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Content: Camboy!Caleb/Roomate!Reader, porn w/ some plot, mutual masturbation, smut
Word Count: 4.2K
Started With A Glance
You’ve never been the kind of person who cared much for social media. It wasn’t something that necessarily made you unique, rather a simple preference you had unlike almost everyone else you know.
You’d never say that you’re completely removed from it though, seeing as you still have your respective accounts on different platforms where you followed a handful of friends, family members, and a few profiles of interest. But when it came to creating false aesthetics, keeping strangers updated on your whereabouts, and scrolling through miscellaneous posts for hours upon hours until you got bored and browsed a different app—that’s where you differed.
Most people who discovered the little factoid have reduced you to a sea star living under a rock, and almost all seemed to sarcastically admire your ability to be so “disconnected”. It bothered you at times, how often some made you feel uncomfortably odd when they learned such a thing for the first time.
But it was a breath of the freshest air when Caleb’s response was so normal as you humbly expressed your disinterest in his online-centered career.
Meeting him after you finally decided to list the spare bedroom in your apartment up for rent was like dominoes falling into perfect place, but it wasn’t of any surprise that the few you told thought your plan to be a bad idea—terrible, in fact.
“I just don’t want you getting scammed, you know? Are you sure you should do that?”
“Why would you want to share your place with some… stranger? A man at that? Just doesn’t seem smart, honestly.”
“I thought your job paid well? You sure you’re not just being… overly picky?”
You couldn’t blame them for their ignorance if you never bothered to keep them informed. It is true that your job does pay you somewhat of a decent check, but decent wasn’t enough.
You had credit cards to pay off, a few meddlesome bills that took you longer to pay on than others, and things you wanted that you had to wait to purchase for longer than you’d like.
Help—while you tended to take awhile to recognize that you needed it—wasn’t something you were too proud to ask for, and where all other options and possibilities failed you, it was a miracle that a man you’ve never met before had yet to do so.
You instantly knew he would be the one as he walked in fifteen minutes early to the cafe where you both agreed to meet, sliding into the booth across from you with this air of a boyish charm about him and a warming smile. Not only had he brought you all the things you asked for to ensure him to be a dependable candidate, but he even made it a point to preemptively bring in a check that covered the first month of what his portion for rent and utilities would be with a substantial amount of persuading interest.
“Caleb…” you chuckled in amused bewilderment as you looked between the tempting number and his hopeful violet eyes. “You didn’t—I mean I am more than grateful, but you don’t have to tack on this much to secure anything. Are.. are you sure..?”
He nodded and grinned, sipping his steaming lemon & herb tea. You only remembered such a trivial detail because of how he looked at you over the rim of the cream porcelain—almost as if he wanted to take those few seconds to really gauge your kind of personality uninterrupted and get a good look at what he’d be getting into. To this day, you never truly knew what it meant, but you’d never forget it.
“I am, I promise. I just wanted to show you how serious I am about being the one you pick. Deal fell through with the place I thought I’d be movin’ into and I needed something fast before my current lease was up. Sooo, when I saw your listing only twenty minutes away, I just couldn’t let it slip, y’know?”
“That sucks… I’m really sorry about that. I mean, everything looks like it checks out and you seem really nice. And you said that you’d be working from home, right? Is it okay for me to ask what you do?”
“Oh, yeah of course.” You had to stop yourself from staring at how he licked his lips and pursed them in thought for a brief moment. Besides him being so likable, you weren’t blind to the fact that he was the most attractive man you’ve ever met.
But business was meant to remain respectable and keeping it cordial mattered more above all else. “I’m a content creator. It’s uh… it pays really well even though it can kinda fluctuate sometimes, but it’s still pretty consistent. And I swear that I won’t be a bother whenever you’re home. I can… show you what I do, if you want?”
But you didn’t want to see, you didn’t care to. You just weren’t curious enough. And Caleb didn’t know if he should’ve been relieved or disappointed at the time when you politely waved off his albeit hesitant offer while telling him that it didn’t matter to you as long as it let him pay his part on time. What he did know though, was that he more than understood your stance and didn’t make it a point to pry further than what you were willing to give.
It’s been a few months since you promptly made the decision to select him out of the surprising many as your makeshift tenant. In that time, you both finalized the roomate agreement and spent a weekend together making sure he and his belongings moved in just fine.
The positive differences you began to notice in your finances as well as your everyday was relatively immediate too, and it was a change that you hoped to keep around for longer than either of you anticipated.
Ever since Caleb settled in, he took it upon himself to take over many of the roles you once handled on your own, admittedly doing them infinitely better than any effort you’ve ever given them.
Breakfast and dinner? Always made and consistently delicious.
Your lunch for work? Packed everyday and ready to go.
Groceries got low? He went out of his own pocket to get them for the both of you.
Your car needed gas before the work week? He went out that Sunday evening to make sure you were fueled up.
Small repairs needed? With a man like him around, the landlord hadn’t heard from you since.
His care was intentional, a kind of friendly that showed you what genuine appreciation for the person they did it for looked like. He did it all with an eagerness to please and a smile on his face, both things that you’d never admit to looking forward to.
You were bummed though as you unlock the front door and step into your quiet apartment at twelve in the morning, chastising yourself for not staying home after somewhat convincing yourself that you wouldn’t mind a sleepover at your best friend’s house when you knew you preferred your own bed when it was time to climb into one.
Leaving Tara’s place was a last minute decision, one you almost regretted when you were driving down the highway at such a tiring hour. But the immediate relief of being back in your space rivaled all the prior grievances.
The sleepiness settling in your bones was heavy, almost oppressive. But despite the fatigue, you were still liable to drool from the smell of whatever delicious remnants were lingering in the air from what Caleb cooked for dinner. Even smelled like a new recipe.
It was almost enough to sadden you completely to have missed out on it for the first time since his integration into your life.
“Never doing anything spontaneous ever again,” you grumble to yourself, flicking on the kitchen light to find something quick to eat before exhaustion deemed itself more important than your appetite.
But to your surprise, instead of being forced to scan options you knew you wouldn’t be in the mood for, you’re greeted with a bright orange sticky note on top of a container filled with the most delicious looking dish your hungry eyes has ever witnessed. It was like trumpets started blaring victoriously and angels sang in harmonious unison.
You slid the glass out, careful not to be too loud and beamed at your name in Caleb’s handwriting with a little smiley face next to it.
Being so overcame with this irrepressible gratefulness to have a roommate who went above and beyond what it meant to be thoughtful, there was no way you intended on indulging without thanking him first.
On your brisk walk down the hall, you could hear the faintest sound of slow music and his softened voice coming from the other side of his closed bedroom door. It actually surprised you that he was still up, but you were glad for it nonetheless.
Knocking before you turned the knob suddenly became a courtesy you unintentionally forgot as you pushed the door open.
All that giddiness that brought you here in the first place? Gone and replaced with something else the second you saw the scene unfolded in front of you.
You wanted to move. You needed to. Desperately.
But your flight, fight, or freeze would decide to make the wrong choice in this pivotal moment as you stood there helplessly frozen and stared completely baffled at your roommate sitting in front of his computer monitors, sweatpants just barely lowered with a hand wrapped firmly around his stiff cock. He was illuminated by the dim blue light emitting from the screens that seemed to showcase him… live streaming?
It was unmistakably him on that computer with what seemed like a chat flying fast in the top corner with comments moving too quick for one to read when they’re as preoccupied as he is. And if this was live, then that meant…
Caleb was already scrambling to cover himself up once your sharp gasp interrupted his pleasure, cursing under his breath with all kinds of distress knitting in his brows. That and the frantic clicks from his mouse is what took you out of it and catapulted you back into the unfortunate reality.
“I—Shit, I am s-so sorry! I didn’t mean—I was just…” You had nothing to say, nothing that could possibly ease this level of embarrassment for either of you. So instead of looking for a way to try, your body finally released you from the shackles of stupefaction and allowed you to flee in the midst of him haphazardly fixing his pants.
“Fuuuck, fuckfuckfuck,” Caleb muttered, closing out all web browsers with a shaky breath and leaning back into his chair with an irresolute sigh. The sound of your door slamming was louder than the silence consuming him now, and it was with loaded indecision that he soon found himself standing outside of your bedroom.
Three careful knocks rapt against the wood and he called your name gently. “Hey… You okay? Can I come in?”
Relief washes over him when you faintly granted him permission. He finds you sitting in your bed, knee bouncing with anxiety and your gaze fixed on your lap instead of him.
“I’m really, really sorry…” you start, jaw opening and closing in your hapless struggle to find the right words. “F-for just barging in like that. I should’ve knocked. I didn’t even think. I promise I didn’t mean to interrupt whatever… that was. I only wanted to say thank you for the leftovers you left me, but it all happened so fast. Then I just stood there while you… while you were trying to—”
“Wooaaah, woah, relax,” he soothes, walking up and sitting on the edge to converse with you at eye level. “Eaaasy, okay? S’not your fault. I should’ve locked the door, but I thought you’d be gone ‘til tomorrow. Didn’t even know you came home.”
Facing him head on felt impossible. He was right there, taking up space and still shirtless with his uniquely fresh scent permeating the room in a way you secretly liked.
“I’m sorry you walked in on me like that.”
“You don’t need to apologize for me invading your privacy, Caleb.”
“But I do. I don’t live alone anymore, and you were kind enough to let me stay in your home. Even if it’s for work, I’ve gotta put in more of an effort to be more conscious about what I’m doin’ and when I do it.”
“Work?” For the first time since this morning, you give him your eyes. “That’s the content you create?”
He tilts his head slightly with a smug smirk on his face. “You sound surprised. What? Think I’m too ugly for it or somethin’?”
“No!” you rush out in defense, gnawing anxiously at your bottom lip. “It’s nothing to do with that. Just…”
“Juuust?” he urges with playful encouragement.
“I didn’t think… Like okay, I know people do what you do. I know people watch it. And I promise I’m not judging! It’s just sort of crazy to think that people actually pay to see someone in real time do those… things. And that someone is willing to do said things. I’m not making any sense—just forget it!”
You cover your face with your hands like that’ll suddenly render you invisible, but Caleb’s not allowing for disappearance to be a consideration. One of his own wraps around your wrist to remove the barrier you’ve put in place.
“It’s not hard to understand. Ever thought of the people who love the idea of bein’ seen? And the ones who love to watch them? Both parties get something good out of it.”
Your lack of an answer is enough to have him chuckling.
He analyzes your eyes first, then trails down to your chest. “Can I see somethin’?”
He hums in satisfaction with how swiftly you agree. It’s sudden when he rests his large palm to your chest above your shirt, grinning at his expected discovery.
“Feel how fast your heart’s racin’ in there? I think you like to watch, too. You just didn’t know until now.”
“I do not! I barely even… watch—”
“I always kind of wondered what sorta porn someone like you would enjoy,” he interrupts. “That weird?”
Every part of you should be mortified, absolutely disgusted with the things he’s saying and the husky tone he’s using to do it. But lying to him would be infinitely more complicated than surrendering yourself.
But see, Caleb? He’s living for this. That doe-like expression that you can’t disguise, that hitch in your breath that’s secretly hoping he’ll go further.
He never wanted to cross a boundary, didn’t care to risk your steady building dynamic for the sake of believing he was right. But you wanting him became a very obvious thing and although he wished you had it in you to tell him, taking the liberty of silent observation proved to be a patient game well played.
Being taken care of made your body hot and seeing him be the one to do it set you ablaze. Catching him how you did was truly unintentional, but getting you like this, getting you to admit, was a goal post he could only have hoped to reach.
“Can I show you somethin’ else? If you don’t like it, just tell me to stop. No harm, no foul. Yeah?”
You nod again, slowly this time, and watch as he tugs on his pants to give himself enough room and reaches into them to pull out his still hardened cock. A stimulating buzz surges in your gut when he hisses from the cool air that hits him, bucking his hips and rubbing his flushed tip teasingly with his thumb.
You’re too busy staring at his girth with this much clarity and imagining what it felt like to notice him fixated on you.
“See?” His muscles flex and his abs tighten with each tense inhale. The way he moaned, the way he would lose himself a little bit and let his head fall back between his shoulder blades from the sensitivity before reeling back. “It’s okay if y’like to watch. Everyone does. Even the innocent ones.”
He’s baiting you. It’s scary to feel how effortlessly it works.
“Want me to stop?” he whispers breathlessly, stroking himself with an agonizing slowness until a small bead or precum began to seep out and spill down the side of his shaft. There’s a pulse thumping in between your legs from what you’re witnessing, and you push out a broken half-embarrassed plea for him to keep going.
Instead, he does the opposite and stops, his hooded gaze piercing your dazed one. “Isn’t fair that I’m doin’ this by myself, don’t ya think?”
“Y-you… you want me to..?” Stuttering wasn’t what you were aiming for, but you’ve never been this turned on or been the center of someone’s attention this intensely.
“S’fine to be nervous, baby. I was too when I had eyes on me for the first time. But if it helps, I’d really, reaaally like to watch you, too.”
“You would?”
“I’d beg you to let me if you wanted me to.”
Whatever possessed you to stand and start pulling down your leggings wasn’t something you were willing to question. Not when he groaned and stared at the reveal of your plush thighs and simple black panties with unalloyed desire.
Perhaps it was the encouragement in his words and the lust written all over his face. But when you hooked your thumbs into the waistband, slid the thin material down, and stepped out of the small heap, watching Caleb’s dick twitch for you is the motivation you were fine with settling for.
“Let me see,” he coos sweetly. “Sit down and spread ‘em f’me.”
He followed your movements until you positioned yourself and opened your legs just like he told you to. You took your time to ease into obeying his firm commands and he let you until the pink of your pussy was looking back at him.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty. So much prettier than I imagined. And you’re fuckin’ dripping baby, god.”
Heat rushes to your face and down the entire expanse of your body. He's imagined this?
“What do you want me to… to do..?”
“Like to watch and being told what to do. Mm… I’ve been missin' out on a good thing, haven’t I?”
Your whimper with simmering sexual frustration as he reaches over to rub on your inner thigh, suddenly running a thumb down your wet slit to inadvertently cause you to jolt.
