You cough, gasping for air, throat raw and voice hoarse, but a satisfied smile spreads across your face as you lick your lips clean and pull your fingers out of yourself, Yunho grabbing your hand and bringing it up as he leans down and sucks your soaked fingers into his mouth, other hand stroking your hair gently now, thumb wiping a tear from your cheek as he sucks your fingers clean. “You took it so well." He doesn’t let your hand go, gripping it as he helps you up, pulling you into his chest.
He lets out a slow breath against your hair, hand resting warm at the back of your head, fingers threading through gently now, so different from the intensity just moments ago it almost makes you laugh. Your voice is wrecked, barely there, but the smirk that tugs at your lips is very much alive. “You’re so annoying,” you rasp lightly, pulling back just enough to look up at him and he huffs a quiet laugh, thumb brushing once more under your eye, softer now, grounding again. “I’m annoying?” he repeats, brows lifting like he’s genuinely offended.
You nod, even though it’s small, your hands resting against his chest as you steady yourself. “Yeah. You could’ve….” your voice cracks a little and you wince, clearing your throat, “you could’ve done that sooner.” That gets him. His lips part slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that answer at all, a quiet, surprised laugh slipping out of him as his grip tightens just a little at your waist. “Oh, I could’ve?” he murmurs, amusement curling into his tone as you tilt your head, giving him a look despite how wrecked you feel. “Mhm….. didn’t know my boyfriend had that whole, here, gag on it, thing in him.”
Yunho chokes, a short, startled sound caught in his throat as his head drops forward for a second, laughter breaking out of him in disbelief. “Hey…” he starts, voice half laughing, half warning, but there’s no real bite to it. His ears are a little red now, the composure he had earlier slipping just enough to make your smile widen. “Oh my god, don’t act shy now,” you tease, nudging lightly at his chest. “Where was that energy a minute ago?”
He exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head as his hands settle more firmly on your hips, pulling you back in like he doesn’t trust you to stay put otherwise. “You are not….” he pauses, trying to regain control of the moment, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching. “You do not get to say that after…”
“After what?” you interrupt, tilting your head innocently and he just stares at you for a second before he huffs, forehead dropping to yours. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters.
But there’s no frustration in it. Just warmth. Just that soft, steady affection threading back through everything now that the intensity has settled and your smile softens too, your fingers curling lightly into his shirt as you lean into him again, both of you still catching your breath in the quiet that follows. “You loved it.”
He doesn’t even hesitate, voice low, certain and still a little breathless
Ok I am willing to beg because I think Hurt/Comfort prompt 5 (“I’m not leaving”) with Wooyoung from Ateez might actually heal something in me 🙏
Wooyoung x GN!Reader || "I'm here, I'm not leaving."
Prompt 5|Hurt/Comfort
When you start burning yourself out trying to keep up with Wooyoung’s relentless drive, he finally stops you long enough to remind you that love is not a race and he is not going anywhere.
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Wooyoung never stops moving.
That is the first thing you notice when the thought begins to rot at the back of your mind.
Even on days off, he is pacing the apartment in socks, stretching between bites of breakfast, checking schedules he already knows by heart. He talks with his hands, with his whole body, like stillness might swallow him if he lets it. He laughs loud, works harder, sleeps lighter than anyone you know.
Two years together and you still sometimes feel like you are watching a storm from the inside.
You love him for it. You really do. His drive, his hunger, the way he wants more from life without apology. Watching him succeed feels like standing too close to the sun. Warm. Bright. Impossible not to look at.
But lately, it has started to feel like a measuring stick.
You begin waking up earlier. Not because you want to, but because he already has. You add things to your day that do not belong there. Classes you do not enjoy. Goals that feel borrowed. You make lists and lists and lists, crossing things off just to feel worthy of rest.
You stop lingering. Stop daydreaming. Stop doing things slowly, the way you always have.
You tell yourself it is growth.
But it feels more like erasure.
Wooyoung notices in pieces.
You cancel plans that used to make you happy. You apologize for resting. You talk about being “behind” when there was never a race. You flinch when he asks what you did today, like the answer is a test you might fail.
At first he jokes. Then he nudges. Then he asks.
“Why are you being so hard on yourself lately?”
You shrug him off. Say you are just trying to improve. Say it casually enough that it almost sounds true.
But Wooyoung has never been good at letting things go when they matter.
It comes out one night when you are half distracted, laptop open, notes scattered across the table. He stands in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes soft but sharp.
“When was the last time you actually rested?”
You do not look up. “I rest.”
“You sleep,” he says. “That is not the same.”
You sigh, frustrated. “Why are you interrogating me?”
“Because you look like you are running from something,” he answers. “And I think it might be me.”
That gets you.
You snap your laptop shut so hard it makes him flinch.
“I just need to keep up,” you say, voice already shaking. “Do you have any idea what it feels like watching you constantly move forward? Watching you succeed and grow and become more and more… everything?”
He opens his mouth, but you keep going.
“I feel like if I slow down, you will outgrow me. Like one day you will look back and realize I am still standing where I started. I cannot be the weak link. I cannot be the one who gets left behind.”
The words come out ugly and desperate and honest in a way that scares you.
For a second, Wooyoung just stares.
Then he crosses the room in two steps and crouches in front of you, hands gentle but firm on your knees, forcing you to look at him.
“Hey,” he says, quieter than you have ever heard him. “No.”
You laugh weakly. “That is easy for you to say.”
“No,” he repeats. “Listen to me.”
His thumbs rub slow circles into your skin, grounding, steady.
“You are not behind. You are not less. And you are not supposed to look like me. I move like this because it is how I survive. Not because it is better.”
You swallow.
“I fell in love with you because you move differently,” he continues. “Because you notice things I miss. Because you know how to stop. Because you exist without turning everything into a battle.”
Your eyes burn.
“I am here,” he says, forehead resting against yours. “I am not leaving. Not because you achieve something. Not because you keep up. I chose you as you are, not as a project.”
Your breath breaks.
He pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around you like a promise, like an anchor.
“Please,” he murmurs into your hair. “Do not hurt yourself trying to become someone I never asked for.”
You cry then. Quiet, shaking, relieved.
And for the first time in weeks, you let yourself be still while Wooyoung holds you and stays.
a/n: back again with a yunho oneshot inspired by this video… we know yunho is possessive of his hotteoks 🥰 Please check out my masterlist. thank you to everyone that reads my stuff 🥹🖤
Special thank you to my friends who did some proofreading and helped me edit (i will tag them if they want!)
Synopsis: You make Yunho jealous, he reminds you who you belong to.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut with little plot. car sex. Dom!Yunho, he’s a little mean but nothing too horrible, ownership words used (mine, yours, you belong to me, etc.) overstimulation, orgasm denial, headpusher!yunho, everything is consensual (ALWAYS), let me know if i missed anything major!
Yunho was getting jealous.
You could sense it without needing to look at him. It only made you want to ignore him harder. You laughed at something Mingi said, louder than it was funny, even though it was funny. Your hand came up to slap at his forearm playfully. Your head falling back, eyes shutting, you were putting on a real show. Your target audience was locked in. You could feel his eyes burning holes through you, watching. Calculating. Plotting. You knew this would work out in your favor later, you knew he’d put you through the mattress to remind you exactly where you belong. Who you belong with. It only stoked the fire more. You liked to get him so jealous he couldn’t function properly.
