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So what if he's taller? Not like it matters when my good boy is on his knees.🖤

[bunnidollii]

as someone who's 5'3, YES

[sayprettypleasemydear]

God, I love watching big strong men turn pathetic.

All that muscle, all that gym time, all that flexing like it means something.

And the second I tell you to sit down, shut up, and hump a pillow like a good boy?

You’re already whining.

You’re already leaking.

You’re already looking at me like I’m the only thing holding your dumb little brain together.

You think being strong makes you less pathetic?

It makes it funnier.

You’re built like a tank and still fold like paper when I tease you.

So go ahead. Flex for me. Show me how tough you are.

And then moan like a bitch when I ruin you with one hand.

[kp-alice]

Easy Target.

Summary: After returning home from work, you find a masked burglar in the middle of your living room. Luckily for you (and him), you're a bit more prepared than he'd anticipated.

AKA a totally legit burglar!sub!Yunho x pissed!hard dom!f!reader

Word count: 4 580

Warnings: roleplay (breaking in, guns, threatening), restraining, CBT, swearing, name-calling, so much begging and apologizing, hair-pulling, reader steps on Yunho for a second lol, reader checks in on Yunho mid-scene

A/N: This fic is the first part of my 2024 sub!Yunho Kinktober! The event's masterlist can be found here.

You sluggishly exit the elevator once the doors open on your apartment's floor, trudging your way down the corridor. It has been a long day at work and frankly, you can't wait to just get out of these heels and put on your favorite TV show.

But right as you reach your front door, you stop dead in your tracks.

The door's open.

Just a sliver, sure, but open nonetheless. Did you forget to close it this morning? Maybe the lock broke and it stopped shutting properly?

No, no, you were 100% certain you double-checked them when you were leaving. None of your friends know the passcode either, so there's no way it's any of them coming over. Besides, they'd definitely text or call you before letting themselves in like this, and you currently have zero notifications on your phone.

Something's wrong, you can feel it.

You barely hesitate when you reach into your bag to discard your phone and pull out your handgun instead. You've only had it for a few months now, but even just having it on hand already eases your anxiety a considerable bit. Of course, you're really hoping for all of this to be a false alarm, but one can never be too sure.

The cool plastic metal feels heavy in your hands as you slowly push the door open, just enough to slip through before shutting it again - properly this time. As quietly as possible, you force your legs to move down the hallway and further into the apartment. You silently curse at your choice of footwear today, but don't dare take them off now in fear of making too much noise or getting jumped in the process.

And the further you walk, the happier you are that you chose to do so. As you near the living room, you can hear the unmistakable sounds of someone shuffling about. Your heartbeat skyrockets at the sound, the realization that someone really is inside your home finally dawning on you.

Fuck, are they alone? Are they also armed? Will they try to fight you? Should you turn back and call the police?

No, you have to do this. With a weapon in hand and the intruder(s) seemingly oblivious to your presence, you know you'll have the upper hand.

Taking one, two, three deep breaths to steel yourself, you finally jump out from behind the corner.

"Hands up! A-and don't even think about doing anything stupid!"

You surprise yourself with the force in your voice, your subconscious seemingly working alongside you to make you seem as intimidating as possible. You can't afford to give these fuckers even a smidge of confidence, after all.

But as your eyes finally take in the scene, you realize there's just... one fucker.

One seemingly very startled fucker, in fact.

You can't see his face yet with his back to you, but you do see him almost jumping out of his skin at your sudden command. Noting his tall, broad frame, you're really grateful for the gun in your hands. Even just by his choice of clothes, you can tell this guy is up to no good; dressed in black from head to toe, beanie and face mask included. Judging by his awkward stance in front of the TV, you guess he was probably looking to steal it.

Finally registering your command, he slowly raises his hands up. As he stands there, frozen, you notice they're shaking. Good.

"Turn around," you spit, "slowly."

Once again, he complies, a bit faster this time, granting you a proper look at his face. His (admittedly very pretty) eyes are wide with surprise, but the moment they see the gun pointing right at him, that surprise turns to fear. You can't help the wave of excitement from washing over you at the sight of his meek form, seemingly powerless against you. This big, strong man, obeying your every command without question.

Ehm. Let's focus for now (and ignore the thought he's very likely feeling the exact same rush right now for the sake of your own sanity).

Fidgeting with the handgun in your hand to get a better grip, your voice gains more confidence. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

The question clearly takes the stranger by surprise, but he quickly tries to compose himself and answer. "I-I was- well- they told me to come here, I'm sorry!"

Huh. Sounds like he's alone, then.

You spare a glance away from him for just a second, long enough to briefly examine the scene around you. Luckily, you don't see any potential weapons around. What does catch your eye, however, is the matching black duffel bag on the floor a few feet away from you. From the opening at the top, you can see some of your more expensive belongings poking out, even further confirming the stranger's intentions. But then, in a smaller side pocket, you spot a coil of rope.

An idea immediately forms in your mind.

"Listen to me," you bark, "you're gonna go in the kitchen and bring me a chair, got it? And don't even think about running, you're not getting anywhere with this." Waving the gun in your hand for emphasis, you point your other hand in the direction of the kitchen. Confusion flicks through his eyes for a second, but he obeys nevertheless. His steps are careful and slow, making sure he makes no sudden moves to set you off any further.

Setting the chair down in the middle of the living room, Yunho the stranger waits for further instructions.

"Fuck are you waiting for? Sit down."

As he gets seated on the chair facing away from you, you move over to his bag to retrieve the rope. When you pull it out, though, you're surprised to see a pair of handcuffs fall out alongside it. They clink against the floor, and you hear the man stiffen in his seat.

"Mind telling me what these two are for?" You ask, dangling the items in his face from behind. You notice his hands are neatly placed in his lap, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. The clear show of submission excites you more than you care to admit.

"Those, um," he gulps dryly, "the- the rope's for securing all the stuff together in case there's a lot."

"And the handcuffs?"

He lets out a shaky exhale, head dropping. "Those... those were there in case things went south- I'm sorry, okay?! I promise I'll never do anything like this ever again, just- please! Please let me go, I'm sorry!"

"Shut up and put your hands behind your back," you command, ignoring his begs. When he doesn't move fast enough, you press the gun to the back of his head and yell, "I said hands behind your back!"

He whimpers in fear but listens this time, moving his hands back obediently. You yank at one of his wrists, clicking one part of the handcuffs around it before doing the same with the other arm. Tugging at the chain connecting the two parts, you make sure they're secure before pulling back to untangle the rope.

You're faced with zero protests as you circle the rope around the chair and the man's torso, effectively trapping him to it. Checking the rope one more time, you finally shuffle around to stand before him. "There we go. You're not going anywhere until the cops arrive, you hear me?"

When he looks up again, you're ready for more begs and protests, already prepared to shut them down before dialing the police. What you aren't expecting, however, are the tears - actual, real tears - blurring the guy's vision. (Guess Yunho's a much better actor than you'd thought.)

"Pl-please don't call the police," he starts up again, "I know I fucked up, and y-you have all the right to be mad at me, but please, please let me go. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this, it wasn't even my idea, I swear! I promise I'll never- I just- please."

You meet his pleading eyes with a cold, hard look. Saying you're mad would be an understatement; you're positively furious. Somewhere along the way, all of your initial horror and anxiety turned into pure rage, boiling at the fucking audacity of this asshole-

And yet, you can't help but feel a bit bad, too. Despite your obvious mistrust of this complete stranger, the sincerity in his voice does soften you up a little bit.

Besides, if this really wasn't his idea, you should know who to actually send the police after, right? So, really, you can't go wrong with a little questioning. After all, you can just stop at any time and call the cops instead. You can't lose anything by interrogating this prick, he's in the palm of your hand anyway.

"I'll think about it," you finally declare, watching his eyes glimmer with hope, "but you have to answer my questions."

He nods immediately, looking as pitiful as he can.

"Alright then, pretty boy," you mock, slipping his face mask off one ear and then the other before tossing it to the side. His beanie follows suit, revealing a mess of silky, dark locks. "What's your name?"

The man hesitates. "Mingi."

You pause, looking at him incredulously for a second, making him nervous in response.

"W-what?"

"Babe, I'm not calling you Mingi while we're fucking," you whisper, as if that won't break the scene any more than Yunho already has.

"But- why would I actually tell you my real name in this scenario?!" Yunho whisper-shouts back at you. "Besides, we agreed to act like Mingi had sent me here, so it makes sense that I'd want to get back at him and-"

"Okay, okay! I get it!" You interrupt him, exasperated. "Just- let me fix this, then."

Yunho, the absolute brat that he is, lets out a small giggle at your visible irritation. His smile is cut short, however, as the snap of your fingers alerts him to resume his role. Taking a deep breath with his eyes closed, he re-opens them to find you looking equally serious again.

"I-it's Mingi, ma'am."

Yunho should have expected you to get back at him for his small bout of disobedience, yet the startled yelp he lets out is completely genuine. His head is forced back as you pull on his hair, making sure it stings just enough to make him listen again.

"Did you really think you could fool me with such a pathetic lie?!" You grit through your teeth, tightening your grip. "Stop fucking stuttering and look at me when you're talking. I'm already being way too nice for your ass, the least you can do is be honest."

"Yes, ma'am," Yunho stutters out, eyes glazing over anew, "I'm sorry."

"If you're really sorry, then start talking," you hiss, roughly releasing your hold on him. "Don't forget who's in charge here."

Yunho nods meekly, eyes flitting downwards before he remembers your orders and meets your gaze again. "I- my real name's Yunho, Jeong Yunho."

"There you go," you say in a sickly sweet, patronizing tone, and nudge his leg with your foot. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now tell me, who's this Mingi you were talking about?"

"He, um, he's the friend that sent me here," Yunho hesitantly admits, "all of this was pretty much planned by him - the place, the time, the specific apartment I'd go to, everything."

"And why didn't he go himself, huh? Why would he send you if you're as innocent as you claim?"

Yunho shrugs, anxiety visibly spiking in his body as you keep asking additional questions with no freedom in sight. "He just said I'd be better for the job and that he'd give me a small cut, that's really all there is to it."

You hum to yourself thoughtfully, looking the man up and down. It's hard not to comment on the boner already pressing against his jeans, but you know better. For now. "Sounds like you should find some better friends, Yunho," you comment, making him nod ashamedly, bottom lip trembling, "ones that won't get the police called on you."

His eyes widen again at the threat, and the begging immediately resumes from where he'd left off. You quickly shush him again with a finger against his lips, the gun in your other hand pressing into his thigh as a reminder to do as you say. He immediately shuts up again, making you smile and pet his hair condescendingly. "That's right. Remember, you're in no place to be making demands right now. Your freedom's in my hands - and potentially your life, if you really decide to try me."

No whining this time, just compliant silence. Looks like he's finally learned his lesson.

"So, to the important stuff," you begin again, "what exactly were your intentions here?"

"It's just as I've said," Yunho replies, "Mingi scoped out the area first before telling me to come here and get as many valuables as I could."

"Steal, you mean."

"I- yeah," he admits with a sigh, dropping his head down again. You allow it this time, feeling like he won't try to lie to you again after your... gentle reminder.

"Okay," you say, processing all of the information so far, "so you came here alone, right? Is Mingi gonna pick you up anytime soon?"

Yunho shakes his head. "No, I drove here myself. He told me it would be a quick and easy job, anyway."

That makes you pause. At your silence, Yunho's head lifts back up to look at you, only to see your eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"And why exactly did you two think this would be a 'quick and easy job'?"

Yunho shivers at your tone, a strange feeling that he's just massively fucked up washing over him. Nevertheless, he answers honestly, as you've demanded from him. "W-well, you know... You're a single woman living alone, the house would probably be empty since you work long hours, and even if something were to go wrong..."

All of the anger you've managed to suppress suddenly reignites at his words, making you see red. "Then what!?"

Yunho shrinks in on himself, looking like some frightened, cornered animal. "Then it would be easy to overpower you and run away, okay?! That's what Mingi said, not me!"

Another whimper cuts through the air as you yank his head back by his hair again and lean right into him, faces mere inches apart.

"Always this Mingi guy, huh?" You speak venomously, clenching your jaw. "When will you start taking accountability yourself? If you didn't think the same of me, you would have never stepped foot into my home. You think I'm some easy fucking target?!"

"No! I swear I don't! Please, please let me go, I'll do anything!" Yunho sounds absolutely terrified now, eyes almost overflowing with tears as you pull on his hair again.

"Oh, don't even think about leaving this place unscathed now," you mutter, mostly to yourself, but a shiver still runs down Yunho's spine. "Fuck the cops. I'll make sure you learn a real lesson today, Jeong Yunho."

"Please, I'm sorry," Yunho begs again, though he himself isn't sure what for anymore. Just a few minutes ago, he would have been crying tears of joy at the idea of you untying him, but now? He can only shake in his seat and wait for whatever you have in store for him.

"Get on the ground," you command, throwing the rope to the side while keeping an eye on the man before you. As best as he can with his hands still cuffed, he clumsily rises from the chair, drops to his knees, and flops down on his stomach.

Mustering all his core strength, he tries to roll over, but a sudden sharp pain in his back stops him. Squirming under the pointy pressure, he quickly realizes it's the bottom of your high heels.

"Don't even think about moving before I let you," you scold him, adding even more weight onto his back to see him wince and hiss to your liking. "Look at you." You lift your foot, only to then press it back down a few inches to the side. Yunho groans, tensing under you. "Lying on the floor under me. Not so high and mighty now, are we? Am I still an easy target to you?"

"No!" Yunho whines, voice strained under your weight. "I should have never come here, I'm sorry!"

"'s what I thought," you retort, changing spots and pressing down one more time for good measure. Judging by his gasps, you guess you picked an extra sensitive spot.

"Come on," you urge as you move off him, nudging his side with your shoe, "roll over."

Yunho complies with a huff, turning on his back with his hands still trapped together underneath him. You observe him for a second or two, admiring his pretty, disheveled hair and the expanse of his chest filling out the thin, black turtleneck. Looking into his eyes, though, you can see the telltale signs of him slowly slipping into a different headspace.

"How are we faring, thief? What's your color?"

Despite his chest still rapidly rising and falling and his mind halfway gone, Yunho lets out a soft chuckle, staring up at the ceiling with almost loving eyes.

"The greenest green that has ever greened."

It takes all your strength not to break right then and there, watching his dopey smile and fucked-out expression. Of course he's having a blast.

"Good," you say firmly, adjusting back into your stern, angry persona, "because I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Moving to stand between his legs, you kick them even further apart. Yunho looks down in alarm, but bends them at the knees nevertheless, making sure you have enough room.

Shoving the toy handgun into your back pocket for now, you carefully lift one leg. Yunho watches your every move, eyes wide as saucers. Trailing your way up the back of his thigh, you softly press into the soft muscle. Yunho's leg quivers at the sensation, feeling jumpy from your shoes being so close to his most sensitive area.

Moving on from his thigh, you shift over to his perineum and up to his balls, lightly teasing him over his jeans before pressing down with the sole of your shoe. Yunho lets out a desperate, strained sound, eyebrows furrowing at the confusing yet delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

"Wow, would you look at that?" You exclaim in mock surprise, "I wanted to punish you and you're getting hard instead. You're really pathetic, aren't you? And to think you were so cocky coming here."

This time, Yunho doesn't even have the willpower to respond, only nodding meekly while his face turns red. Or, well, even redder than it was before.

"You're something else, I swear," you huff in faux annoyance, pushing down on him one last time before stepping off again. "Let's up the ante then, shall we? Shoes off."

Without a word of complaint or even a semblance of hesitance, Yunho kicks his shoes in a random direction. He doesn't even have to be told to lift his hips when you unbuckle and pull down his pants.

"You've gone really quiet, Yunho," you pout at him mockingly, eliciting a whimper in response. "Have you finally learned your lesson?"

"Yes!" He cries out, giving you his best puppy dog eyes to really try and convince you. "I'll never think of you as an easy target again! A-a-and I'll never, ever come here again, I promise!"

But all of his efforts seem to be in vain as he watches you silently shake your head in disapproval, only to then step between his legs once more. Yunho bites down on his bottom lip as he looks up at you from below, electrifying anticipation running down his body. With his hands trapped beneath his back, he really feels at your mercy now. Completely vulnerable under you, clad in nothing but his turtleneck and boxers, he can only wait for whatever you decide to give him.

"I don't know, thief," you begin, giving him a sad, pitying look, "you look like you're loving this more than anything else. I'm afraid you've learned nothing at all. But don't worry," a wicked smile spreads across your lips as you speak, "I'll make sure we fix that right now."

Just like before, he watches as you lift your foot, but this time, instead of moving toward him, it moves back. He has an idea of what's to come, creating a mix of arousal and unease in his stomach.

"Ready?"

"Please."

And that's all it took for your foot to swing forward, hitting the tent in his boxers.

Yunho moans at the overwhelming sensation, back arching off the floor while his hips desperately try to buck up for more. The laughter it elicits from you only makes him harder, much to his embarrassment.

"Are you serious?" You question, awestruck. "Are you so pathetic that even something like this turns you on?"

Yunho nods eagerly, still squirming under you with his brows furrowed. "Yes! I should have never thought myself above you, I'm sorry!"

"Look at you, finally starting to learn your place," you coo down at him, grinding your shoe into his erection. You alter between pressing down and light kicks, watching the man writhe beneath you as his chest heaves up and down. There is a moment every now and then where you get a bit unsure whether what you're doing is still okay or not, but the growing wet patch on the front of his underwear reassures you every time.

You almost stop once more when you see him tear up again, but all plans of doing so are quickly thrown out the window when you hear the softest, most desperate "I-I'm close".

Truth be told, Yunho's been really close for a while now, even before you untied him and made him lie down. He's been dreaming of this scenario for so long; something about the combination of silly role-playing and intense kinks really gets to him. He also realizes how strange that might sound, though, and so it took him a long time to even gather his courage and tell you about it. And now that it's finally happening? He feels like he's in the most beautiful, degenerate heaven imaginable.

And judging by the wicked, excited spark in your eyes, he can tell you're enjoying yourself just as much.

"Aw, is the cocky little thief gonna cum? Just from me kicking him on the ground?" You ridicule him even further, forcing another whimper from him, which turns into a full-on sob as your foot comes down on his crotch again. "You're ridiculous."

The wet patch on his boxers is glistening now, some of it even sticking to your shoe before you press it back into the fabric, spreading his precum all over.

"Y/N, please," he begs again, using your actual name this time, "I really can't hold it anymore."

"Then let go, my pretty little thing," you reply softly, contrasting the unrelenting teasing of your foot over his boxers, "you did so well, you deserve it."

Yunho thanks you in a weak whine, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to freely enjoy the pleasure now. And it only takes a couple more strokes up and down his cock before his hips buck up uncontrollably, an almost pained expression pulling on his face. You watch as his stomach tenses repeatedly with each wave of pleasure crashing against him, mesmerized by the utter bliss radiating off him. Only for him to drop back down again a few seconds later, every muscle in his body going lax with a loud, relieved groan. You can still feel him twitching under your foot, some of his cum even leaking out through the soaked front of his boxers.

When Yunho opens his eyes again, you're still standing over him, though with a much softer, caring smile on your face. Still feeling fuzzy, he can only watch wordlessly as you kneel by his side. With some help on his part, you get him to sit up before reaching around to uncuff him with the small key you hid in your back pocket. With his hands now free, Yunho rests them against the floor to support himself while he focuses on coming down from his haze. You watch on in silence as the usual spark in his eyes slowly returns.

"You were such a good boy," you murmur, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple. "Did so well for me."

A shiver runs down his spine at the praise, bringing your attention to the turtleneck he still has on. Without hesitation, you gently make him raise his arms, pulling the top off his sweaty chest to let the apartment air cool him off a bit.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, making his eyes finally focus on you.

"Incredible," he breathes out in the most content of sighs, a small chuckle escaping him as he feels the fuzz of his subspace still tingling in his brain.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" You go on, but he shakes his head vehemently.

"Not at all, don't worry," he reassures you with a bashful smile. "It was the perfect amount, actually."

You stand up again before offering Yunho a hand. He gracefully takes it, finally looming above you at full height again. Despite his size, though, it's still you who reaches out to grab his waist, tugging him closer to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Thank you for letting me do all of this, by the way. You have no idea how much it means to me that you trust me so much."

Yunho lets out a small chuckle, averting his gaze. "Please, I should be the one thanking you." Just as you did with him, he holds your hips and presses you even closer before nuzzling his nose against yours. "You literally just made one of my wildest fantasies come true. I'm still feeling all warm and gooey from it. I can never thank you enough for this."

There was no need to say anything after that, leaving the two of you to silently bask in the afterglow.

"...So, shower?" You offered, breaking the quiet with a peck to his lips.

"Yes, please," he breathed out. "Only if you're joining, though."

"Don't worry," you said, giving him a soft smile. "I'll be with you the whole time."

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Easy Target.

Summary: After returning home from work, you find a masked burglar in the middle of your living room. Luckily for you (and him), you're a bit more prepared than he'd anticipated.

AKA a totally legit burglar!sub!Yunho x pissed!hard dom!f!reader

Word count: 4 580

Warnings: roleplay (breaking in, guns, threatening), restraining, CBT, swearing, name-calling, so much begging and apologizing, hair-pulling, reader steps on Yunho for a second lol, reader checks in on Yunho mid-scene

A/N: This fic is the first part of my 2024 sub!Yunho Kinktober! The event's masterlist can be found here.

You sluggishly exit the elevator once the doors open on your apartment's floor, trudging your way down the corridor. It has been a long day at work and frankly, you can't wait to just get out of these heels and put on your favorite TV show.