“Show me how you take care of her.” He gathers some of your slick on his fingers and savors the flavor of you on his tongue, sucking them clean until every ounce of your essence has graced his tastebuds. “Wanna see it for myself. And I want you to watch me, too.”
With your back braced against your pillows, you bring your hand down in between your legs and twitch when your chilled fingertips graze your clit. He wasn’t lying, you really were soaked.
“Cay…” you whimper, spreading your pussy lips and measuredly rubbing your swollen nub while he continues to pump himself in rhythm with your movements.
He pictures you beneath these same covers, silently playing with yourself while he was just one room away doing the same exact thing.
“‘M right here with you… So good, pretty girl. Just like that, let me see what feels good.” As he keeps the steady pace, liberated that you never once look away from him, all that fills the charged air is your soft mewls, his erotic whines, and the stickiness coming from your bodies still aching for so much more.
Caleb can see how your hole contracts uncontrollably, begging to be stuffed full with what’s right in front of you.
“You’d be so perfect for the camera,” he praises sincerely. “Even your sounds, just a sweet little wet dream that could drain anybody’s pockets. Bet you’d make more than me. They’d love you, baby…”
“I only l-like when you watch me,” you shyly confess with a shake of your head. “Just you…”
There definitely wasn’t any such thing as going back to normal now. You weren’t going to tell him this was some kind of fluke or that it’s best if you act like this never happened after the dust settles. You couldn’t say something like that to him and expect him to treat you like you never did.
“Tell me I can,” he implores vaguely at first, applying pressure to his base until the sensation shoots down to his balls. “Tell me I can fuck you. Please tell me."
Immediately you want to say yes. Instead you hesitate. “But we don’t have a con—”
“I’ll pull out,” he rushes eagerly—impatient. He's already proceeding to climb over top of you with the clink of the silver necklace you gave him as a housewarming gift echoing in your ears. “Let me feel how much you like it when I watch you.”
Your hands glide up his arms and slide into the hair at his nape as he waits for your approval. You were admiring him, mapping him out with every detail being memorized against your palms. They then rest on his broad shoulders before you hastily nod against your better judgment, moaning into his mouth from the welcomed caress of his lips.
Somehow with his tongue sliding against yours and his saliva becoming a new delicacy of importance, the bulbous head of his dick was guided and pushed past your puffy folds, completely swallowed until he was deep inside of you.
He inhales your cries and feeds you his own, smiling against your lips as you spread yourself even wider to let him reach your deepest depths.
Caleb keeps his body pressed firmly against yours as you wrap your legs around his waist, nails digging into his muscles and tanned skin as he doubles in his efforts to have your cunt properly shape itself around each inch stretching you open.
“How’re you this—hah—this fucking tight?” He slams into you with a whirling force, pulling out just enough to miss you but not long enough to feel like he’s gone too far. “Been walkin’ around with such a greedy pussy… she needed me, huh?”
“Yes… yes,” you wail, proving your words true with every desperate clench. “I’m so c-close… Please keep…”
“I got you,” he promises when your words fail. You grind up into him every time he sinks back inside with a lewd squelch, chasing that high that’s been relentlessly teetering on the edge for long enough now. “Look at that… I feel you, baby. C’mon, you got it, don’t run from it.”
It’s torturous for him to have to slip out of your warmth when he feels how much you gush around his cock, but he made you an unspoken promise he knows he’ll never be foolish enough to make again. Watching you fall apart, grasping at the sheets and letting hurried pleas mingle with the force of your orgasm, has Caleb’s cum spurting out in creamy ropes all over your belly and soft curls.
His dick jerks until he’s fully spent and has spilled every drop you pulled from him. He looks down at you with an expression nothing short of satisfied, then kisses your nose and lips like he can’t get enough of your taste.
“Are your fans gonna hate me for messing up their time with you?”
He presses another chaste kiss to your lips jutted out in a genuine pout of partial concern. “They’ll be fine. I’ll make it up to them.”
“And us…? What does doing this mean?”
“‘M not sure. Wasn’t exactly in the roomate agreement.”
You shove him in jest, but he can see past your light hearted laugh that you genuinely want to know. He knows you well enough by now to understand that disconnected relationships with some kind of benefits weren’t your thing. You were either all in or all out, but right now? He didn’t know where he wanted to be.
Yes, he liked you. No, he wouldn’t be against your relationship becoming so much more than what it meant to. But he didn’t know how soon he wanted it.
Losing you wasn’t an option, though. Selfish or not, what you gave him, what you let him see, he now deemed it his.
“We don’t have to put a title on everything, not yet at least,” he continues, shifting the subject skillfully enough to deter you for now. “I’m gonna clean you up, heat up your food, and we can watch somethin’ until we fall asleep. Then maybe, when we’re out of the fog and our special kind of honeymoon phase, we can really talk. Sound like a plan?”
“It does.” Exactly the answer he was looking for. “I forgot about the food, actually.”
“Wasn’t that how all this started?”
“Well, no. It was me finding you with your dick in your hand.”
He shrugs. “Tomayto, tomahto.”
“You’re such a dork.”
“Maybe. But I’m still the best roommate ever, riiight?”
You grab him by the necklace to guide him closer and whisper against his lips. “Best roommate ever.”
A/N: And omg… THANK YOU TO MY NOVA BAEEEE @deepspacenova bc without her… idk what would’ve became of this fic. Her beautiful mind helped me so much, you don’t even know. But once again, thank YOUUU to all of my baes who decided to stick around 🤞🏽 WE ARE LOCKED IN FOREVERRRR!!
Creds to @/chrisssiren for the random pink & winter themed pink dividers!! Got the photo from pinterest loolll
Wartime MC: Has just made breakfast and coffee for Caleb in a slightly chipped blue enamel dishware. Her hair is in curlers, she puts away her rations book and straightens the doillies. A train whistles in the distance and the old radio plays old songs interrupted by war bulletins. "Chansia attacked one of the islands off of Linkon" the cold male voice reads. Caleb finishes his breakfast, washes the dishes and kisses her forehead. MC sews a flour bag dress, the only treat she can have now as the fabrics all went towards uniforms for the war. Caleb looks at her like a downtrodden puppy. "I'll get you a new dress when all of this is over." He promises when the draft arrives.
Wartime MC: The colour drains from her face when her pilot boyfriend reads the draft. Caleb's an ace at flying the latest propeller planes. Linkon needs him. She utters a desperate "No" and clasps her hands over her mouth.
Wartime MC: Cries all the way to the air base. She sees the sea of nervous young men all Caleb's age, the crying mothers and the fightened girlfriends. Caleb tries to reassure that he will be okay. "I'll always come back home to you ___I promise." The military personnel are barking orders loudly that you don't even hear him properly. In the distance she sees the great metallic beasts that Caleb will be piloting. She gasps in awe. Caleb reassures her again that he will be fine and the train from the airbase back to the suburbs will arrive soon. He kisses her, his lips are dry but she kisses him back anyway.
Wartime MC: Watches Caleb leave after promising to write her letters everyday, the tears are threatening to spill again. The train whistles in the back. She wipes her tears away from her sleeve, takes a deep breath among the grieving women, many who will lose a man they love deeply. It could be her and she doesn't want to lose Caleb.
Wartime MC: Doesn't want to wait in a house, make tea on on the stove in a kettle while Caleb faces death in the face. She doesn't want to wait on letters and cry. Swallowing hard she marches up to the sign saying VOLUNTEERS NEEDED FOR THE DAA SUPPORT and volunteers to the war effort because radios and newspapers will not decide her fate.
Wartime MC: Is asked if she can typing or logistic training. She doesn't but she can mend, sew and organize a household. The officer then asks her if she can remain calm while listening to people die. MC breaks out into a cold sweat, she can't but she timidly nods anyway.
Wartime MC: She is sent to Radios and Communications. She learns the bands, frequencies and the call signs. She flinches at the first burst of static and fumbles her words. After several tries and blunders when a pilot asks for a weather report and she answers clearly, she is proud of herself and knows Caleb would be proud of her too. By the end of the day her ears are ringing.
Wartime MC: Hears someone call Mayday Mayday, their cries off panic before operations cut off. She knows that pilot is dead. She wants to run away and cry for his loss, his mother's loss maybe his wife and children's but she can't. She imagines herself in their places and that panicked voice is Caleb's. She can't run away has a job to do so she swallows her tears and waits for the next call.
Wartime MC: The next report "Control this is Apple Five, requesting permission to taxi." Boyish, light yet serious at the same time, she knows the lips who spoke those words because she has kissed them multiple times. Her jaw hangs open, she can't speak, her hands all of a sudden can't move. "Of course Caleb would choose a ridiculous call sign." She sighs relieved. "Answer him!" The Officer barks. She straightens "Apple...Five this..this is Control. You...you..." her mouth almost curls into a smile because she's talking to him. "You...have permission." "Roger!" He replies with a hint of curiousity. Caleb seems to want to say something but the static cuts him off.
Wartime MC: Is not prepared for this. "Control this is Apple Five....under fire, damage sustained." Her stomach drops and her heart twists. Caleb thinks she's home, safe amongst the cheerful wallpaper and damask curtains. He doesn't know she's here with him about to guide him through a nightmare. Every second, every static, every sound could be the last. "I'm not ....I don't want to hear Caleb's last words or cries." Her lips quiver but she swallows the lump in her throat and guides her lover through the coordinates. A cry of metal and the plane rattled violently, his breathing is shaky and heavy. "Control I'm losing altitude." "Hold steady Apple Five." Her heart clenches but she remains calm continuing to guide him, listening desperately, more metal rattles making her jump. Looking at the tracker, her hands fly across the dials. Softly she says "Listen to me ..Caleb you've flown through worse, you can...do this, you can. Listen to my voice and trust me." She flicks some dials, the pause between them is long and stretched with static. She knows he's alive but he isn't responding. "Why isn't he talking?" You wonder as Caleb's exhausted but relieved voice cuts through the the fuzziness. "Control, they're gone, I think...I think I'm clear. You saved me, thank you for bringing me home."
Wartime MC: Hears Caleb's voice outside talking the door of the tower. "I want to meet the person who saves me." He says. It's been days and the terrifying truth of almost losing him weighs on your mind. "He's alive and safe. Don't replay that." The door creaks open and she keeps her composure. She hears his boots get closer and closer before he shyly tells her hello. MC looks up to see purple eyes round as saucers. "_____?!" He stutters "What are you doing here?! You're home...you're supposed to be home! I thought I was alone out here". You gaze at him. "You were never alone Caleb." Her boyfriend reaches out as if he wants to touch her. "You saved me." MC nods softly. "I wasn't going to go home and wait....I wanted to be close to you and I wanted to help you, Caleb." Caleb glances back mischievously before pulling her into a tight hug. "You're amazing." He kisses her forehead. "And braver than anyone I know." He smiles resting his forehead against hers, his eyes shining with pride.
Wartime MC: Stays on the job guiding pilots calmly through attacks and bad weather. She doesn't flinch at the static anymore. Many of the pilots start asking to speak to her. She trains new recruits and guides them gently as they shadow her. She watches them flinch at the first burst of static but doesn't scold them.
Wartime MC: Returns home with Caleb when the war is over. "We've returned to our little paradise." Paradise indeed it was after the hours of listening to men screaming and panicked operators. The flour stained apron hangs on the back of a chair, the periwinkle enamel teapot sits where she left it. The lavender satchets by the window swing in the breeze. The little house stayed the same hoping for the girl who'd left to come back but she wasn't that girl, everything here seemed like artifacts from a time long gone. Neither was Caleb, his wrinkles started forming, his shoulders tense and every loud noise weighing heavy across his purple eyes, you reach out and squeeze his hands. Neither of you are the same. "Death couldn't take us away from each other." Caleb whispers "Even when you willingly kept it company." "We've changed Caleb..." he interrupts her to place a kiss on her lips. "But we can start again with the new versions of us but know one thing Caleb, I am not afraid to follow you wherever life goes no matter how unpleasant." "Thank you." Brewing tea for you both, the tidying up and the dress he promised to buy could wait. You find solace in his arms as the train whistles in the distance as the sun shines through the windows once more.
୨୧ — The room reeks of sex, a hazy den of endless indulgence where time's lost all meaning. Caleb's been relentless, his gravity evol pinning you down just enough, but not so much that you can't writhe beneath him.
He's fucked you dumb for hours -maybe days, who knows?- each thrust a punishing rhythm that turns your thoughts to brainless mush. Your pussy's a syrupy mess, clenching around him like a gummy vice, strangling his thick cock as he pounds into you over and over and over again.
Condoms litter the floor like discarded battle trophies, some slumped on the bed's edge, their translucent skins bulging with his spent loads, leaking pearly trails onto the sheets. You've lost count of how many he's gone through, each one ripped open in frantic haste, rolled on with a crooked grin, only to be filled and flung aside.
But now, the box is empty…
Caleb doesn't pause, doesn't even warn you. His purple eyes growing darker with obsession, the one he's hidden for so long behind brotherly teases and protective smiles…
He lines up bare, the hot, veined length of him pressing against your puffy folds, and slides in raw for the first time.
Oh god, the difference hits like an explosion- skin on skin, no barrier to dull the feeling of your slick tight walls, every ridge and vein dragging inside you, shaping your cunt to his shape. Your tongue lolls out, eyes crossing as your mind fractures, too blissed out to process why it feels so much deeper, so much more invasive. It's like he's reshaping you from the inside.
He groans low, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt, “We ran out of rubbers... and I didn't hear any complaints… so I figured…” His voice is laced with that calculated coldness he saves for the fleet, but softened by the love only you can ignite. Then he delivers one hard, deliberate thrust, his cockhead kissing your cervix like it's begging for entry to your womb- demanding it.
You swear you feel him in your belly, a bulging pressure that makes your toes curl and your back arch, like he's fucking straight into your guts, churning up your insides. Fuck. You just know you’ll never be the same after this… never want to use rubbers again or ever want another cock.
“P-Pregnant... could get... pregnant,” you babble, words slurring through the haze, your body betraying you with another desperate clench, milking him all sweet and needy.
He chuckles softly, that playful tone from your shared childhood. Leaning down, he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, his arm bracing beside your head while his other hand traces your trembling thigh, “Would that be so bad, Pips?”