It wasn’t hard. You knew which buttons to press. How to flirt just enough to piss him off. How to move and dance when he wasn’t with you on the dance floor. You played this game every once in a while, getting him to the point of no return. You liked to have him there, sometimes.
The dress you were wearing sat just above your knees, the front cut a little too low for his liking, yet he liked it.
“That?” he asked earlier in the night, before you left the apartment.
You nodded innocently, “you don’t like it?” Your head tilted to the side, a pout forming on your lips. He shook his head quickly, his hands finding your hips.
“You look beautiful,” he hummed. “I just know that everyone won’t be able to keep their eyes off you.”
You giggled, “that’s okay though. They know I’m yours.” He looked at you skeptically but nodded.
“Mine,” he confirmed.
You let your palm linger on Mingi’s bicep a little longer than before, letting your fingers slide down slowly as you giggle at something else he says. Then, you catch a glimpse of him in your peripheral vision. When your eyes find his, he doesn’t hide the fact that you caught him. He doesn’t shy away or avert his eyes. No, he stares you down. You watch his jaw clench and set, lips pressing into a hard line, nearly a frown. You catch his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. You feel your body starting to burn from his gaze, eyes dark, the warmth from them gone. He was there. Right where you wanted him. You offer him a smirk and turn away, back into the conversation with Mingi.
Like a magnet being drawn to you, you can feel him cross the dancefloor. Cool and calm as one of his big hands is placed on your lower back. Right on time.
“Hey man,” Mingi smiles and waves to Yunho.
“We’re going to head out,” Yunho said, calm and collected. Like he wasn’t boiling beneath his skin. Like the warmth from his palm wasn’t pressing into your lower back. You turn to face him, his eyes on you. He looks less angry as he did a few minutes ago, a good actor. He just stares down at you, his lips are pressed shut, he’s almost smiling but not quite. His hand runs up your back, down your arm. You pull away, and you catch his lip twitch. You lean away and toward Mingi.
“Oh,” you frown and then pout. “So soon?” you widen your eyes looking up at him. Your hand runs up mingi’s arm, “Mingi was just telling the funniest—“
“We’re leaving,” he says, his tone firm and final. His eyes stay locked on you, not even glancing at Mingi as you pout more.
“Just a little longer…” you whine, “I want to hear the end of his story.”
“Y/N,” his voice is deeper now, almost like he’s scolding you.
“Just a little longer,” you snap, and you catch it again. His lips twitch, you don’t have to look down to know he’s flexing his hands, balling them into fists. You almost smirk, but hold back watching as his jaw clenches visibly again. If anyone else in the world could notice it, it would be his best friend, Mingi.
“I can totally tell you another time,” he says quickly. Your eyes find him. Coward. You think to yourself, turning your attention back to Yunho.
“No fun,” you groan, watching as Mingi waves you off and slowly slips into the crowd. You roll your eyes at Yunho, “I need to say goodbye to people,” you snap glaring at him, his lip twitches at your attitude again, and that only makes your stomach flip. You pretend it doesn’t affect you, turning away from him, but as fast as you do his hand reaches for your wrist tightening around it pulling you back toward him. He leans in, looking around to see if anyone’s watching, no one is.
“Make it quick,” he’s not asking, he’s demanding. You glare at him again, not because you're mad, but to keep pushing. Just to annoy him.
“We’ll see...” you say. He lets out a breath of air, through his nose, rolling his eyes, his lips pressed into a hard line. Completely unamused.
“You’ll only make it harder on yourself later.” You raise your eyebrows and scowl up at him.
“Oh, baby. You know how I like it,” you whisper, and roll your eyes again, yanking your arm from him. Your stomach begins to erupt with butterflies as he stares you down again. You know he’s going to break. No one else at that party could see the storm raging inside of him but you could. A part of you wants to be quick, let him get you home, let him go off on you. The other part of you wants to keep pushing.
So you push a bit more.
You talk to his friends and laugh and stare at him as you say your goodbyes, letting time tick on by. You laugh like you don’t know Yunho may not let you into the car before showing you how tense he is. Like he’s not a step away from taking you in front of the entire room of people. Like he’s not ready to tear that dress off you right now. You let him guide you all the way out, his hand on the small of your back, guiding you closer to the exit. He opens the car’s door for you, lets you slip inside before closing it and walking to his side. Your heart beats fast with anticipation as he gets into the driver's seat.
“Seatbelt,” he says, leaning over you, grabbing the seatbelt himself, and pulling it over you to buckle it into place. Your body is littered with goosebumps as his knuckles graze over your thighs. He pulls away, and then starts to drive. One hand finding your thigh, a place he always liked to rest his palm on. The heat of him is already starting to drive you crazy.
After some quiet time, you speak up and ask, “why’d you want to leave so early?” feigning innocence. He glares over at you. You shrug, acting like you don’t know. “Were you really that jealous of Mingi?”
“Why would I be jealous of him?” he asks in a deep, firm voice. His fingers gently run over your thigh, fingertips just grazing your skin.
“You seem a little jealous,” you sing. “Ah—“ Yunho suddenly grips your thigh tighter than before, his long fingers digging into your skin as he slides his hand higher.
“Mmm…” he sighs, “why would I be jealous of him, when I know I can have you any way I want to, anytime I want to?” His hand is close to your heat, the fabric of your underwear. His fingers simply graze over the fabric, and he hums again when he can feel how wet you are through it. “Isn’t that right?”
You really don’t have to answer, he knows he’s right. You know he’s right. He presses his fingers against the fabric against your pussy, just teasing you. Your breath hitches as he slowly stokes his finger up and presses into your clit with focused pressure. A whimper leaves your mouth louder than you expect it too, giving you away. You bite your bottom lip to try and mask it. But your body betrays you, your hips shifting forward, your thighs opening wider for him. “Isn’t that right, angel?” he hums the question like he doesn’t know, “I want to hear you say it.”
You nod, your facade instantly over as you feel him pull your underwear to the side, roughly tearing at it to give himself room. His middle finger finds your clit, beginning to slowly roll over the sensitive bud. You inch closer, spreading your legs further. Easily folding for him. “Y-Yes,” you murmur.
“You make it too easy,” he hums. “You think it’s funny to play these little games like I don’t own you.” You whimper at his words, and he slips two fingers into you suddenly, he groans at how wet you are and how tight you feel wrapped around his fingers. “Like you’re not spreading your legs for me without me having to ask…” You can’t hold back the moan that rips from your throat as he curls his fingers into you. One of your hands finds his forearm, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. Your other hand is curled into the seat beneath you, holding on as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Who do you belong to?” he asks, casually. It rolls off his tongue and you shudder when he buries his fingers into you even further. “Use that pretty mouth.”
“Y-you,” you moan, and he chuckles, pumping his fingers faster, pressing his palm into your clit as you hear how wet you are. “I belong to you…” You melt into the seat as he keeps his pace steady and hard into you.
“So fucking wet for me… you’re going to make a fucking mess all over that seat for me,” he hums, pumping harder, your stomach tightening as he works you. You moan, your breath catching as he keeps going. “This pussy belongs to me,” he growls, as you clench around his fingers your thighs threatening to pull together as your body trembles.
“Fuck… yes,” you groan, your body starting to shake uncontrollably. You can feel it, your orgasm right in reach, almost there.
“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” he asks and you nod.
“Mhm,” you moan, he presses his palm into your clit. You can feel it building ready to spill over. Your eyes clenched shut as your head falls back into the seat.