But right as you reach your front door, you stop dead in your tracks.

The door's open.

Just a sliver, sure, but open nonetheless. Did you forget to close it this morning? Maybe the lock broke and it stopped shutting properly?

No, no, you were 100% certain you double-checked them when you were leaving. None of your friends know the passcode either, so there's no way it's any of them coming over. Besides, they'd definitely text or call you before letting themselves in like this, and you currently have zero notifications on your phone.

Something's wrong, you can feel it.

You barely hesitate when you reach into your bag to discard your phone and pull out your handgun instead. You've only had it for a few months now, but even just having it on hand already eases your anxiety a considerable bit. Of course, you're really hoping for all of this to be a false alarm, but one can never be too sure.

The cool plastic metal feels heavy in your hands as you slowly push the door open, just enough to slip through before shutting it again - properly this time. As quietly as possible, you force your legs to move down the hallway and further into the apartment. You silently curse at your choice of footwear today, but don't dare take them off now in fear of making too much noise or getting jumped in the process.

And the further you walk, the happier you are that you chose to do so. As you near the living room, you can hear the unmistakable sounds of someone shuffling about. Your heartbeat skyrockets at the sound, the realization that someone really is inside your home finally dawning on you.

Fuck, are they alone? Are they also armed? Will they try to fight you? Should you turn back and call the police?

No, you have to do this. With a weapon in hand and the intruder(s) seemingly oblivious to your presence, you know you'll have the upper hand.

Taking one, two, three deep breaths to steel yourself, you finally jump out from behind the corner.

"Hands up! A-and don't even think about doing anything stupid!"

You surprise yourself with the force in your voice, your subconscious seemingly working alongside you to make you seem as intimidating as possible. You can't afford to give these fuckers even a smidge of confidence, after all.

But as your eyes finally take in the scene, you realize there's just... one fucker.

One seemingly very startled fucker, in fact.

You can't see his face yet with his back to you, but you do see him almost jumping out of his skin at your sudden command. Noting his tall, broad frame, you're really grateful for the gun in your hands. Even just by his choice of clothes, you can tell this guy is up to no good; dressed in black from head to toe, beanie and face mask included. Judging by his awkward stance in front of the TV, you guess he was probably looking to steal it.

Finally registering your command, he slowly raises his hands up. As he stands there, frozen, you notice they're shaking. Good.

"Turn around," you spit, "slowly."

Once again, he complies, a bit faster this time, granting you a proper look at his face. His (admittedly very pretty) eyes are wide with surprise, but the moment they see the gun pointing right at him, that surprise turns to fear. You can't help the wave of excitement from washing over you at the sight of his meek form, seemingly powerless against you. This big, strong man, obeying your every command without question.

Ehm. Let's focus for now (and ignore the thought he's very likely feeling the exact same rush right now for the sake of your own sanity).

Fidgeting with the handgun in your hand to get a better grip, your voice gains more confidence. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

The question clearly takes the stranger by surprise, but he quickly tries to compose himself and answer. "I-I was- well- they told me to come here, I'm sorry!"

Huh. Sounds like he's alone, then.

You spare a glance away from him for just a second, long enough to briefly examine the scene around you. Luckily, you don't see any potential weapons around. What does catch your eye, however, is the matching black duffel bag on the floor a few feet away from you. From the opening at the top, you can see some of your more expensive belongings poking out, even further confirming the stranger's intentions. But then, in a smaller side pocket, you spot a coil of rope.

An idea immediately forms in your mind.

"Listen to me," you bark, "you're gonna go in the kitchen and bring me a chair, got it? And don't even think about running, you're not getting anywhere with this." Waving the gun in your hand for emphasis, you point your other hand in the direction of the kitchen. Confusion flicks through his eyes for a second, but he obeys nevertheless. His steps are careful and slow, making sure he makes no sudden moves to set you off any further.

Setting the chair down in the middle of the living room, Yunho the stranger waits for further instructions.

"Fuck are you waiting for? Sit down."

As he gets seated on the chair facing away from you, you move over to his bag to retrieve the rope. When you pull it out, though, you're surprised to see a pair of handcuffs fall out alongside it. They clink against the floor, and you hear the man stiffen in his seat.

"Mind telling me what these two are for?" You ask, dangling the items in his face from behind. You notice his hands are neatly placed in his lap, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible. The clear show of submission excites you more than you care to admit.

"Those, um," he gulps dryly, "the- the rope's for securing all the stuff together in case there's a lot."

"And the handcuffs?"

He lets out a shaky exhale, head dropping. "Those... those were there in case things went south- I'm sorry, okay?! I promise I'll never do anything like this ever again, just- please! Please let me go, I'm sorry!"

"Shut up and put your hands behind your back," you command, ignoring his begs. When he doesn't move fast enough, you press the gun to the back of his head and yell, "I said hands behind your back!"

He whimpers in fear but listens this time, moving his hands back obediently. You yank at one of his wrists, clicking one part of the handcuffs around it before doing the same with the other arm. Tugging at the chain connecting the two parts, you make sure they're secure before pulling back to untangle the rope.

You're faced with zero protests as you circle the rope around the chair and the man's torso, effectively trapping him to it. Checking the rope one more time, you finally shuffle around to stand before him. "There we go. You're not going anywhere until the cops arrive, you hear me?"

When he looks up again, you're ready for more begs and protests, already prepared to shut them down before dialing the police. What you aren't expecting, however, are the tears - actual, real tears - blurring the guy's vision. (Guess Yunho's a much better actor than you'd thought.)

"Pl-please don't call the police," he starts up again, "I know I fucked up, and y-you have all the right to be mad at me, but please, please let me go. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this, it wasn't even my idea, I swear! I promise I'll never- I just- please."

You meet his pleading eyes with a cold, hard look. Saying you're mad would be an understatement; you're positively furious. Somewhere along the way, all of your initial horror and anxiety turned into pure rage, boiling at the fucking audacity of this asshole-

And yet, you can't help but feel a bit bad, too. Despite your obvious mistrust of this complete stranger, the sincerity in his voice does soften you up a little bit.

Besides, if this really wasn't his idea, you should know who to actually send the police after, right? So, really, you can't go wrong with a little questioning. After all, you can just stop at any time and call the cops instead. You can't lose anything by interrogating this prick, he's in the palm of your hand anyway.

"I'll think about it," you finally declare, watching his eyes glimmer with hope, "but you have to answer my questions."

He nods immediately, looking as pitiful as he can.

"Alright then, pretty boy," you mock, slipping his face mask off one ear and then the other before tossing it to the side. His beanie follows suit, revealing a mess of silky, dark locks. "What's your name?"

The man hesitates. "Mingi."

You pause, looking at him incredulously for a second, making him nervous in response.

"W-what?"

"Babe, I'm not calling you Mingi while we're fucking," you whisper, as if that won't break the scene any more than Yunho already has.

"But- why would I actually tell you my real name in this scenario?!" Yunho whisper-shouts back at you. "Besides, we agreed to act like Mingi had sent me here, so it makes sense that I'd want to get back at him and-"

"Okay, okay! I get it!" You interrupt him, exasperated. "Just- let me fix this, then."

Yunho, the absolute brat that he is, lets out a small giggle at your visible irritation. His smile is cut short, however, as the snap of your fingers alerts him to resume his role. Taking a deep breath with his eyes closed, he re-opens them to find you looking equally serious again.

"I-it's Mingi, ma'am."

Yunho should have expected you to get back at him for his small bout of disobedience, yet the startled yelp he lets out is completely genuine. His head is forced back as you pull on his hair, making sure it stings just enough to make him listen again.

"Did you really think you could fool me with such a pathetic lie?!" You grit through your teeth, tightening your grip. "Stop fucking stuttering and look at me when you're talking. I'm already being way too nice for your ass, the least you can do is be honest."

"Yes, ma'am," Yunho stutters out, eyes glazing over anew, "I'm sorry."

"If you're really sorry, then start talking," you hiss, roughly releasing your hold on him. "Don't forget who's in charge here."

Yunho nods meekly, eyes flitting downwards before he remembers your orders and meets your gaze again. "I- my real name's Yunho, Jeong Yunho."

"There you go," you say in a sickly sweet, patronizing tone, and nudge his leg with your foot. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now tell me, who's this Mingi you were talking about?"

"He, um, he's the friend that sent me here," Yunho hesitantly admits, "all of this was pretty much planned by him - the place, the time, the specific apartment I'd go to, everything."

"And why didn't he go himself, huh? Why would he send you if you're as innocent as you claim?"

Yunho shrugs, anxiety visibly spiking in his body as you keep asking additional questions with no freedom in sight. "He just said I'd be better for the job and that he'd give me a small cut, that's really all there is to it."

You hum to yourself thoughtfully, looking the man up and down. It's hard not to comment on the boner already pressing against his jeans, but you know better. For now. "Sounds like you should find some better friends, Yunho," you comment, making him nod ashamedly, bottom lip trembling, "ones that won't get the police called on you."

His eyes widen again at the threat, and the begging immediately resumes from where he'd left off. You quickly shush him again with a finger against his lips, the gun in your other hand pressing into his thigh as a reminder to do as you say. He immediately shuts up again, making you smile and pet his hair condescendingly. "That's right. Remember, you're in no place to be making demands right now. Your freedom's in my hands - and potentially your life, if you really decide to try me."

No whining this time, just compliant silence. Looks like he's finally learned his lesson.

"So, to the important stuff," you begin again, "what exactly were your intentions here?"

"It's just as I've said," Yunho replies, "Mingi scoped out the area first before telling me to come here and get as many valuables as I could."

"Steal, you mean."

"I- yeah," he admits with a sigh, dropping his head down again. You allow it this time, feeling like he won't try to lie to you again after your... gentle reminder.

"Okay," you say, processing all of the information so far, "so you came here alone, right? Is Mingi gonna pick you up anytime soon?"

Yunho shakes his head. "No, I drove here myself. He told me it would be a quick and easy job, anyway."

That makes you pause. At your silence, Yunho's head lifts back up to look at you, only to see your eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"And why exactly did you two think this would be a 'quick and easy job'?"

Yunho shivers at your tone, a strange feeling that he's just massively fucked up washing over him. Nevertheless, he answers honestly, as you've demanded from him. "W-well, you know... You're a single woman living alone, the house would probably be empty since you work long hours, and even if something were to go wrong..."

All of the anger you've managed to suppress suddenly reignites at his words, making you see red. "Then what!?"

Yunho shrinks in on himself, looking like some frightened, cornered animal. "Then it would be easy to overpower you and run away, okay?! That's what Mingi said, not me!"

Another whimper cuts through the air as you yank his head back by his hair again and lean right into him, faces mere inches apart.

"Always this Mingi guy, huh?" You speak venomously, clenching your jaw. "When will you start taking accountability yourself? If you didn't think the same of me, you would have never stepped foot into my home. You think I'm some easy fucking target?!"

"No! I swear I don't! Please, please let me go, I'll do anything!" Yunho sounds absolutely terrified now, eyes almost overflowing with tears as you pull on his hair again.

"Oh, don't even think about leaving this place unscathed now," you mutter, mostly to yourself, but a shiver still runs down Yunho's spine. "Fuck the cops. I'll make sure you learn a real lesson today, Jeong Yunho."

"Please, I'm sorry," Yunho begs again, though he himself isn't sure what for anymore. Just a few minutes ago, he would have been crying tears of joy at the idea of you untying him, but now? He can only shake in his seat and wait for whatever you have in store for him.

"Get on the ground," you command, throwing the rope to the side while keeping an eye on the man before you. As best as he can with his hands still cuffed, he clumsily rises from the chair, drops to his knees, and flops down on his stomach.

Mustering all his core strength, he tries to roll over, but a sudden sharp pain in his back stops him. Squirming under the pointy pressure, he quickly realizes it's the bottom of your high heels.

"Don't even think about moving before I let you," you scold him, adding even more weight onto his back to see him wince and hiss to your liking. "Look at you." You lift your foot, only to then press it back down a few inches to the side. Yunho groans, tensing under you. "Lying on the floor under me. Not so high and mighty now, are we? Am I still an easy target to you?"

"No!" Yunho whines, voice strained under your weight. "I should have never come here, I'm sorry!"

"'s what I thought," you retort, changing spots and pressing down one more time for good measure. Judging by his gasps, you guess you picked an extra sensitive spot.

"Come on," you urge as you move off him, nudging his side with your shoe, "roll over."

Yunho complies with a huff, turning on his back with his hands still trapped together underneath him. You observe him for a second or two, admiring his pretty, disheveled hair and the expanse of his chest filling out the thin, black turtleneck. Looking into his eyes, though, you can see the telltale signs of him slowly slipping into a different headspace.

"How are we faring, thief? What's your color?"

Despite his chest still rapidly rising and falling and his mind halfway gone, Yunho lets out a soft chuckle, staring up at the ceiling with almost loving eyes.

"The greenest green that has ever greened."

It takes all your strength not to break right then and there, watching his dopey smile and fucked-out expression. Of course he's having a blast.

"Good," you say firmly, adjusting back into your stern, angry persona, "because I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Moving to stand between his legs, you kick them even further apart. Yunho looks down in alarm, but bends them at the knees nevertheless, making sure you have enough room.

Shoving the toy handgun into your back pocket for now, you carefully lift one leg. Yunho watches your every move, eyes wide as saucers. Trailing your way up the back of his thigh, you softly press into the soft muscle. Yunho's leg quivers at the sensation, feeling jumpy from your shoes being so close to his most sensitive area.

Moving on from his thigh, you shift over to his perineum and up to his balls, lightly teasing him over his jeans before pressing down with the sole of your shoe. Yunho lets out a desperate, strained sound, eyebrows furrowing at the confusing yet delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

"Wow, would you look at that?" You exclaim in mock surprise, "I wanted to punish you and you're getting hard instead. You're really pathetic, aren't you? And to think you were so cocky coming here."

This time, Yunho doesn't even have the willpower to respond, only nodding meekly while his face turns red. Or, well, even redder than it was before.

"You're something else, I swear," you huff in faux annoyance, pushing down on him one last time before stepping off again. "Let's up the ante then, shall we? Shoes off."

Without a word of complaint or even a semblance of hesitance, Yunho kicks his shoes in a random direction. He doesn't even have to be told to lift his hips when you unbuckle and pull down his pants.

"You've gone really quiet, Yunho," you pout at him mockingly, eliciting a whimper in response. "Have you finally learned your lesson?"

"Yes!" He cries out, giving you his best puppy dog eyes to really try and convince you. "I'll never think of you as an easy target again! A-a-and I'll never, ever come here again, I promise!"

But all of his efforts seem to be in vain as he watches you silently shake your head in disapproval, only to then step between his legs once more. Yunho bites down on his bottom lip as he looks up at you from below, electrifying anticipation running down his body. With his hands trapped beneath his back, he really feels at your mercy now. Completely vulnerable under you, clad in nothing but his turtleneck and boxers, he can only wait for whatever you decide to give him.

"I don't know, thief," you begin, giving him a sad, pitying look, "you look like you're loving this more than anything else. I'm afraid you've learned nothing at all. But don't worry," a wicked smile spreads across your lips as you speak, "I'll make sure we fix that right now."

Just like before, he watches as you lift your foot, but this time, instead of moving toward him, it moves back. He has an idea of what's to come, creating a mix of arousal and unease in his stomach.

"Ready?"

"Please."

And that's all it took for your foot to swing forward, hitting the tent in his boxers.

Yunho moans at the overwhelming sensation, back arching off the floor while his hips desperately try to buck up for more. The laughter it elicits from you only makes him harder, much to his embarrassment.

"Are you serious?" You question, awestruck. "Are you so pathetic that even something like this turns you on?"

Yunho nods eagerly, still squirming under you with his brows furrowed. "Yes! I should have never thought myself above you, I'm sorry!"

"Look at you, finally starting to learn your place," you coo down at him, grinding your shoe into his erection. You alter between pressing down and light kicks, watching the man writhe beneath you as his chest heaves up and down. There is a moment every now and then where you get a bit unsure whether what you're doing is still okay or not, but the growing wet patch on the front of his underwear reassures you every time.

You almost stop once more when you see him tear up again, but all plans of doing so are quickly thrown out the window when you hear the softest, most desperate "I-I'm close".

Truth be told, Yunho's been really close for a while now, even before you untied him and made him lie down. He's been dreaming of this scenario for so long; something about the combination of silly role-playing and intense kinks really gets to him. He also realizes how strange that might sound, though, and so it took him a long time to even gather his courage and tell you about it. And now that it's finally happening? He feels like he's in the most beautiful, degenerate heaven imaginable.

And judging by the wicked, excited spark in your eyes, he can tell you're enjoying yourself just as much.

"Aw, is the cocky little thief gonna cum? Just from me kicking him on the ground?" You ridicule him even further, forcing another whimper from him, which turns into a full-on sob as your foot comes down on his crotch again. "You're ridiculous."

The wet patch on his boxers is glistening now, some of it even sticking to your shoe before you press it back into the fabric, spreading his precum all over.

"Y/N, please," he begs again, using your actual name this time, "I really can't hold it anymore."

"Then let go, my pretty little thing," you reply softly, contrasting the unrelenting teasing of your foot over his boxers, "you did so well, you deserve it."

Yunho thanks you in a weak whine, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to freely enjoy the pleasure now. And it only takes a couple more strokes up and down his cock before his hips buck up uncontrollably, an almost pained expression pulling on his face. You watch as his stomach tenses repeatedly with each wave of pleasure crashing against him, mesmerized by the utter bliss radiating off him. Only for him to drop back down again a few seconds later, every muscle in his body going lax with a loud, relieved groan. You can still feel him twitching under your foot, some of his cum even leaking out through the soaked front of his boxers.

When Yunho opens his eyes again, you're still standing over him, though with a much softer, caring smile on your face. Still feeling fuzzy, he can only watch wordlessly as you kneel by his side. With some help on his part, you get him to sit up before reaching around to uncuff him with the small key you hid in your back pocket. With his hands now free, Yunho rests them against the floor to support himself while he focuses on coming down from his haze. You watch on in silence as the usual spark in his eyes slowly returns.

"You were such a good boy," you murmur, leaning over to press a kiss to his temple. "Did so well for me."

A shiver runs down his spine at the praise, bringing your attention to the turtleneck he still has on. Without hesitation, you gently make him raise his arms, pulling the top off his sweaty chest to let the apartment air cool him off a bit.

"How are you feeling?" You ask, making his eyes finally focus on you.

"Incredible," he breathes out in the most content of sighs, a small chuckle escaping him as he feels the fuzz of his subspace still tingling in his brain.

"I wasn't too rough with you, was I?" You go on, but he shakes his head vehemently.

"Not at all, don't worry," he reassures you with a bashful smile. "It was the perfect amount, actually."

You stand up again before offering Yunho a hand. He gracefully takes it, finally looming above you at full height again. Despite his size, though, it's still you who reaches out to grab his waist, tugging him closer to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Thank you for letting me do all of this, by the way. You have no idea how much it means to me that you trust me so much."

Yunho lets out a small chuckle, averting his gaze. "Please, I should be the one thanking you." Just as you did with him, he holds your hips and presses you even closer before nuzzling his nose against yours. "You literally just made one of my wildest fantasies come true. I'm still feeling all warm and gooey from it. I can never thank you enough for this."

There was no need to say anything after that, leaving the two of you to silently bask in the afterglow.

"...So, shower?" You offered, breaking the quiet with a peck to his lips.

"Yes, please," he breathed out. "Only if you're joining, though."

"Don't worry," you said, giving him a soft smile. "I'll be with you the whole time."

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How bend-over-able are the Ateez members? | MTL

...and how would they react to seeing themselves in the mirror during it?

Desc.: what it says on the tin, 1 762 words, sub!ateez x dom!reader smut, implied pegging if you're afab (tbh some of these don't even have to be about penetration), assumed established relationship, mostly suggestive, slightly fluffy if you squint

1. Hongjoong - Loves it loves it loves it. Did I mention he loves it? It makes him feel so slutty and attractive, like you just can't help yourself and need him right then and there. Be it over the kitchen counter, your desk, or the couch, just take him anywhere and everywhere. Over time, the two of you might even make it a game of sorts - whenever Joong wears that pretty green bracelet on his wrist, you already know he's prepped himself that morning and is keeping himself ready with a plug for when you'll inevitably pounce on him. He loves the thrill and surprise of it, you love how he plans in advance to accommodate your every desire. It's a win-win, really.

As for seeing himself during the act, he's a bit confusing. Mirrors are too clear and distracting for him, but seeing your joint reflection in something more matte or colorful really gets him going. He likes both feeling and seeing as you drive into him, making him really hold onto the couch cushions as he watches you two in the dark TV screen.

2. Seonghwa - While Seonghwa definitely likes it when you bend him over, what really gets him is when he bends over for you. He loves the immediate attention it gets him as your eyes trace his every line and curve, whatever you were about to say disappearing from your lips. The way such a simple motion can completely entrance you, drawing you to him like the strongest magnet known to man, riles him up like nothing else. After a few seconds of pure tension, when you finally reach him, he lets you take the lead, lets you get lost in the feeling of, well, him. And while he may be the one who's about to be taken, it's only because you couldn't resist his purposeful charms and movements. Make him feel worshipped, lavished, and powerful, like you've never experienced anything as wonderful as him.

Doesn't really enjoy mirrors, preferring to instead use his imagination to think about how debauched he must look right now. It feels like a dirty little secret he keeps in his mind while you claim him from behind.