The question hangs, and in your fucked out stupor, you wonder…would it? The thought blooms warm in your chest, chasing away the fog just enough for clarity. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, locking him in place as if to say yes, fill me, keep going until I’m pregnant with your baby.
He smiles then, that approachable, friendly smile with adoration, his dark hair tousled and damp, “I take that as a no, it wouldn’t be so bad?” His tone is teasing, but his eyes sparkle with triumph.
Through teary lashes, you meet his gaze, blushing furiously- a sweet, vulnerable flush that reminds him of the innocent girl who used to take his hand and follow him from playground days.
You nod, slow and certain, and that's all he needs.
Caleb had you pinned down, your wrists locked under his grip as he slipped into you with a high-pitched moan.
“Fuck….” He whined. Whimpering as he let your pussy adjust to the size of his pulsing cock.
Caleb pulled his hips back, just enough to tease before lightly pushing back in. His grip around your wrists, trembling from how good it felt to finally be inside you.
It was all a blur, his lips on your neck, his hands on your body, hot as he undressed you with urgency.
You barely remember stumbling onto the bed, Caleb's fingers already plunging between your thighs.
His uniform lay abandoned on the cold floor; the only thing left on his body was that goddamn necklace.
“Taking me so good, fuck I’m not going to last.” Caleb moaned, his grip tightening on your wrists as he slid into your heat, his hips deftly finding a steady rhythm.
The headboard banged against the wall. The sound cuts between the sharp moans and whimpers escaping from both of your throats.
You shivered as the cold metal brushed against your hot skin. The tags brushing against your chin and soft lips with each thrust.
You watched Caleb from below, keeping your legs spread open wide enough for him to pound onto you at the pace that he set.
His cock stretched you to the brim, and tears swelled in your eyes as you struggled to take every single one of his inches.
You were snapped back into reality again by the silver. The metal swinging side to side, hitting your face in time with each delicious thrust into your cunt.
“Caleb…” you whimpered, his name the only thing that your mind could conjure.
“Yes, honey?” Caleb smirked as he saw your fucked out expression. The way your hair was a mess, the way you couldn’t even control the direction of your legs as he rutted into you. The way your tits bounced as he held your arms tight over your head.
“Feels s-so full.” You trembled, failing to hold back the tears welling in your eyes.
summary: you pass out during sex and caleb helps you feel better when you wake up. he won’t rock your world anymore afterwards, scared he hurt you (he didn’t)
content: p in v, description of passing out, calebs kinda blaming himself
wc: 1,134
a/n: i passed out recently if you can’t tell, this is very self indulgent. it was NOT while i was getting crazy cracked though (i wish💔)
dick so good it puts you to sleep.. kind of?
your cheek was smushed against a pillow and you were drooling and whining into it as caleb rammed into you from behind, his hands holding your hips in a tight grip.
you were still in the process of getting over the flu, your body still slightly weak, but you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from jumping calebs bones after he came home all sweaty from a workout.
you moaned into the pillow, your stomach fluttering as he increased his pace. caleb held your hand behind your back gently, the simple action making the experience a million times more intimate for both of you.
“fuckk, pips, so pretty.” he moaned out, hand kneading the skin of your hip as he pressed into you harder.
you whined in response, words escaping you as your lower stomach tightened in the same familiar way that it did every time you two were together like this.
what wasn’t familiar though was the sudden fuzziness in your vision and the ringing in your ears that drowned out calebs mumbled praises.
you tried to push up onto your hands and knees with your one available hand in hopes that that might clear your head, but found yourself too weak to do so.
“‘leb-” caleb heard you mumble, thinking you were just moaning his name like usual. he hummed and thrust into you harder, his hips hitting your ass and making a slapping noise echo through the room.
“yeah baby? feels good?” his thumb softly rubbed the back of your hand.
you huffed out a breath and tried to lift your head, but it stayed firmly planted on the pillow like it was weighed down with bricks.
caleb was rambling about how he was about to cum in your sweet pussy when your hand relaxed in his and your torso was slipping down towards the bed, which was unusual. he knew you well. too well, you might argue. he knew normally when you were close you gripped his hand and tensed up, you never let go of his hand and relaxed your body.
he frowned and tapped your hip gently. “pips?”
with no response he pulled out of you gently and let go of your hand and hip. with nothing holding you up now, you flopped forward against the bed.
calebs heart rate spiked when he saw you laying limp on the bed, his mind sharpening as he looked you over. he flipped you over onto your back, rubbing your cheek gently in an attempt to get you to wake up.
as he stroked your soft skin, he noticed that you were visibly paler than normal. “hey- hey, baby. shit did you pass out? what did i do-”
with no reaponse from you, he gently pulled your hair away from your face and neck, seeing sweat starting to form on the nape of your neck and your hairline. he looked at the clock on the wall and devided that if you weren’t awake in the next minute he would call an ambulance.
when you started to come back to, your head was spinning something fierce. it took you a long moment to orient yourself in the room, lifting your arm up to rub your eyes, the limb heavier than you’d ever felt it.
“ughh.” you groan and look to your side where caleb looks down at you nervously. “cay?”
“hi pretty. you passed out, do you feel alright?” he asks slowly, enunciating the words just in case your brain is still muddled from being unconscious.
you swallow, your throat dry and scratchy. “need wat-”
before you can finish the sentence, caleb is helping you sit up slowly, supporting your back and holding a glass of cold water to your lips. “drink slowly so you don’t choke.”
you drink half the glass of water, ending up with water dribbling from your mouth. caleb wipes the water from your chin after setting the glass down. “feelin’ alright now?”
he gently fluffs the pillows behind you before leaning you back against them carefully.
you nod and lean your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your nose against his warm neck and causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. “mhm. i’m sorr-”
“huh, weird, i must’ve gotten something stuck in my ear- i knooow i’m not hearing my beautiful, sweet, perfect wife apologizing for passing out.” caleb interrupts, peppering kisses against the top of your head.
“no apologizin’ for that, yeah? i’m wayyy more worried about you being okay than us finishing what we started.”
you sigh in relief, melting into him, appreciative of how understanding he was. your skin was starting to lose the prickling sensation and your vision and hearing were returning to normal.
after a few minutes of quiet cuddling filled with caleb softly running his fingers up and down your arm and you leaving soft kisses on his neck in thanks, you spea. “i’m okay, really. i think the position got to me, blood going to my head, y’know? plus im still getting over being sick, soo that probably didn’t help.”
he nodded and looked down at you, hair falling in his eyes slightly. “let’s set up a safeword. ooorr a secret-sex-stopping handshake just in case this becomes a habit.” he jokes before his voice takes on a serious tone that you rarely get to hear. “i can’t handle thinking i hurt you again.”
the two of you pondered about safewords and handshakes for a bit, giggling at the ridiculous suggestions made on both sides. in the middle of caleb listing off types of aircrafts you could use for a safeword, he looks down at you only to find you asleep.
caleb held you through the night, continually checking on you to make sure you were alright. despite your reassurances that you were fine, he was still worried about your sudden fainting. he kept a thumb on the pulse point of your neck, holding his breath to count your heartbeats to make sure your heart wasn’t racing.
for weeks caleb was unnecessarily cautious in bed, always quadruple checking that you knew the safe word, the sex-stopping handshake- because you would definitely use that- and he made sure you knew to tell him if anything was off.
anytime you shifted a bit during sex or you made a sound that indicated more pain than pleasure, he would immediately stop and badger you with questions- “are you okay?” “want me to stop?” “need a break?”.
after he stopped sex three times in one round to check on you, you finally snapped at him. “caleb xia if you don’t stop treating me like i’m made of glass i swear i will banish you to the couch and make you listen to me fuck my dildo all night.”
…yeah, that fixed your sex life real quick.
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a/n pt2: lets pls just ignore that you normally pass out bc of blood going away from your head quickly, not the opposite (what happened in this….)😟um. i have no excuse for doing it backwards, i forgot !! so, ermmm oopsies? also i normally post in the mornings but yolo happy evening!
Baby #1 arrives. Carbon copy Caleb. Same purple eyes, same stubborn little brow, same everything. Caleb’s stunned. You’re sobbing. The doctor even snorts, “Well, no denying paternity here.” Caleb mutters, “Her genes didn’t even try.” You beam through tears, pressing your lips to the baby’s forehead. “God listened to me, Caleb. I asked for a mini-you.”
Caleb squints. “…you what?” But before he can interrogate you further, Baby #1 squeaks, and that’s it—he’s sold.
Baby #2 comes along. Caleb’s pacing outside the delivery room, sweating like it’s battle. The nurse comes out, holding the newborn. “Congratulations, Colonel. It’s another healthy baby boy.”
Caleb’s heart soars—until he looks. It’s him. Again. Purple eyes staring up at him like he’s looking into a funhouse mirror. Caleb freezes. “…copy-paste??”
You, exhausted but glowing, cradle the baby with a grin. “Another one. I’m not mad.” Caleb falls into the chair, rubbing his temples. “Pipsqueak… is there a setting on your body where my genes just… win by default? What is happening?”
Baby #3. At this point Caleb’s praying in the hospital hallway like he’s in church. “God, I love my boys. But please, please, give my wife a baby that looks like her. I beg you.”
The doors swing open. The nurse hands him the third son. And Caleb nearly collapses. Because it’s him. AGAIN. Same brown fuzz on his head. Same tiny purple stare.
He storms into your room, dropping to his knees beside your bed, clutching your hand like a soldier begging mercy. “PIPSQUEAK. PLEASE. NO MORE MINI-ME. I CAN’T DO THIS. I LOVE THEM, I DO, BUT I WANT A MINI-YOU. JUST ONE. JUST ONE LITTLE GIRL WITH YOUR HAIR, YOUR EYES, YOUR SMILE. PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GIVE ME A DAUGHTER BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND.”
You, tired and loopy, just laugh. “You look good down there, Colonel.” Caleb glares. “I’m serious. I’ll march into heaven myself and file a complaint.”
And God must’ve heard him, because Baby #4 finally arrives. Tiny, squishy, soft features… and unmistakably you. Caleb takes one look and starts bawling like he’s been shot. Scoops her up in his arms, kisses her head, whispering, “Finally. Finally, a mini you. She’s perfect. She’s my miracle.”
The boys are peeking in from the corner, whispering. “Why’s Dad crying like that?” The oldest shrugs. “Guess God finally patched the bug.”
“mmmgh!” you moaned, your hands held back tightly against caleb’s beefy arm. his thick cock pounding into your poor overstimulated pussy. bend over his desk with your trousers down at your ankles. his body firm against your, heavy defined abs pressing on your back, “fuck!—it’s big!—too big colonel!”
“you can take it, you’re strong,” his body pressed harder against your ass, shoving his cock deeper into you without any mercy, “that’s why i chose you. loook at thattt, so good for me—just relax,” caleb cooed in your ear, listening to your helpless moans and whines.
your face contorted in sheer pleasure and joy, tears rushing down your face, your legs slightly swinging off the floor. your once strong and larger body now reduced to a small mess when compared to the behemoth of a man behind you, his muscles so biteable, “oh fuck…” you cried, a drop landing on his arm.
“awwh? you cryin’?” a laugh came from the man above you before he tightened the arm around your neck, “stay still now, it’ll be over soon.”
caleb pushed the remaining inches of his cock inside, rubbing your hip with his free hand to soothe your cries and pleads.
“caleb! oh my gosh!! ohhh—aaahh! you’re so big i can’t!!”
it felt like he was splitting you in two, his thick cock stretching out your virgin cunt, “oh please…just go slow—slow!”
“i will, i will….relax, take a deep breath.” caleb kissed your ear, gently licking uk and down your neck. his head tilting to reach your neck properly, kissing under your jawline and on your collarbone, “you’re in charge pretty, what do you want me to do?”
lifting your head up slightly, you whined, feeling your walls clenched around his dick, “….c-can you squeeze me?”
caleb’s face was pressed so deep into your hair, smelling your scent, to the point where you felt his eyebrow raise, “squeeze you?—“
“squish me…make me feel suffocated…lay on me—anything…! just pleasee,” your trembling hand rubbing up and down his bicep, “…wanna feel you,”
caleb rubbed your back, kissing your spine, “are you sure pips? i don’t wanna hurt ya,” however he was met with a very—very sincere nod, tears nearly sheafing from how bad you wanted to feel his weight on you, “alright, no tears baby.”
caleb carefully picked your up, holding you tightly to his chest, shaky legs wrapping around your legs. his cock just slightly slipped out, to your discomfort.
“caleb—
“i know, i’ll put it back in when we get to the bed.”
as soon as your body landed onto the bed, your back washing the soft mattress, caleb climbed above you. his hands alrwdy grabbing your thighs and pushing them forward, your knees next to your ears by this point. the quick change in position making you squeal, “aaah!—fuck!—“
“flexible too, hm. i trained you well.” your moans onto deaf ears, hands ripping at the mattress covers,. The barely-surviving walls of your pussy felt like it was being ripped again when caleb put his cock back inside.
another mewl, your cunt sucking his cock in like a vacuum, keeping him still and clinging to his sensitive tip, “fuck…please move…!”
“how much?”
“a lot!—a lot caleb! just move!”
“not enough detailsss. c’mon, use that noggin of yours,” caleb teasingly flicked your head, hearing you whine. your hands reached up to try and grab something instead of the mattress, “hard…deep…breed me—anything!”
caleb lowered his body, one leg going up to get a better angle, “hard and deep? and slow?—“
tears came to your eyes, the tension in your body too much to handle anymore, “…lebbie..”
seeing your tears, caleb rubes the skin on your thigh, his hips thrusting his cock inside of you slowly, “okay okay, don’t cry. awwhh, lebbie’s being mean, isn’t he?”
“v-very mean..” you whimpered, holding your legs up for him, exposing your wide hole. caleb gently held one of your legs, before thrusting himself outwards only to slam right back into you. your moans louder with every thrust.
his cock stimulating your g-spot with every harsh snap of his hips, your body jotting up on the bed, moans and screamed echoed in his arms. caleb however was too pussydrunk, his own grunts filling his ears, “i’ll make it up to you.”
your pussy squeezed around his length, making a wet suction sounds whenever he left your cunt. caleb’s hand went to your chin, lifting your head up to see tears running down yours face. your mind not here right now.
however your body was woken up with a firm pat on your cheek, nearly a slap if caleb wasn’t careful, his thumb then wiping at your tears, “don’t pass out of me now, pips.”
all you could see was black dots, your eyes shut closed after, concentrated on the overwhelming feeling being railed into the mattress. not even captured how fast your orgasm was building up, “oh gosh—c-colonel!—“
“nuh uh…say my name,” caleb growled, his eyes gazing down at your face with lust.
moaning, a hand went to his lifted leg, trying to make him slow down, “..c…ca—fuck!”