“I don’t think you deserve to,” he hums, and suddenly he pulls from you, leaving you gasping and whining as you shudder. Your body flushed with heat as you start to panic at the loss of contact.
“Yunho…” you whine, flustered and confused. He chuckles, and he starts to pull the car over off to the side of the road and away from where anyone could see.
“I told you, you were making it harder for yourself later. You don’t listen,” he snarks, and you hate how it just turns you on. “Come over here,” he says, and you immediately obey, moving toward him, his hand coming up and curling into the hair at the bottom of your neck. You’re leaning over the console when he firmly moves your head into his, his lips kissing yours slowly. You sigh into his mouth, one of your hands dipping to his thigh as he kisses you. Your hand moving up to his cock. He’s hard. You roll your palm over the bulge in his pants over the fabric his hold in your hair tightening as his breathing hitches. He pulls you back just inches from his lips. “That’s what you do to me. You’re gonna fix that…” he murmurs his lips still against your lips. His tongue sweeps out to pass over your lips and your mouth opens and lets a whine for him. “Take it out.”
You obey again, his eyes on you as your hands work to unbutton the pants he had on, unzipping and reaching beneath the fabric to grab him. He shifts to help you get his pants down just to his thighs, your hand wrapping around him like instinct. He locks his eyes on yours as you start to stroke him, biting your bottom lip as you feel his precum leaking from his tip. “Look at you,” he hums, “practically drooling to get your mouth around my cock. No one else can have you like that. Only me.” You nod, eagerly. Your mouth was watering, you needed to feel him in you somehow. He firmly pulls your hair tilting your head back just a few inches more, making you whimper. “Words. Use them.” He sterns.
“Yes,” you whine.
He hums, but he has a look in his eyes that says something else. He sighs, “that’s all?” He pouts, his eyebrows furrowing, “you had so much to say to Mingi. So much to say about leaving… For someone that belongs to me…”
“I- I do belong to you,” you manage, your thighs clenching together, you can feel yourself dripping down your leg. You need him, friction, something.
“Mmm,” he nods, “That’s right. That mouth is mine. I’m going to use it. Remember your three tap rule.” Before you can finish nodding, he’s pushing you down, your mouth opening as he presses you down onto his erection. A sound attempts to leave your throat, but is interrupted by his cock. You don't have time to adjust to the stretch or the length of him and you try your best to keep yourself from falling off the seat you were kneeling on. You can’t bob or move on your own with his hand on your head, so you use your tongue to glide over him and hollow your cheeks to suck on him when he pulls you up halfway. He lets out a strangled moan, slowly pushing you until you gag on him. You don’t even try to pull back, you let your mouth salivate and your throat constrict around him. You breathe through your nose and take what he gives you. He lets a whimpering moan escape his own lips and you’re left to imagine what his face looks like. “Good girl,” he hums, guiding your head to bob on him. Your eyes water as he pushes you back down, holding you in place as his breathing turns rugged. You moan around him, your fingers digging into his thigh.
Relief fills you as he guides your head back off him, leaving you to suck off him audibly. You tilt your head up to look at him, his eyes dark and chest heaving. He bites his bottom lip, as spit drips from yours. He gives you a second or two to really breathe before he’s pushing your head back onto him. His hand guides you to bob your head on him until you’re gagging around him. He's in control and you let him be. You let him know by moaning around him again, your tongue working him as you suck around him and take him far back into your throat. His moans are getting more ragged and rough, practically growling as he uses your mouth like his own personal toy. He even starts to thrust his cock into your throat and you accept it with moans. The sound of your throat and saliva obscene as he keeps fucking into it.
You know he’s close, you can feel it in his pace and the way he’s gasping and moaning. He pulls you off him again, and you gasp for air as he tilts your head to look at him again. “I can do this all night,” he smirks. “I’m going to cum down your throat and you're going to thank me. Maybe I’ll let you cum after.”
It’s a promise you’re not sure he’ll keep, either way you’re being pushed back onto his cock. You take him back again, used to the feeling of him in the back of your throat. You moan around him when you feel him there, not gagging as much as before. You just accept your place. He moans and groans as he holds you there. Your eyes begin to water as much as your mouth when you take him back into your throat again and again. When you feel him twitch you swallow around him and pull a deep feral moan from his chest. He pulls you back so you don’t choke as his cum shoots down your throat in warm ribbons, his entire body shaking as he holds you there. You don’t stop sucking, swallowing back every drop of him until he’s pulling you off him. Raising you to his eye level, “open.” You oblige, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “Good girl… And?”
“Thank you,” you breathe, “thank you so much.”
“Oh, you’re welcome sweetheart,” he purrs, pulling you in to kiss your lips again. His grip on your hair loosens and he reaches down to pull the seat back making more room in the front of the car. “C’mere.” He pulls you over the center console and onto his lap. You use his shoulders to steady yourself, leaning in and kissing him again. His hands move up your thighs around the curve of your ass. They push further to get your dress up around your hips.
When his palm glides over your ass again, you whine for him. Then, he suddenly slaps your ass right on the cheek. You yelp moving against him, and he does the same on the other side. “Look at you…” he hums, his hand smoothing over the area where a red hand mark started to form. “I still don’t think you deserve my cock,” he teases and you whine again. His hands guide you by your hips down onto one of his thighs. His nose gently nudges yours and he places a trail of kisses down from your lips to your cheek and down your jaw line.
“Please,” you beg, and he smirks up at you. He pulls back and uses his hands to move you against his thigh. The pressure against your throbbing center was needed. Your fingers curl into his shoulders as he lets you use his thigh.
“Mmm… no,” he taunts, and your bottom lip trembles as you pout. He mimics you, pouting back, shaking his head like he’s teasing. “What’s wrong?”
“I need you, please…” you whine and he pays you in another slap to your ass, chuckling at your impatience.
“Maybe another man would give you his cock so willingly… maybe Mingi? Should I call him?” he asks in a voice used for toddlers. You shake your head.
“No…” you whimper, “I just want you.”
He chuckles again and you roll your hips toward him. His hands still helped to guide you against his thigh, your underwear already soaked. He can feel it and that makes him groan. “You were such a brat tonight, maybe you should wait,” he says, and you whine again. He stops your movement and you pout at him more.
“Please,” you try again, and he moves, reaching between you and palming his new erection.
“Please, what?”
“Please put it inside me,” you beg.
“I don’t know…” he taunts, and he shifts you, using the tip of himself to just graze your soaked underwear, he bites his bottom as he taps himself against the wet fabric. “Take them off,” he demands and you move quickly to push them off your hips, useless anyway. You climb back onto him, and he uses his tip to just graze over your wet center pressing into your clit making your breathing audibly hitch. “Who do you belong to?” he asks as he presses his tip into your pussy, your walls already contracting as if he was fully inside.
“Y-You,” you sigh, “I belong to you.”
“And this pussy?” he asks, “who does it belong to?”
“You,” you repeat, “it belongs to—“ before you could finish your sentence he pulls you down onto him in a swift motion, completely filling you. In fact it is so filling it knocks the wind out of you, your mouth falling open as you gasp for air.
“Good girl,” he hums against your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth as he holds you there. Your body trembles at the sudden intrusion and you whimper as he groans against your mouth. “It’s fucking rude you haven’t thanked me yet,” he hums.
“T-Thank you,” you whine as his lips trail down your chin and to your throat, he nods.