3. Wooyoung - This one loves it, end of story. He loves teasing you with it like Seonghwa, loves being surprised by it like Hongjoong, and anything in between. It makes him feel both desired and a little bit more in control than usual since he's still mostly standing and able to move around more while you're inside him. He likes how natural it feels for either of you to initiate this way, and how effective it is in turning the other on. He loves teasing you with it as well, bending over right in front of you to present his best assets, only to scamper away into the bedroom, laughing giddily as you run after him. It's not like either of you mind the chase, though, since it just makes you go that much harder on him once you finally get him under you. Another big plus is how convenient it is whenever there's no bed around or when you're near other people. Your hand clamps down over his mouth, silencing most of his sounds while you drive him up the bathroom counter.

And don't even get me started if there's a mirror in front of him, god. He'd love to look at himself as you're ruining him, only to then cheekily meet your eyes in the reflection. You can't see his smile under your hand, but you can tell it's there from the way his eyes turn into playful, twinkling crescents. He feels so sexy like this, and judging by your intense, laser-focused expression, he knows you agree.

4. Yeosang - Now, contrary to his reserved personality, Yeosang is down for a lot more than most people might think. Similar to Hongjoong, he loves the spontaneity of it and how much it shows your genuine want for him, along with how powerless he gets to feel when you just bend him over to your will whenever you so desire. The only downside is that once you really get into it and are stimulating his g-spot, it's so hard for him to stay in position. Your touch from the inside makes him incredibly squirmy, and if it wasn't for your other hand holding him up by the waist, his knees would have given out long ago. When he does cum eventually, you need to be quick to catch him or he'll literally fall to the ground. Hold him as you slowly slide down with him and make him feel safe in your arms while he comes down from his high. The more secure he feels with you, the more eager he is to do this again in the future <3

As for mirrors, they scare him for most of your session... until he's feeling so submissive and desperate for release that most of his inhibitions disappear. By that point, seeing himself only feeds that craving for powerlessness even more and gets him that much closer to the edge. In other words, if timed right, you'll get him to cum almost immediately; if not, you'll have to reassure him and start all over again. High risk, high reward.

5. San - Being an ass-man himself, he definitely understands the appeal of this position for you and is happy to indulge you often as long as you make him feel good in return. He also enjoys the slightly primal feel of it, much like when you get him on all fours on the bed. He likes feeling conquered, pushed into submission, but only because you wanted him so much you just had to have him. He feels pursued and admired, in a way. Sexy. However, like I said, all of those feelings can be evoked in the comfort of your bed too, and most of the time, San would prefer that over the table or the counter. If that isn't available, though, you can definitely count on him to hold steady and eagerly push back against you as you claim what's yours.

Sometimes, seeing himself in the mirror turns him on further, other times it's too distracting. With San, it all depends on the mood and how adventurous he's feeling that day, really.

6. Jongho - While he definitely enjoys being manhandled by you at unexpected times, Jongho has to be in a very specific type of mood to really enjoy himself like this. That being when he wants you to dom him without any mercy, moving inside him rough and fast. In those moments, he's more than ready to be ravished by you, wanting to feel weak and small. Unlike your usual switchy or soft-dom times, he just wants to let go, to turn off his brain completely while you do whatever you want to him and make your authority physically known. Don't go easy on him, really press him down into that kitchen counter, lean over his back and bite his shoulder while you use him as you please. You both know the safeword, and until then, everything's fair game.

The only permanent "no" from Jongho are mirrors or reflections of any kind, since it distracts him too much and he can't properly get into the headspace he craves so much.

7. Yunho - This one's a bit conflicted. On one hand, bending over means no direct eye contact, which usually makes him really shy and, in turn, more tense than either of you would like. On the other hand, letting you push him down and fuck him from behind makes him feel a little too exposed and slutty, which leads to him blushing and clamping down even more than normal. So, unless you're willing to put in additional time just to get him to relax and come out of his shell, you're probably better off just facing him on the bed and loosening him up until he's properly ready for you. If you do have the time and will, though, he's happy to try and let go for you. In addition, if the two of you succeed, it makes him feel really relaxed and proud of himself afterwards. To put it simply, more time and effort will bear bigger rewards, but it may not be the most convenient or comfortable option for either of you.

Due to the reasons stated above, definitely do not bring a mirror into the equation, since it would just combine the worst of both worlds and he's stuttering his safeword in two minutes tops.

8. Mingi - Despite loving it when you get rough and impatient with him, Mingi is also really big on intimacy when submissive. He loves to look into your eyes as you take him, make sure you can see just how good you're making him feel while he gets to feel small and safe in return. Sometimes he does like to indulge in you fucking him on all fours, sure, but that's because he can still feel your touch on most of his body and loves it when you drape yourself over his back as if you're shielding him from the world. When you bend him over, though, he doesn't really get either. Even if he turns around to look at you while you do it, it just doesn't feel the same and it strains his back and neck after a while. And, well, given his size, it's hard to really lay over him in this position when he can't arch his back and press his chest into the desk properly. So, no matter how many times you've tried this, eventually, it always ends with either Mingi pausing to turn around, or just moving to the bedroom altogether to lie down and face you comfortably. As hot as he'd look bent over for you, it never lasts long, if it even gets to that in the first place, sorry.

Not even a mirror can fix his issue since he wants to see you, not himself. So when he's facing it so closely and directly, his eyes keep flitting to himself until he gets too self-conscious and shy to continue.

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Love Again - @xomakara ✴ | single parent au, single parent!yunho x single parent!reader

You're a lonely single mother sleeping with your coworker, Yunho, who is also a lonely single dad, for the past few months. One night, after a passionate moment, Yunho suggests that maybe it's time for your daughter and his daughter to finally meet.

P☆RNST☆R - @slutforwoo ✴ | nerd!yunho x gothcamgirl!reader

Yunho’s friends notice him overworking himself like never before. Hongjoong, being the good friend he is, recommends his favorite camgirl. In hopes he can start to destress himself. But being the workaholic he is, he decides to start tutoring for extra cash. Y/n is failing her chemistry classes again. Again. On probation with the school, she agrees to get a tutor. Well, who would’ve thought that tutor would end up being Yunho, and that during one of their study sessions he’ll recognize that back tattoo of his new favorite pastime? Guess we have to find out, don’t we?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Drill - @byuntrash101 ✴

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

Prove Her Wrong - @kp-alice ✴ | sub bf!yunho

Yunho knew that what that stranger had said to him back then wasn't true. He quite literally had physical evidence to prove it. And yet, he couldn't help but think about her comment a little too often.

Can't Get Rid Of You - @yunniverse | academic rivals to lovers au

both you and yunho are chosen to attend the same conference, staying in a local hotel, only there’s only one room, and you both seemingly hate each other

Is that me? - @evenyvn | streamer!yunho x gf!reader

in which yunho makes his in game avatar eerily similar to you and thought no one will notice.

Raw Need - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | omegaverse au, alpha!yunho x omega!reader

your first rut washed rough over you... and even if you didn't wanna do anything about it... your man made sure he'd fuck you senseless thru your rut.

Highs And Lows - @slutteok ✴ | gamer!yunho

you and yunho always joked about getting a dog bed.

09:12 - @atinyslittleworld | protective friend!yunho

Yunho’s protective instincts surface when a persistent stalker confronts Y/N, revealing his possessive side and sparking unexpected emotions.

23:13 PM - @hwaightme | bf!yunho

to be loved is to be heard, and yunho reminds you of this again and again, knowing you beyond the literal and the expected.

Dibs - @s4nniebe4r | rival!yunho

somebody keeps stealing your favorite chair

Find You In My Heart - @anxiouscherubs ✴ | friends to lovers au

the one where you get dumped and your best friend is there to help you realize what you truly deserve… what’s been in front of you all along.

Playing In Glass Houses - @honeyhotteoks ✴

the idea was simple, buy a new toy and spice up your relationship. you didn’t expect it to be like this.

The Fall - @honeyhotteoks | idol bf!yunho x dancer!reader

during dance practice for the upcoming tour, you fall from a dangerous position, yunho reacts and gets you to the hospital.

In The Act - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | roommate!yunho

you and yunho are roommates. he never comes home early, except for the one time he does and catches you in the middle of touching yourself and moaning his name.

Darling Mine - @yuyusbabygirl ✴

You spend the night at your boyfriend's place for the first time and he really likes it when you wear his clothes

Pretty Hands - @starcrossedmusings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

You and Yunho have been friends for years, and you tell each other everything. He suddenly takes a much more vested interest in your love life when you can't stop mentioning your newest interest.

Too Sweet - @hongjoongspoetry ✴ | upcoming rockstar!yunho, opposites attract au

Two complete opposites who are quickly falling for each other, one wanting more but the other afraid of all the things that could go wrong.

Testing The Waters - @stayteezdreams | friends to lovers au

While attending a Halloween party, you learn Yunho's mystery costume was really just a plan to make his feelings for you a bit more obvious.

Tension And Desires - @xomakara ✴ | oblivious friends to lovers au

You and Yunho are friends who are oblivious to each other's feelings. Despite the playful animosity between you two, a strong sexual tension simmers beneath the surface. After a night of flirting and drinking, you finally give in to your desires…

Snuggles And Cuddles - @makeitmingi | drunk bf!yunho

Yunho has the best alcohol tolerance amongst his friends. However, after a night out, you didn't think that his best friend would bring him home, absolutely wasted. Seems like alcohol unlocks a whole new side of your boyfriend you didn't know existed

Kinktober 2024 : Breeding - @desirehorizon ✴

an innocent question to your boyfriend leaves you pumped full of his cum - what an evening!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Puppy With An MAcc - @kp-alice | client!yunho x dominatrix!reader

Despite officially retiring as a professional dominatrix months ago, there's one client you've decided to keep. Maybe it's because of the generous amount he pays, or maybe, just maybe, it's more than that. With the lines between the two of you continuously blurring, you can't help but return every time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A "First" Date - @wooyoungiewritings ✴ | best friends to lovers au

Your best friend Yunho and you always find dates for each other, trying to help each other out with love. You always try to find the best ones for each other, but one day, Yunho sets you up with his “friend”, and you quickly realize that your best friend wants to prove a point. And maybe he actually knows you better than you think - in multiple ways.

All I Want For Christmas Is You - @starrysvn | friends to lovers au, fake dating au

college christmas parties, one way or another, always offered you the clarity you needed. like when you asked your friend yunho to be your fake boyfriend for the holidays

Feeling Like I Do - @sorryimananti-romantic | best friends to lovers au

you and yunho have been best friends since forever and neighbours for a while, and you find it harder with each passing day to hide your feelings for him.

Player 9 - @pirateprincessblog ✴ | football player/coach!yunho x aunt!reader

finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life.

Muse - @yunholuvrr ✴ | model!yunho x photographer!reader

Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

Opposites Attract - @tainsan ✴ | college au, tutor!yunho

you are on the verge of being expelled, so your teacher helps you find a tutor, yet what you weren't expecting was much more than just tutoring sessions.

Come Fly With Me - @hwaightme | pilot!yunho x journalist!reader

Aerophobia - the fear of flying. And clearly, something that your boss has no idea exists. While you curse the universe and the metal bird, your handsome seatmate ponders if it is possible to redirect this flight, from Gwangju, to your heart.

Good Boy - @yuyusboyfriend ✴

helping your roommate with a hard problem...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Puppyboys4you.com - @kitten4sannie ✴ | camboy!yunho

dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

Something To Give Eachother - @sungbeam | childhood best friends to lovers au

yunho might have been the superstar out of the two of you, but you have always been the center of his universe. (you — it's always been you.)

739 Yunho - @potatomountain ✴ |cnc, sexworker!yunho

with sex work legal, it was as readily available as texting *739, filling out the form sent, and either choosing your partner or letting the company choose you. Even the more controversial kinks were accommodated, and that was something you wanted.

Hide And Seek - @kitten4sannie ✴ | cnc, bf!yunho

You and Yunho play your favorite game together. 

Hunted - @mulloey ✴ | cnc, internet hookup!yunho

it’s all a game, he says. you’re desperate to play.

[2:12 am] - @hwaflms | bf!yunho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Do You Have Abs? - @vent-stink

A Special Gift - @xuchiya | bf!yunho

[1:15] - @yuyusgirlie | husband!yunho

Four In The Morning - @ateezmakemeweep ✴ | strangers to lovers au

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Arrogant CEO Yunho Who Gets Knocked Down By His Cute Little Intern - @crimsonbubble ✴ | ceo!yunho x intern!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Untitled - @seobinghard

Your Skin Is Against My Body - @323cutie ✴

The Way You Look At Me - @323cutie

Anniversaries - @x0x0josephinex0x0 | bf!yunho

Photoshoot - @atinysunbaby | idol!yunho x idol!reader

[decayedgf]

When you hit the right spot and he becomes a whimpering and crying mess.

[gliitterspiit-deactivated202604]

Fuck him so well he can't look you in the eyes after

[d1gitalg1rlz-deactivated2026042]

tease a pretty boy and humiliate him till he becomes all flustered and needy that he starts getting off to being treated that way. aw you’re hard already? that’s pathetic

[kp-alice]

Red Light, No Entry | Maknae line

Summary: sub!Ateez scenarios about you/them stopping a scene

Word count: 7 838

Warnings: written at the beginning of each member's scenario, other than that just general awkwardness and misunderstandings

A/N: This post is the sixth and last part of my Kinktober 2024 series! You can find the masterlist for it here.

A/N 2: Since the fic got quite long, I split it into two parts - you can find the hyung line here!

San (choking, very mild fighting and manhandling at the beginning)

It all began with a small, harmless fight. You and San were making dinner, and your boyfriend apparently decided that was a good time to tease you for entertainment. First, it began with small pokes and prods to your sides as you worked, distracting you from the vegetables you were chopping. You were quick to reprimand him, and with the knife you were currently wielding in your hand, San was easily convinced to calm back down.

...For like two minutes.

Since he was now banned from touching you, San resorted to playfully holding things out of reach, going as far as to hold them up above your head, giggling when you struggled to grab them.

At first, you just huffed in annoyance, resorting to a small jump to quickly snatch the seasoning packet from him before he could try anything else. The second time, he got a stern, low warning as you stirred the pot in front of you, side-eyeing him until he put the salt back down.

The third time, though, you were fed up.

"San, I told you not to-" you growled frustratedly, pulling him to you by whatever you could latch onto first. And, well, since you were already about to reach up to grab the item he was holding, your hand naturally landed on his neck.

You were about to continue your scolding, but the sudden lowering of his arm made you pause. Your eyes fell down to his, seeing them widen and gloss over.

"He-" San began, only to gulp dryly, forcing him to quietly clear his throat, "here."

To your utter shock, he handed you the soy sauce himself, the faintest of tremors running through his wrist.

"Oh, um- thank you?" You said, confused, putting the soy sauce down on the counter. You were worried at first, thinking you'd hurt or scared him somehow and he wanted to escape the situation, but something about his demeanor told you this was different. Your hand was still wrapped around his neck, though now considerably looser, wrist resting on his collarbones. "That was easier than I thought. What made you change your mind so quick, hm?"

You watched in real time as San's face turned red, unprepared for your sudden curiosity. "No-nothing! Really, it's fine!"

Silence stretched on between the two of you as you assessed him, looking deep into his eyes to find the truth.

"Is that so?" You finally asked, a small smile on your lips. You weren't totally sure about your read of the situation, but considering San's pliant state, you decided to try and guess anyway.

Before he knew it, the relaxed fingers grazing his neck sprang to life, re-wrapping around him with gentle pressure. It was more symbolic than anything, and yet the gesture made him gasp out loud, eyes widening.

"So it definitely wasn't because of this, right?" You sarcastically pressed on, chuckling as he struggled to compose himself. "Nothing about me holding you like this is bothering you at all, I'm sure."

"Don't," San muttered shyly, turning meek at your sudden interest.

He was both relieved and disappointed when you actually did let up, releasing your hold on him. Your hand slid down his chest before lifting off completely as you turned around again, facing the stove.

"Alright, alright, I'll spare you for now," you relented softly, giving him a quick, warm smile before checking how the food was coming along.

Leaving San to stand there, awkwardly shifting in his spot with a very confusing hard-on and lots to ponder on his own later.

Ever since that evening, San's attitude had changed. He grew quieter around you, often lost in his own thoughts while he blankly stared in your direction. Well, in the direction of your hands, more like. You suspected that it was because of what had happened earlier, but decided not to comment on it for now. Whatever it was, San would tell you when he was ready.

Except San didn't tell you. Or, well, he did, just not in the way you were expecting.

It was now the third day since the... incident, and the two of you found yourself in a rather familiar scenario. What was supposed to be a nice movie night turned into something else entirely not even halfway through, leaving you naked on the couch, riding your equally as naked boyfriend.

"Fuck, don't stop, please don't stop," San whined, gripping your hips as you ground down in his lap. Despite his hold on you, he made no effort to move you himself, letting you set the pace instead. Not that you needed any help anyway, doing just fine with your hands planted on his shoulders and thigh muscles working overtime.

"Oh don't worry, baby," you panted, slowing down to a more stable but purposeful tempo, "we're just getting started."

San groaned at your words, squeezing your flesh in his hands as his head rolled back.

You didn't even think about your next action, doing it out of pure instinct at this point in your relationship. With the slower pace, you could afford to let go of one of his shoulders, slithering up to cup his nape instead. You'd done this countless times before, loving the comfort your caress could bring to the man under you.

This time, however, a new spark ignited in San's eyes.

Just as you had automatically reached up to hold him, San didn't think twice about grabbing your wrist and moving it to the front. He hadn't planned it in advance, but now that he saw the opportunity, he craved the same rush he'd gotten those few days ago.

The effect was immediate. You watched as San's hooded eyes closed momentarily, trying not to roll back from the thrill of your possessive grasp on him.

Feeling a bit daring yourself, you secured your grip even further and gave him a quick, gentle squeeze.

San's eyes blew open at the action, looking at you in shock. A loud groan left him right after, squeezing you closer to his chest as his hips rolled up into yours.

"A-again," he begged, a hint of urgency to his voice.

You excitedly obliged, giving his throat another quick, soft squeeze. The clear arousal in your lover's eyes made your thighs clench together, loving to watch him lose himself to you.

"Fuck, please!" San whined, trying his best not to hold you too tight or dig his nails too harshly into your skin out of pure adrenaline. "Harder, do it harder!"

That, however, made you pause.

Unsure of how much he meant exactly, you willed yourself to squeeze his neck with just a tiny bit more force, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort.

But San just shook his head, panting as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I said harder," he repeated, though it sounded more desperate than commanding.

"How hard, San?" You asked, beginning to feel a bit skeptical. Your movements had almost halted by now, resorting to slow grinds until you figured everything out.

But that just seemed to frustrate San even further, feeling the high he was nearing begin slipping away.

"As much as you want, please. And longer, squeeze longer," San explained in a rush, pressing his neck harder into your hand since your grip was starting to falter. "I want you to choke me, Y/N, please."

"San..." You trailed off, unsure. Even if you hadn't been thrust into this conversation in the middle of sex, you would have been pretty hesitant. Sure, the possessiveness of holding San by the neck felt nice, powerful even, but you didn't want to actually harm him in any way. And despite the different guides on how to "safely" choke someone, you knew there really was no actual safe way to do it.

"It's okay, I'm fine, just-"

"But I'm not fine with it, babe," you said as gently as you could, slipping your hand away from his throat.

San blinked at you in confusion, unsure of what to say. "What- what do you mean?"

You chuckled at his puzzled expression, running a hand through his hair to help him settle down. "I'm saying that I'm not going to choke you, love. I'm sorry if that's something you really wanted, but I don't want to accidentally hurt your throat by grabbing you wrong. Not to mention that even if I do it right, I'd still be cutting off your oxygen and that's just all around not good."

"But," San muttered, a small pout forming on his lips, "if it's just for a few seconds, then it's the same as holding your breath, no?"

"Sure," you conceded, "and you can hold your breath as much as you want, but not during sex and not by my hand. I'm not risking your health or safety."

Looking down, San mulled over your words. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. "No, you're right. I shouldn't have put that pressure on you, sorry."

Smiling, you leaned down to give your pouty boyfriend a quick peck. "It's okay hun, don't worry. And thank you for respecting my boundaries."

"Of course!" San retorted much more energetically, brows furrowed indignantly at you even thinking he wouldn't. But then, his face morphed into something much more soft and nervous. Shy.

"...Would you still be okay with just holding my neck, though?" He asked in almost a whisper, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Not hard or anything, obviously! Whatever you feel comfortable with is fine, you don't even have to do it at all if-"

"I'd be happy to, babe," you grinned, eliciting a small, surprised "Oh?" in return. The pout on San's face quickly spread into a coy smile as your hand returned to his chest, trailing alongside his collarbones before snaking around his throat again. Your touch was light, but it was there nevertheless. Immediately, you could hear his breath hitch at the feeling, making your own core react to the sound.

"...Is this really okay?" He tentatively asked, just to be sure.

Wanting to lighten the mood again, you gave your boyfriend a quick, tiny squeeze, watching him go boneless under you. "It's more than okay, don't worry. Just lay back and let me take care of my baby, alright?"

San hummed at your words, smiling contently as his hands rubbed your sides in anticipation.

"Of course. Anything for you."

Mingi (fingering, indirect peer pressure, allusion to pegging at the end)

It's no secret that Mingi likes to be seen. He loves your attention and praise, loves when you cherish him with all you have. And he tries to give as much of that energy back, showing you how good you're making him feel, begging for more, doing whatever you want him to do just to please you.