“it’s right there, c’mon pretty girl. i know you have a few neurons in there that are conscious.”
another attempt, “…cal..leb! ahh! nnnghh!—oooh!”
with a chuckle, caleb thrusted harder, the whole room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, “one more. one more time for me, gorgeous. you got it.”
“caleb!” the feeling was too much, your body letting go instantly. caleb nodded, grunting when your pussy came on his sensitive tip, “thereee we go, good girl.”
barely a second after, thick ropes of cum shot up your cunt, coating your walls perfectly. caleb’s merciless thrusts slowing down, his dick twitching inside of you.
both you and caleb panted, your head was off of it, caleb was still pussy drunk but laid down the feeling for your health and wellbeing, “…you did so well..”
his body lowered, your legs being freed to land on either side of his body. caleb’s lips landed on your, wet and sloppily kissing you. his tongue sunk deep into your mouth whilst a hand passionately groped your breasts, “the prettiest girl ever…deep breaths now. just rest for me, i’ll take care of the rest.
KINKTOBER 2025 @ alyakhq, do not plagiarise, copy or translate my work pls :)
MDNI. android AU, breeding, d✫uble-pen, unprotected sex(p in v), rough sex, temperature play, squirting, oral(f!receiving), belly-bulge, mild degradation, dirty talk.
You’ve been warned. Initiating pleasure sequence...
ZAYNE-07 — Passion and Precision
It was the first thought that came to you when you hit the purchase option. The game of Hot or Cold—like a treasure hunt. The closer you got to the prize, the hotter it burned.
Now you’re splayed on your bed, Zayne’s tongue tracing a slow, maddening path over your body. Cold as ice at first—From the narrow valley of your tits, to your navel, all the way down to your soaking folds. He parts them with two of his fingers, and dips his tongue again—right between your slit. He drinks up all they honeyed goodness your spasming cunt oozes out.
Zayne’s tongue drags languidly from your entrance up to your clit. Your warm wetness meeting with his icy tongue. Then warmth blooms, sudden, scorching. You gasp as it presses against your clit.
“Here.” He murmurs. “…is where you respond the most.” a series of kitten licks are peppered on your swollen little bud. “Your heartrate spikes to 120 beats per minute.”
Your back arches, smothering his face with your leaky pussy. “Indeed.” He murmurs, thumb teasing the base of your clit. “I wasn’t bought to merely speak.”
“Zayne.” you lift his head up by his hair. “Inside. Now.” You huff impatiently.
“Understood.”
He doesn’t waste time to lift himself and position himself over you—a large hand hooking under your thigh, hiking it up a little to open you for him. His thick tip slips past your slippery lips, gathering all your juices to help you take him.
When he pushes in, you melt—humming in utter pleasure as his perfectly, inhumanly warm cock sinks into your dripping heat. Your insides relax around him the moment he bottoms out. His hot tip grazes your cervix, making you squirm beneath him. Your slithery walls clamp on him, coating him in your slick.
He’s filled you to the brim. You can feel him buzzing faintly deep in you—muffled by the sound of your insides clinging to him so tight.
“it’s so deep—hah!” you squirm, vain attempts of adjusting yourself.
He angles his hips once, his tip in your now angles upward—and you already know just what is going to happen when he pushes back into you. you salivate at the thought. You can literally map out where you start and where you end, thanks to his impractically perfect large dick stuffing you so full.
“God—Zayne—I can feel—” he experimentally grinds, unintentionally cutting you off, internally clocking every beat of your pulse. “fuck! Fuck—just—move.”
That he does.
He pulls out of you, only the tip remaining and then warms up your already hot insides with his cock, plunging back into you with one deep stroke. Your mouth hangs open, thighs falling open.
“fuc—fucking hell—” your head falls back, back arching—your hips offering themselves to him. “so-mmph! So deeep…”
Your hand goes to your tummy, right atop where you feel him. He leans back, pace still kept. Long, deep strokes moulding your honey-soaked walls. He huffs once, his own hand covering yours.
“That’s not quite precise.” He mutters. He slides your hand a centimeter higher and then drives his cock into your pliant hole as it to show you where you stretch around him. You feel it. Your stomach bulges as his dick drills into you. “Here is where I reach.” His voice is so annoyingly clinical and raw that it has your pussy spasming wildly.
“Zayne—!”
He keeps pulling back and sinking back into you, tip nudging your sweet spot each time. “140 beats per minute. You’re close. I shall aid you reach your climax.”
With that, the ice-like tip of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing unrhythmic circles—on purpose—driving you to both—madness and your orgasm that rips through you like a freight train. Still, he keeps pounding into you, drawing more of your gooey slickness.
“Why are you—?”
“You haven’t asked me to stop.”
SYLUS-09 — Full Control. Full Care.
Your whines are all that the walls hear. You’re split open on your new purchase’s cock, while the other rubs between your slit—grinding deliciously against your clit.
His hands knead the flesh on your hips as you rock on him, hard chest pressed flush against your back. “You’re doing well, kitten.” He rumbles in your ear, making your cunt clamp on him.
“Oh?” you can hear the way his voice lights with mockery. “How easily affected. How cute.” His hips snap up as he holds you down, keeping you in place to make sure your wet little hole takes his cock deep.
His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him so you’re sitting on his cock—forcing you to open for him.
“More—please I need more.” You don’t know where you can muster up the greed to even ask this of him.
“Tch.” He leans in, lips brushing against your neck. “You don’t have to beg, kitten. I’m programmed to give you everything you need anyway.”
With that, a broad palm settles on your back, guiding you down, ass presented up in the air. He hovers over you, hand still there to have you pinned. Still, his cock never once slipping out of you. but that’s because your overstretched walls are gripping him so tight.
His hand slides lower. “arch.”
You oblige, grinding back against him. “good girl.”
His pace starts again. deep and hard. Making your little hole take him to its limits. His other cock rubs against your clit just right. Your hand reaches down to run your fingers along his length. Curious. Salivating.
“You need only ask, kitten.” He reminds you. heat pools in your stomach.
“I—I w-want it.” You manage to say between his brutal thrusts, ass tilting up more.
“what. You want what?” his cock keeps relentlessly pounding you, never once stopping
His hips snap to yours, cock screwing into your magical spot buried deep in your walls. At this angle, you feel every mechanical buzz of his dick.
“I need both of your cocks.” A laugh of delight rumbles behind you.
“I need you to be more specific. Need my other cock where, exactly?” He punctuates every emphasized word with a hit of his cock to your womb.
“Oh god, Sylus. Fuck—in my—ah—” it’s impossible to speak when his cock is driving you to your doom.
“I need your cock in the hole that’s not occupied.” That is all you can say, eyes rolling back as his pace slows, cock draaaagging over your gummy, too wet walls. Massaging your insides so perfectly.
You feel him then. Hand sliding to your ass. Spreading your cheeks wider, exposing that puckered hole of yours. His thumb gently traces the right ring of muscles. You jolt, cunt spasming around his dick.
“You’ll get what you want.” He promises. “But before that, I want you to cum on my cock once.”
His hand slides down, pressing his other cock snug between your slit. Each ridge sliding over your clit in mouth-watering friction. “Keep it here. Rub yourself on it.” He tells you before his pace picks up again.
His thumb stays at your ass-hole, circling. More slick dribbles down his cock, as you move you hips back, chasing the high you need so bad—fucking yourself on him. And he lets you.
He lets you grind yourself on his cock like his little kitty in heat, while stuffing yourself full of his other cock. He lets your head run wild with the image of him filling up that other virgin hole. To be used so thorough.
But this is exactly what you had in mind when you clicked on that damned link, didn’t you?
He buries himself deeper, if that were even possible. “Nngh! Sylus I—too deep—!” you whine prettily, eyes still rolling to the back of your skull.
“Too deep? How do you plan on taking my other cock then?”
He lets his cock fuck you deep. To split open every inch of you around him.
Your orgasm hits, blinding you momentarily. You wail in ecstasy. Nails digging into the bedsheet while he slams into you once, stilling so you can milk the last bits of your wave, walls pulsing around him.
And just when you’re about to shut your eyes, you feel the cool of the lube against your other hole, making you gasp.
“Did you think we were done here, Sweetie?”
CALEB-11 — The Domestic Dream
Caleb hasn’t stopped. Not when you came once. Or twice. Or fuckin thrice. His fingers continue to jab that poor spot in your pussy. You’re holding onto dear life as you cling to his biceps.
He hadn’t even turned on the vibration once through all these rounds and you were falling apart so prettily on his just his fingers. The rest of it? Well, the horny half of your mind despite your pathetic disposition is drooling at the anticipation.
His finger curl, making you coo sweetly, lips curving in an ‘o’. He just snickers at the way you get cross-eyed each time he does it. His hand curls around your thigh, pulling you closer to him.
“n-need your cock now.” You mumble. “Please Caleb!” his fingers curl again, shutting you up.
“You didn’t ask for it, pips.” He says so plainly. He’s already aligning himself with you. sweet, sticky honey flows out of your cunt as the blunt head of his thick cock breaches your hole.
Your hips shift, chasing it. “So needy. Coulda just asked, y’know?” he pushes in, slow.
You moan at the stretch. It burns so good. Your oversensitive, used up walls struggle to swallow him. Yet, you do like the greedy little thing you are.
He buries himself to the hilt. Your voice is stuck in your throat as you feel him deep inside, grazing your cervix so perfectly. And then he moves.
“oh mmh!” your back arches on its own. Thighs clamping around him that he pries open.
“don’t do that, baby. Just keep taking it, yeah?” he purrs, every snap of his hips making his hips kiss your womb. The wet grip of your too tight cunt has him wondering if he really did open you up well.
Each time he drives into you, you dribble out your love juices—which he gathers and rubs all over your pussy lips, finger expertly gliding over your clit, making you clench tighter.
The sounds you make are downright lewd. Both—your mouth and your cunt. The way you gobble up every inch of him is borderline whorish.
He yanks you closer, pushing your knees up to your chest. You whimper but he just shushes you, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock so deep.
“I think I opened you enough.” He murmurs, but more to himself. Almost human-like. “say, pipsqueak. You think you can fit in a little more here?” his fingers trace where your hole stretches around him. He pauses for a moment.
You gasp, clamping down on him at the idea. He chuckles. “Greedy lil hole. It’s saying yes. Shall I take it as a yes from you too, then?”
All you can do is swallow and nod. And he’s already pushing two of his fingers in. with the amount of slick you’re constantly dribbling out, it’s an easy fit. Yet, you feel so impossibly full.
“c-caleb—I’m—”
“I know, I know. You’re stuffed full. Very full.” He drawls, as he fingers curl again. but a moan rips through your throat only when he starts moving again. pace deep and relentless.
“atta girl.” He murmurs. “ready for the grand finale?”
He doesn’t give your cock-drunk brain time to process before his fingers vibrate in you. you nearly break your spine as you arch off the bed.
He fucks you with an inhuman pace. Cock pounding your poor, overstimulated hole. And if that wasn’t enough, his fingers move with his cock. Curled at the angle where it vibrates right at your sweet spongy spot.
Your nails dig into the sheets, gripping them as he fucks out every sane thought in your head.
The pressure builds. A strange kind. But you’re too far gone to have any straight thoughts. And then it hits you.
You’re screaming as you spray all over Caleb’s stomach, his cock and his fingers, soaking them. And you can’t stop.
“too much—pleasepleaseplease!” he finally slows down, cock dragging languidly over your walls.
Your cheek is wet with your drool when you come to. You swear you blacked out for a moment. But what you’re met with is:
“wanna go again?”
XAVIER-03 — Endless energy, Endless appetite
Another spurt of warmth and your eyes roll back. You’ve been folded in a mating press since you activated that bunny mode of his. And you weren’t complaining. He’d been fucking you for lord knows how many hours, pumping you with thick loads of his “cum”.
You wondered what bunny mode meant, truly. How stupid. Of course it meant breeding you to your limit.
His fingers deftly tickle your oversensitive clit as his cock keeps shoving into your overused hole over and over again in long, deep strokes. Each thrust of his has the air knocked out of your lungs, forcing you to cry out for him.
“xavi—mmf—m’so full…” you whine, thighs pressing together.
“Mhm. That’s what you wanted, right, star?” he smiles sweetly.
But the way his cock plunges into the depths of you is far from sweet. It’s lewd. The way his cum trickles down at each thrust, the way your slutty pussy makes helpless attempts at keeping it in.
He hikes your thighs higher, pushing them so your tummy presses down to where his cock reaches, trapping it snug between your velvety walls. He rams in deep, as if he wants to make sure the next load he shoots reaches right in your already full womb.
He presses down to test it. And sure enough, pearly white cum dribbles out of your cunt. He smirks at that.
“What a mess, star. And you still want me to keep going.”
You nod erratically, a mewl slipping past your lips when he thrusts back in. he rubs your clit tighter now. And your walls clamp around him, womb greedily asking for more of his cum.
He knows. He angles your hips so that he can reach the end of you better. His fingers rub you directly over your clit, shooting electricity through your body.
“o-oh! M’cumming—!”
He keeps going, making your walls burn and stretch around him.
“its too much… plea—hah!” you hnad goes down to your stomach where you feel so full. “m’too full, Xavi…”
He stops. And then nods. “okay.” He pulls out, holds your arms and pulls you up to sit upright.
“wha—”
“push it out.” He tells you.
“what…” heat blooms across your cheeks at his implication. His fingers come up to trace that.
“don’t play coy, lil star.” He guides you to sit on your heels. “Push it all out for me. You won’t be ‘too full’ that way.”
A shiver runs down your spine. Your cunt clenches around nothing, automatically making it push out the cum he left in you. he watches you intently, patiently waiting. And under the weight of his gaze, you tighten your core, push his cum out.