“Lean back a little, let me see you.” You breathe heavily, leaning back, his eyes finding the spot where you both connected. “Perfect,” he hums, his thumb up to your mouth, he pushes it in and you suck on it. He pulls it out faster than anticipated leaving a trail of spit as he brings it down to your clit. He slowly rolls over your clit, and you shudder, a moan escaping your lips. “Youre not going to cum yet,” he hums, “not until I allow you to.”
You shudder again, the feeling of him fully inside of you mixed with his thumb gliding easily over your clit is already too much. You whimper as he shifts slightly, surely to tease you. “Do you understand me?” You nod gulping back another whimper and moan, until he grabs your cheeks between one hand and makes you look at him. “Words. I won’t say it again.”
“Yes,” you breathe shakily, “I understand.”
“Good,” he hums, tapping your cheeks with his fingers lightly pulling you into him to kiss you. He reaches down beside him and lets the back of his seat go back further. “Now ride me…” he says, his hands on your waist as he starts to guide your movement. You situate yourself in the cramped space, leaning down towards him, slowly rising off his length and sinking back down onto him. His jaw falls open as you start to move. You plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself as he watches you do the work for him. “Good girl,” he moans, “clench around me like that— ahhh, good.” He lets out a shaky breath. Being a good listener, you do exactly as he says as you start to get into a groove of bouncing on him. His hands are placed on your hips, not to help but to hold you, and you moan as your pussy seems to mold around him after a few times of taking him fully. You moan, and shudder when you manage to find a new angle, one where he easily connects with that spongy spot inside of you.
“You… feel…” you moan, “so good,” you whimper and he chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening. When you sink back onto him, he slams you down harder making you yelp. He growls at the way you clench around him again. Your thighs start to burn, so you try rolling your hips instead and he bites his bottom lip and throws his head back. He looks so pretty in the minimal light from the moon and the low lights in the car from the radio. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, your pussy pulsing around him.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, pulling you down toward him, an arm locking around your waist, keeping you down on his cock that you can feel twitch inside you. You clench around him as one of his hands is back in your hair, holding you inches from his face as he starts to thrust up and into you. “I know it feels good,” he taunts, “it belongs to me. You belong to me. You’re mine,” he growls. You whimper and shudder. “I’m gonna fill you up now. Maybe after, you’ll get to cum.”
You know there’s a chance he won’t let you cum, but you brace yourself and hope that he will. He fucks into you with harsh thrusts, and you are being held down to him as he starts to unravel again, the feeling of his warmth being fucked into you makes your head spin. He comes with a shaky, higher pitched moan. Breathy and out of control he grips your hair and your body, pulling you so close against him you might suffocate. You’re so close it almost hurts, you start to cry, needing a release too. You bury your head into the crook of his neck, moaning and sobbing at how good it all feels. Then he slows, just letting you feel his cum inside of you, slowly continuing to fuck it into you as he moans and groans.
“P-please,” you whimper, your body already starting to shake. “Yunho-ah...” you cry.
He isn't merciful.
He pulls you off him, and you pout as he watches your thighs shake. He mimics you again, pouting right back at you, “Don’t… look… so sad,” he’s still trying to catch his breath, “get in the backseat so I can fuck you properly.”
You nearly throw yourself into the back, climbing with aching shaky thighs until you reach the back seat and he manages to climb back too. It’s cramped, but you don’t want to be that far from him anyway. You lay back onto the seat and he easily maneuvers you pressing your knees up and dipping down to lap at your pussy. Just to taste you and him together. You nearly lose it then, but you manage to hold strong. He chuckles at the way you quiver and pulse for him, and he comes up to nudge your nose with his. His lips find yours, opening your mouth so his tongue can dip in and move against yours. You can taste both of you on his tongue and your fingers grip into his hair and down his back trying to pull him into you.
Then you feel it, heavy against your aching center. He palms himself, already hard again. He’s teasing at first, just using the tip of his cock to slap at your needy cunt, making you jolt and whine. He knows you’re not going to last long and he’s still not done making you wait. “You’re going to wait until I say,” he reminds you and you pout but nod as he finally starts to sink back into you. It’s enough to already send you over the edge but you try to contain yourself. He bottoms out in a single stroke and you gasp beneath him. His own voice is weak and raspy.
Your hands grip onto his shoulders curling into the fabric of his shirt. He doesn’t start slow, no, he sets the pace early. You nearly crack. You try to focus on anything but the man pinning you down in the cramped space. As if that’s possible. The way he encases you beneath him. The heavy breathing, the way his cock fills you up, so full it’s like you can taste the tip of him on your tongue. You try to calm the fact that your body is already trembling, your breath uneasy, sounds leaving you that you’re not even making on purpose, you’re unable to stop them. All while he’s watching your face, your eyes looking up at him, a silent plea. He rolls his hips into you with a purpose, leaving you jolting back, crying as he pulls you back onto him again. Each time he thrusts he goes a little harder, testing to see if you’ll break before he allows and you almost do. He is on the brink himself, sensitive and ready to tip over just like you.
“You wanna cum?” he groans, and you nod, your eyes opening wide, looking up at him, pleading with your eyes again. Tears roll down your cheeks, warm and he reaches down between you to find your clit.
“Please,” you plead.
“Come on then, cum for me. Make it messy.”
His words are enough as you finally allow yourself to unravel beneath him. You let out a blubbering round of moans as you cum. Your body shaking as he continues to pound into you, his own orgasm coming out in a strangled moan to mix with yours. Your head is fuzzy, vision blurred as your head falls back, your body going weak beneath him. He breathes heavily, his head falling into the crook of your neck, his own cock overstimulated and still leaking cum into you. The car is warmer than before, both of you panting and sweating, trying to get yourselves together. The windows of the car are steamed up and Yunho begins slowly pulling you up.
“Thank you,” you hum lazily when his lips find yours again.
He smirks against your lips when you say it. Then, he’s turning you over. You're so pliant for him it’s easy. You whimper when he positions you, pulling your hips up, pushing your head down. You’re trembling but still willing and eager for more of him. You know Yunho’s energy is relentless, that he can go on for hours, and you rest your head on the seat beneath you. When he sinks into you again, you suck him in with ease, a gasp leaving your mouth as his hands smooth over your ass and down your back. The pressure of him making you shake as he presses forward, his hand finding the nape of your neck and wrapping around.
“Do you feel that, brat?” he groans, “how well I fit inside of you?” You can’t speak fast enough so you nod as he grinds his hips into you, pulling a moan from you. “Tell me again who this pussy belongs to…”
You whimper a lazy response and his grip on the back of your neck tightens. “Y- You,” you whine, and he rolls his hips into you again, moaning as he does it. The sound of you already gushing around him, his hips slamming into your ass, how wet you still are for him as his strokes become slow but deep again. “I’m yours,” you whimper.
“That’s right, my brat,” he hums, his voice turning into a growl as he clenches his jaw. “And in return, I’m yours.”
You shudder at his words, your body feels a new rush of energy, and you meet him halfway when he thrusts into you. He chuckles at that, “you like that don’t you? Being owned by me?”
You moan nodding into the seat beneath you, throwing your hips back toward him. He grunts as a response, pausing his movements letting you use him as your own toy. He watches himself disappear inside of you with each movement from you, and sees how much you cream down his shaft. His composure fading at the sight of you.