But Mingi is also one to sway under pressure, even if not necessarily directed at him, which is why the sudden topic change at the bar the other night got under his skin a bit more than he'd like to admit.

For the first time in a long while, all of his hometown friends had free time to hang out. Naturally, they went to a nearby bar for a small reunion. Before he knew it, they were all four shots deep into an unofficial drinking contest, trying to see who could last the longest. But with the shared drunkenness came some unexpected, otherwise undiscussed topics.

"I'm telling you, until you try fucking standing up, you can't say anything bad about it!"

"They say the same shit about fucking in the shower, and in the end it's even worse than missionary!"

"Fuck off, nothing's worse than missionary! That's like the most basic shit you can do!"

Already, Mingi wasn't planning on adding much to the discussion since your sex life and dynamic in general weren't exactly something his friends would deem "conventional", but those comments made him shut off even further. What do they mean, "nothing's worse than missionary"? That's literally the go-to position for the two of you, regardless of who's on the top or bottom. Well, Mingi certainly likes it a lot. But, you do too, right? Or were you possibly bored of it as well, just like his friends seemed to be?

Trying to push those thoughts aside for now, Mingi did his best to enjoy the rest of his evening unbothered. It didn't really work, but that's only for him to know and mope about afterward.

When Mingi had returned from the bar, he was considerably more sober, save for the slight tint clinging to his neck and ears.

The whole taxi ride home, he was deep in thought. Trying to come up with the best way to ask you about your preferences, he just barely noticed the taxi driver pulling up in front of your apartment complex. He pulled himself out of his daze for the few seconds it took for him to pay and get out, but then it was right back to thinking.

In the end, he decided to be direct about it, knowing it would probably be more awkward to beat around the bush and make you guess what he was getting at.

Just breathe in and out, in and out. He could do this, there was no reason to be scared of asking you and no need to be shy about it.

...is what he'd thought until the door swung open to reveal you, excited and unassuming as you led him inside with a big smile. Within seconds, all of Mingi's bravery had vanished, leaving him to awkwardly trail after you while he inwardly cursed himself.

Well, fuck. Maybe next time. Surely.

But the opportunities to speak up just kept coming and going, and Mingi still hadn't mustered up the courage to voice his insecurities. No matter how much he screamed at himself to just say something, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Not until the next night, when Mingi had yet again found himself under you, a position all too familiar to the two of you. Splayed on the bed, he squirmed on your fingers as you prepared him for the next step.

You were two fingers deep already, about to put in a third one, when Mingi's hand suddenly found your wrist, gently stopping your movements.

"Wait," he spoke suddenly, clearly surprising himself with his own voice judging by the sudden tension in his body.

"What is it, bunny?" You asked softly, checking for any signs of pain or distress. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head, avoiding your gaze as he replied: "No, nothing's wrong, I was just wondering... Would you be okay with trying something different tonight?"

That sentence made you fully pause, carefully withdrawing your fingers from him and setting his leg in your other hand back down on the bed. "Oh, of course, sure! Yeah. What do you want to do?"

Mingi winced at the emptiness following the removal of your fingers, the sudden stop to all your touches feeling a bit jarring. Nevertheless, he forced himself to speak, knowing you were waiting and probably worried. "I- I mean, this, still, pretty much, just- can you, like, maybe- could we- you know, from, uh, from behind?"

After a small pause, you began to laugh, much to Mingi's mortification.

"You- you mean, like, if I can fuck you from behind?" You asked between breaths, looking at your horribly red boyfriend with nothing but amused adoration.

"Yeah, pretty much. Just would have preferred to word it a bit differently," Mingi huffed, embarrassed from how everything had flipped against him within seconds.

"Aw, I'm sorry," you apologized softly, though the grin on your face didn't make you seem that remorseful. "But yeah, sure, I'd love to make love to my sweet giant from behind."

"That's even worse!" Mingi cried out, covering his face in horror.

"Just turn around!" You exclaimed back, laughing.

Despite his entire face and chest turning a blaring shade of red, Mingi gingerly obliged. Rolling onto his stomach, he awkwardly pulled his knees up. After a few seconds, he had finally settled, this time with his ass in the air and facing the headboard instead of you.

"Ready?" You asked warmly, taking in the sight before you. Usually, you loved being able to watch your boyfriend fall apart under you, but this view was undeniably beautiful as well.

"I think so?" Mingi replied, wiggling in place as if trying to gauge the situation. "Feels a bit weird on my knees, though."

"Ah, don't worry about that. You just need to-"

Letting your actions speak for you, you nudged his thighs further apart, spreading his weight more evenly between them. You could hear Mingi's breath hitch at the action, surprised by the sudden manhandling.

And the surprises didn't end there, it seemed. With every other touch, Mingi would jolt just the slightest bit, clenching down around your fingers as you tried to finish prepping him. After a particularly big jump when your free hand rubbed his side, however, you decided to just withdraw your hand altogether, only moving the one inside him. With the way he kept tightening around you from surprise, you would never get him where you wanted him otherwise.

Despite the vague sinking feeling in his chest at your lack of touches, Mingi didn't say anything. Instead, he began drifting away into his mind, trying to decipher how he was currently feeling.

The change of position was... confusing, to say the least.

From what he'd heard, this was supposed to make everything feel more primal, more intense and rough. But to Mingi, everything just felt disconnected and unnecessary. If he wanted you to be rougher, he could just ask and you'd adjust accordingly, no matter the position. And what could possibly be more intense than looking into your partner's eyes while one is literally inside of the other? And as for how primal and instinctual this was supposed to feel, it sure made Mingi think a lot more than he usually would. Speaking of which, he really-

"...Mingi?"

The sudden call of his name broke him out of his daze, making him lift his head up from the pillows to look at you.

"...Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, letting your free hand rest on his lower back. Now that he was watching your movements, he shouldn't startle as easily as before. "You got really quiet all of a sudden, so I just wanted to check. Do you want to turn around again?"

"What? No," Mingi dismissed the suggestion, but the waver in his voice didn't sound very convincing. "O-or, I mean, just for a little bit, maybe?"

You sighed, giving him a small, tired smile before helping him lie down on his back again. "Alright, so what's all this about?"

Mingi shrugged, subconsciously biting at his lip. "I don't know. I just, you know, felt like trying something new?"

"And what made you want to try in the first place?" You pressed on, knowing Mingi wasn't one to change his ways unless something else pushed him into it.

Silence stretched between the two of you, Mingi avoiding your eyes as he tried to form his response.

"...Promise you won't laugh?"

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his words, making your gaze soften even more. "Of course I won't. I'm sorry if me laughing before upset you, but really, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge."

Mingi nodded at your words, steeling himself for his well-overdue explanation.

"It's, well... It's because of the guys. Later on at the bar, the topic of sex and different positions and whatnot came up and they all agreed on how lame missionary is. And don't get me wrong, I love being able to see you! It just made me wonder if I was maybe holding you back a bit since my preferences are pretty simple, so I thought we could try and see. I know I should have said this in advance, but I just couldn't find it in myself to do so. I'm sorry for ruining tonight, but it just doesn't feel right to keep going like that."

"Mingi..." You murmured softly, reaching up to cup your boyfriend's cheek. "I get that it must have felt awful to hear everyone indirectly shame you for what you like, but trust me, if I was ever unhappy with what we do in the bedroom, I'd tell you immediately. What does it matter if your friends think we're too basic? If we like it, we like it and that's that. Unless there's something you personally want to try, there's no reason to force anything just to 'spice things up'."

"...So you don't mind doing it like this?" Mingi asked hesitantly, vaguely gesturing at the two of you.

"Mingi," you said with a small chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. "Not only do I not mind things the way they are, I love it."

His breath hitched as you leaned down to loom over him, using your other hand that wasn't holding his cheek to grab his waist. Smirking, you continued: "I love seeing you under me like this, so pliant and vulnerable just for me. I love watching your legs open and make room for me so that I can take care of you. And just as much, if not more, I love pulling them apart myself, holding you just the way I want and watching you squirm on my-"

"For the love of God please fuck me right this second or I'm gonna go insane," Mingi begged in a strained voice, practically writhing under you from the intensity of your gaze and tone.

Just as expected, it only took a few words of horny reassurance to get your attention-loving boyfriend back on track.

"As you wish, princess," you said teasingly, pressing one quick kiss to his lips before pulling back. "Is this position okay with you, or are you still worried about other people's opinions over mine?"

"Fuck them," Mingi said bluntly, desperately. "And most importantly fuck me, please!"

You laughed out loud at his demand, but quickly got back into the usual headspace. Gripping the backs of his knees, you basically folded him in half, making him gasp at the slight strain before he got the message and held his legs up for you. Smiling appreciatively, you pecked both of his knees before finally lining up with his entrance.

"Hold on tight, baby."

Wooyoung (awkward dirty talk, degradation, hair-pulling, manhandling, slapping, a few tears)

Wooyoung had always thought he was into degradation.

Now, to his defense, he definitely is to some degree! The two of you have long figured out it excites him whenever you're just a tad mean to him, whether that means pushing him around a bit, ordering him to do things for you just because you don't feel like doing them yourself, or any other sort of mild, loving bullying.

And so, naturally, Wooyoung thought it would be a great idea to apply this to the bedroom as well. How could this go wrong? If he popped a boner whenever you talked down to him outside of sex, it was only logical to bring it there as well.

Soon after his genius realization, Wooyoung began thinking - or scheming, to be exact. Whenever he had the time and was in the right mood, he'd curl up with his phone and continue his ongoing research. Filing through countless BDSM forums and reading up on other people's experiences with the kink, he couldn't help but get aroused himself. As it turns out, humanity has figured out countless ways to degrade someone, but what stood out the most to Wooyoung were two things: slapping and name-calling. The more he read stories about subs getting humbled by their doms, the more he couldn't get the image of the two of you out of his head. He could imagine it so clearly, with you catching him misbehaving once again, but unlike all the other times when you'd just punish him by restraining him or dictating how and when he could cum, you'd decide to belittle him instead. You'd throw him to the floor with your hand tangled in his hair, make him kneel before you and keep his head low as you told him exactly what you thought of him. And when he'd still refuse to listen, that's when you'd finally get physical.

Ugh, just the thought of it was getting him hard again. The sooner he talks to you about this, the better.

It only took a few days for Wooyoung to muster up enough courage to sit you down after dinner, leaning against your thigh as he tried to propose the idea as confidently as he could.

Most of that confidence faded, however, as you began to voice your concerns about the suggestion.

"Woo, baby, are you sure?" You asked uneasily, moving to hold the hand resting on your thigh. "I know I tease you a lot outside of the bedroom, but it's a lot more vulnerable inside it. I don't want to actually hurt you on accident, be it verbally or physically."

"Oh don't worry babe, it's gonna be fine!" Wooyoung tried to reassure you with a foxy smile, rubbing your thigh as he spoke. "Besides, you already rough me up during sex enough as is, a slap or two won't break me."

You sighed, tightening your grip on his hand to stop it from wandering any further. "I know, babe, but all of that just feels... different, I don't know. It's one thing to throw you around and make your dick hurt from overstimulation, but to just slap you out of nowhere feels like hurting you for no reason. I like forcing you back in line when you misbehave, but there are many other ways of doing that than by hitting you."

Growing frustrated at your unnecessary cautiousness, Wooyoung let out a petulant whine. "Baby I'm telling you, it's gonna be fine! Just try to take a risk for once and trust me, please? The second either of us gets uncomfortable we'll stop immediately, I promise."

Silence stretched between the two of you as you mulled over his words, only to concede in the end, much to Wooyoung's excitement. He made sure to let you know just how much he appreciated this and how safe this was all going to be one more time before finally delving into the fantasy that had been brewing in his mind in more detail.

...

"I leave you alone for two hours, and this is what I come back to?!" You yelled incredulously at your boyfriend, who was currently spread out on the bed, hard dick in hand and stark naked.

"I-I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be back so early- ah!" He yelped as you gripped his hair and tugged back, forcing him to look at you.

"That is not the issue and you know it," you growled, looking into Wooyoung's eyes for any signs of guilt or remorse, only to come out empty-handed and even angrier. "You only have so many rules to remember, one would think even a dumb slut like you could abide by them while I'm gone."

Wooyoung groaned at your words, his free hand coming up to try and ease your grip on his hair, but to no avail. "I'm not."

"You're not what?" You spat back before slapping away his other hand that was still wrapped around his erection.

"I'm not a slut," he opposed indignantly, throwing you a defiant look. "And I'm not dumb. I just had to take matters into my own hands since you've been ignoring me all day."

The four seconds of silence felt like an eternity as you looked deep into his eyes, making him subconsciously shrink in on himself.

Next thing he knew, he was whimpering as his body hit the ground, the pull on his hair just strong enough to bring tears to his eyes. You didn't give him a moment of reprieve, tugging him to his knees and forcing him to look up at you again.

"So you're not a slut, huh?" You gritted through your clenched teeth, leaning down until you were mere millimeters away from his face. "Then tell me, my honey dearest," you continued, your tone turning sickly sweet as you pulled away from him again, "why you would go out of your way to touch yourself without my permission like some- like some pussy-starved whore?"

And there it was. Resonating through the bedroom, the slap landed right on his left cheek, throwing his head to the side. It stung more than he'd thought it would, in more ways than one. Before he knew it, the tears in his eyes started spilling over, far too quickly for him to try to stop them. He pressed his lips together as heat quickly spread through his cheeks, both from the impact and from the shame washing over him.

This clearly wasn't working for Wooyoung the way he expected it to.

A gentle hand cupped his right cheek, gingerly turning his head back. He silently complied, only to be met with the sight of you kneeling in front of him, your own eyes wide and teary as you worriedly examined his face. He could feel your hands trembling slightly, only adding to the growing pit in his stomach. He made you do this. He made you feel awful for his own fuck-up.

"Wooyoung? Wooyoungie, are you okay? I'm so, so sorry," you fretted over him frantically, caressing his stinging cheek as carefully as you could. "I hit you too hard, didn't I? I'm so sorry. Please don't cry, does it hurt a lot? Do you need ice?"

Wooyoung shook his head at your panicked questions, taking hold of your wrists before pulling them away from his face. "It's okay, I'm- I'm fine," he choked out, clearing his throat as he blinked any remaining tears away. "You didn't do anything wrong, I asked you to do this. I should be the one that's sorry, and I really am."

"Please don't apologize, babe," you insisted. "I shouldn't have hit you as hard as I did, it's my fault. Come on, let's get up and put some ice on it just in case, okay? Then we can talk about this."

Which is how Wooyoung finds himself here, sitting butt-naked by the kitchen island in nothing but a loose shirt, holding a slowly thawing bag of frozen vegetables to his cheek while you clean up in the bedroom. A few minutes later, he hears the unmistakable sound of feet pitter-pattering against the apartment's linoleum, causing his heartbeat to stutter as he braces himself for the impending conversation.

"So," you begin resolutely, taking a seat on the bar stool next to his, "that didn't work out."

Wooyoung lets out a humorless chuckle at your comment, nodding his head dazedly. "Yup."

When he doesn't elaborate, you prod further. "Hun, you don't have to talk about this yet if you don't want to, but what was it that made you cry? I definitely overdid it with the slap, but a lot was happening at once so I just want to make sure I know what we should avoid next time."

Wooyoung sighs before finally turning to you. "Honestly, it was a bit of everything, I guess." He smiles at you sadly, pulling your hand to rest in his lap. "The manhandling, the things you said and the names you called me, the slap itself, all of it just combined so badly and made me feel inferior, and not in a sexy way."

"I thought you liked that though?" You somehow manage to question in a way that doesn't come off as accusing, just genuinely curious. "Was it just too much this time? Did I do it wrong somehow?"

Shaking his head, Wooyoung huffs out a small sound of disagreement. His free hand absentmindedly plays with your fingers in his lap. "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just..."

"It's just?" You try to encourage him, stopping his fidgeting by interlocking your hand with his.

With another disappointed sigh leaving his lips, Wooyoung finally caves. "It's just that you were right. You know, before, when I brought this whole thing up to you like an idiot and pushed you into doing it despite your qualms with it. Just because something is hot outside of the bedroom doesn't mean it will feel the same way when you actually get that much more intimate and vulnerable. I didn't believe you at first but now I know. I'm sorry."

Groaning, you jump down from the bar stool you were sitting on to get even closer to your boyfriend. "Babe please, stop apologizing, it's not your fault", you complain as you pull him into a hug. "You didn't push me into anything, I would have said no if I was genuinely uncomfortable with the idea. So let's just stop blaming ourselves, okay? We both messed up in different ways tonight, but it's okay. We stopped when we needed to and now we're talking it out. That's all that matters."

Turning on the stool to face you directly, Wooyoung dives into the crook of your neck, making sure not to touch you with the cheek he was just icing. You feel him nod into your skin before relaxing against you as your hand starts playing with his hair.

"...So does this mean you're still okay with being a bit mean to me outside of the bedroom?"

You huff out a chuckle, making Wooyoung laugh quietly as well.

"If that's what your heart desires, then gladly."

Jongho (bondage, a mild-ish panic attack - crying, being unable to breathe)

When it came to your and Jongho's intimate life, you wanted to take things slow.

Now, it's not like sex was a completely foreign concept in your relationship - you'd already crossed that line a few months ago. You asking Jongho to sub for you, however, introduced a pretty new dynamic to him. Until now, everything that went down in your bedroom was mostly vanilla and with no real power dynamics, so this came as quite a surprise. He decided to indulge, you, though, undeniably intrigued himself.

And what do you know, Jongho ended up really enjoying it! So much so, in fact, that it was now he who would ask you to explore your dominant side more, to tell him what to do and how to do it.

As time passed and the two of you got more comfortable in your roles, it was as if a whole new world of possibilities had suddenly opened up for you. There was so much to try out with him, on him, that you could barely contain your excitement.

But alas, you wanted to take things slow, both to preserve the thrill as long as possible and to not overwhelm either of you with anything.

Starting out with the basics, like some slightly rougher touches, hair pulling, and dirty talk, Jongho was surprised to find himself eagerly on board with everything. This then led you to the next thing you desperately wanted to try: bondage.

At this suggestion, Jongho was a bit more apprehensive. He'd always liked his personal space and freedom of movement, so to have that taken away from him sounded a bit scary, even if it was you doing it.

Nevertheless, and especially after seeing your excited face as you waited for his response, he agreed.

"Everything okay? Try pulling on it a bit, does it hurt?" You asked your blushing boyfriend, watching as he gingerly pulled at the rope tied around his wrist. He was lying on his back below you, dressed in nothing but his boxers while you sat on his chest to work on restraining him.

"It's- it's fine, I think," Jongho muttered with bated breath, letting you carefully examine the rope before moving on to his other arm. Already, the way you were sitting on his chest while tying his hands felt a bit claustrophobic, but he just chalked it up to the anxiety of trying out new things. It wasn't unusual for him to get nervous when experimenting with you, so it really shouldn't be a big deal now.

The moment you picked up his other hand, though, Jongho's breath stuttered. With his remaining free hand in your hold, he began to feel truly powerless. Chewing on his bottom lip, he watched as you wrapped the rope around the headboard before connecting it to his wrist, trying to keep his focus on the pretty blue color of the material to ease his growing worry.

"Okay, now try this one," you spoke, eyes flitting to Jongho's wide, precious eyes. "Good?"

Jongho did as told, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to pull his wrist free but couldn't. His already loud heart started beating even faster as a strange feeling pressed against his lungs. Despite this, he nodded anyway, eyes avoiding your gaze as he spoke: "Yeah, 's good."

You smiled, shuffling down his chest to rest against his hips. "Alright then," you whispered, "you ready?"

Against all better judgment, Jongho confidently nodded his head, determined to enjoy himself tonight. He could already feel the need to touch you whining at him from the inside, desperate to hold you to ground himself, but he promptly ignored it. After all, that's supposed to be the point of this, isn't it? To restrict your frustrated and needy sub and give them only what you deem they've earned.

Smoothing your hands over his chest, Jongho moaned, eagerly arching into your touch to try to get out of his anxious mind. You only chuckled at his responsiveness, leaning forward to pepper kisses everywhere your hands just traveled. Trailing your nails over his pecs, you stopped at his nipples, teasingly circling around the buds before giving them a quick pinch.

Jongho let out a weak whine at the sensation, making the headboard creak above him as he tugged at the ropes. The sound made you smirk, telling you just how much your actions were affecting your boyfriend without even having to look up.

Perhaps you should have, though, as Jongho's nervous but sure facade quickly began to crumble. His hands kept grabbing at nothing, frustration bubbling up in him as you were so close and he needed to touch you so bad, and yet he just couldn't. He knew he could trust you with his life, that you wouldn't harm him in any way, yet he couldn't help but feel trapped. Like this, with no way to ground himself through touch, everything felt so much more intense, so chaotic and out of his control, and not in a good way.

"You're being such a good boy for me Jongie," you cooed after a while of playing with his chest, both of his nipples now red and sensitive. Looking into his glossy eyes, you leaned down to trap his lips in a passionate kiss, which he meekly returned a moment later. You swallowed each rugged breath and whine coming from his mouth as your hands started trailing down, one stopping to massage his waist while the other kept lowering. You moved to sit a bit lower again, this time on his thighs, making more room for your next ministrations. Eyes still closed while you kept kissing him, you relied on your memory and touch to guide you down to the hem of his underwear.

When your fingertips finally grazed the fabric of his boxers, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss, your grin growing even wider as you heard the wooden headboard groaning again, louder this time. "Someone's impatient," you teased, receiving something akin to a whimper in return.