It dribbles out in strings—mixed with your sweet juices. You don’t realise that he’s filled you so much until your womb actually starts feeling lighter each time you push out a load, all over the rubber sheet he’d placed under you.
His fingers join, plunging into you, curling and pulling out all the cum he left in you.
You’re too taken by the way his load oozes out of your gaping hole that you don’t register he’s easing you back down.
“I hope you won’t complain about being too full now.” He mutters. “So…”
His heavy cock, leaking with the remnant of his cum pushes back into your needy pussy.
“Let me fill you up again.”
RAFAYEL-01 — Art and Affection
The water sloshes around you as you lean forward, panting. The pressure in your stomach is too much. Just what were you thinking when you bought a pretty robot with two cocks?
Rafayel reminds you why as his hips shift, filling up both your holes. You grab onto the edge of the tub—bracing for the delicious stretch that comes when he grinds in deeper. His fingers on your clit press just right each time his cocks him inside you.
He hasn’t moved. You haven’t told him to. Yet. You’ve been stretched open around his cocks for what you fathom minutes, clenching and relaxing as his fingers play with your pretty little pearl.
“mmph! Rafayel—issomuch!” your head lolls back to his shoulder as you babble incoherently.
“mhm, I’m sure it is.” He chirps happily behind you. You can’t tell if he means it or is simply mocking you.
“you’re so tight, cutie. Gripping me. Both of me.”
You can only whimper in response. His arm snakes around your waist and pulls you closer. His cocks stir in you, making you mewl.
He gathers some slick from your entrance, smearing it on your clit, fingers move with artistic precision.
“Look. You’re stretched sooo pretty.” He chuckles. Your gaze falls down to where you’ve opened around him. The rim of your cunt glistens pink. Stretched. Like even a finger in would make you snap in two. His fingers slide down, tracing it. Making you shiver.
They drag up again—to your clit and back down to where you’re joined.
“God—raf. Move already.” You whine, shifting. But his heavy cock brushes so perfectly against your sweet spots that you whimper helplessly again.
“Uh-uh. Not yet.” He tuts, slapping your clit once in response. You yelp at the oversensitivity. “You’re still so tight. You’ll hurt yourself at this rate.”
You groan in impatience.
“I won’t. Just—fuck—move.”
His lips bite your earlobe suddenly. “Um no. It’s too dangerous. Buuut—”
Your breath catches when he shifts, grinding slowly. Tip right up against your swollen spot. “I can do this.” You cry out. It’s too much. The pressure in your ass and now his cock gliding over your walls.
“Oh mmh—yes. Yes this is sofuckinggood!” you whine, grinding back against him, pushing him deeper in your holes. Deeper than he already is.
His hands come up, cupping your breasts, kneading hem together. Fingers rolling your nipples. “you’re a work of art, baby.” His face lowers to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “If only you were a little patient.”
“But you’re whining so pathetically I can hardly ignore it.” He murmurs, something dark etched in his voice.
His cock in your cunt jolts to life, as it starts vibrating. You cry out, hips surging up only to have them pinned back down, shoving his cocks into you.
“What is—”
“don’t act so innocent, now. We both know you’re far from. Why else would you have two cocks stuffed in both your holes?” Rafayel rasps, voice siren-like. Tempting.
Your breath catches in your throat as he leans forward, taking you with him. Your hands go up to hold the edge of the tub as he pushes you so your ass is up.
“Oh! Did you really not know I had a vibrating feature?”
You want to shake your head but it merely tips forward as his fingers return to play with your clit. Your holes clamp tight on him as your orgasm nears.
“I’ll teach you then. I’ll show you every height of pleasure.” He whispers darkly. His hips finally move, pulling back and then slamming back into yours.
You sob as your orgasm hits. But he doesn’t stop. He fucks you through it.
“too much!” you yelp.
“hmm yeah. And yet—” he buries himself fully inside you once, letting the thrums of his vibrations bloom across your overstimulated walls.
“I don’t hear a ‘stop’.”
✧˚₊ nya's note: i do not know what possessed me to pen this but oh well. Anyhoo. i hope ya'll enjoyed it. Suggestions, reblogs and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!
caleb can’t decide which hole he wants to give the most attention to.
he’s been switching between the two, fucking her hard in her pretty little asshole and then her sweet pussy. each time he pulls out and pushes in sends her closer to the edge, face burying into the couch as he fucks her senseless.
“shiiit, baby, my dick just can’t get enough of your pretty little fuck holes. need to be in them, both at once. need to fill up every fucking centimeter of you with this cum.”
she’s crying out in retaliation, pathetic whimpers jumping out of her chest each time he smacks into her, balls swinging heavily and hitting her thighs.
“mmhm— caleb, no, baby— m’ gonna get pregnant… can’t cum inside…”
he laughs out loud, banging the shit out of her pussy now. he smacks her ass harshly and spreads her cheeks with his harsh grip, moving her up and down on him like a pornstar.
“no? cuuute.” he feigns concern at her, eyes darkening at her as she looks back at him.
her mouth is wide open with her tongue sticking out, eyes rolling to the back of her head. she can’t even hide her complexion from him. knows she wants this— fuck that, needs this.
“m’gonna empty myself in your perfect little anus first, then your pussy next. gonna have so much of this fucking cum you’ll be leaking for days, pips. how’s that sound?”
“yesyesyes— please fucking make me full of your cum, caleb, pleasepleaseplease—“
his dick pops out of her cunt lewdly, then shoves it back into her tight ass. she screams out,
“hah— that’s my girl. there she is. that’s my big ol’ fucking cum slut— take this fucking cum you filthy fuckin’ whore— fuuuck, baby…” he’s unloading himself immediately, growling into her ear as he falls forward and snaps his hips into her.
she’s bouncing back onto his hardness as she feels his cum shoot down her anus, lips trembling. his hand runs down her back, kissing down the length of her neck.
“need to fill up my pussy too. tell me she’s mine. c’mon, baby. let me hear you.”
she’s completely broken as he pulls out and traces his tip to her asshole to her slit, slowly pushing himself into her cunny.
“s’all yours, this pussy is yours. fucking own this pussy, caleb— god fucking dammit! feels— so— good…” her hair is being yanked back as he forces her neck to bend at an angle.
“look at me while i breed my pussy.” he gives her a devilish smile, eyes heavy lidded.
she’s vibrating the whole room with her cries as she cums onto his cock, milking him for everything he's got as he empties himself once more.
“nghhh— caleeeb!” shes crying tears as they watch each other come apart, his thumb swiping her cheek to catch them.
“good girl. you’re so beautiful. keep taking this cum, sweetie. you’re almost there. been so good. i love you, pip-squeak.”
“i love you, fuck, i love you s’much!” she rides their highs, kissing the heel of his palm as he cups her face.
no matter how crazy and heated it got in bed, caleb would always come back to himself. to her.
contains: pornstar!caleb/bestfriend!reader, both of you are kinda drunk (not too much), pussy eating, recorded sex, & just pure smut sooo mdni!! i did proofread but i did this in basically a day so if you see some mistakes… LOOK AWAY!!!
porn★!caleb who always looks forward to that special time where you, his longtime best friend, comes over and stays at his place for a couple days. he values those rare moments where both your schedules are freed up at the same time, ready to spend as long as he can with favorite girl.
with you, he was more than his career, more than a pretty face with a big dick and a body that quickly skyrocketed him up the popularity scale in the industry. he was simply caleb, your bestie, and the takeout containers all over his coffee table that you sit on the floor together beside and a unimportant comedy movie playing in the background of your silly conversations, were just a few of the things to prove that true.
porn★!caleb who’s secretly and infallibly in love with you, so much so that his infatuation slowly began to trickle into his profession. nothing too obvious of course, but somehow, no matter who he fucked over the course of him finally acknowledging how deep his feelings ran, they always had to have some kind of physical trait that he could compare to you.
from body type, hair & eye color, the size of their tits, and the shape of their lips, if he was able to film a video with a woman that had any similarity to give him that illusion of what it would be like to see you in the way he had them, then he would. shamelessly, in fact. he got lost in it and performed his best, videos reaching scales he’s never massed.
that preference was made a nonnegotiable stipulation to be fulfilled for all future collaborations. a man like him had that privilege. and even if he knew none of the women could ever compare to what he fantasized the real experience to be, he’d selfishly take what he could get.
porn★!caleb loves when you start to let your mouth get loose the more small sips of wine you consume, touching him more than you already do and laughing harder at his corny jokes because of the subtle alcohol influence buzzing in your system. you’re more… bold, when you’re like this. he likes that. but tonight is showing to be something entirely different the more you ask him all kinds of questions that a 100% sober you would be far too shy to.
“is it… weird that i watch your videos sometimes?”
“does the sex feel as good as you make it seem?”
“i always wonder how you do what you do… with all those eyes on you.”
“i wish i had the experiences you have, y’know? i wanna know what it’s like sometimes.”
oh, how could he have been so blind?
porn★!caleb seems to be under the influence just as much as you are when his dick that twitches in his sweats starts to do all the thinking after your tipsy confessions. between his narrowed observing eyes that are glazed over with an unmistakable lust and a hardening cock, caleb’s body is on autopilot as he takes the chance to slide his palm along the curve of your jawline.
flickering between the mouth he’s imagined wrapped around him and the swell of your breasts beneath your tight night shirt, not an ounce hesitancy forms to stop him when you make the effort to meet him halfway.
porn★!caleb doesn’t know how he ended up in between your thighs so fast with your sleep shorts and panties completely disregarded, smiling into your dripping pussy when your back helplessly arches off of his expensive carpet and your nails dig into his tousled hair, but he doesn’t dare waste time to question it. not when you breathlessly call out his name and hypnotize him with every erotic cry when he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth.
“oh, pips… you could’ve just asked me,” he mumbles into your slick folds, burying his nose deep into your essence as he savors your addictive sweetness. he wants every single inch of you to be apart of him; every desire, fixation, secret, and confession. and he’ll take it from the source if he has to.
“gonna be good f’me? hm?” he hums into you, the vibrations leaving you blissfully numb with every flick of his skilled tongue to accompany them. “gonna let me show you how good it can get? how much better i’ll make it for you?”
porn★!caleb would confuse you when he stops tasting you in your attempt to hazily respond, licking up your juices that cling to his puffy lips while reaching into his pocket and retrieving his phone. the bright flash that covers your exposed form as a recording begins makes your eyes widen with surprise, but the lazy smile on your best friend’s face is enough to erase uncertainty.
“won’t show your face, pipsqueak. promise,” he assures, tone shaky with need as he raises your top to reveal the supple globes of your tits. he rolls your peaked nipples between his fingers, pinching the hardened nubs and spilling precum into his underwear like he has zero self-control with every whine you grace him with. he makes sure his phone doesn’t miss any of it.
“just need… fuck, you’re so pretty… need the proof that i was here.”
porn★!caleb would only ask you once if he can fuck you, promising that he’ll take care of you better than anyone you’ve ever watched him stick his dick inside of. he owes it to you, after all. and when your airy voice grants him that solid and unwavering “yes”, you’re shown in real time what the famous adult star caleb xia is capable of, what he’s known for.
with his pants haphazardly lowered, his thick cock that you’ve jealously seen him slide into “co-workers” in the quiet privacy of your bedroom, splits you open deliciously and it feels better than anything you’ve ever imagined it to be. in the span of your eyes rolling back from how thoroughly you’re filled, caleb took the small timeframe to prop up his phone so that he could be fully hands-on. he wasn’t wasting this opportunity.
“knew you’d feel g-good,” he sttutters, running his palm down the length of your jolting body from every deep thrust. “my best friend’s a little pervert, aren’t you pips? how long have you been watchin’ me, huh? touching this pretty pussy when you wished it was me doin’ it, filling her with my cum instead of someone who didn’t deserve it. hah… s-shit… s-shoulda been me… it’s gonna only be me from now on.”
“we’ll make our own movies, yeah?” you squeeze him uncontrollably, babbling senselessly every time you feel him prodding against your lower stomach from the inside. “you like that, don’t you? squeezin’ me so fuuuckin’ tight… mm, i do too. wanna be my little money maker?”
“yes… yesyes, please caleb… feel s’ good…” you wail, nails aimlessly scratching as his flexing biceps.
“y-you’re a natural for the camera, pips… you’ll let me post this, won’t you? let everyone see who owns this dick?”
you don’t know if you’re drunk off the liquor anymore or the man whose heavy balls slap against your ass when he relentlessly sinks back into your quivering pussy over and over and over again, but all that matters is that you’re hooked.
A/N: this… got way longer than i thought… i am not ashamed
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⋆.˚ CW — 18+ MDNI, smut, android!Caleb, shy!reader, alcohol, a non-consensual kiss at the beginning but the smut is 100% consensual, yearning, a bit of angst, masturbation, Caleb's arm as a vibrator, fingering, multiple orgasms, crying (but sexy), overstim
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“Ugh, fuck this,” you groan, tossing your tiny, pink vibrator to the side, not caring when it goes too far and flies off your bed. You're way too inebriated and sexually frustrated to give a damn.
Your arm aches and as the pulse slowly fades between your legs, you come to the conclusion that you can't come tonight. Fingers, vibrator, dildos, none of them seem to work on you. It's been like this for weeks. You don't know if it's stress or if there's just something wrong with you.
Your nightly routine tonight consisted of kicking off your heels and settling down with a bottle of wine before bed. You were hoping the wine would help you relax and then you'd be able to come. But, that plan has proved to be a bust.
You pull your panties back up and grab your phone off the nightstand. There are a few notifications from social media, a friend asking if you wanted brunch tomorrow, and what looks like a spam email.
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You squint at your phone screen. A mix of alcohol and the late hour convinces your curiosity into clicking the email.
You vaguely remember browsing EVER’s website a few weeks ago out of curiosity. Their companion bots are supposed to be the very best, cutting edge tech, designed to be anything you want—a friend, family, lover, anything at all.
At first, you thought the idea of buying an android was a complete waste of money. You've seen them around the city, either doing errands on their own or walking hand-in-hand with their human partners. When they smile politely at you with their lightless eyes, it sends nothing but chills down your spine.
While checking out their website, you scrolled through the ‘build-a-bot’ section to ridicule the stupid features people pay extra to install.