“Yours,” you moan as you start to feel your orgasm bubbling up. Your hands grip the seat beneath you pushing back harder. Though your thighs burn from the work you’ve been doing, you can’t find it in you to stop. Yunho doesn’t let it go on much longer before he’s slamming himself back into you. His hands gripping your hips, his fingers curling into your warm skin holding on as he pounds you into the backseat of the car. Your brain is already empty, your body doing all the work for you, reacting without even having to think. Every sound was unplanned. Every whimper and moan of his name and “yours” is involuntary and guttural. You’re unraveling faster than before, he feels it, he angles even deeper, his head reaching the ceiling of the car as he growls and moans his own cock twitching once again.
You cum hard without asking, your breathing heavy and labored. His name leaves your lips strangled and soaked in curses. Your eyes tearing up so bad you can’t see, your face being buried into the seat as your body shakes and twitches. Choked sobs leave your mouth muffled by the fabric of the seat. Yunho holds you there, and you can feel his cum filling you again, deep and warm. It only makes you clench around him, your pussy throbbing around him. He continues to fuck his cum into you his body pressing into yours, his arms wrapped around you and pulling you up close to his body. His cock slips out of you, and you gasp at the emptiness you feel. He pulls you to sit back against him. He gets comfortable on the backseat, pressing your back against his chest. His hand sweeps hair off your neck so his lips and teeth can leave their mark there.
A hand finds its way between your thighs and your thighs snap together encasing his wrist as you still tremble. “Y- Yunho,” you whine, “I- I cant,” you cry.
“You’re going to deny me what’s mine?” he breathes, but doesn’t move further. He tilts your head back toward him, his tongue finding your mouth before his lips do. You moan into his mouth, letting him swallow every sound as his hand between your thighs attempts to move again. You part your thighs without protest, his hand dipping down to your soaking wet pussy. “You’ve been good, let me reward you.”
You melt into his arms and his fingers gently glide over your folds. He groans at the feeling, looking over your shoulder and down between your legs. Watching as his fingers become soaked without much effort, he uses them to just tap your heat and you flinch at how sensitive you are, whimpering.
“You got more for me, don’t you?” His lips trace the shell of your ear, “you remember our word if you want me to stop, right?”
You nod. His fingers still glide over you just teasing, your body reacting in small shivers.
“Please,” you whined, the teasing starting to drive you crazy. He hums against your ear.
“Mmm,” he growls against your hair, “please what?”
“I- I can take more,” you breathe.
“I knew you could,” he says as he nuzzles into your hair, his lips kissing you gently, “God, you’re so good for me.”
His praise makes your body warm back up, and he pulls your thighs further apart, before his fingers glide back over your pussy. He sinks two into you, with ease. Your hips shifting back into him, with nowhere else to go. His lips find your neck as your walls swallow his long digits with a wet sound. He waits for a few seconds just feeling you clench around him. You can’t control it now, your body is just naturally reacting to him. He groans into the crook of your neck as he starts to bring his fingers back out of you, slowly. When he sinks them back in your body shudders again, a whine escaping your lips. “You can take one more, can’t you?” he asks, and you think if ever there was a time, it was now.
“I can take it,” you moan.
He adds a third finger, slowly sinking back into you with an obscene sound as you already start to gush around him. This time, he starts to pump his fingers at a faster pace. Your breathing grows heavy as you clench your eyes shut, your body already starting to buzz. You want to say his name, tell him how good it feels, but you can’t turn your thoughts into words. Not with the way he curls his fingers and easily finds that spot deep inside of you. You nearly release then, your entire body locking up as your mouth lets out a strangled cry. This reaction only makes him want more from you, so he doesn’t slow or stop his movements, pumping his fingers in and out of you in a steady rhythm. You can feel how wet you are, hear it, your head falling back into him as you begin to writhe in his arms.
“Make a mess. I wanna hear it,” he growls, and you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to. You release everything you have inside of you, you can hear it splash onto the floor of the car. Your body shaking worse than before, your vision going completely white, your breathing labored and rough as he rubs your clit faster, pulling even more from you in the process and your thighs snap together around his arm as you sob. He doesn’t stop, until you say the word. He pulls his hand back and holds you.
“I got you,” he coos. You choke out mewls. You’re unable to control the way your body is shaking. Tremors make you weak, his hands wrapping around you just in comfort. One of his hands comes up to your head, gently rubbing your hair. “You were perfect.”
His other hand comes up to your mouth where you take his fingers in and suck around them tasting yourself as you hum.
“Good girl,” he praises, as you continue to tremble in his arms in the backseat of the car.
After a few minutes he pulls his fingers from your mouth and replaces them with his lips. “You okay?” he asks and you nod rapidly.
“The car is not,” you breathe, causing you both to giggle.
“I’ll clean up and I'll get it detailed tomorrow,” he shrugs like it’s nothing, because to him it is nothing and you? You’re everything.
content: orgasm torture, power imbalance, dumbification, objectification
wc: 1.8k
thinking about yunho...
“nobody’s coming to save you, baby.”
you’re wailing at this point. shaking, sobbing. completely at his mercy, or rather lack thereof.
the nda was signed, your nerves were alight with excitement, with nervousness. with an overwhelming sense of pride over the fact that out of all the beautiful faces in the crowd, he chose you.
the journey to the hotel, the blurring letters of the non-disclosure you hardly even read. the look of pity the managers gave you when the elevator shut in their faces as they sent you upstairs to your inevitable destruction.
you, of course, did not know yunho. fans had their speculations about who he was behind closed doors and when the cameras shut off. the onstage persona he thrived in was a second skin he wore that had you swooning in the crowd. you had felt crazy every time his eyes swept over the crowd and always seemed to snag on you. you were sure it was just your typical case of fangirl delusion, but even when you weren’t looking at him, you felt him.
you knew you weren’t crazy. or maybe you did. when the concert was over, you were pulled aside by managers and men in suits. when you were led to a black van near the back of the venue, you sat in silence with strangers as they drove. you had to be dreaming; you felt clocked out of your brain during the entire exchange.
when they wished you luck and offered you a chance to leave. to forget this ever happened and to go home. you did not take it, and you wished you had.
yunho was cruel.
when you first stepped into his hotel room, expensive and cold, he was sitting on the plush chair in the corner, fiddling with the cross necklace that hung off his strong neck.
your breath caught in your throat when you saw him, beautiful and domineering. when he turned to look at you, you almost fled the room. but he stood and strode over to you carefully, like he could sense the fear that rushed through your blood.
and it excited him so much.
he reached out his hand and watched as you flinched away, your lips parted in surprise as his finger traced the slope of your nose, like you couldn’t believe he was real, that he was touching you. he smiled, and with a jerk of his hand, he gripped your jaw tightly, roughly, controlling. your eyes shook, and you swallowed as he squeezed your cheeks, biting his bottom lip and grinning when your pretty little lips puckered.
he’d make you believe, and he’d make you regret agreeing to come up here.
“keep squirming, and i'm gonna fuck you until your cunt goes numb.” it didn’t matter if you listened to him; he was going to do it anyway.
legs spread, pussy stuffed full, hands bound above your head with the very belt that he wore onstage that night. inflamed skin littered with bites, bruises, spit, and maybe a little blood.
his right hand held a small vibrating wand to your clit, while his left shoved its fingers down your throat. the smooth head of his cock dragged against your g-spot in a way that had you spiraling, rough, deep, rude thrusts into your abused cunt, the wand on your clit on the highest setting, the fingers in your mouth curling down against your tongue, the indents of your teeth clearly showing on the skin of his knuckles.