Pulling away to let your lover catch his breath, you quickly got to work on his neck, teasing your fingers against the band of his underwear just a little longer before finally slipping inside. Your hand wrapped around him just as you bit the sweet spot on his neck, eagerly sucking at the sensitive skin. This time, Jongho pulled at the ropes even stronger, a full-on sob ripping from his chest. He choked on the sound midway through, however, still too winded from your kiss to properly breathe.

Though whines and whimpers were nothing uncommon from him, something about his frantic breathing tipped you off immediately.

"Baby, are you oka-" you gasped as soon as you saw his visible distress, hyperventilating while tears ran down his cheeks. "Jongho! Oh my god, what happened?!" You immediately sat up straight, pulling your hands away from him and reaching for the restraints instead.

"It's-" Jongho began, only to choke on another sob, "I'm sorry, I can't, please, I don't-"

"Calm down baby, it's okay," you told him as softly and comfortingly as you could, suppressing the panic writhing inside you. "Just breathe with me while I get these off, alright?"

Jongho tried his best to listen, focusing on each rise and fall of your chest as he clumsily followed along. The moment he felt you tugging on the ropes again, however, another scared whimper escaped his lips.

"I know love, I'm sorry, just hold on," you tried to shush him, willing your hands to stop trembling and fumbling with the knots to free him as quickly as possible.

At last, the tight knot finally came undone, falling off your boyfriend's wrist. He immediately pulled it away from the headboard, reaching over to grab at you instead.

You let him clutch your thigh while you struggled with his other hand, inwardly cursing yourself for not practicing the knots more. His nails dug into your leg whenever you tugged a little too much, clearly still stuck in the fight-flight headspace he'd managed to slip into.

The moment both of his hands were freed, Jongho grasped onto your back, pulling you into his chest and pressing his thighs against you from behind to lock you into the embrace. The position was a bit awkward, bending you down in his lap and almost suffocating you against his body. You didn't consider moving away for a second, though, far too focused on your boyfriend's comfort.

The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, with Jongho's breaths steadily evening out while you rubbed his sides and shoulder blades as much as your position allowed.

Then, the silence was broken.

"I'm sorry," Jongho croaked out, easing his hold on you as you finally sat up again. "I don't know what happened to me just now or why I couldn't say my safeword sooner, but I just- I'm so sorry."

You looked at him incredulously. "What are you sorry for? You're the one in distress, why should you be apologizing for anything?" You huffed, gently brushing his hair back into place. "If anything, I should be the one apologizing for not noticing sooner. And I really am sorry, I should have been more careful considering this was our first time trying this out."

Jongho just shook his head, squeezing your waist and hips absentmindedly. "No, that's not true. You trusted me to say the safeword if anything felt like too much, and I didn't do it. Or I couldn't, I guess."

Confused, your brows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. "What do you mean, 'couldn't'?"

Jongho sighed, cheeks heating up as a fresh wave of shame washed over him. No matter how hard he tried, being vulnerable was still a challenge at times, even with you. "I- I don't know... I guess I just felt lost, in a way. I didn't want to keep going anymore but you looked like you were enjoying it a lot and that made me second-guess myself and I got stuck in that loop until you noticed."

You mirrored Jongho's sigh, though yours was a lot less embarrassed and a lot more worried. "Honey," you spoke sternly, watching his eyes immediately flick back up to yours. "You know I love you, right?"

His eyes widened at the sudden question, but he quickly nodded anyway. "Of course I do! And I love you too, but... why do you ask?"

"Well, since you know I love you, you also know that I'd never knowingly push you past your limits just because I enjoy it, right? The only time I feel good is when I know you're feeling just as good as me, if not more," you explained softly but firmly, making sure the message stuck. "Please, promise me you'll never put my pleasure over your comfort ever again. Just because I'm the one calling the shots during a scene doesn't mean you should disregard your own feelings like that."

Silence filled the room as Jongho took in your words, stunned. His mouth opened as if to reply, but before he could, his lips started to tremble as a new wave of tears clouded his vision. He pressed his lips together, trying his best to suppress the sudden surge of emotions in his chest.

How could someone be this nice and gentle with him?

Perhaps that's what he was missing during the scene - that feeling that despite his submission, it was still him who ultimately decided what was okay and what wasn't. That at any point, he could just pull you off of him if he needed to, that he could escape any of the vulnerable situations you put him in. So when his hands were suddenly tied up, taking away that safety and security, it was only natural for him to panic.

He was not to blame.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Jongho blinked away the tears in his eyes, giving you a tired but genuine smile instead.

"Promise."

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I need a cute, submissive, boyfriend that lets me play with his prostate while I tell him what a good boy he is.

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Red Light, No Entry | Maknae line

Summary: sub!Ateez scenarios about you/them stopping a scene

Word count: 7 838

Warnings: written at the beginning of each member's scenario, other than that just general awkwardness and misunderstandings

A/N: This post is the sixth and last part of my Kinktober 2024 series! You can find the masterlist for it here.

A/N 2: Since the fic got quite long, I split it into two parts - you can find the hyung line here!

San (choking, very mild fighting and manhandling at the beginning)

It all began with a small, harmless fight. You and San were making dinner, and your boyfriend apparently decided that was a good time to tease you for entertainment. First, it began with small pokes and prods to your sides as you worked, distracting you from the vegetables you were chopping. You were quick to reprimand him, and with the knife you were currently wielding in your hand, San was easily convinced to calm back down.

...For like two minutes.

Since he was now banned from touching you, San resorted to playfully holding things out of reach, going as far as to hold them up above your head, giggling when you struggled to grab them.

At first, you just huffed in annoyance, resorting to a small jump to quickly snatch the seasoning packet from him before he could try anything else. The second time, he got a stern, low warning as you stirred the pot in front of you, side-eyeing him until he put the salt back down.

The third time, though, you were fed up.

"San, I told you not to-" you growled frustratedly, pulling him to you by whatever you could latch onto first. And, well, since you were already about to reach up to grab the item he was holding, your hand naturally landed on his neck.

You were about to continue your scolding, but the sudden lowering of his arm made you pause. Your eyes fell down to his, seeing them widen and gloss over.

"He-" San began, only to gulp dryly, forcing him to quietly clear his throat, "here."

To your utter shock, he handed you the soy sauce himself, the faintest of tremors running through his wrist.

"Oh, um- thank you?" You said, confused, putting the soy sauce down on the counter. You were worried at first, thinking you'd hurt or scared him somehow and he wanted to escape the situation, but something about his demeanor told you this was different. Your hand was still wrapped around his neck, though now considerably looser, wrist resting on his collarbones. "That was easier than I thought. What made you change your mind so quick, hm?"

You watched in real time as San's face turned red, unprepared for your sudden curiosity. "No-nothing! Really, it's fine!"

Silence stretched on between the two of you as you assessed him, looking deep into his eyes to find the truth.

"Is that so?" You finally asked, a small smile on your lips. You weren't totally sure about your read of the situation, but considering San's pliant state, you decided to try and guess anyway.

Before he knew it, the relaxed fingers grazing his neck sprang to life, re-wrapping around him with gentle pressure. It was more symbolic than anything, and yet the gesture made him gasp out loud, eyes widening.

"So it definitely wasn't because of this, right?" You sarcastically pressed on, chuckling as he struggled to compose himself. "Nothing about me holding you like this is bothering you at all, I'm sure."

"Don't," San muttered shyly, turning meek at your sudden interest.

He was both relieved and disappointed when you actually did let up, releasing your hold on him. Your hand slid down his chest before lifting off completely as you turned around again, facing the stove.

"Alright, alright, I'll spare you for now," you relented softly, giving him a quick, warm smile before checking how the food was coming along.

Leaving San to stand there, awkwardly shifting in his spot with a very confusing hard-on and lots to ponder on his own later.

Ever since that evening, San's attitude had changed. He grew quieter around you, often lost in his own thoughts while he blankly stared in your direction. Well, in the direction of your hands, more like. You suspected that it was because of what had happened earlier, but decided not to comment on it for now. Whatever it was, San would tell you when he was ready.

Except San didn't tell you. Or, well, he did, just not in the way you were expecting.

It was now the third day since the... incident, and the two of you found yourself in a rather familiar scenario. What was supposed to be a nice movie night turned into something else entirely not even halfway through, leaving you naked on the couch, riding your equally as naked boyfriend.

"Fuck, don't stop, please don't stop," San whined, gripping your hips as you ground down in his lap. Despite his hold on you, he made no effort to move you himself, letting you set the pace instead. Not that you needed any help anyway, doing just fine with your hands planted on his shoulders and thigh muscles working overtime.

"Oh don't worry, baby," you panted, slowing down to a more stable but purposeful tempo, "we're just getting started."

San groaned at your words, squeezing your flesh in his hands as his head rolled back.

You didn't even think about your next action, doing it out of pure instinct at this point in your relationship. With the slower pace, you could afford to let go of one of his shoulders, slithering up to cup his nape instead. You'd done this countless times before, loving the comfort your caress could bring to the man under you.

This time, however, a new spark ignited in San's eyes.

Just as you had automatically reached up to hold him, San didn't think twice about grabbing your wrist and moving it to the front. He hadn't planned it in advance, but now that he saw the opportunity, he craved the same rush he'd gotten those few days ago.

The effect was immediate. You watched as San's hooded eyes closed momentarily, trying not to roll back from the thrill of your possessive grasp on him.

Feeling a bit daring yourself, you secured your grip even further and gave him a quick, gentle squeeze.

San's eyes blew open at the action, looking at you in shock. A loud groan left him right after, squeezing you closer to his chest as his hips rolled up into yours.

"A-again," he begged, a hint of urgency to his voice.

You excitedly obliged, giving his throat another quick, soft squeeze. The clear arousal in your lover's eyes made your thighs clench together, loving to watch him lose himself to you.

"Fuck, please!" San whined, trying his best not to hold you too tight or dig his nails too harshly into your skin out of pure adrenaline. "Harder, do it harder!"

That, however, made you pause.

Unsure of how much he meant exactly, you willed yourself to squeeze his neck with just a tiny bit more force, carefully watching for any signs of discomfort.

But San just shook his head, panting as he looked deep into your eyes.

"I said harder," he repeated, though it sounded more desperate than commanding.

"How hard, San?" You asked, beginning to feel a bit skeptical. Your movements had almost halted by now, resorting to slow grinds until you figured everything out.

But that just seemed to frustrate San even further, feeling the high he was nearing begin slipping away.

"As much as you want, please. And longer, squeeze longer," San explained in a rush, pressing his neck harder into your hand since your grip was starting to falter. "I want you to choke me, Y/N, please."

"San..." You trailed off, unsure. Even if you hadn't been thrust into this conversation in the middle of sex, you would have been pretty hesitant. Sure, the possessiveness of holding San by the neck felt nice, powerful even, but you didn't want to actually harm him in any way. And despite the different guides on how to "safely" choke someone, you knew there really was no actual safe way to do it.

"It's okay, I'm fine, just-"

"But I'm not fine with it, babe," you said as gently as you could, slipping your hand away from his throat.

San blinked at you in confusion, unsure of what to say. "What- what do you mean?"

You chuckled at his puzzled expression, running a hand through his hair to help him settle down. "I'm saying that I'm not going to choke you, love. I'm sorry if that's something you really wanted, but I don't want to accidentally hurt your throat by grabbing you wrong. Not to mention that even if I do it right, I'd still be cutting off your oxygen and that's just all around not good."

"But," San muttered, a small pout forming on his lips, "if it's just for a few seconds, then it's the same as holding your breath, no?"

"Sure," you conceded, "and you can hold your breath as much as you want, but not during sex and not by my hand. I'm not risking your health or safety."

Looking down, San mulled over your words. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. "No, you're right. I shouldn't have put that pressure on you, sorry."

Smiling, you leaned down to give your pouty boyfriend a quick peck. "It's okay hun, don't worry. And thank you for respecting my boundaries."

"Of course!" San retorted much more energetically, brows furrowed indignantly at you even thinking he wouldn't. But then, his face morphed into something much more soft and nervous. Shy.

"...Would you still be okay with just holding my neck, though?" He asked in almost a whisper, blood rushing to his cheeks. "Not hard or anything, obviously! Whatever you feel comfortable with is fine, you don't even have to do it at all if-"

"I'd be happy to, babe," you grinned, eliciting a small, surprised "Oh?" in return. The pout on San's face quickly spread into a coy smile as your hand returned to his chest, trailing alongside his collarbones before snaking around his throat again. Your touch was light, but it was there nevertheless. Immediately, you could hear his breath hitch at the feeling, making your own core react to the sound.

"...Is this really okay?" He tentatively asked, just to be sure.

Wanting to lighten the mood again, you gave your boyfriend a quick, tiny squeeze, watching him go boneless under you. "It's more than okay, don't worry. Just lay back and let me take care of my baby, alright?"

San hummed at your words, smiling contently as his hands rubbed your sides in anticipation.

"Of course. Anything for you."

Mingi (fingering, indirect peer pressure, allusion to pegging at the end)

It's no secret that Mingi likes to be seen. He loves your attention and praise, loves when you cherish him with all you have. And he tries to give as much of that energy back, showing you how good you're making him feel, begging for more, doing whatever you want him to do just to please you.

But Mingi is also one to sway under pressure, even if not necessarily directed at him, which is why the sudden topic change at the bar the other night got under his skin a bit more than he'd like to admit.

For the first time in a long while, all of his hometown friends had free time to hang out. Naturally, they went to a nearby bar for a small reunion. Before he knew it, they were all four shots deep into an unofficial drinking contest, trying to see who could last the longest. But with the shared drunkenness came some unexpected, otherwise undiscussed topics.

"I'm telling you, until you try fucking standing up, you can't say anything bad about it!"

"They say the same shit about fucking in the shower, and in the end it's even worse than missionary!"

"Fuck off, nothing's worse than missionary! That's like the most basic shit you can do!"

Already, Mingi wasn't planning on adding much to the discussion since your sex life and dynamic in general weren't exactly something his friends would deem "conventional", but those comments made him shut off even further. What do they mean, "nothing's worse than missionary"? That's literally the go-to position for the two of you, regardless of who's on the top or bottom. Well, Mingi certainly likes it a lot. But, you do too, right? Or were you possibly bored of it as well, just like his friends seemed to be?

Trying to push those thoughts aside for now, Mingi did his best to enjoy the rest of his evening unbothered. It didn't really work, but that's only for him to know and mope about afterward.

When Mingi had returned from the bar, he was considerably more sober, save for the slight tint clinging to his neck and ears.

The whole taxi ride home, he was deep in thought. Trying to come up with the best way to ask you about your preferences, he just barely noticed the taxi driver pulling up in front of your apartment complex. He pulled himself out of his daze for the few seconds it took for him to pay and get out, but then it was right back to thinking.

In the end, he decided to be direct about it, knowing it would probably be more awkward to beat around the bush and make you guess what he was getting at.

Just breathe in and out, in and out. He could do this, there was no reason to be scared of asking you and no need to be shy about it.

...is what he'd thought until the door swung open to reveal you, excited and unassuming as you led him inside with a big smile. Within seconds, all of Mingi's bravery had vanished, leaving him to awkwardly trail after you while he inwardly cursed himself.

Well, fuck. Maybe next time. Surely.

But the opportunities to speak up just kept coming and going, and Mingi still hadn't mustered up the courage to voice his insecurities. No matter how much he screamed at himself to just say something, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Not until the next night, when Mingi had yet again found himself under you, a position all too familiar to the two of you. Splayed on the bed, he squirmed on your fingers as you prepared him for the next step.

You were two fingers deep already, about to put in a third one, when Mingi's hand suddenly found your wrist, gently stopping your movements.

"Wait," he spoke suddenly, clearly surprising himself with his own voice judging by the sudden tension in his body.

"What is it, bunny?" You asked softly, checking for any signs of pain or distress. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head, avoiding your gaze as he replied: "No, nothing's wrong, I was just wondering... Would you be okay with trying something different tonight?"

That sentence made you fully pause, carefully withdrawing your fingers from him and setting his leg in your other hand back down on the bed. "Oh, of course, sure! Yeah. What do you want to do?"

Mingi winced at the emptiness following the removal of your fingers, the sudden stop to all your touches feeling a bit jarring. Nevertheless, he forced himself to speak, knowing you were waiting and probably worried. "I- I mean, this, still, pretty much, just- can you, like, maybe- could we- you know, from, uh, from behind?"

After a small pause, you began to laugh, much to Mingi's mortification.

"You- you mean, like, if I can fuck you from behind?" You asked between breaths, looking at your horribly red boyfriend with nothing but amused adoration.

"Yeah, pretty much. Just would have preferred to word it a bit differently," Mingi huffed, embarrassed from how everything had flipped against him within seconds.

"Aw, I'm sorry," you apologized softly, though the grin on your face didn't make you seem that remorseful. "But yeah, sure, I'd love to make love to my sweet giant from behind."

"That's even worse!" Mingi cried out, covering his face in horror.

"Just turn around!" You exclaimed back, laughing.

Despite his entire face and chest turning a blaring shade of red, Mingi gingerly obliged. Rolling onto his stomach, he awkwardly pulled his knees up. After a few seconds, he had finally settled, this time with his ass in the air and facing the headboard instead of you.

"Ready?" You asked warmly, taking in the sight before you. Usually, you loved being able to watch your boyfriend fall apart under you, but this view was undeniably beautiful as well.

"I think so?" Mingi replied, wiggling in place as if trying to gauge the situation. "Feels a bit weird on my knees, though."

"Ah, don't worry about that. You just need to-"

Letting your actions speak for you, you nudged his thighs further apart, spreading his weight more evenly between them. You could hear Mingi's breath hitch at the action, surprised by the sudden manhandling.

And the surprises didn't end there, it seemed. With every other touch, Mingi would jolt just the slightest bit, clenching down around your fingers as you tried to finish prepping him. After a particularly big jump when your free hand rubbed his side, however, you decided to just withdraw your hand altogether, only moving the one inside him. With the way he kept tightening around you from surprise, you would never get him where you wanted him otherwise.

Despite the vague sinking feeling in his chest at your lack of touches, Mingi didn't say anything. Instead, he began drifting away into his mind, trying to decipher how he was currently feeling.

The change of position was... confusing, to say the least.

From what he'd heard, this was supposed to make everything feel more primal, more intense and rough. But to Mingi, everything just felt disconnected and unnecessary. If he wanted you to be rougher, he could just ask and you'd adjust accordingly, no matter the position. And what could possibly be more intense than looking into your partner's eyes while one is literally inside of the other? And as for how primal and instinctual this was supposed to feel, it sure made Mingi think a lot more than he usually would. Speaking of which, he really-

"...Mingi?"

The sudden call of his name broke him out of his daze, making him lift his head up from the pillows to look at you.

"...Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, letting your free hand rest on his lower back. Now that he was watching your movements, he shouldn't startle as easily as before. "You got really quiet all of a sudden, so I just wanted to check. Do you want to turn around again?"

"What? No," Mingi dismissed the suggestion, but the waver in his voice didn't sound very convincing. "O-or, I mean, just for a little bit, maybe?"

You sighed, giving him a small, tired smile before helping him lie down on his back again. "Alright, so what's all this about?"

Mingi shrugged, subconsciously biting at his lip. "I don't know. I just, you know, felt like trying something new?"

"And what made you want to try in the first place?" You pressed on, knowing Mingi wasn't one to change his ways unless something else pushed him into it.

Silence stretched between the two of you, Mingi avoiding your eyes as he tried to form his response.

"...Promise you won't laugh?"

Your heart clenched at the vulnerability in his words, making your gaze soften even more. "Of course I won't. I'm sorry if me laughing before upset you, but really, you can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge."

Mingi nodded at your words, steeling himself for his well-overdue explanation.

"It's, well... It's because of the guys. Later on at the bar, the topic of sex and different positions and whatnot came up and they all agreed on how lame missionary is. And don't get me wrong, I love being able to see you! It just made me wonder if I was maybe holding you back a bit since my preferences are pretty simple, so I thought we could try and see. I know I should have said this in advance, but I just couldn't find it in myself to do so. I'm sorry for ruining tonight, but it just doesn't feel right to keep going like that."

"Mingi..." You murmured softly, reaching up to cup your boyfriend's cheek. "I get that it must have felt awful to hear everyone indirectly shame you for what you like, but trust me, if I was ever unhappy with what we do in the bedroom, I'd tell you immediately. What does it matter if your friends think we're too basic? If we like it, we like it and that's that. Unless there's something you personally want to try, there's no reason to force anything just to 'spice things up'."

"...So you don't mind doing it like this?" Mingi asked hesitantly, vaguely gesturing at the two of you.

"Mingi," you said with a small chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief. "Not only do I not mind things the way they are, I love it."

His breath hitched as you leaned down to loom over him, using your other hand that wasn't holding his cheek to grab his waist. Smirking, you continued: "I love seeing you under me like this, so pliant and vulnerable just for me. I love watching your legs open and make room for me so that I can take care of you. And just as much, if not more, I love pulling them apart myself, holding you just the way I want and watching you squirm on my-"

"For the love of God please fuck me right this second or I'm gonna go insane," Mingi begged in a strained voice, practically writhing under you from the intensity of your gaze and tone.

Just as expected, it only took a few words of horny reassurance to get your attention-loving boyfriend back on track.

"As you wish, princess," you said teasingly, pressing one quick kiss to his lips before pulling back. "Is this position okay with you, or are you still worried about other people's opinions over mine?"

"Fuck them," Mingi said bluntly, desperately. "And most importantly fuck me, please!"