Seriously, who pays a hundred extra dollars for a bigger dick installation and extra stamina?
It was an amusing browse that lasted for an hour, and you thought that's all it would be—an hour of entertainment you wouldn't think about ever again.
But now you're staring into the violet eyes of the most handsome man android you've ever seen, with eyes somehow reflecting so much life and charm, drawing you in the longer you gaze. He looks less like the typical androids you normally see and that has you intrigued.
Meet Caleb (model no. X-02), EVER’s latest android companion, tailor made to be your perfect partner! He's the boy next door, an attentive lover, the adrenaline junkie that will take you on the ride of your life.
You scan through his bio that lists characteristics, even habits that seem to bring him to life. He loves building model airplanes, hates cilantro, dreams of becoming a pilot, etc.
It reads less like a sales pitch and more like a dating profile. And somehow, he's checking off all your boxes. He really does seem tailor made for you. It's almost creepy.
This Caleb companion is not fit for additional installations or modifications.
So, you can't pay for extra stamina and a twelve inch dick? What a shame. You could really use that right now.
It doesn't help that there’s a shirtless photo of Caleb in bed with his thumb hooking around the band of his sweat pants, gazing up at the camera with a seductive smirk.
The ache between your legs returns annoyingly and you groan, scrolling away before you find your hands down your pants for another useless session.
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You whistle, “that's pretty cheap.”
Considering the average, high quality android these days costs $30k and up, you're looking at a bargain—or at least, that's what your tipsy and horny addled mind tells you. But there's no way an android from EVER, a top selling android competitor, is selling a new model this low. There has to be a catch.
You try reading the finer details, but the tiny words just blend together. Somehow the only details you manage to catch are ‘passionate lover', ‘extra stamina pack included’, and ‘six vibrating arm modes’. You're extra intrigued by that last detail.
The add to cart button is clicked without a second thought. Purchasing is a simple, familiar process. Inputting your name, card information, address is muscle memory at this point.
You only realize what you just did when the EVER logo pops up on your screen with a purchase confirmation number.
Buyers remorse kicks in as you stare at the screen. This is probably one of the most embarrassing purchases you've ever made, solely driven by the fact that you're unbearably sexually frustrated and horny for some super hot, discount android.
Before you can figure out how to cancel your order, you notice an audio message attached to the thank you message.
“Thanks for choosin’ me. I can't wait to meet you.” A voice, presumably Caleb’s, says. Even his voice is hot. There's a sweet charm to it, playful and alluring all at once. “Fill out the questionnaire below to help me learn how I can please you.”
The questions range from basic tasks you'd like help with to how frequent you want him to initiate sex. You answer with complete honesty, thanks to the wine.
By the time you finish the seemingly endless and thorough questionnaire, your eyes are drooping until you eventually nod off, dreaming of violet eyes and that low voice whispering filthy things in your ears.
—
It takes Caleb two weeks to arrive at your door.
The delivery man asks for your signature, carts a six foot crate into your living room, and leaves without much fanfare. Though, you suppose these days, delivering androids isn't an uncommon occurrence.
You stare at the intimidating crate. It still hasn't registered that there's an android in your living room. In the two weeks leading up to this moment, you tried pushing it to the back of your mind. It is already embarrassing enough to admit that you bought one out of desperation, but to have it be a reality… you don't know what to expect once you crack open the box.
It takes thirty minutes for you to breathe through your anxieties and start cutting open all the zip ties and tape wrapped around the box. You're greeted by a thick user manual and wall of styrofoam casing when you peel open the top.
You take the manual, a full body scan of Caleb is on it, and flip it open.
EVER Co. thanks you for your purchase! We hope you enjoy your new Caleb companion. Please refer to this user guide to help you get started.
You skim through the instructions, tapping your fingers against the pages as you worry your lower lip between your teeth.
To switch on your companion, hold down the POWER button located on your companion’s sternum for 3 seconds. Your companion will lead you through the next steps after powered on.
There's a diagram next to the text, illustrating where Caleb’s power button is. You pull off the styrofoam mold, tossing it to the corner of your living room, and beneath is Caleb’s sleeping—tecnically powered off—form.
It hits you all at once that he's real and… so human-like.
Your fingers graze over his cheek. He's neither cold nor warm to the touch, but he's not pallid. There's a glow to his skin, kissed by sun. When you press a finger into his cheek, the flesh gives way like any would. You half expected him to be solid, cold metal beneath your hands.
He’s bundled up in a jacket with blue and orange accents and black sweater beneath. You tug down his collar, spying a silver chain around his neck that leads down to some dog tags with his name and model number engraved on it. You feel against his solid chest for the button. It's a small indent in the middle of his sternum, nearly indiscernible to the eye, but you feel it beneath your finger and push down.
The seconds pass and you hear a low hum like fans buzzing to life beneath his skin. When you lift off the button it takes only a second for his eyes to snap open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
You dare yourself to inch closer, searching for signs of cognition. He doesn't stir. You're almost afraid you've already broken him somehow. You wave your hand over his face, wondering if you have to give him something to focus on.
Once, twice—you move your hand, and after the third pass his eyes are suddenly on yours. You squeal, falling back on your behind before scrambling off the floor, straightening out your clothes.
What a great first impression…
He keeps his eyes on you as if he's assessing you, picking you apart piece by piece to figure out what makes you tick, before blinking and wiping it all away with a dazzling smile.
“This is insane,” you mutter to yourself.
His smile is just like the pictures, but somehow in person it makes him ten times more attractive. “Nice to meet ya, pipsqueak.”
You wrinkle your nose. Pipsqueak? You're not sure that was one of the nicknames you chose on the questionnaire. “Um, hello?”
He lifts himself out of the box with quick and fluid movements, glancing around his new home with a discerning eye. There's a satisfied hum before he turns to you, dragging his eyes up and down your form.
“Come ‘ere.”
You hardly register what he means before he crowds you, cradling your jaw, and kisses you. His lips are rough against yours, moving languidly with his tongue parting your lips. Without much thought you melt into him.
It's been so long since you've had this sort of physical connection. Not since your ex and that was nearly a year ago at this point. It’s comforting to fall into someone else's arms, safe and warm.
Heat pools in your core as his hands smooth over your waist, but your mind drifts. It's all so sudden and so much.
“Wait!” You push against his chest and stumble back into the wall. But instead of meeting the solid wall, his steady hands cradle you before impact. He's almost chest to chest with you again, staring down at you with concern.
“Hey, be careful. You alright?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.” As you peel yourself from his arms, his hands tighten around your waist before relaxing and letting you free. You lean against the wall to catch your breath. “What the hell was that?”
His brows furrow. “You marked ‘initiate sex every day, twice a day’ on your questionnaire,” he states as if reciting it. “Is now not a good time?”
Damn you for doing that questionnaire while horny.
“Not really—I mean, we just met. Maybe…” You trail off. You're still unsure about all of this, whether or not you actually want to commit to having sex with him. He just feels so alive, real, and yet willing to do anything for you without a second thought. Does he feel strange about this whole situation like you? Does he even feel at all? You really don't have the mental capacity right now to debate the ethics of having sex with androids. Not when one is right in front of you and throwing himself at you. “We start slow, um, like holding hands and stuff.”
“Holding hands,” he repeats slowly, raising a brow. If you didn't know any better you'd say he’s mocking you. “Are we five?”
You cross your arms, using it as a protective shield against the goosebumps rising on your arms. There's a growing smirk on his lips as he stares at your pout. “Hey! I'm sorry if you expected me to just jump your bones the minute you woke up, but this is really weird for me, alright?”
You barely know him! Sure, you read the basics of his bio, but that doesn't make you comfortable with fucking him immediately even if he was designed to be.
He sighs, “I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“We can work our way up to that,” you say, adding on a ‘but’ when you see his smirk returning, “but for now let’s just pretend we’re roommates-er, friends.”
“Friends, for now. I can do that.”
Living with an android is somewhat normal. He cooks you meals, makes sure you have all three meals, helps you do laundry, and is there when you come home from work to talk to. He's funny, teasing you occasionally. Indulges you whenever you get pouty. Not to mention incredibly touchy.
His hands are somehow always on or near you. If you're reaching for a plate, he's right behind you, grabbing it before you can get up on your tip-toes. You swear he purposefully moved them higher on the shelf so he could do that. When the two of you are on the couch while you're ranting about a particularly annoying work meeting, his arm is slung around yours, rubbing your shoulder soothingly.
It doesn't help that you still haven't been able to come. You're still in bed every night with a hand down your pants and the other over your mouth to silence your whimpers. The solution is simple—ask Caleb to help, but you're nervous and hesitant. If you even think about tiptoeing out of your room to find him at his charging station in the living room, you tense up and pull the covers over your head.
As much as you hate to admit, he's not just the android you bought while drunk and horny in the middle of the night anymore. He's Caleb. The one who creates a gnawing ache in your chest whenever you see him, whenever he comes near you, whenever he wishes you a good day. All the symptoms of a greater feeling.
You know that he’s an android, advertised as being designed to obey your every command, but it feels like a violation of his autonomy to ask when you know he can't say no. So, you settle for being friendly roommates with Caleb, and leave yourself with your hands and a few toys to (not) do the job, and silent feelings you can't voice.
It's been fine so far, but you wonder every night when the tipping point will finally come.
“I’m back! Work was a bitch, but I picked up some snacks for movie night!” You call out when you step through the door, holding up your stuffed bag. You toe off your shoes at the door and place them on the shoe rack. “Did you choose a- oh!”
Caleb is sitting on the couch, fiddling with his arm. Instead of skin, it is the mechanical, dark chrome endoskeleton layer exposed from his shoulder and down. He has an array of tools spread on the coffee table. You recognize them from the maintenance kit that came in his box. A panel on his forearm is open with colorful wires running through like veins.
You turn your head away, ignoring how the exposed metal highlights the curve of his thick biceps and the way your body responds with a rush of heat pooling in your core. You clear your throat and try not to obviously squeeze your thighs together. “Sorry, am I interrupting something?”
“Nope, I was just finishin’ up.” You hear the click of his panel shutting and the shuffling of tools. “Why’re you lookin’ away?”
“I don't know. It seems impolite to stare while you're…uncovered?” It's a pathetic excuse when the truth is you're just hot and bothered.
He chuckles, “It’s not like I’m naked. And even if I were, you can stare all you want. I don't mind.”
You fling the bag of snacks at him, which he catches by the handles easily, and cover your face. Images of him shirtless in his sweatpants, the obvious bulge pressing against the fabric, flash in your mind. He's walked around the house in that outfit before, sending you little glances and smirks. It fuels your imagination at night while you attempt to get off.
“You're the worst,” you groan, stomping to fling yourself onto the couch.
“But, you keep me around,” he retorts teasingly.
“Only because you cook me dinner and do my laundry,” you grumble, snatching the bag of snacks from him and riffling through its contents to distract yourself from thoughts of him naked.
“Is that all I'm good for?”
You laugh softly, “no, of course not. I like you very much, Caleb.”
You settle for a bag of sour gummy worms and pull them from the bag. As you tear it open, you feel his stare on you again.
You squirm under his penetrating gaze, glancing at him. “What?”
“Nothin’. Just thinkin’,” he hums, reclining back into the cushions. You get a sense he's lying. “You've already seen me naked.”
You sputter, nearly jumping off the couch. “W-What! No!”
“Didn't you look at my profile on the website?”
“I did, but I didn't see that!” You gesture wildly to his lower half.
“Oh, you wanted me so bad, you didn't even look thoroughly.”
“I was tipsy and-” You shut yourself up before you can expose too much and huff, “ugh, you were way cuter on my screen when you couldn't talk.”
He ignores your statement, leaning closer to you. “Tipsy and what?”
Your face grows warmer when traces of a smirk appear on his face. “Tipsy and nothing. F-Forget it!”
You attempt to push him away, but he catches your arm. His thumb smoothes over the pulse point on your wrist in slow strokes. No doubt sensing the way your heart is racing beneath with his heart monitoring function. Any irritation you had falls away as he edges closer.
Cold metal meets your skin when Caleb’s hand reaches up to cup your cheek, making you flinch. Your eyes trace up his forearm and bicep. It's odd to see the mechanical parts of him when the face in front of you is so alive.
Caleb seems to take your quiet as rejection. “Are you scared of me like this?”
“No,” you answer immediately. “Should I be?”
“You don't know me,” he says, sharp and accusatory. “My code’s been rewritten so many times. Sometimes even I don't know who I’m supposed to be anymore.”
“Caleb…” Your mouth is dry, but your heart aches to comfort him.
“And sometimes I think I really like you,” he admits. “But is it me or is it just programming?”
Your heart seizes up at the sudden confession, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. To think… could he actually have feelings for you too?
He guides you closer, never taking his eyes off your lips. A drawn expression on his face. “And sometimes I think I want to kiss you—I really do.”
“Why don't you?” you whisper.
“You haven't asked me to yet.”
“And I won't.” You rest a hand over the one on your cheek, feeling the ridges and grooves around the plates of his fingers. “Take what you want, Caleb.”
You wonder if he can feel your hand against his. If there's some type of sensor, feeding back the warm touch of your palm over his, or if it's nothing at all.
“Take what I want…” he repeats in a whisper.
You think if he were human, his breathing would be uneven, stuck in his chest. His hand slides down to cup your neck, tugging you forward until your lips collide in a desperate, needy kiss.
He's warm on your lips. It's different from the first time he kissed you. Before, he was confident, and knew exactly how to get your knees weak. Now, he's moving, unsure of himself, unsure of whether or not it’s okay.
You reinforce him by parting your lips, letting your tongues dance around each other. He leans forward, clutching you in his arms to lay you against the couch, but jerks back violently, dropping you instead.
He grabs his head, groaning, eyes screwed shut with his face contorted.
“What's wrong?”
“Preventative measures EVER installed in all their androids,” he grounds out. “It usually stops us from doing anything dangerous or disobeying orders.”
It's your turn to cup his cheeks, raising his face to look at you. You never thought this would happen, but you're so glad it did.
“If this is what you want, I want it too. I want you to kiss me, and… I-I want more than that.”
A half grin forms from his grimace as he chuckles. He sweeps you into another kiss, whispering thank yous between each breath.