“so fuckin’ easy,” he groans, his throat bobbing when he lets his head fall back, mouth falling open in a deep growl. his hips moved at a punishing pace, determined to mold his shape into you with how hard he was fucking you.
tears stained with eyeliner and mascara ran down your cheeks, the makeup you put so much thought into smeared all over your face like it was all it was good for. your entire body would not stop shaking, your moans broken and staccato, each stroke of yunho’s insanely long cock making your ribcage shake under your skin.
“y-yun- ah! oh god, hurts,” you cried out, words slurring around his fingers. you hear him laugh above you, leaning down and glaring into your eyes.
“she speaks!” he teases, punishing you with a rough thrust up into you, and you choke. “hurts so good, doesn’t it, tiny?” he pouts and mocks you, chastely kissing the side of your throat as he abandons the wand at your side for a moment.
the loss of stimulation on your clit feels relieving, giving you a moment to breathe. he doesn’t stop fucking you, though, and he slows his hips and gives it to you slow and deep. yunho watches your eyes roll, feels your slick drip down his lower stomach, your cunt pulsing around him as if your body is begging for more. he doesn’t know if you’d be able to handle more without passing out, but he’s willing to take that risk.
“so cute…” he murmurs against your heated skin, dragging his fingers down your tongue and out of your mouth, wiping your drool all over your face and landing a burning slap across your cheek that sends your head whipping to the side.
you whine loudly when he takes his free hand and presses down against your lower stomach. your entire body jerks, your hands squirming in the belt around your wrists, throwing your head back into the pillow. the slow drag of his dick inside of you is almost too much without the vibrator. forced to feel the slow push and pull, his fat tip catching on that ridge inside of you. yunho could feel himself move under his palm through the flesh of your tummy, and he was addicted.
he looked crazed, and you couldn’t lock eyes with him for too long, or it would send your body into a burning heat.
“cum.” he commands, his low voice rough and growling, and your brain shuts off while your body obeys his command. like he flipped a switch, your cunt clenches, and you’re cumming.
you couldn’t believe it, how much control he had over you in that hotel room. it was borderline immoral, the way he seemed to get high off your compliance. it's like it wasn’t voluntary; your body just listened to him. your brain was useless, your body was all he needed, and he loved the way it responded to him.
he pokes his tongue against his inner cheek and laughs lowly, pressing against your stomach even harder as he pulls you through your orgasm, rolling his hips into you with monstrous precision.
“yeah, lemme fuck you through it, fuck you through it, fuck you through it…” it was like he was in a trance, and with every word that spilled from his mouth, his hips began to move faster.
your moans were going quiet, losing your voice from how much you had been moaning that night. you weren’t sure how many times you had cum by then, but you were sure it was at least 7.
he could see it, the light leaving your eyes, the clouds that formed over your irises, the more you succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. he always loved this part. he coaxed fans up to his hotel room, a dark promise of a secret well kept.
a promise for a night they will never forget, and maybe a night they will wish to forget. yunho would ruin them, play with them until they were useless. you were surprisingly resilient, and he was having a lot of fun with you.
“such a pretty, flexible little thing, hm? look at you, so fucking stupid.” you hear it before you feel it, the click of the wand as the buzzing fills the room.
you gain some sort of coherence in your eyes, and panic signals inside your brain as your hands jerk in their restraints, and attempt to reach down and stop him.
“w-wait-!” he doesn’t, and he presses the wand up against your clit once again. you groan loud and low, the combination of his thick cock slipping in and out of your oozing pussy, the merciless vibrations of the wand, his hand slides up and hooks at your throat, where he squeezes so hard you can’t move your head.
your breaths go quiet as he fucks you, as he hates you for existing. rough, claiming, and spiteful. vile spits and condescending praises in your face that make you feel like you were nothing more than a toy for him.
“slippery cunt keeps sucking me in, tiny. desperate slut can’t get enough, huh?”
“you keep cumming until you knock yourself out, i wanna see those pretty little eyes go empty.”
“need you to feel this in the morning, can't tell anyone about it, but you’re gonna fucking feel it for weeks.”
you could feel bruises forming on the backs of your thighs from where his hips slammed against you. the sharp crescents that sank into your neck where he held your throat down against the mattress. your clit was puffy and overstimulated to the point where every movement burned, but it burned so fucking good.
“can’t wait to find your face in the crowd at the next concert. ill be on stage thinking about how i reduced you to a set of holes for me to fuck. how pretty you look crying for me, how wet you get hearing me talking to you like my own personal fuckdoll.”
every word stole air from your lungs, every stroke sent the nerves in your pussy into overdrive, every brush of his lips made your eyes roll, every squeeze of his hand on your throat made your legs twitch around his hips.
“that’s it, baby, shh shhh.” he coos at you like it was your first time using your brain. he drags the vibrator up your clit in slow increments, and he drinks in the way your entire body twitches with every stroke.
“i'm gonna break you, sweetheart, mmhm. if you pass out, don’t worry. the guards will get you home safely.”
yunho rewards your limp body with a kiss to your temple, and he feels you clench around his cock harder than you do all night.
he opens his mouth and lets out a giggling moan against your skull, and he kisses your temple again.
“fuck, you got so tight, you like me being sweet to you?” yunho whispers against your skin, slowing his hips, giving you a glimpse of hope at the chance of pity for your broken body.
you can’t answer; only moan with a broken voice. he grins, then he drags his hips back with a shaky purr and shoves his cock deep into your cunt, pounding you stupid into the hotel mattress like you were an expendable rubber doll that could be replaced if she snapped in half.
“too bad~” he teases against your skin in a mocking sing-song tone, sinking his teeth into your lobe as he adjusts his hips to fuck you bottomless and forceful. "nobody's coming to save you, baby. you're at my mercy tonight."
a mercy he did not have. and if only you knew the way all the other members were in their respective hotel rooms, unable to get the pathetic sounds of your sobs out of their head, fighting the urge to fist their cock to the sound of yunho fucking up another fan.
you should never have let your curiosity get the best of you, because you weren’t sure if you’d make it out of that hotel alive.
not with the way yunho was fucking you like he had no goddamn off button.
(from an old blog im deactivating, but i wanted to keep this gem - originally posted august 2024 lol)
just imagining subby yuyu tangled up in your sheets. but you're on vacation visiting family or friends and he just misses you so much.
he sends you endless selfies from your bed with captions like "i miss you, angel" or "come home soon? 🥺"
and you have to scold him over the phone one night when you hear him rustling around a lot over the speakers. you're not stupid, and you know your endless rejection of his over the phone advances have got him all riled up, but you'd fein innocence anyways.
"yuyu?" and he'd just hum in response, too preoccupied to form any words, "what are you doing?" and when the rustling continues and you hear a faint little whine from the back of his throat, you start to tease him "oh so this is why you called me?" the condesending lilt in your voice makes him speed up his movement in his pants "you can't get off on your own, can you? need mommy's voice to help you cum?"
he whimpers loudly at your acknowledgment of his actions "please mommy" he barely chokes out "i miss you so much" if you could see his face, you knew there'd be tears welling up in his eyes.
"would it be better if i let you cum?" you knew he was nodding furiously at that even if he couldn't get any words out "oh baby, you've been so bad, though" another loud whimper breaks from the back of his throat in protest "but you're just needy, aren't you? i'm sorry i've left you for so long. go ahead and cum for me, yuyu."
and he's loud when he does. a seemingly endless string of whimpers and whines breaks out from him. "thank you" he takes a deep breath "oh thank you mommy"
"hmm of course, my love. be a good boy and send mommy some pictures, okay? and i'll have a little reward for you when i get home"
*everything is fictional, just for some distracting fun*
Reposts are super appreciated 🤍
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You open your eyes, lids heavy and slightly swollen. You blink a couple of times to adjust to the light of the living room, before checking the time on your phone.