You laughed out loud at his demand, but quickly got back into the usual headspace. Gripping the backs of his knees, you basically folded him in half, making him gasp at the slight strain before he got the message and held his legs up for you. Smiling appreciatively, you pecked both of his knees before finally lining up with his entrance.

"Hold on tight, baby."

Wooyoung (awkward dirty talk, degradation, hair-pulling, manhandling, slapping, a few tears)

Wooyoung had always thought he was into degradation.

Now, to his defense, he definitely is to some degree! The two of you have long figured out it excites him whenever you're just a tad mean to him, whether that means pushing him around a bit, ordering him to do things for you just because you don't feel like doing them yourself, or any other sort of mild, loving bullying.

And so, naturally, Wooyoung thought it would be a great idea to apply this to the bedroom as well. How could this go wrong? If he popped a boner whenever you talked down to him outside of sex, it was only logical to bring it there as well.

Soon after his genius realization, Wooyoung began thinking - or scheming, to be exact. Whenever he had the time and was in the right mood, he'd curl up with his phone and continue his ongoing research. Filing through countless BDSM forums and reading up on other people's experiences with the kink, he couldn't help but get aroused himself. As it turns out, humanity has figured out countless ways to degrade someone, but what stood out the most to Wooyoung were two things: slapping and name-calling. The more he read stories about subs getting humbled by their doms, the more he couldn't get the image of the two of you out of his head. He could imagine it so clearly, with you catching him misbehaving once again, but unlike all the other times when you'd just punish him by restraining him or dictating how and when he could cum, you'd decide to belittle him instead. You'd throw him to the floor with your hand tangled in his hair, make him kneel before you and keep his head low as you told him exactly what you thought of him. And when he'd still refuse to listen, that's when you'd finally get physical.

Ugh, just the thought of it was getting him hard again. The sooner he talks to you about this, the better.

It only took a few days for Wooyoung to muster up enough courage to sit you down after dinner, leaning against your thigh as he tried to propose the idea as confidently as he could.

Most of that confidence faded, however, as you began to voice your concerns about the suggestion.

"Woo, baby, are you sure?" You asked uneasily, moving to hold the hand resting on your thigh. "I know I tease you a lot outside of the bedroom, but it's a lot more vulnerable inside it. I don't want to actually hurt you on accident, be it verbally or physically."

"Oh don't worry babe, it's gonna be fine!" Wooyoung tried to reassure you with a foxy smile, rubbing your thigh as he spoke. "Besides, you already rough me up during sex enough as is, a slap or two won't break me."

You sighed, tightening your grip on his hand to stop it from wandering any further. "I know, babe, but all of that just feels... different, I don't know. It's one thing to throw you around and make your dick hurt from overstimulation, but to just slap you out of nowhere feels like hurting you for no reason. I like forcing you back in line when you misbehave, but there are many other ways of doing that than by hitting you."

Growing frustrated at your unnecessary cautiousness, Wooyoung let out a petulant whine. "Baby I'm telling you, it's gonna be fine! Just try to take a risk for once and trust me, please? The second either of us gets uncomfortable we'll stop immediately, I promise."

Silence stretched between the two of you as you mulled over his words, only to concede in the end, much to Wooyoung's excitement. He made sure to let you know just how much he appreciated this and how safe this was all going to be one more time before finally delving into the fantasy that had been brewing in his mind in more detail.

...

"I leave you alone for two hours, and this is what I come back to?!" You yelled incredulously at your boyfriend, who was currently spread out on the bed, hard dick in hand and stark naked.

"I-I'm sorry babe, I didn't know you would be back so early- ah!" He yelped as you gripped his hair and tugged back, forcing him to look at you.

"That is not the issue and you know it," you growled, looking into Wooyoung's eyes for any signs of guilt or remorse, only to come out empty-handed and even angrier. "You only have so many rules to remember, one would think even a dumb slut like you could abide by them while I'm gone."

Wooyoung groaned at your words, his free hand coming up to try and ease your grip on his hair, but to no avail. "I'm not."

"You're not what?" You spat back before slapping away his other hand that was still wrapped around his erection.

"I'm not a slut," he opposed indignantly, throwing you a defiant look. "And I'm not dumb. I just had to take matters into my own hands since you've been ignoring me all day."

The four seconds of silence felt like an eternity as you looked deep into his eyes, making him subconsciously shrink in on himself.

Next thing he knew, he was whimpering as his body hit the ground, the pull on his hair just strong enough to bring tears to his eyes. You didn't give him a moment of reprieve, tugging him to his knees and forcing him to look up at you again.

"So you're not a slut, huh?" You gritted through your clenched teeth, leaning down until you were mere millimeters away from his face. "Then tell me, my honey dearest," you continued, your tone turning sickly sweet as you pulled away from him again, "why you would go out of your way to touch yourself without my permission like some- like some pussy-starved whore?"

And there it was. Resonating through the bedroom, the slap landed right on his left cheek, throwing his head to the side. It stung more than he'd thought it would, in more ways than one. Before he knew it, the tears in his eyes started spilling over, far too quickly for him to try to stop them. He pressed his lips together as heat quickly spread through his cheeks, both from the impact and from the shame washing over him.

This clearly wasn't working for Wooyoung the way he expected it to.

A gentle hand cupped his right cheek, gingerly turning his head back. He silently complied, only to be met with the sight of you kneeling in front of him, your own eyes wide and teary as you worriedly examined his face. He could feel your hands trembling slightly, only adding to the growing pit in his stomach. He made you do this. He made you feel awful for his own fuck-up.

"Wooyoung? Wooyoungie, are you okay? I'm so, so sorry," you fretted over him frantically, caressing his stinging cheek as carefully as you could. "I hit you too hard, didn't I? I'm so sorry. Please don't cry, does it hurt a lot? Do you need ice?"

Wooyoung shook his head at your panicked questions, taking hold of your wrists before pulling them away from his face. "It's okay, I'm- I'm fine," he choked out, clearing his throat as he blinked any remaining tears away. "You didn't do anything wrong, I asked you to do this. I should be the one that's sorry, and I really am."

"Please don't apologize, babe," you insisted. "I shouldn't have hit you as hard as I did, it's my fault. Come on, let's get up and put some ice on it just in case, okay? Then we can talk about this."

Which is how Wooyoung finds himself here, sitting butt-naked by the kitchen island in nothing but a loose shirt, holding a slowly thawing bag of frozen vegetables to his cheek while you clean up in the bedroom. A few minutes later, he hears the unmistakable sound of feet pitter-pattering against the apartment's linoleum, causing his heartbeat to stutter as he braces himself for the impending conversation.

"So," you begin resolutely, taking a seat on the bar stool next to his, "that didn't work out."

Wooyoung lets out a humorless chuckle at your comment, nodding his head dazedly. "Yup."

When he doesn't elaborate, you prod further. "Hun, you don't have to talk about this yet if you don't want to, but what was it that made you cry? I definitely overdid it with the slap, but a lot was happening at once so I just want to make sure I know what we should avoid next time."

Wooyoung sighs before finally turning to you. "Honestly, it was a bit of everything, I guess." He smiles at you sadly, pulling your hand to rest in his lap. "The manhandling, the things you said and the names you called me, the slap itself, all of it just combined so badly and made me feel inferior, and not in a sexy way."

"I thought you liked that though?" You somehow manage to question in a way that doesn't come off as accusing, just genuinely curious. "Was it just too much this time? Did I do it wrong somehow?"

Shaking his head, Wooyoung huffs out a small sound of disagreement. His free hand absentmindedly plays with your fingers in his lap. "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just..."

"It's just?" You try to encourage him, stopping his fidgeting by interlocking your hand with his.

With another disappointed sigh leaving his lips, Wooyoung finally caves. "It's just that you were right. You know, before, when I brought this whole thing up to you like an idiot and pushed you into doing it despite your qualms with it. Just because something is hot outside of the bedroom doesn't mean it will feel the same way when you actually get that much more intimate and vulnerable. I didn't believe you at first but now I know. I'm sorry."

Groaning, you jump down from the bar stool you were sitting on to get even closer to your boyfriend. "Babe please, stop apologizing, it's not your fault", you complain as you pull him into a hug. "You didn't push me into anything, I would have said no if I was genuinely uncomfortable with the idea. So let's just stop blaming ourselves, okay? We both messed up in different ways tonight, but it's okay. We stopped when we needed to and now we're talking it out. That's all that matters."

Turning on the stool to face you directly, Wooyoung dives into the crook of your neck, making sure not to touch you with the cheek he was just icing. You feel him nod into your skin before relaxing against you as your hand starts playing with his hair.

"...So does this mean you're still okay with being a bit mean to me outside of the bedroom?"

You huff out a chuckle, making Wooyoung laugh quietly as well.

"If that's what your heart desires, then gladly."

Jongho (bondage, a mild-ish panic attack - crying, being unable to breathe)

When it came to your and Jongho's intimate life, you wanted to take things slow.

Now, it's not like sex was a completely foreign concept in your relationship - you'd already crossed that line a few months ago. You asking Jongho to sub for you, however, introduced a pretty new dynamic to him. Until now, everything that went down in your bedroom was mostly vanilla and with no real power dynamics, so this came as quite a surprise. He decided to indulge, you, though, undeniably intrigued himself.

And what do you know, Jongho ended up really enjoying it! So much so, in fact, that it was now he who would ask you to explore your dominant side more, to tell him what to do and how to do it.

As time passed and the two of you got more comfortable in your roles, it was as if a whole new world of possibilities had suddenly opened up for you. There was so much to try out with him, on him, that you could barely contain your excitement.

But alas, you wanted to take things slow, both to preserve the thrill as long as possible and to not overwhelm either of you with anything.

Starting out with the basics, like some slightly rougher touches, hair pulling, and dirty talk, Jongho was surprised to find himself eagerly on board with everything. This then led you to the next thing you desperately wanted to try: bondage.

At this suggestion, Jongho was a bit more apprehensive. He'd always liked his personal space and freedom of movement, so to have that taken away from him sounded a bit scary, even if it was you doing it.

Nevertheless, and especially after seeing your excited face as you waited for his response, he agreed.

"Everything okay? Try pulling on it a bit, does it hurt?" You asked your blushing boyfriend, watching as he gingerly pulled at the rope tied around his wrist. He was lying on his back below you, dressed in nothing but his boxers while you sat on his chest to work on restraining him.

"It's- it's fine, I think," Jongho muttered with bated breath, letting you carefully examine the rope before moving on to his other arm. Already, the way you were sitting on his chest while tying his hands felt a bit claustrophobic, but he just chalked it up to the anxiety of trying out new things. It wasn't unusual for him to get nervous when experimenting with you, so it really shouldn't be a big deal now.

The moment you picked up his other hand, though, Jongho's breath stuttered. With his remaining free hand in your hold, he began to feel truly powerless. Chewing on his bottom lip, he watched as you wrapped the rope around the headboard before connecting it to his wrist, trying to keep his focus on the pretty blue color of the material to ease his growing worry.

"Okay, now try this one," you spoke, eyes flitting to Jongho's wide, precious eyes. "Good?"

Jongho did as told, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to pull his wrist free but couldn't. His already loud heart started beating even faster as a strange feeling pressed against his lungs. Despite this, he nodded anyway, eyes avoiding your gaze as he spoke: "Yeah, 's good."

You smiled, shuffling down his chest to rest against his hips. "Alright then," you whispered, "you ready?"

Against all better judgment, Jongho confidently nodded his head, determined to enjoy himself tonight. He could already feel the need to touch you whining at him from the inside, desperate to hold you to ground himself, but he promptly ignored it. After all, that's supposed to be the point of this, isn't it? To restrict your frustrated and needy sub and give them only what you deem they've earned.

Smoothing your hands over his chest, Jongho moaned, eagerly arching into your touch to try to get out of his anxious mind. You only chuckled at his responsiveness, leaning forward to pepper kisses everywhere your hands just traveled. Trailing your nails over his pecs, you stopped at his nipples, teasingly circling around the buds before giving them a quick pinch.

Jongho let out a weak whine at the sensation, making the headboard creak above him as he tugged at the ropes. The sound made you smirk, telling you just how much your actions were affecting your boyfriend without even having to look up.

Perhaps you should have, though, as Jongho's nervous but sure facade quickly began to crumble. His hands kept grabbing at nothing, frustration bubbling up in him as you were so close and he needed to touch you so bad, and yet he just couldn't. He knew he could trust you with his life, that you wouldn't harm him in any way, yet he couldn't help but feel trapped. Like this, with no way to ground himself through touch, everything felt so much more intense, so chaotic and out of his control, and not in a good way.

"You're being such a good boy for me Jongie," you cooed after a while of playing with his chest, both of his nipples now red and sensitive. Looking into his glossy eyes, you leaned down to trap his lips in a passionate kiss, which he meekly returned a moment later. You swallowed each rugged breath and whine coming from his mouth as your hands started trailing down, one stopping to massage his waist while the other kept lowering. You moved to sit a bit lower again, this time on his thighs, making more room for your next ministrations. Eyes still closed while you kept kissing him, you relied on your memory and touch to guide you down to the hem of his underwear.

When your fingertips finally grazed the fabric of his boxers, you couldn't help but smile into the kiss, your grin growing even wider as you heard the wooden headboard groaning again, louder this time. "Someone's impatient," you teased, receiving something akin to a whimper in return.

Pulling away to let your lover catch his breath, you quickly got to work on his neck, teasing your fingers against the band of his underwear just a little longer before finally slipping inside. Your hand wrapped around him just as you bit the sweet spot on his neck, eagerly sucking at the sensitive skin. This time, Jongho pulled at the ropes even stronger, a full-on sob ripping from his chest. He choked on the sound midway through, however, still too winded from your kiss to properly breathe.

Though whines and whimpers were nothing uncommon from him, something about his frantic breathing tipped you off immediately.

"Baby, are you oka-" you gasped as soon as you saw his visible distress, hyperventilating while tears ran down his cheeks. "Jongho! Oh my god, what happened?!" You immediately sat up straight, pulling your hands away from him and reaching for the restraints instead.

"It's-" Jongho began, only to choke on another sob, "I'm sorry, I can't, please, I don't-"

"Calm down baby, it's okay," you told him as softly and comfortingly as you could, suppressing the panic writhing inside you. "Just breathe with me while I get these off, alright?"

Jongho tried his best to listen, focusing on each rise and fall of your chest as he clumsily followed along. The moment he felt you tugging on the ropes again, however, another scared whimper escaped his lips.

"I know love, I'm sorry, just hold on," you tried to shush him, willing your hands to stop trembling and fumbling with the knots to free him as quickly as possible.

At last, the tight knot finally came undone, falling off your boyfriend's wrist. He immediately pulled it away from the headboard, reaching over to grab at you instead.

You let him clutch your thigh while you struggled with his other hand, inwardly cursing yourself for not practicing the knots more. His nails dug into your leg whenever you tugged a little too much, clearly still stuck in the fight-flight headspace he'd managed to slip into.

The moment both of his hands were freed, Jongho grasped onto your back, pulling you into his chest and pressing his thighs against you from behind to lock you into the embrace. The position was a bit awkward, bending you down in his lap and almost suffocating you against his body. You didn't consider moving away for a second, though, far too focused on your boyfriend's comfort.

The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, with Jongho's breaths steadily evening out while you rubbed his sides and shoulder blades as much as your position allowed.

Then, the silence was broken.

"I'm sorry," Jongho croaked out, easing his hold on you as you finally sat up again. "I don't know what happened to me just now or why I couldn't say my safeword sooner, but I just- I'm so sorry."

You looked at him incredulously. "What are you sorry for? You're the one in distress, why should you be apologizing for anything?" You huffed, gently brushing his hair back into place. "If anything, I should be the one apologizing for not noticing sooner. And I really am sorry, I should have been more careful considering this was our first time trying this out."

Jongho just shook his head, squeezing your waist and hips absentmindedly. "No, that's not true. You trusted me to say the safeword if anything felt like too much, and I didn't do it. Or I couldn't, I guess."

Confused, your brows furrowed as you looked into his eyes. "What do you mean, 'couldn't'?"

Jongho sighed, cheeks heating up as a fresh wave of shame washed over him. No matter how hard he tried, being vulnerable was still a challenge at times, even with you. "I- I don't know... I guess I just felt lost, in a way. I didn't want to keep going anymore but you looked like you were enjoying it a lot and that made me second-guess myself and I got stuck in that loop until you noticed."

You mirrored Jongho's sigh, though yours was a lot less embarrassed and a lot more worried. "Honey," you spoke sternly, watching his eyes immediately flick back up to yours. "You know I love you, right?"

His eyes widened at the sudden question, but he quickly nodded anyway. "Of course I do! And I love you too, but... why do you ask?"

"Well, since you know I love you, you also know that I'd never knowingly push you past your limits just because I enjoy it, right? The only time I feel good is when I know you're feeling just as good as me, if not more," you explained softly but firmly, making sure the message stuck. "Please, promise me you'll never put my pleasure over your comfort ever again. Just because I'm the one calling the shots during a scene doesn't mean you should disregard your own feelings like that."

Silence filled the room as Jongho took in your words, stunned. His mouth opened as if to reply, but before he could, his lips started to tremble as a new wave of tears clouded his vision. He pressed his lips together, trying his best to suppress the sudden surge of emotions in his chest.

How could someone be this nice and gentle with him?

Perhaps that's what he was missing during the scene - that feeling that despite his submission, it was still him who ultimately decided what was okay and what wasn't. That at any point, he could just pull you off of him if he needed to, that he could escape any of the vulnerable situations you put him in. So when his hands were suddenly tied up, taking away that safety and security, it was only natural for him to panic.

He was not to blame.

Taking a deep breath to compose himself, Jongho blinked away the tears in his eyes, giving you a tired but genuine smile instead.

"Promise."

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How bend-over-able are the Ateez members? | MTL

...and how would they react to seeing themselves in the mirror during it?

Desc.: what it says on the tin, 1 762 words, sub!ateez x dom!reader smut, implied pegging if you're afab (tbh some of these don't even have to be about penetration), assumed established relationship, mostly suggestive, slightly fluffy if you squint

1. Hongjoong - Loves it loves it loves it. Did I mention he loves it? It makes him feel so slutty and attractive, like you just can't help yourself and need him right then and there. Be it over the kitchen counter, your desk, or the couch, just take him anywhere and everywhere. Over time, the two of you might even make it a game of sorts - whenever Joong wears that pretty green bracelet on his wrist, you already know he's prepped himself that morning and is keeping himself ready with a plug for when you'll inevitably pounce on him. He loves the thrill and surprise of it, you love how he plans in advance to accommodate your every desire. It's a win-win, really.

As for seeing himself during the act, he's a bit confusing. Mirrors are too clear and distracting for him, but seeing your joint reflection in something more matte or colorful really gets him going. He likes both feeling and seeing as you drive into him, making him really hold onto the couch cushions as he watches you two in the dark TV screen.

2. Seonghwa - While Seonghwa definitely likes it when you bend him over, what really gets him is when he bends over for you. He loves the immediate attention it gets him as your eyes trace his every line and curve, whatever you were about to say disappearing from your lips. The way such a simple motion can completely entrance you, drawing you to him like the strongest magnet known to man, riles him up like nothing else. After a few seconds of pure tension, when you finally reach him, he lets you take the lead, lets you get lost in the feeling of, well, him. And while he may be the one who's about to be taken, it's only because you couldn't resist his purposeful charms and movements. Make him feel worshipped, lavished, and powerful, like you've never experienced anything as wonderful as him.

Doesn't really enjoy mirrors, preferring to instead use his imagination to think about how debauched he must look right now. It feels like a dirty little secret he keeps in his mind while you claim him from behind.

3. Wooyoung - This one loves it, end of story. He loves teasing you with it like Seonghwa, loves being surprised by it like Hongjoong, and anything in between. It makes him feel both desired and a little bit more in control than usual since he's still mostly standing and able to move around more while you're inside him. He likes how natural it feels for either of you to initiate this way, and how effective it is in turning the other on. He loves teasing you with it as well, bending over right in front of you to present his best assets, only to scamper away into the bedroom, laughing giddily as you run after him. It's not like either of you mind the chase, though, since it just makes you go that much harder on him once you finally get him under you. Another big plus is how convenient it is whenever there's no bed around or when you're near other people. Your hand clamps down over his mouth, silencing most of his sounds while you drive him up the bathroom counter.

And don't even get me started if there's a mirror in front of him, god. He'd love to look at himself as you're ruining him, only to then cheekily meet your eyes in the reflection. You can't see his smile under your hand, but you can tell it's there from the way his eyes turn into playful, twinkling crescents. He feels so sexy like this, and judging by your intense, laser-focused expression, he knows you agree.

4. Yeosang - Now, contrary to his reserved personality, Yeosang is down for a lot more than most people might think. Similar to Hongjoong, he loves the spontaneity of it and how much it shows your genuine want for him, along with how powerless he gets to feel when you just bend him over to your will whenever you so desire. The only downside is that once you really get into it and are stimulating his g-spot, it's so hard for him to stay in position. Your touch from the inside makes him incredibly squirmy, and if it wasn't for your other hand holding him up by the waist, his knees would have given out long ago. When he does cum eventually, you need to be quick to catch him or he'll literally fall to the ground. Hold him as you slowly slide down with him and make him feel safe in your arms while he comes down from his high. The more secure he feels with you, the more eager he is to do this again in the future <3

As for mirrors, they scare him for most of your session... until he's feeling so submissive and desperate for release that most of his inhibitions disappear. By that point, seeing himself only feeds that craving for powerlessness even more and gets him that much closer to the edge. In other words, if timed right, you'll get him to cum almost immediately; if not, you'll have to reassure him and start all over again. High risk, high reward.