Your heart swells, knowing that he feels something for you. He may not be able to decipher it fully, but you'll take this, whatever he wants to give.
He holds you in his arms. Your lips fall into a slow rhythm together, neither one of you willing to separate from the other first.
“I found those toys under your bed while I was cleaning and tossed them out,” he admits between kisses.
Your head snaps back as you push on his shoulders. “What? Why!”
Those were expensive!
“I was…” he thinks for a moment before the word comes out hesitantly, like he doesn't know if it's true, “jealous.”
“But you didn't need to throw them away,” you pout. As you attempt to pull away, thinking you could dig them out of the trash if they’re still there, he grips your waist.
“I want to show you why you don't need them anymore. You only need me,” he growls, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist and hoisting you up effortlessly. Your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you to your bedroom and lays you against the pillows. “Let me prove it.”
Though his eyes don't leave yours, burning with a raw hunger, you're still nervous. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you this way before and it makes you squirm.
“Are you really sure?”
“I am.” He climbs on top, caging you between his arms. His dog tags dangle between you. “Are you?”
You nod, toying with his necklace. “Think I've been ready for this since you woke up in my living room.”
“Then let me make up for lost time.” he starts at your neck, sucking at your pulse point until he leaves his mark before moving down to your collar.
He's probably programmed with thousands of different techniques and ways to pleasure someone, you think. Plus, you recall inputting all of your favorite kinks and positions in the questionnaire. He already knows every intimate detail about you. Now he just has to learn every inch of your body.
Caleb unbuttons your top, revealing your chest inch by inch and helping it off your shoulders, until your bra is in full view.
You’re a bit embarrassed that they're not more lacy or risque, but he doesn't seem to mind as his metal arm traces down the seam into the valley of your breasts. You shiver at his cool touch, arching into his hand.
“Am I too cold?” He hooks a finger down the middle of your bra, easing it lower to reveal your perfect mounds.
Your breath hitches when he runs his thumb over your nipple. The cold brings it to a quick peak. “N-No, I like it.”
He tweaks your nipples with both hands, one warm and the other cold. You hum beneath him, sinking into the mattress. He slips behind you to unhook your bra and throws it somewhere in your room.
You hear a sharp click! and you yelp when his now vibrating hand returns to toy with your nipple. “Wh-What…”
“Wow,” he chuckles. “You really didn't read anything on my profile. Was I that handsome?”
“Ah, shut up,” you whine when he pinches your nipples between his vibrating fingers.
Six vibrating arm modes. Oh. So this is what it means. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him slipping his fingers into you like that.
“How ‘bout a demonstration?” He turns off the vibrating and slowly begins to ease off your work pants, taking your panties with it, leaving you bare before him.
You're stuck beneath his unwavering gaze, vulnerable to his desire. You try closing your legs but he's kneeling between them.
“Pretty,” he mumbles, tracing a path down your stomach to your slit. He parts your folds, swiping against your slick pussy, gathering it on his metallic fingers.
You bite your lip, trying to hold back the whine threatening to escape, as his middle finger eases its way into your tight entrance. A soft ‘ah’ slips past you when he makes slow curling gestures against your gummy walls.
“I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don't hold back.”
The low, consistent vibrations start up again inside you. It's deep and penetrating, coursing through every fiber of your being, unlike anything you could have done yourself.
“Oh,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. Your body sinks into the mattress.
“That's it,” he groans, working your pussy open, sliding in a second finger when you're wet enough. “Just relax. I'll help you through it.”
The stretch has you arching off the bed, grinding your hips down on him. Already, you're feeling that familiar peak approaching, but you're still afraid that even now you won't be able to reach it.
When his vibrating thumb settles on your little aching bud, sending sparks running up your spine, you moan, grasping at the sheets.
He speeds up his pace, eventually switching his mechanical hand with his other hand so he can keep using it on your clit without moving it. The slick sounds of his fingers echo through your room—shlick!, shlick!, shlick!—along with the low humming of his fingers.
“Mph, I-I think I'm gonna come!”
“Yeah?” Caleb curls his finger against a spot that has you crying his name. He hits it over and over, letting your writhe against the sheets.
And you finally, finally, get to come. It shatters you, breaking you apart into pieces until you're weightless and limp as your pussy drools on the sheets.
“I've got you,” he soothes, petting your jaw with his thumb. It's his other hand, softer and warm. You lean into it, catching your breath.
You hear a click! again and the vibrations against your clit intensify with faster and stronger buzzes. It tears you out of that momentary calm and sends you hurling towards another orgasm.
“Ahh, C-Caleb!” You cry, clinging onto his arm. Your body tenses, curling in on itself as intense waves of pleasure pour through you. Coherent words die on your lips. It's nothing but babbling sobs as tears leak from your eyes. “Hahh—ngh—I-I don't think I can-”
“You can. I want to see you come again,” he pants, spreading your legs again when they try to close. “One more for me.”
It's hard to stop your whimpering to form a complete response, so you nod, eyes rolling back when his thumb returns to your aching, swollen clit. The speed this time is much more intense, already your body is tensing against his fingers.
Your hands scramble for something to cling onto. You catch his necklace, dragging him down to meet your lips as your second orgasm crashes through you.
He doesn't move his hand, keeping the torturous vibrations against your clit even when you try to squirm away and cry his name against his lips.
“You said one—ahh!—one more!” You sob, arching off the sheets and gasping for breath.
“‘S not enough. I need more.” He looks down at your tear filled eyes. “Please?”
Safe to say, it's not just one more he wants. He takes and takes until you're a complete mess by the end of it. You're not sure how your eyes are still open, but Caleb is still eager and ready to go.
“Ready to see the other features I have?”
⋆.˚ NOTES — I won't lie sometimes I forget that he has a mech arm since it's not visible (*﹏*;) also, special shout out to Calebs lvl 85 secret times for getting me through this one hehe reblogs, comments, and asks always appreciated! thanks for reading! <3
Caleb never meant to be a magnet. But with three little boys? He wasn’t walking alone anywhere.
In the morning he wakes up, stretches, and before his feet even hit the ground, the oldest is padding in, rubbing his eyes. Then the middle one’s stumbling in behind him, dragging his blanket. And finally, the littlest, hair sticking in every direction, holding his stuffed animal upside down. They pile onto his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Morning, pups.” Three sleepy “Morning, Dad…” muffled into his shirt.
Around the house they follow him in perfect stair-step order, like ducklings. Caleb walks into the kitchen for coffee? Boom—three boys at his heels. He heads outside to check something on the porch? Boom—three boys trailing him, bare feet slapping the floor, one of them carrying the wrong tool but insisting “I can help, Dad!!”
During naps Caleb is stretched out on the couch after a long day. Doesn’t matter where you are—suddenly it’s a dog pile. The oldest curls against his side, the middle sprawls across his chest, and the littlest? On top of his legs, out like a light. Caleb just lays there with one big arm over them, staring at the ceiling like, “…guess I’m not moving for three hours.” But his mouth twitches with the softest little smile.
In his guard dog mode if anyone knocks on the door, Caleb’s up like a wall in front of his boys. But the pups cling to his legs like they’re his little tail. He tries to step forward? Three extra weights glued to his calves. He sighs, ruffles their heads. “Pups, you gotta let me move sometime.”
“Nope.”
“Negative, sir.”
“You’re stuck, Daddy.”
And he is. Happily.
During bedtime he tries tucking them into their own beds, but more nights than not, he wakes up with all three squished against him. One curled into his chest, one hogging his pillow, the littlest starfished across his stomach. Caleb groans, but his hand automatically rubs their backs, like he was made for this.
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 NOTES — I'm rlly excited for the next kinktober fic w android!Caleb so here's a little excerpt!!! 18+ MDNI
From: EVER Co.
SALE SALE SALE: EVER CO. COMPANION BOT, CALEB! — The boyfriend you didn't know you needed...
You squint at your computer screen. A mix of alcohol and the late hour convinces your curiosity into clicking the email.
You vaguely remember browsing EVER’s website a few weeks ago out of curiosity. Their companion bots are supposed to be the very best, cutting edge tech, designed to be anything you want—a friend, family, lover, anything at all.
At first, you thought the idea of buying an android was a complete waste of money. You've seen them around the city, either doing errands on their own or walking hand-in-hand with their human partners. When they smile politely at you with their lightless eyes, it sends nothing but chills down your spine.
So, while checking out their website, you scrolled through the ‘build-a-bot’ section to ridicule the stupid features people pay extra to install.
Seriously, who pays a hundred extra dollars for a bigger dick installation and extra stamina?
It was an amusing browse that lasted for an hour, and you thought that's all it would be—an hour of entertainment you wouldn't think about ever again.
But now you're staring into the violet eyes of the most handsome man android you've ever seen, with eyes somehow reflecting so much life and charm, drawing you in the longer you stare. He looks less like the typical androids you normally see and that has you intrigued.
Meet Caleb (model no. X-02), EVER’s latest android companion, tailor made to be your perfect partner! He's the boy next door, an attentive lover, and the adrenaline junkie that will take you on the ride of your life.
You scan through his bio that lists characteristics, even habits, that seem to bring him to life. He loves building model airplanes, hates cilantro, dreams of becoming a pilot, etc.
It reads less like a sales pitch and more like a dating profile. And somehow, he's checking off all your boxes. He really does seem tailor made for you. It's almost creepy.
This Caleb companion is not fit for additional installations or modifications.
So, you can't pay for extra stamina and a twelve inch dick? What a shame. You could really use that right now.
It doesn't help that there’s a shirtless photo of Caleb in bed with his thumb hooking around the band of his sweat pants, gazing up at the camera with a seductive smirk.
The ache between your legs returns annoyingly and you groan, scrolling away before you find your hands down your pants for another useless session.
Price mark down! 80% off! Get him today for the low, low price of $4,999.99!
You whistle, “that's pretty cheap.”
Considering the average, high quality android these days costs $30k and up, you're looking at a bargain—or at least, that's what your tipsy and horny addled mind tells you. But there's no way an android from EVER, a top selling android competitor, is selling a new model this low. There has to be a catch.
You try reading the finer details, but the tiny words just blend together. Somehow the only details you manage to catch are ‘passionate lover', ‘extra stamina pack included’, and ‘six vibrating arm modes’. You're extra intrigued by that last detail.
The add to cart button is clicked without a second thought. Purchasing is a simple, familiar process. Inputting your name, card information, address is muscle memory at this point.
You only realize what you just did when the EVER logo pops up on your screen with a purchase confirmation number.
Buyers remorse kicks in as you stare at the screen. This is probably one of the most embarrassing purchases you've ever made, solely driven by the fact that you're unbearably sexually frustrated and horny for some super hot, discount android.
Before you can figure out how to cancel your order, you notice an audio message attached to the thank you message.
“Thanks for choosin’ me. I can't wait to meet you.” A voice, presumably Caleb’s, says. Even his voice is hot. There's a sweet charm to it, playful and alluring all at once. “Fill out the questionnaire below to help me learn how I can please you.”
The questions range from basic tasks you'd like help with to how frequent you want him to initiate sex. You answer with complete honesty, thanks to the alcohol.
By the time you finish the seemingly endless and thorough questionnaire, your eyes are drooping until you eventually nod off, dreaming of violet eyes and that low voice whispering filthy things in your ears.
summary: you try your next door neighbor on for size when your date cancels on you last minute.
w.c: 3.8k
warnings: yuyu is in his late 40s 🙂↕️, controversial spider-man takes LMAO, wine drinking (they are tipsy at most!), brief play fighting, (mostly) dom switch! yuyu but he also whimpers and whines 🙂↕️, subby switch! reader, big dick yuyu agenda ‼️, praise/pet names only, teasing (only a lil bit while he talks reader thru it uwu), brief spit kink, kissing, dry humping, fingering, face sitting, size kink >:))), bulge kink, creampie 💕
a/n: hihi i’m back! this fic is dedicated to my bestie tasha @ildangtaek ilyyy :(( and happy birthday againn i hope your special day was as lovely as you are <3 there really wasn’t much inspo for this i just ❤️ dilfs with my whole kitty esp when it’s yuyu uwu enjoy xx
p.s: thank you so very much for 7k followers! it’s still so unreal to me 🥹💕
song recs: new light — john mayer, boy is mine — ariana grande, plants — crumb
“So…you’re not coming…?” you asked your potential date through your speaker phone, slowly sitting back down in front of your vanity mirror, your puzzled reflection staring back at you.
You listened to his vague explanation about how he wasn’t quite ready to take this next step with you, whatever that meant. All you were going to do was eat dinner and chat, not exchange marriage vows. He hung up before you had the chance to tell him how silly he sounded. Sulking, you shuffled into your bathroom to undo all the effort you put into looking like a five course meal for an undeserving stranger.
Halfway through washing your face, you heard your oven timer go off. You completely forgot about the pizza you had made in a rush for you and your date to share. Pulling it out of the oven with a small sigh, you couldn’t help but stare at the unopened bottle of wine on the counter. It would’ve been entirely too easy for you to just get drunk, eat the entire pizza, and cry yourself to sleep afterwards, but a tiny voice inside the back of your mind told you to invite your cute neighbor over instead — even if he was a lot older than you. Would that be so bad?
The phone only rang for a second before Yunho picked up. “Y/N, hey! What’s up?” Was it uncouth to answer right away or to let it ring for a while longer? He wasn’t sure what the younger crowd preferred nowadays, but he was sure that he wouldn’t let an opportunity to chat with his pretty neighbor slip away.
“Hey, Yunho!” you began, rolling a metal slicer through the thick crust of your homemade pizza. Your neighbor always sounded so happy when you called him. You could practically hear his imaginary tail wagging. Was he like this with everyone? “What are you up to?”
Yunho’s voice sounded a bit farther away and somewhat strained when he spoke again. “Just fixing up my garden. Oh! My honeysuckles finally bloomed!”
“Already? That’s great!” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. He was so cute. “So, uh, long story short, my date canceled on me after I made us pizza...There’s wine too.” You bit into your bottom lip, wondering just how desperate you were about to sound.
“What a dickhead. Why would anyone cancel on you? I mean, you’re so–” he cut himself off, clearing his throat. “Cool, you know…” Yunho set his gardening trowel down onto the bed of dirt below in favor of bonking himself lightly on the side of the head.