2.56am
Not quite believing the time, you rub your eyes, but when you look again, the screen doesn’t lie. You sit up from the couch, slowly, your limbs sluggish with uncomfortable sleep.
Yunho is nowhere to be found, though you have a feeling he’s still in his office, gaming the night away. You turn the lights off, dragging your heavy feet to his door. His grunts become louder and louder the closer you get.
You knock lightly, barely any energy in you to move at this hour. He doesn’t respond, probably unable to hear through his headphones, so you open the door lightly.
“Baby?” Your voice sounds groggy, not having been used for hours.
He turns his head to you, eyes flickering between you and his screen. “What is it Beautiful?”
You turn your phone on and show him the time, squinting one eye to try and shield yourself from the flashing of his game. “I’m going to bed.”
He does a double take on the time, eyes wide in disbelief. He pauses his game quickly, not even bothering to let his friends know.
“Damn, have I actually been playing for this long?” You nod your head slightly.
He takes all of you in as you lean against his doorframe. His t-shirt falling to your thighs, letting the hem of your shorts peek through, your adorable frilly socks at mismatched heights on your ankles. Your hair is slightly dishevelled, and he can see the faint line of the couch pillow on your cheek.
“You fell asleep on the couch didn’t you?” He turns his chair towards you fully now, the game long forgotten. “You should’ve come to get me, why didn’t you say anything?”
You shrug lightly. “It’s your day off, you’ve had a packed schedule recently - I didn’t wanna bother you when you were unwinding.”
He lightly pats his thighs, indicating for you to come sit. You walk up to him, straddling your legs on either side of his thighs.
“Beautiful, you know I’d rather spend time with you than gaming, right? Sure, I love my games, but you’re my priority. I can’t believe you let me go on for so long!”
You scoff. “To be fair I fell asleep for a few hours, it wasn’t exactly on purpose.”
His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your hands meet behind his neck, face nuzzled into his chest. You inhale, almost on impulse, letting out a soft hum as the faint trace of woodsy jasmine and cedar hit your nose. His fingers glide under your top, rubbing soothing circles on your back, whilst his other hand rests on your head, playing with a strand of hair.
You could stay here for hours, the late time of night only an afterthought now. You shift a little, adjusting your position to melt into him deeper, not realising you rubbed against a certain spot. You sigh again, content, the noise going straight to his head.
“Y/n?” His low voice rumbles against your forehead.
You look up at him, eyelids growing heavier as his warmth settles around you. “Baby?”
When you look at him like that, it makes it harder for him to not think about what area of you is pressed against his length.
“You need to stop moving like that,” he mutters. “You’re - you’re pressing…” His ears are turning a little red.
“Oh!” You sit up, unknowingly rubbing against his rapidly growing length again. “Sorry.” Your cheeks starting to match the tips of his ears. “I should go to bed, it’s late.”
You put your hand on his chest to help yourself up but he grabs it to stop you.
“Wait.”
“Yuyu I-”
“Please.” He whispers, stopping your protests in their tracks. “I haven’t spent any time with you today. Let me make up for it.”
His almost whiny tone settles low in your stomach, but you hesitate. You don’t have work tomorrow, but isn’t it too late for this?
He kisses the inside of your wrist, his other hand on your hip to hold you close to him. “Please, Beautiful.” His lips continue peppering your skin, moving further up your arm. “Please.”
Your eyes fall shut at his begging, unable to resist.
Each kiss brings you closer to him, pulling you like gravity, until he reaches your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, and finally, your lips.
He doesn’t rush, following the same rhythm he used on the rest of you. Every kiss feels like an apology, one for every minute he left you alone. Your hands find their way up his abdomen, fingers grazing at the ripples of tensing muscles, only for him to grip your hip tighter, like he’s afraid you might disappear.
The tip of his tongue swipes on your bottom lip, silently beckoning for you to let him in. You do without hesitation, your tongues entwining and tangling into a dizzying dance, mimicking the way your limbs are searching for each other.
His hand has settled on your cheek, cupping it softly, like holding you too tightly might break you. Your own has made its way to his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. He moans into your mouth and you can feel it travelling through you until it gathers in the pit of your stomach.
You hear him rustling for something and you pull away, your chest rising and falling quicker now. You track his hand and see him rolling a spare hoodie to lay it against the edge of his desk.
“Lay down.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told, placing your back on the previously sharp furniture.
His eyes follow your every move, devouring you from afar. Even in your pyjamas and tired eyes, you look more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen. Sometimes, he questions whether you’re real, or if his mind created the most perfect woman he could think of, just so real life couldn’t disappoint him.
He takes his time, gliding his hands and your shirt up from your hips to your stomach, tracing every freckle, every stretch mark, every curve of your body.
The look in his eyes alone makes you moan.
His eyebrows are slightly drawn together like he’s seeing you for the first time, every time. There’s a sparkle in them as he watches your stomach rise and fall with every pant, a result of his intoxicating touch.
“Yunho…” you whisper, barely audible, your head falling back.
His breath brushes your stomach as he places light kisses on your skin, creating goosebumps that send shivers through your entire body.
“Beautiful…” he murmurs, continuing his path of kisses, covering every inch of your skin. “I’m sorry-” another kiss, “for leaving you-” another, “alone.”
You bite your lip, his words and his touch creating a fog in your head.
“It’s okay…” you breathe, voice unsteady.
He shakes his head, nose grazing against your skin and you gasp. “No, it’s not.” He looks up at you, hands delicately kneading your skin, digging his fingers into your sides in quiet possession. “How could I do this to my favourite girl?”
Your hand reaches out to grab his face, caressing your thumb on his soft cheek. He turns his head slightly to kiss your palm before his hand drops to your shorts, playing with the hem.
You whimper at the sensuality of the touch, so simple yet so charged with expectations. You squirm, craving more, friction dragging against his lap, and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please stop moving Beautiful, or I won’t be able to hold out.” he grunts between gritted teeth.
You can’t help it, your hips circling again in defiance.
He pulls you off of him in one swell move, sitting you on the edge of his desk.
“I said-” he grunts, pulling your shorts down to pool at your ankles, “Let me make up for it.”
Your centre throbs at his proximity, the sight before you making your chest swell: he’s looking up at you on his knees, an evident tent in his sweats, tongue swiping against his bottom lip in hunger.
He grabs your knees gently, spreading them apart, giving him an unobstructed view of your soaked panties. His long finger traces the wet patch, making you twitch and whimper.
He doesn’t take his eyes off of it as he whispers under his breath, “How can I ever even leave you alone when you look so fucking good?”
You squirm again, desperate for more, your knuckles white as you grip the edge of the desk. He already knows he’s driving you wild and chooses to not prolong the torture, sliding your panties down your legs until you’re bared for him - folds glistening in the faint screen light.
His lips find your clit in an instant, hunger devouring you as your knees falter, your senses heightened at his long awaited touch. He laps you up, your arousal coating his lips and chin with every pass and flick of his tongue.
Your breathy moans and whimpers only seem to fuel his desire more.
He stands up, slowly, replacing his tongue with his fingers. His eyes are now glancing down at you in adoration, forehead pressed against yours, admiring the shape of your mouth as his fingers circle your sensitive nub. The cadence is slow, the pressure delectable.