5. San - Being an ass-man himself, he definitely understands the appeal of this position for you and is happy to indulge you often as long as you make him feel good in return. He also enjoys the slightly primal feel of it, much like when you get him on all fours on the bed. He likes feeling conquered, pushed into submission, but only because you wanted him so much you just had to have him. He feels pursued and admired, in a way. Sexy. However, like I said, all of those feelings can be evoked in the comfort of your bed too, and most of the time, San would prefer that over the table or the counter. If that isn't available, though, you can definitely count on him to hold steady and eagerly push back against you as you claim what's yours.

Sometimes, seeing himself in the mirror turns him on further, other times it's too distracting. With San, it all depends on the mood and how adventurous he's feeling that day, really.

6. Jongho - While he definitely enjoys being manhandled by you at unexpected times, Jongho has to be in a very specific type of mood to really enjoy himself like this. That being when he wants you to dom him without any mercy, moving inside him rough and fast. In those moments, he's more than ready to be ravished by you, wanting to feel weak and small. Unlike your usual switchy or soft-dom times, he just wants to let go, to turn off his brain completely while you do whatever you want to him and make your authority physically known. Don't go easy on him, really press him down into that kitchen counter, lean over his back and bite his shoulder while you use him as you please. You both know the safeword, and until then, everything's fair game.

The only permanent "no" from Jongho are mirrors or reflections of any kind, since it distracts him too much and he can't properly get into the headspace he craves so much.

7. Yunho - This one's a bit conflicted. On one hand, bending over means no direct eye contact, which usually makes him really shy and, in turn, more tense than either of you would like. On the other hand, letting you push him down and fuck him from behind makes him feel a little too exposed and slutty, which leads to him blushing and clamping down even more than normal. So, unless you're willing to put in additional time just to get him to relax and come out of his shell, you're probably better off just facing him on the bed and loosening him up until he's properly ready for you. If you do have the time and will, though, he's happy to try and let go for you. In addition, if the two of you succeed, it makes him feel really relaxed and proud of himself afterwards. To put it simply, more time and effort will bear bigger rewards, but it may not be the most convenient or comfortable option for either of you.

Due to the reasons stated above, definitely do not bring a mirror into the equation, since it would just combine the worst of both worlds and he's stuttering his safeword in two minutes tops.

8. Mingi - Despite loving it when you get rough and impatient with him, Mingi is also really big on intimacy when submissive. He loves to look into your eyes as you take him, make sure you can see just how good you're making him feel while he gets to feel small and safe in return. Sometimes he does like to indulge in you fucking him on all fours, sure, but that's because he can still feel your touch on most of his body and loves it when you drape yourself over his back as if you're shielding him from the world. When you bend him over, though, he doesn't really get either. Even if he turns around to look at you while you do it, it just doesn't feel the same and it strains his back and neck after a while. And, well, given his size, it's hard to really lay over him in this position when he can't arch his back and press his chest into the desk properly. So, no matter how many times you've tried this, eventually, it always ends with either Mingi pausing to turn around, or just moving to the bedroom altogether to lie down and face you comfortably. As hot as he'd look bent over for you, it never lasts long, if it even gets to that in the first place, sorry.

Not even a mirror can fix his issue since he wants to see you, not himself. So when he's facing it so closely and directly, his eyes keep flitting to himself until he gets too self-conscious and shy to continue.

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you're so real for the grippable question oh my god!!! I swear these types of rankings just come to you out of nowhere and refuse to give you peace until you write it all down or at least ponder over it for like an hour lmao

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How bend-over-able are the Ateez members? | MTL

...and how would they react to seeing themselves in the mirror during it?

Desc.: what it says on the tin, 1 762 words, sub!ateez x dom!reader smut, implied pegging if you're afab (tbh some of these don't even have to be about penetration), assumed established relationship, mostly suggestive, slightly fluffy if you squint

1. Hongjoong - Loves it loves it loves it. Did I mention he loves it? It makes him feel so slutty and attractive, like you just can't help yourself and need him right then and there. Be it over the kitchen counter, your desk, or the couch, just take him anywhere and everywhere. Over time, the two of you might even make it a game of sorts - whenever Joong wears that pretty green bracelet on his wrist, you already know he's prepped himself that morning and is keeping himself ready with a plug for when you'll inevitably pounce on him. He loves the thrill and surprise of it, you love how he plans in advance to accommodate your every desire. It's a win-win, really.

As for seeing himself during the act, he's a bit confusing. Mirrors are too clear and distracting for him, but seeing your joint reflection in something more matte or colorful really gets him going. He likes both feeling and seeing as you drive into him, making him really hold onto the couch cushions as he watches you two in the dark TV screen.

2. Seonghwa - While Seonghwa definitely likes it when you bend him over, what really gets him is when he bends over for you. He loves the immediate attention it gets him as your eyes trace his every line and curve, whatever you were about to say disappearing from your lips. The way such a simple motion can completely entrance you, drawing you to him like the strongest magnet known to man, riles him up like nothing else. After a few seconds of pure tension, when you finally reach him, he lets you take the lead, lets you get lost in the feeling of, well, him. And while he may be the one who's about to be taken, it's only because you couldn't resist his purposeful charms and movements. Make him feel worshipped, lavished, and powerful, like you've never experienced anything as wonderful as him.

Doesn't really enjoy mirrors, preferring to instead use his imagination to think about how debauched he must look right now. It feels like a dirty little secret he keeps in his mind while you claim him from behind.

3. Wooyoung - This one loves it, end of story. He loves teasing you with it like Seonghwa, loves being surprised by it like Hongjoong, and anything in between. It makes him feel both desired and a little bit more in control than usual since he's still mostly standing and able to move around more while you're inside him. He likes how natural it feels for either of you to initiate this way, and how effective it is in turning the other on. He loves teasing you with it as well, bending over right in front of you to present his best assets, only to scamper away into the bedroom, laughing giddily as you run after him. It's not like either of you mind the chase, though, since it just makes you go that much harder on him once you finally get him under you. Another big plus is how convenient it is whenever there's no bed around or when you're near other people. Your hand clamps down over his mouth, silencing most of his sounds while you drive him up the bathroom counter.

And don't even get me started if there's a mirror in front of him, god. He'd love to look at himself as you're ruining him, only to then cheekily meet your eyes in the reflection. You can't see his smile under your hand, but you can tell it's there from the way his eyes turn into playful, twinkling crescents. He feels so sexy like this, and judging by your intense, laser-focused expression, he knows you agree.

4. Yeosang - Now, contrary to his reserved personality, Yeosang is down for a lot more than most people might think. Similar to Hongjoong, he loves the spontaneity of it and how much it shows your genuine want for him, along with how powerless he gets to feel when you just bend him over to your will whenever you so desire. The only downside is that once you really get into it and are stimulating his g-spot, it's so hard for him to stay in position. Your touch from the inside makes him incredibly squirmy, and if it wasn't for your other hand holding him up by the waist, his knees would have given out long ago. When he does cum eventually, you need to be quick to catch him or he'll literally fall to the ground. Hold him as you slowly slide down with him and make him feel safe in your arms while he comes down from his high. The more secure he feels with you, the more eager he is to do this again in the future <3

As for mirrors, they scare him for most of your session... until he's feeling so submissive and desperate for release that most of his inhibitions disappear. By that point, seeing himself only feeds that craving for powerlessness even more and gets him that much closer to the edge. In other words, if timed right, you'll get him to cum almost immediately; if not, you'll have to reassure him and start all over again. High risk, high reward.

5. San - Being an ass-man himself, he definitely understands the appeal of this position for you and is happy to indulge you often as long as you make him feel good in return. He also enjoys the slightly primal feel of it, much like when you get him on all fours on the bed. He likes feeling conquered, pushed into submission, but only because you wanted him so much you just had to have him. He feels pursued and admired, in a way. Sexy. However, like I said, all of those feelings can be evoked in the comfort of your bed too, and most of the time, San would prefer that over the table or the counter. If that isn't available, though, you can definitely count on him to hold steady and eagerly push back against you as you claim what's yours.

Sometimes, seeing himself in the mirror turns him on further, other times it's too distracting. With San, it all depends on the mood and how adventurous he's feeling that day, really.

6. Jongho - While he definitely enjoys being manhandled by you at unexpected times, Jongho has to be in a very specific type of mood to really enjoy himself like this. That being when he wants you to dom him without any mercy, moving inside him rough and fast. In those moments, he's more than ready to be ravished by you, wanting to feel weak and small. Unlike your usual switchy or soft-dom times, he just wants to let go, to turn off his brain completely while you do whatever you want to him and make your authority physically known. Don't go easy on him, really press him down into that kitchen counter, lean over his back and bite his shoulder while you use him as you please. You both know the safeword, and until then, everything's fair game.

The only permanent "no" from Jongho are mirrors or reflections of any kind, since it distracts him too much and he can't properly get into the headspace he craves so much.

7. Yunho - This one's a bit conflicted. On one hand, bending over means no direct eye contact, which usually makes him really shy and, in turn, more tense than either of you would like. On the other hand, letting you push him down and fuck him from behind makes him feel a little too exposed and slutty, which leads to him blushing and clamping down even more than normal. So, unless you're willing to put in additional time just to get him to relax and come out of his shell, you're probably better off just facing him on the bed and loosening him up until he's properly ready for you. If you do have the time and will, though, he's happy to try and let go for you. In addition, if the two of you succeed, it makes him feel really relaxed and proud of himself afterwards. To put it simply, more time and effort will bear bigger rewards, but it may not be the most convenient or comfortable option for either of you.

Due to the reasons stated above, definitely do not bring a mirror into the equation, since it would just combine the worst of both worlds and he's stuttering his safeword in two minutes tops.

8. Mingi - Despite loving it when you get rough and impatient with him, Mingi is also really big on intimacy when submissive. He loves to look into your eyes as you take him, make sure you can see just how good you're making him feel while he gets to feel small and safe in return. Sometimes he does like to indulge in you fucking him on all fours, sure, but that's because he can still feel your touch on most of his body and loves it when you drape yourself over his back as if you're shielding him from the world. When you bend him over, though, he doesn't really get either. Even if he turns around to look at you while you do it, it just doesn't feel the same and it strains his back and neck after a while. And, well, given his size, it's hard to really lay over him in this position when he can't arch his back and press his chest into the desk properly. So, no matter how many times you've tried this, eventually, it always ends with either Mingi pausing to turn around, or just moving to the bedroom altogether to lie down and face you comfortably. As hot as he'd look bent over for you, it never lasts long, if it even gets to that in the first place, sorry.

Not even a mirror can fix his issue since he wants to see you, not himself. So when he's facing it so closely and directly, his eyes keep flitting to himself until he gets too self-conscious and shy to continue.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always very appreciated! <3

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Red Light, No Entry | Hyung line

Summary: sub!Ateez scenarios about you/them stopping a scene

Word count: 7 394

Warnings: written at the beginning of each member's scenario, other than that just general awkwardness and misunderstandings

A/N: This post is the sixth and last part of my Kinktober 2024 series! You can find the masterlist for it here.

A/N 2: Since the fic got quite long, this is only the first half - you can expect the maknae line version soon!

Hongjoong (cnc, hongjoong pretends to be in distress, pegging, a few tears)

The moment Hongjoong asked you to try consensual non-consent, you were both wary and excited. On one hand, you'd already dabbled in quite a few rougher sessions, all of which you'd come to enjoy a lot. Not to mention how he always made sure to reassure you the whole way through, proving it really was just a form of stress relief for him and he wasn't actually uncomfortable.

But now, most of that reassurance would be taken away. Hongjoong wanted to feel small and helpless, to not have any other choice but to take what you'd give him. He found it freeing, knowing he could abandon his leader persona for a moment and just trust you to make all the choices for him. And with the added pretense of not being on board, he could thrive in the almost dangerous dominance emanating from you, in the feeling of being so desired you couldn't help but pounce on him. And hey, worst-case scenario, he could always use his safeword, right? Not to mention the extensive preparations you both made for this scene, discussing any potential boundaries and turn-offs.

And yet, now that you were finally here, you couldn't help but feel massively underprepared anyway.

Hongjoong was on all fours, tightly gripping the pillow his face was buried in while you pounded him from behind. Despite said pillow, you could still hear his muffled protests, whines, and whimpers, growing more desperate by the minute.

You made sure to hold him firmly by the hips, playing your part in the play-pretend scenario of using him solely for your pleasure. Whenever he made another haphazard attempt to get away from you, you were right there to pull him back on your strap, pushing him into the mattress to make him stay.

At first, everything was fine. Intense, but doable. Every now and then, a sound or a jolt from your boyfriend would startle you a bit, but each time, you'd just try to remember the countless times you'd rehearsed and discussed this to remind yourself it was all fake.

However, as time went on, that certainty steadily chipped away.

The pained and desperate noises you were pushing out of Hongjoong started to sound a little too desperate, and the tremble setting into his limbs sure wasn't helping either. You kept trying to tell yourself he would use his safeword if he needed to, but what if he forgot? What if he was stubbornly pushing himself to enjoy what he'd suggested, or worse, because he was scared to let you down? What if he was simply too deep in subspace that he didn't know how to get out of it anymore?

"What's your color, babe?" You panted into his ear as you leaned down, getting a whimpered "Green!" in return.

And yet, you still weren't convinced. After all, how could you be when the more he pretended to struggle, the more you started to feel as if you were actually hurting him? Sure, your main focus was on securing Hongjoong's safety and comfort, but have you stopped to consider your own feelings as well?

"Oh god," Hongjoong sniffled out a few seconds after your check-in, voice watery from the way you were jostling him around. "It's too much Y/N, I really can't! Please, no more!"

Perhaps he was just trying to immerse himself back into the scene after your question, but the moment he lifted his head from the pillow to beg, revealing the tear-stained pillowcase, you knew you were done.

"Baby, red," your voice cut clear through the hot air.

"Wh-what?" Hongjoong stumbled out dumbly, looking back at you in confusion. He was met with your sorry frown, one of your hands sliding down to smooth circles across his lower back before carefully pulling out of him. He wanted to whine at the sudden emptiness, but something told him he probably shouldn't make this about himself right now.

Gingerly, you grabbed his waist and flipped him over, making sure he was lying comfortably. "I'm sorry hun, but I don't think I can push through this one. You know I don't mind roughing you up one bit, but when I don't have the usual reassurance you give me throughout sex, it makes me feel like I'm actually hurting you."

Hongjoong pushed himself up on his elbows, eyes growing wide at your words. "But love, I said beforehand that I'd only be pretending, I even told you I was green when you'd asked! You didn't hurt me in any way, I promise."

You sighed, though a small smile still made its way onto your lips. "I know, babe, but even then, your acting started to feel a little too real. I mean, look at you, you literally have tears in your eyes," you said as you wiped his damp cheeks. "And I know you sometimes tear up even during milder scenes, but there I'm always sure you're actually enjoying yourself."

Hongjoong pondered your words, looking to the side with a serious expression.

"I'm still completely fine with throwing you around and punishing you when you get bratty, and hey, maybe we can try again another time in a more relaxed, beginner-friendly way, but for now, I want to be 100% sure you're on board with everything I'm doing."

After a moment, Hongjoong let out a sigh, wordlessly nodding as he shuffled onto his side and beckoned you over with open arms.

You took him up on the offer in a heartbeat, wanting nothing more than to hold your precious boyfriend and ease any remaining guilt you felt. Trying your best to work around the awkward slotting of your harness against him, you let yourself be wrapped up in his embrace.

"It's okay, love, I understand," Hongjoong began, giving you a soft kiss on the top of your head. "I know it won't change your mind right now, but please believe me when I say I really did like this a lot. I always tell you right away when I get even a little uncomfortable, you know that."

You hummed in agreement at his words, tucking your cheek further into his chest as your finger traced the tattoo on his arm.

"That being said, we can absolutely stop for today if you're not feeling it anymore. I thought this might be something fun and new for us to try, but it's also something I can absolutely do without, trust me. As much as you care about my comfort, I care about yours."

"...so you wouldn't be opposed to this turning into some soft, sappy lovemaking instead?" You asked with a shy smile, looking up to meet his loving gaze.

With a giddy laugh, he shook his head before getting up to straddle your lap. Cupping your cheeks with his warm hands, he swooped down for a big, fat smooch.

"Never."

Seonghwa (doing stuff in public, plugs, seonghwa spirals for a second)

For the longest time now, Seonghwa had been wanting to do something in public. You were unsure at first, considering how private the two of you were about your sex life. He insisted, though, claiming this would be different since no one around you would actually know what was happening. And so, the two of you agreed to try.

A few days later, you were getting ready for an outing with his friends and their partners. Deciding that this was a good opportunity for your little adventure, Seonghwa came up to you with a small, vibrating plug you sometimes used on him. Resisting the urge to take him right then and there with the way he bent over for you so prettily, you helped him put the toy inside. You hadn't even turned it on yet, but your boyfriend was already buzzing with excitement by the time you left your apartment.

But as the two of you arrived at the bar for the night, that excitement turned to something different. A vague unease, of sorts.

You could tell Seonghwa was nervous as he sat down at the far end corner of the booth, quietly eyeing the place as he stuck close to you. Grabbing his thigh, you successfully got his attention again, though not without a small, surprised flinch.

"Are you still okay with doing this, hun?" You asked tentatively, giving him an inquisitive look. Seonghwa gave you a soft smile, resting his slightly clammy hand atop yours. "Of course, whenever you're ready."

Truth be told, Seonghwa wasn't as sure about this as he had claimed to be. In his head, the idea always sounded so hot, being claimed by you in such an intense way with people around. Not to mention the thrill of sharing such a dirty secret between you, making him feel giddy at the added layer of intimacy.

But now, as the plug pressed against him from the inside every time he shifted around, the arousal and excitement he was expecting never really came. Instead, as he watched his friends gather around and chat, he started to feel dirty, and not in a good way. Every time his gaze flicked to someone's face, he could feel a strange churn in his stomach, a mix of shame and guilt swirling around inside. Everyone else thought this was just a normal, fun hangout with friends, so why did he have to bring his own twisted desires into it and force it upon them? And what was worse, despite his adamantly disagreeing brain, he still couldn't help but get aroused, cock starting to strain in his slacks and making him feel that much dirtier.

He couldn't do this. The wish to indulge his perversion just wasn't worth disrespecting his friends like this. They all looked so happy and unassuming and to think he'd even do something like this to them- oh god, he was starting to spiral.

You, on the other hand, either didn't notice his awkwardness or pretended not to, too busy talking to San's partner next to you to pay too much attention to him. You didn't turn on the plug right away either, deciding to wait a bit to surprise him instead.

The entire time you were chatting away with the others, Seonghwa watched you in anxious silence, ogling the small remote you were holding under the table. Waiting. He was feverishly contemplating whether to stop you now, to end the scene before it could even properly begin, but with all the stress and anxiety coursing through him, he couldn't help but freeze instead. You looked like you were having so much fun, and he didn't want to interrupt that by complaining about the thing he himself had brought up.

Clenching his fists in his lap, he tried to will his slowly rising hard-on down, but to no avail. As humiliating as his situation was, his body was reacting anyway. Maybe the humiliation even helped in some twisted way, who knows. He wouldn't be surprised, given how much of a gross pervert he was already-

He was brought out of his frantic thoughts when he saw your hand twitch. The movement was almost unnoticeable, but given how closely he was staring at your hand already, dreading this exact situation, it woke him up in record time. While you were laughing along at something Yunho had just said, he watched in slow motion as your thumb inched towards the small "On" button. There was genuine fear in his chest now, feeling as though he could only watch and not intervene, too small to do anything.

Until you hovered directly over the button and Seonghwa's body seemingly moved on its own.

His hand snapped forward to grab your wrist, almost making you drop the remote in surprise. His grip was tight, though you could feel a slight tremor in it as he held onto you.

Turning to look at him, your teasing smile quickly fell as you finally noticed his wide, shaky eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Your words came out hushed so as to not alert anyone beside the two of you, and yet the calming effect it had on Seonghwa was immediate. Despite his hold on your wrist staying firm, his shoulders noticeably relaxed, allowing him to let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding.

"I- I," Seonghwa gulped, eyes glazing over slightly as all the suppressed tension suddenly released from his body, "I'm scared."

Your own chest tightened at that, moving your free hand to rest over his as you gave him a worried pout. "Do you want to wait a bit longer or should we just stop altogether?"

There wasn't a moment of hesitation before your boyfriend chose the latter, relieved when you immediately agreed. Putting the remote away, you stood up and quickly excused the two of you, lying about needing fresh air due to a headache. In times like these, you really were a lifesaver.

After shuffling out of the booth together, with Seonghwa holding your bag in front of his crotch as inconspicuously as he could, you headed straight for the bathroom. You waited for him outside while he took care of the toy, letting him borrow your handbag so that he had somewhere to put it.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened again, and outside stepped a considerably red but much calmer-looking Seonghwa. He sheepishly handed you your bag back before digging around his coat pockets, only to fish out a small bottle of hand sanitizer.

"How dumb of me to think they'd have paper towels in there instead of hand dryers. Now my hands are gonna feel gross for the rest of the night," he huffed half upset, half to ease the slightly awkward tension between the two of you.

"Yeah, I'm afraid we can't do much about that, baby," you replied sympathetically. "But besides that, you good?"

His blush deepened at your question, lips pressing together nervously. "Ah, uh, yeah, everything's fine. I guess I just expected this to feel a lot more fun and a lot less disrespectful. I couldn't look anyone in the eyes I felt so bad." He let out a small chuckle at the end, but you could tell he was more disappointed than anything. Whether in himself or the situation altogether, you didn't know.