All thoughts of your tiredness have now vanished, replaced by the all consuming feeling of his presence on you.
You crave his proximity, pulling him down until his wet lips meet yours, his middle finger pushing into your entrance at the same time. You cry out into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.
He inserts another finger, the squelching produced by his curling inside your dripping cunt echoing inside the silent room. Your moans are getting louder and louder. You’re close - he can sense it by how your walls are clenching around his fingers.
Your hand travels down to the warmth in his joggers, palming him, getting a delicious moan out of him. You continue to rub him over his clothes before sliding into his boxers - your cool hand on his burning cock makes him buck, his fingers hooking harshly into you.
Your whimpers are mixing in with each other’s now, and you’re both about to lose control.
You let go of him, tugging his shirt up as he devours you with his lips. He pulls his fingers out. You cry out at the loss, but seeing him shed his t-shirt and reveal his beautiful smooth skin makes you forget all about it. You run your hands along the ridges of his skin.
There’s never a day where you don’t marvel at his beauty, and he knows it.
“Like what you see Beautiful?” He teases, running his thumb along your bottom lip.
You grab his hand and kiss the tip of one of his fingers. “Baby, please, just fuck me.”
His eyes grow dark. He grabs your waist, pulling you to him in a feverish kiss as he pushes his bottoms a little lower, freeing his leaking cock. He lines you up to him, your legs wrapping around his waist.
“Breathe.” He huffs out, and you do, feeling him push into you slowly.
Your head falls back as you feel him filling you up. You’ve never been quite wide enough for him and it takes a minute for you to adjust. He swears he could burst just from seeing your gorgeous slightly fucked out face and feeling how tightly your walls hug him.
Once he’s bottomed out, he takes a second for you to breathe, making sure you feel comfortable the whole time. But you can’t wait anymore - you roll your hip into him, capturing his mouth into yours, giving him the signal.
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
He moves against you, slow and deliberate, shaking slightly at how tightly you’re wrapped around him. Every muscle in his body is locked tight, not from lack of want, but from the effort of holding back just long enough to do this right.
One hand on your back, one on the wall behind you, he’s anchoring the both of you whilst driving into you - pouring all his love into every move. Every thrust hits that sweet spot inside of you, butterflies erupting in your entire body.
Your cries are louder now, neighbours be damned.
“Do you forgive me?” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead and chest.
“I d-do Yun - ah… fuck!”
The roll of his hips is ecstasy, his lips on your neck euphoria.
You know he’s holding back by how taut his muscles are. He’s trying to make sure you cum - hard. He takes your leg, hooking it over his arm and holding the back of your neck, knowing full well this is the one position that will leave you replaying this moment in your head for days.
“Let go Beautiful.” He grunts between thrusts. “Let go for m-me.”
He crashes into you once more, his lips devouring yours, pleading for you to release your tension. And you try to hold out, you really do, because it feels so good and you never want it to stop. But the pressure is too great.
The desk shakes with the force of both of your orgasms, and you don’t even realise what’s going on until you feel how wet your thighs are. Only then do you understand what just happened - you just squirted all over your boyfriend.
You blush, still shaking, not entirely sure how to process it as your brain is still hazy.
“Yun- s-sorr…” you say through the tweaks and jerks of your body.
He looks at you, incredulous. “Oh Beautiful” he cooes, caressing your face, “it’s more than okay. I… I can’t believe you did that, it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He’s wearing one of those lopsided smiles that always makes your heart swoon, and it’s the first thing you can see clearly when you finally come down from the high.
“Are you okay?” The slightly worried undertone in his voice makes you smile.
“I think so…” You run your hand through your hair, still in disbelief.
He pulls out of you slowly - you hadn’t realised you were still linked to each other.
“I’m gonna get a towel, you wait right here.”
He kisses your forehead, leaving the room momentarily before returning with clean joggers, a towel and fresh underwear. Slowly and carefully, he wipes your skin and the desk clean, before sliding your still slightly numb legs into your underwear. With his hands around your waist, he pulls you off the table, making sure you’re okay to stand. He takes out his phone, checking the time, and showing it to you with a smirk.
4.07am
“Maybe now we should really go to bed, what do you think?”
You peck his lips lightly. “I think you can play your games whenever you want Baby, I’m more than happy to fall asleep on the couch again.”
And with that, you walk to the bedroom on shaky legs, leaving him behind, phone in one hand, wet towel in the other, with a completely bewildered and enamoured look on his face.
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⋆˚꩜ Aaron likes the oldies. Old music, old movies… he’ll rewatch his favorite show any day over trying a new one.
⋆˚꩜ He doesn’t enjoy scary movies so much (occupational hazard) but he’ll watch them with you if you really want.
⋆˚꩜ Aaron goes on daily morning runs. By morning he means 5 am. He would often let you sleep in. On the days you decide to join him he would be thrilled, carrying a little extra pep in his step.
⋆˚꩜ He knows your coffee order by heart, showing off his barista skills by having it ready for you every morning.
⋆˚꩜ Aaron likes the exercise control in ALL things.. including your safety. Expect this man to have Life360 installed on your phone by the second date.
⋆˚꩜ Date nights are the same, he’s got it all planned out. On random days you’ll get a text message from him saying, “Dinner is at 7. Be ready by 6 for a surprise.”
⋆˚꩜ Aaron is NOT a golden retriever boyfriend. He is a german shepherd boyfriend. Fierce. Loyal. Protective. Territorial. Intense.
⋆˚꩜ But he is the ultimate sweetheart for you. Your presence flips the off switch for Unit Chief Aaron and the on switch for Domestic Aaron.
⋆˚꩜ Aaron doesn’t really like to drink, but keeps a close eye on you if you decide to. Bar nights with the team usually end with a slightly tipsy you, and a very amused Aaron guiding you to the car with a hand on the small of your back.
a/n: this wasn’t even that good but I haven’t posted in a century and im watching cm rn
idk bro, the way that wooyoung gets so shy whenever someone gives him a compliment makes me actually feel insane. so much so i had to write my feelings out like tumblr is my diary or something
cw; oral (m receiving) and it takes place in front of a mirror. this is just something short like it just popped into my head. srry, if i keep writing things these tags will get better omg
“look at how pretty you are…” you say, your voice gentle and barely audible even in the quiet room. your hand wraps around his cock, hard and flushed pink. he’s dripping at this point, because you’ve been at this for a while. he loves the praise, he loves to hear what you think of him but it’s so overwhelming for him.
wooyoung’s gaze flickers between yours, your pretty eyes looking up at him so innocently, and his own reflection in the mirror you have him sat in front of. you can’t fight the smirk that creeps on your lips when you catch him looking at himself, using this lack of attention on your actions to lean forward and swipe your tongue over the head of his cock to lap up the arousal that’s gathered there. he hisses above you, taken off guard, his cock twitching at the new sensation.
you look up at him through your lashes, watch as his eyes flutter, still going back and forth between you and the mirror. you watch his jaw go slack when you fully take him in your mouth, his plush kips parting to let out the quietest of moans.
“you’re so perfect, baby, every inch of you,” he moans again, a little louder. the combination of your words and your mouth is pushing him to the edge. you can both feel the way he throbs when you say it, you can taste the bead of precum that leaks out again, he’s watching his own chest start to heave, his face getting flushed. “that’s it, lemme hear you,” you say, coaxing the sounds you love to hear out of him
when he cums, he cums hard, with hands buried in your hair (not to push you, but to ground himself), and he’s watching himself in the mirror.
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