You hummed in understanding, drawing closer to him as you put your hand on his arm. "It's okay, love, you didn't mean to disrespect anyone. And it's not like they had any idea, anyway. They won't be hurt by this, I promise. The only thing that happened tonight was that we figured out another boundary to be mindful of in the future."

We. Oh, how he loved that you said that. It was a small choice of words, and yet, in this situation, it meant the world to him. This wasn't him fucking up and being a terrible person, you were in this together and it really wasn't that big of a deal. Well, it was a big enough deal to make him never want to do this again, but as for this one-time mess-up, it really wasn't worth beating himself up over it.

"So, you ready to head back?" You took a step forward, offering him your hand.

He smiled sheepishly, lowering his gaze to your outstretched hand before enveloping it in his own.

"Of course, whenever you're ready."

Yunho (pet play, cfnm, collars and leashes)

Considering everything else up until now, it only made sense for the two of you to try this.

No matter who Yunho talked to, sooner or later, his behavior would be compared to that of a dog, or, more accurately, a puppy. He really liked the comparison, especially whenever you made it - including in the bedroom. Not to mention how he tended to refer to himself as Puppy too whenever he happened to fall a little too deep into subspace.

"Mmh, Puppy's gonna- Puppy needs-", "Please keep going, Puppy can take it, Puppy wants to be good for you!"

And so, one evening after an hour of passionate lovemaking where Yunho had once again slipped a bit too deep, the topic of his beloved pet name came up once more. Sooner or later, the conversation turned to pet play, with both of you agreeing to try it out to see if it would suit you. The two of you discussed in great detail both what you were curious about and what you wanted to avoid, snuggling even closer together at the exciting plans for the future.

No specific date was set, both to keep Yunho on his toes and to make everything feel more spontaneous. Nervous yet hopeful, he had no choice but to wait for you to initiate.

By the time Thursday rolled around, Yunho had partially forgotten about your promise, both because he didn't want to pressure either of you and because he was so caught up with work that he was glad his mind got any rest at all these days. And even though the big project he'd been working on was finally finished today and he could rest for a few days, he was still so mentally spent he had no energy to celebrate anymore.

Which is exactly why you picked Thursday as the day, since you knew your boyfriend could really use some time off from all the working and thinking. Not to mention you both had Friday off, meaning you had all the time to take this at your own pace.

Yunho quietly shuffled into your shared apartment, turning around to take off his coat and shoes. Putting everything away, he sluggishly turned back to face the hallway, only to startle as you suddenly appeared before him.

"Hey there," you smiled. "Long day at work, huh?"

Yunho blinked away his shock for a moment but smiled nonetheless, nodding softly. "Yeah, I feel like I'm too tired to even speak at this point."

To his surprise, his response only made you smile wider.

"Good things puppies don't need to speak then, right?"

Oh.

Oh.

You could see the succession of emotions flicker in your lover's eyes - confusion, realization, shock, excitement, nervousness, lust.

"Wait, are we really-"

You shushed him with a finger against his lips, tutting softly. "What did I just say, hm? No speaking, Pup. Not unless it's your safeword or something absolutely necessary. Got it?"

After processing your words for a second, all Yunho could do was nod meekly, meeting your gaze with his unsure one.

Your finger on his lips trailed to his cheek as you gently cupped it, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. "Good boy. Now come on, let's get these off."

Yunho stayed still for you while you pulled his sweater over his head, fixing his hair with a small giggle as you let the garment fall to the ground. You'd worry about that later.

His pants soon followed, and so did his boxers. You helped him step out of the fabric pooling around his ankles before grabbing one of his legs. He leaned against your shoulders for support as you took off his sock, setting his leg back down before repeating the same process with the other.

Just like that, Yunho was left completely bare before your still fully clothed form. Something about that contrast made him shiver, made him feel so much smaller than you despite your actual size difference.

It only took a small push on his shoulder to get him to kneel on the floor, looking up at you with nothing but trust and devotion.

"Now, Puppy," you began, not missing the chill running down his spine at the pet name, "there's one more thing we gotta do before we can really begin. Do you know what that is?"

Yunho shook his head no, eyeing you curiously.

You walked around him to where your coats and jackets hung by the door. You picked up a jacket, and Yunho could immediately see something hiding in one of its pockets. He knew what it was even before you had the chance to pull it out.

A collar.

A collar and a leash, to be exact.

"Now, I didn't get you a custom one or anything since we're just trying this out," you explained as you crouched down in front of him, "but if we do end up enjoying this, I'd love to get my puppy one that's made just for him. Would you like that, hun?"

It would appear Yunho was especially slow with responses today, too busy slipping into a different type of daze with each of your words and actions. He was scared to nod his head again since you were putting the collar on him right now, so a small whine had to do. Hopefully, you got the message.

The silent tension as you fixed the collar around his neck was broken with a final click! as you attached the leash to the front, completing the look you'd decided on for tonight. Making sure the collar wasn't too tight, you stuck two fingers under it, surprised to feel Yunho's racing pulse as well. He sure knows how to put on a calm facade.

Standing up on your feet again, you ignored the popping of your knees and straightened up with a small huff. You could only hope Yunho's knees would be more durable than yours.

"Look at you, my pretty pup," you cooed, leaning down to ruffle his hair a bit. "You're too cute to stay out here by the door, don't you think? Come, you deserve a snack for being such a good boy."

And with that, you began walking, leash in hand.

...Only to stop after two steps, feeling said leash tugging your hand back.

You staggered a bit but quickly regained balance, turning around with a raised brow. "Come on Puppy, what did I just say? So much for calling you a good boy when you can't even follow your owner."

Despite your disappointed tone, you were more worried than anything. You looked your boyfriend up and down, looking for any signs of discomfort, but found none. Although his eyes looked a bit hesitant, the steadily growing sight between his legs hinted that was more from the unfamiliarity of the situation rather than actual unease.

Before you could prod him any further, Yunho gingerly leaned forward, placing both palms on the hallway floor. Slowly, shyly even, he began crawling after you.

You watched the muscles in his back move as he clumsily approached you, not even bothering to sit again as his head hung low. "There's my good boy. You're doing so well!" You praised him earnestly, hoping to ease any potential embarrassment he might be feeling. This was supposed to be relaxing for him, after all.

Tugging on his leash again, you finally got him to crawl with you into the kitchen, where you pulled out a chair from the dining table.

Yunho, as expected, stayed on the ground. Just like before, he stayed on all fours, solidifying your decision to get him some knee pads if you were ever going to do this again.

Grabbing a small bowl of frosted wheats you'd prepared in advance, you sat down in front of him.

"Sit."

The command was simple enough for Yunho to follow almost immediately, showing his slightly red knees.

Happy with his fast response, you ruffled his head encouragingly. "Good boy! Here you go."

His eyes flicked up at your words, not expecting to see your hand outstretched with a single piece of cereal in it. His arms twitched as he wanted to grab it himself but quickly stopped at the pointed look in your eyes. The blush on his face grew even deeper as he realized what you wanted from him, lips tightly pressing together in embarrassment.

Nevertheless, he obeyed.

Shuffling forward the slightest bit, Yunho's eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his mouth to the "treat". A moment later, you felt his lips touch your palm for just a split second before retreating again, the small square peeking out from between them.

You watched as he ate it, waiting to give him his next command.

"Down."

A small whine left Yunho at your order, along with a pout settling on his still-red face. He was quite literally giving you puppy eyes.

You just tutted at him in disapproval, gently tugging at his leash to remind him who was in charge.

"Only good boys get treats, Pup, come on. Down."

With his bottom lip still jutting out and his brows furrowed, he finally did as you said, lowering himself to rest his forearms against the cold kitchen tiles.

"There you go! Good boy," you praised him again, letting him sit back up before handing him another piece of cereal. He took it into his mouth with no hesitation this time, and you were pleased to see him getting used to his new role.

Until you got to your next command, that was.

As you watched Yunho swallow his second treat, you opened your mouth to give him the order you were looking forward to the most:

"Speak."

Like the flip of a switch, you could see all of the tension and hesitance return to his body at once. His hands fidgeted in his lap, eyes refusing to look anywhere but the floor.

"Puppy," you spoke in a warning tone, drawing a small whimper from the man before you. "Why are you being so difficult? You know what to do."

Taking a few shallow breaths, Yunho seemed to be steeling himself for something. You watched as he took another, longer breath, chest rising as he looked at you with determination - only to crumble again immediately.

"What is it, hun?" You asked gently, leaning down to pet his hair comfortingly. "Come on, you can do it. This is the last one and then we're gonna move on to something else, okay?"

You thought he'd agree, that this was just one of those moments of uncertainty where your boyfriend needed to be reassured before you could continue.

But, to your surprise, he shook his head.

Worry flooded your heart this time, making your chest tighten. The hand in his hair slipped down to his chin, gently tipping it up to make him look at you. But as he finally met your gaze again, you were met with an even more unsure set of puppy eyes than before.

"Oh honey, what's wrong? Is this too much?"

Hesitantly, Yunho nodded.

"I'm sorry, it's just-" he took a deep breath, curling in on himself slightly, "it's weird, I can't do it."

"What's weird?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I- I thought I'd like this- and some of it I do, really! The collar, the leash, the crawling around, the way you were talking to me, all of it was nice in itself, but when it's all combined like this and I can't even talk to you properly, it just..."

You waited for him to continue, but nothing. "'It just' what?" You softly prodded further, voice coming out in almost a whisper.

Yunho let out another conflicted sigh, pressing his cheek down against your thigh.

"It just feels too dehumanizing," he admitted at last. "And, like, I guess that's the intended effect, but, I don't know. I guess I still need to feel at least a little human even when you treat me like a dog, as confusing as that is. Less barking, more talking, so to speak."

You chuckled at his simplified explanation, making him smile as well.

"I mean, we're still going to need to discuss this later to make sure I know exactly what you mean and want," you began, "but I think I understand it well enough for now. And I'm sorry if I pushed you too far, you could have stopped me way sooner."

"It's okay," Yunho hummed. "We planned all of this together so I knew what to expect. I just needed a bit to decide if I liked it or not, and what exactly I didn't like about it."

You nodded at his explanation, silently petting his hair.

"Well," you spoke up again, making Yunho raise his head from your lap, "I think we should end it here, then - for today, at least. What do you want to do instead? Do you want to take this to the bedroom and do something more familiar, or do you want me to go get your clothes and just stop altogether?"

Yunho weighed his options for a minute, eyebrows furrowing together in concentration.

"Would you be upset if I said I wanted to stop completely?" He sheepishly asked, worried you would take it the wrong way. "Not because you did something bad or anything, I just feel a bit more soft than spicy at the moment."

To his relief, you just chuckled, leaning closer to remove his collar along with the leash. "Of course I won't be upset, Yuyu. Tonight is meant to be about you, to help you relax after all the work you've had to do lately. I want to do whatever makes you happy."

"So you wouldn't mind cuddling on the couch while we finish that box of cereal on the table?"

"I'd love that."

Yeosang - (mirror sex, body insecurities)

You were lying under the covers, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling while you waited for your boyfriend to get ready for bed. You had no problem staying up for him since he was usually rather quick. This time, however, you were beginning to grow impatient, seeing you'd already been waiting almost double the normal time.

Ten more minutes stretched on, steadily adding to your irritation. You'd already called out to Yeosang once to hurry up, only getting a startled "Y-yeah! Just give me a minute!" in return.

Even after said minute, though, your boyfriend seemed nowhere near done. The shower wasn't even running anymore, having been turned off a good while ago. Just what was he doing in there?

Having had enough, you got up with a huff, stomping over to the door again. As expected, it was unlocked. Yeosang didn't really bother with locking it since you never came in unless it was an emergency.

"Yeo, I'm going in, this is getting ridiculous," you announced as you began opening the door. It had been a while since he'd finished showering anyway, so you shouldn't walk in on anything too crazy.

It would appear that your presence was still rather unwelcome, though, as Yeosang squeaked out a jumbled mess of stuttered protests at the door creaking open. And yet, he made no real effort to keep you out, likely too surprised to react in time.

Your brows furrowed as you took in the sight of him, standing before the mirror in nothing but his boxers and arms shielding his chest. "What are you doing?"

Yeosang froze at your question, frantically searching for an answer. "I- I, uh, I was just... looking?"

"At what? Yourself?"

When he sheepishly nodded, you couldn't help but chuckle. "Hun, it's been like fifteen minutes since the shower's turned off. Don't tell me you've been standing here this whole time."

His silence was enough of a response.

"Yeo," you sighed, closing the door behind you before walking over to where he stood.

He stayed quiet as you appeared next to him in the mirror's reflection, avoiding both your and his eyes. Soft arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer.

"You should get dressed, love," you murmured against his shoulder before giving it a small kiss. "It's too cold in here."

Once again, he nodded wordlessly, looking around for his pajama shirt, only to find you already offering it to him. You helped him put it on, and he had to admit, the shirt did make him a lot more comfortable for a multitude of reasons.

"So what were you doing in here, hm?" You asked again, and Yeosang inwardly sighed. He should have known you wouldn't give up so easily. "You said you were looking at yourself, but why? What is there to examine so thoroughly?"

You tried to speak lightly, not wanting the atmosphere to get too serious and make Yeosang feel too exposed. Or not more than he'd already been, rather.

"I, um," he began, unsure of how to put all the bad thoughts raging in his head into words, "I don't know. I just feel like I've gotten worse, somehow? Like the reflection in front of me isn't exactly what I remember it to be."

Ah. Now you understood.

"Honey..." you called out to him softly, opening your arms to invite Yeosang into your embrace.

This wasn't exactly a new state for Yeosang, as you'd found him in similar headspaces in the past. Ones where despite his incredible looks and physique, he couldn't quite see them for himself anymore, feeling a vague sense of deterioration instead.

You'd do your best to console him, of course, and with enough patience and effort, it always worked, nurturing your boyfriend back into his happy, confident mindset. And so, you didn't let his defeated words deter you, knowing you'd get him right back on his feet again in no time.

You could feel some of the tension release from his shoulders as he melted into you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while your fingers brushed through his soft hair. Your other hand slowly slid up his shirt, giving him ample time to stop you just in case, but he let you keep going. You came to a stop at his shoulder blades, feeling around the expanse of his back before giving him light scratches. The touch made him shudder in your hold, sighing contently into your skin and making you smile in return.

"I know you probably won't believe me right now," you began in a hushed voice, "which is already crazy to me because you know that I'd never, ever lie to you about something like this," Yeosang nodded into the crook of your neck, signaling to you that he was listening, "but please believe me when I tell you that nothing's different about you. You are, were, and will always be my handsome, gorgeous, beautiful, breathtaking piece of art of a boyfriend."

Yeosang shifted a bit in your hold, hands coming down to tightly clutch at your shirt.

"I'd love to list all of the things I love about you, but I'm afraid we'd be stuck in this bathroom for the next few days," you joked, earning a small huff from him. "So let me just name a few for now, hm? Let you see yourself a bit through my eyes instead of yours."

After a beat of silence, you could feel a shy nod against your shoulder.

Taking that as your cue to continue, you straightened up, gently prying Yeosang from your embrace. His eyes flicked to yours for a split second, full of nervousness and vulnerability.

As softly as you could, you grabbed his shoulders and nudged him to turn around, Yeosang confusedly complying until you stopped him right in front of the mirror. He met his own eyes on accident before quickly looking away again, finding the bathroom counter in front of him much more interesting.

You, however, couldn't have that, reaching up to take hold of his chin and tilting it back in the direction of the mirror. "Don't look away, Yeo," you chided softly. "I want you to admire yourself with me."

Your words caused another shiver to run down his spine, somehow feeling more exposed like this than when you'd entered the bathroom a few minutes ago.

"Now, where to begin," you muttered mostly to yourself, looking him up and down in the mirror. "Let's just start at the top, shall we?"

You began with his hair, freshly brushed and incredibly soft as always. You played around with the strands as you showered him with compliments, twisting them in this and that direction, making Yeosang smile.

You then moved on to exactly that next, pointing out his pretty lips and an even more beautiful smile, causing his cheeks to redden as his expression turned bashful.

His striking eyes and adorable birthmark followed before you began trailing lower, now focused on his firm, wide shoulders. Your eyes were locked onto Yeosang's the whole time, watching his gaze flit between yours and whatever part of him you were currently appreciating. As the minutes dragged on and you moved from one spot to the next, pressed up against your boyfriend's back, you could see his eyes slightly gloss over, a dazed look creeping into them.

"Now, for one of my absolute favorites," you announced with a playful grin as your hand trailed down from his collarbone, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tugged it up. You looked at Yeosang pointedly as you held the bunched-up fabric in front of him, waiting for him to get the message. You could hear his breath hitch as the realization dawned on him, meeting your eyes unsurely before leaning forward and biting down. You just gave him a proud smile, petting the back of his head before returning your hand to his front. You took your time, languidly moving down his sternum before taking a sharp turn to grab one of his pecs. Yeosang gasped at the sensation, reaching back to hold onto your thigh for support.

"I've said this a million times already, but God, do I love your boobs," you spoke dreamily, squeezing the muscle under your fingers. Yeosang squirmed in your hold, kept in place by your other hand clutching his hip.

A small, weak sound reverberated in his chest as your pointer finger drew circles into his skin, dangerously closing in on his nipple. His eyes stayed completely focused on your hand now, steeling himself for the inevitable pinch. It didn't do much, though, as you still managed to squeeze a delicious whimper out of him when you finally did it, making him press back into your body.

"You're always so sensitive here, aren't you?" You teased, brushing over the bud with your thumb to soothe it before moving to do the same with the other one. "I can never get enough of playing with them."

By the time you were done with his chest and began trailing even lower, Yeosang was panting. His hold on your thigh tightened, trying to keep himself steady even when his legs started to go weak from your ministrations. His other hand grabbed the wrist of yours holding onto his hip, as if scared you'd even think about letting go.

But while your words and caresses clearly had a very positive effect on your boyfriend, you weren't exactly content just yet.

You could tell he was slowly gaining some of his usual confidence back through your touches and words of appreciation, and yet, his eyes kept slipping away from his form in the mirror. Every time he'd do so, you'd sternly remind him where to look, to enjoy his body with you.

At first, he obeyed, meeting your eyes through the reflection again with an even darker blush spreading through his face and down his neck. Once you got below his neckline, small whines of protest joined his responses, but he listened nonetheless.

But the moment your hand finally landed on his crotch, a switch seemingly flipped inside of him.

You smirked as he let out a pathetic whimper, his faint abs visibly tensing at the feeling. "And what do we have here?"

With the shirt still in his mouth, Yeosang couldn't exactly answer, limited to nothing but desperate whines and panting. Even then, he tried to make his feelings clear, turning his head away to try and hide into your neck again.

You were quick to stop him, though, untangling your wrist from his grip to hold his jaw in place.

"No, no," you tutted. "You know better than that, don't you?"

And Yeosang, being your lovely little good boy, almost conceded again, the tension in his neck easing as he slowly began to turn back.

But the moment the hand on his hard-on began moving, he knew he was done.

You wavered for a second as Yeosang suddenly whipped around, too fast for you to stop him this time, and shoved his face into your shoulder. A part of you wanted to scold him again, yet something told you now might not be the best time.

"Hun?" You asked softly, rubbing circles into his back. "You okay? Talk to me."

It took Yeosang a moment to realize through the haze in his mind that he still had the shirt in his mouth. Taking out the now wrinkled material, he hid his face back in your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do it like this," he muttered, and you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. "Everything else was okay, even if a bit embarrassing, but it feels really weird to be looking at myself while you do... that."

You hummed thoughtfully, ruminating over his words. "So you're saying everything we did before that was okay? Do you think it helped you at least a little, or should we do something different?"

Yeosang shook his head. "No, no, it was really nice, actually. I was embarrassed at first, but once I pushed through that, it actually felt very comforting," he admitted, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I mean, if you could push through that initial embarrassment and ended up enjoying it, then, maybe..." you trailed off, snaking a hand between your bodies to tease at the hem of his boxers, "even this could work?"

Much to your disappointment, Yeosang vehemently shook his head, tightening his hold on you. "N-no, I really don't think so. Everything else made me feel more confident and comfortable over time, but this instantly made me self-conscious all over again. It just- it feels weird to watch myself like that, I don't know."

"It's okay," you replied, retracting your hand to put it on the small of his back instead. "If it doesn't feel right, then that's that. As long as I helped you feel even a little bit better about yourself, I'm happy."

Yeosang couldn't help the small, shy smile that spread across his lips. He knew words couldn't describe just how much you cared about him, and yet, with the two of you standing here like this, baring your hearts to each other, it was almost palpable.

What was even more palpable, however, was the obvious, unresolved problem pushing into your thigh.

You pulled away slightly, just enough to look into your boyfriend's eyes again.

"So..." you began, a coy smile on your lips, "since we said no more mirrors for now, how about we take this somewhere else and I make you feel even better?"

Yeosang's eyes widened at your offer before a small, bashful grin appeared on his face. "If you'd be so kind."

You chuckled at his sweet tone, knowing far too well his thoughts were anything but sweet right now. Nevertheless, you grabbed his hand and opened the bathroom door again.

"Then follow me, pretty boy."

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Aaaaaaa thank you so so much for the lovely words!!!!!! This was such a lovely thing to wake up to, you have no idea how grateful I am. And I agree!! While smut is obviously fun to read, I adore writing fics where it gets twisted into something more fluffy or hurt/comfort-esque. Glad I could make you happy sky, and thank you again <3