“Thanks, Yun,” you giggled, curling a lock of hair around your finger. You swallowed down your doubt before it overtook you. “Did you wanna, like…hang out?”
Maybe Yunho didn’t fumble, after all. “I’d love to, Y/N.” He looked at the newly bloomed flowers sitting in front of him. It was fate. “I’ll be right over, okay? Wait for me~”
“See you~” you replied, matching his tone. Once you hung up, you looked down at the comfy hoodie and sleep shorts you had slipped into. You only had a few seconds to wonder if you should change or not before your doorbell rang.
Yunho’s honey brown eyes widened upon seeing you, his cheeks growing warm. “H-hey, Y/N!” He nervously shuffled his feet, his scuffed Converse squeaking against the rubber doormat. He moved his arm in an odd way; it was clear he was holding something behind his back.
“I know it’s not technically a date, but I thought I should bring you something…”
Yunho held out a bouquet of the freshly picked honeysuckles, except now they were delicately tied together with some pretty lace. You looked down at them in disbelief, gently taking them into your arms. Tears threatened to leave your eyes when you tilted your head back up to meet Yunho’s gentle gaze. “Thank you so much…I…Are you an angel?”
A big cheesy smile spread across Yunho’s face. “Just your friendly neighborhood gardener.”
And with that, you moved aside to let him in, mirroring Yunho’s infectious smile.
-
“Nice place,” Yunho approved in an oddly soft tone, looking around your cozy living room. Taking a sip of wine, he meandered over to your impressive media cabinet, scanning all the various movies that neatly lined the shelf. “I haven’t seen a DVD in ages…” He turned his head to look at you, his eyes crinkled with amusement. “I didn’t know you were old school.”
You let out a small snicker, pulling out one of the DVDs to run a finger along the smooth edges. “I’ve always preferred physical copies. Digital just isn’t the same…” You met his wholehearted gaze, your heart skipping a beat. “You know…?” You were so close to him, you were able to notice his pronounced smile lines as soon as his lips curled up.
“You’re speaking my language, kiddo.” Yunho took another sip from his glass, looking off to the side. He shook his head absentmindedly, reminiscing about something. “Everything was so much better in the early 90s…”
You pouted, gently elbowing him through his shirt. “Hey, I wasn’t even born yet.”
“Oh, that’s right.” He took in a sharp breath, holding it for a second. Once he let it out, he just about deflated like a balloon. “I’m old…aren’t I?”
Scoffing, you mindlessly flipped the DVD around in your hands. “We’re all aging.” You hoped you weren’t looking too deeply into his eyes. “Why does it matter what step you’re at?”
Yunho was captivated. He hadn’t felt this kind of acceptance in quite some time. “I’ll try to think of it like that,” he voiced softly, reaching up to pat the top of your head. “Thank you.”
A simple head pat from your seasoned neighbor shouldn’t have affected you the way it did, heat creeping up on your cheeks, the DVD creaking in protest inside your tight grasp. “Y-you better.”
“O-oh?” Yunho was caught off guard by your bold words, surprised by his body’s immediate response to it. He slowly lowered his glass, trying to casually hide his half-chub from view. “I will then…”
You tapped your finger rhythmically against the DVD, delighted with the sheepish look on the older man’s face. You wanted to attribute your growing confidence to the alcohol settling inside your stomach, but you knew you would’ve tested the waters either way. And with that, you reached all the way up to pat the top of his head. “Good.”
There was an electric current of sorts lighting up the edges of Yunho’s brain — one that would spark sooner rather than later. Before he could say anything that might scare you off, he finally took a look at the DVD you had been holding. “Is…is that the original Spider-man?”
“Thought you would never notice,” you giggled, his long fingers overlapping yours when you handed it to him. “I have one and two. Three doesn’t exist in my mind.”
Yunho was sure he met his perfect match. “We’re watching them,” Yunho decided for the both of you, his eyes widening with excitement. “Right now.”
You leaned in a bit closer to him. “What are you waiting for? Put it in.”
He followed suit, being drawn in like a magnet.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
-
It took finishing the cheap bottle of wine and movies together for you both to finally let totally loose around one another, though your matching flushed cheeks and sweaty palms weren’t a result of being tipsy. It was simply a side effect of being around each other. You were so engrossed with one another, that you didn’t even bother turning the TV off, simply letting the DVD icon freely bounce into each corner of the screen for what seemed like hours.
Yunho couldn’t quite finish chewing the crust of his slice of cold pizza before he explained with his mouth full, “Peter knowingly killed Harry’s father. Harry following in the footsteps of his dad and becoming the Green Goblin was inevitable.”
“You having delusional takes was inevitable,” you shot back, getting so worked up over this nonsensical argument that you almost choked on your own frozen pizza. “I should’ve known that as soon as you said Spider-man 2 was mid.”
Yunho pressed closer to you, gently reaching up to squish your cheeks together. “Aww, someone’s grumpy.”
Your body was beginning to overheat. He was so close to you, and he smelled so good, fresh like cool eucalyptus, and warm like burning sage. You almost couldn’t focus on getting under your older neighbor’s skin, your words coming out a bit garbled when you provoked him, “Harry was a terrible Venom, by the way.”
Yunho let out a sharp, offended gasp. “You take that back!” he demanded jokingly, pretending to lunge at you, his hands instead stopping short of touching your shoulders, his breath getting caught inside his throat when you decided to actually lunge back.
“Never!” It was surprisingly easy to take down someone who was almost twice the size of you, but you knew internally Yunho was letting it happen. You almost wished he would give you the same treatment.
Yunho fell back against the couch cushion, his limbs sprawled out, except for one of his thighs, the one you were haphazardly sitting on. He began blocking your feeble attempts to tickle him, not putting a whole lot of effort into getting you off of his lap. “Admit it was peak cinema, will you?” He sounded out of breath, but not for the right reason.
“Maybe if you admit I’m right,” you sighed out, not stopping your pursuit until you finally had his obnoxiously long body pinned underneath your significantly smaller one. Now straddling his hips, you closed your fingers around his wrists to keep him still. You were hunched over now, only a few inches away from Yunho’s reddened face, feeling him move against you, causing friction in between your thighs. You quickly bit into your bottom lip, your brows joining ever so slightly. Yunho wasn’t answering you, just looking up at you with his big glossy eyes. It was driving you crazy.
“Lemme hear you say it…”
Yunho blew a few dyed dirty blond locks out of his view. Everything was moving so fast a second ago, and now, it felt like slow motion. He watched as your zip-up hoodie slipped down one of your shoulders, immediately distracted by your thighs once he readjusted his own. Your tiny shorts were riding up, leaving little to imagination. “You’re right,” your neighbor exhaled out, his soft breath hitting the bottom of your chin.
Yunho sure had a big smile for someone who had just lost an argument, fake or not, and that’s when it hit you, or poked you, rather. You had been sitting directly on Yunho’s clothed cock, now feeling it throb against your exposed core through the thin material of your shorts. This sudden discovery could no longer go unnoticed. “That’s…what I thought,” you huffed, dragging your hips forward in a slow, methodical manner, drawing a long, airy moan out of your older neighbor.
“I-if you do that, I’ll, nnngh–” Yunho tossed his head back into the couch, feeling your equally sweaty hands slipping off of his wrists, your palms pressing into his warm chest. His hands immediately moved to your hips like they belonged there, his fingers so long and slender that they touched at the small of your back. “This is what you wanted all along, huh? You should’ve said something, kiddo…”
“Aren’t you the one who got hard five minutes into our date? Don’t think I didn’t notice,” you teased him back, trying to distract him from the fact that you were actively leaving a wet patch on Yunho’s tented pants.
“So, it is a date,” the older man breathed out, squeezing the soft flesh of your hips in between his fingers from underneath your hoodie, purposely dragging you across his manhood, before staying still, like he was testing the waters. “Aren’t I a lucky man?”
You just about melted from his sudden display of dominance over your body, now needing more, as though you were just introduced to a new drug. “Sh-show me…how lucky you are.” He waited silently below you, quirking his head to the side, before you realized.
“Please.”
“Good girl.” It seemed like his hips began to move without his permission, rolling them up into you, his movements disjointed and sloppy. Desperate. He was desperate for you, his lovely little neighbor, the one he had spent countless days and nights yearning for. “Fuck, is this okay…?” he still found himself asking you from underneath his breath, needing more confirmation, despite actively making you grind against him like it was going out of style.
“Yeahh,” you gasped, just as you completely relinquished your feigned control, Yunho manually guiding your hips along his trapped, aching cock, the frantic pursuit of friction only fueling the already raging fires inside the both of you. “Need more, actually…”
“More?” Each small sporadic moan he heard coming from above was like music to his ears, more and more arousal shooting through his heated body and straight into his cock. He truly couldn't take it much longer, unless he wanted to bust inside his jeans like a loser. “Tell me…Tell me what you need, baby…”
Of course, your cute, seemingly innocent neighbor would be the type to make you ask for it. Your cheeks stung, especially now that he wouldn’t stop trying to catch your wandering gaze. “Touch me, Yun...”
“Touch you…? Touch you where?”
Chewing at your bottom lip, you pulled your tiny shorts up by the waistband, your pussy on full display for him. “Here, please…”
“Fuckin’ hell…” One of Yunho’s hands left your hips, gingerly pulling said shorts to the side to reveal your glistening cunt. Yunho had dreamt of this moment for ages, and now that he was finally living it, he was absolutely ready to give his all for the angel sitting on his lap. “Jesus Christ...All of you is so pretty...so perfect.”
“I’m all yours,” you whispered, running your hands down his warm chest.
Yunho felt his brain short-circuiting in real time. “Fuck, you have no idea how crazy that makes me.”
The man’s cock pulsed from underneath you, leading you to bite back a moan. “Show me.”
“Then, sit on my face, angel.”
Once you were angled above him, Yunho pulled the shorts you soaked up by the inseam, emphasizing the shape of your pussy for his own amusement. He rubbed the pads of his index and middle finger along your clothed lips, knowing he found your clit with his thumb when you let out a sharp gasp. “Right there, hm? Did I find your cute little clit, baby?
“Uh-huh…”
He rolled your clit around in slow, teasing circles. “Want me to find your hole next?” Your sheepish, yet eager nods only fueled Yunho’s already raving arousal.
The unmistakable sound of fabric being ripped was registered by your senses first, before you watched your tiny torn pair of shorts disappear into the depths of the fluffy carpet beside the couch. The cold air that had hit your bare cunt was quickly replaced by your eager neighbor’s warm tongue. “Oh…!”
Yunho greedily lapped up your arousal into his mouth, mapping out the entirety of your cunt with his lips and tongue, the bottom half of his face already shining with your wetness. The man eventually spread you open with two slender fingers, watching your hole flutter around nothing. “Found it…” He was so overcome with lust, that he sent a wad of spit into your cunt, before plugging you up with his tongue.
“Yunho, oh my god–” You reached down to hold onto the sides of his head, your fingers curling around his dirty blond locks.
It was when your hazy eyes met that Yunho began to tongue-fuck you in a vigorous manner, each and every impossibly wet sound your slick cunt made only furthering your neighbor’s desire to make you fall apart. He only ceased his worship to groan, “Fuck, do you get this goddamn wet for everyone?”
Your thighs were starting to shake. You were close. “Just you, Yunho…” Now that the man was looking back up at you with those big puppy dog eyes, you couldn’t help but tug at his hair. “You look like you wanna say something, baby.” The small, uncharacteristically whiny moan he let out encouraged you to take matters into your own hands, rubbing your cunt along Yunho’s spread-out tongue, your puffy clit routinely bumping into his curved nose. He let out another pretty-sounding moan. It made you smile. “C’mon…use your words…”
“Cum on my face, please,” he voiced urgently, his lips still pressed to your wet cunt.
“Fuck, yeah, okay,” you gasped in agreement, only able to grind yourself across Yunho’s tongue a few more times, before he cemented his hands around your waist, forcefully bringing you down onto his mouth.
Yunho couldn’t make out any of the words coming out of your mouth, too focused on the heavy moans you were letting out in between them. Your clit throbbed against his hot tongue, and once he licked down to your spasming hole, he felt the warm spray of your release hit his tongue. Savoring the taste of you on his swollen lips, he gazed up at you with pride. “That’s my girl.”
With your legs shaking and your heart pounding, you climbed off of him, watching him sit up and lean back against the couch, his aching cock still trapped inside the confines of his pants. You couldn’t help but lick at your own lips. “Take it out, Yunho…”
Yunho obliged, hastily undoing his leather belt. His sizable cock smacked heavily into his abdomen upon release, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind on his t-shirt. A prominent vein traveled up from the base of his cock to the thick tip where it was an eye-catching shade of pink. It matched the flush on his cheeks and ears.
Despite being confident about his size, there was a nervous glint in his eyes. “What do you think…?”
“Pretty…” You were sure you were drooling.
Chuckling in relief, Yunho patted one of his spread thighs. “Come here, princess. See how pretty it is up close.”
And you did just that, perching yourself on top of Yunho’s lap like you belonged there. Yunho still couldn’t believe his luck. Not only did he have the privilege of rewatching his favorite movies with his pretty neighbor, but he somehow ended up with you on his cock. He was determined to make it worth your while. “You like being on top, huh?”
“I just didn’t want to put all the hard work on you,” you pouted, gently running your finger around his tip to collect his arousal, giggling at the way he jolted against your touch.
“Oh, because I’m like 20 years your senior? Think I can’t handle all this?” he asked under his breath, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass from either side.
Mewing from his touch, you aloofly licked his pre-cum from your finger, making the man whine in response. “I think you should prove it, Yun,” you whispered near his lips, leaving a chaste kiss against them.
Yunho’s thick tip entered you first, your cunt slowly stretching open to accommodate his size. “I’ll show you, baby…” Feeling you tense up against him, Yunho made sure he took his time with you, pushing into you inch by inch, diligently studying your face for any sign of discomfort. He did all of this, only for your greedy cunt to swallow up his cock to the hilt.
You didn’t even know you could feel this full. You were positive he was inside your guts. “Yunho, fuck– it’s so big,” you gasped into his neck. A small puff of air hit the side of your flushed face.
“You’re just tiny, sweetheart. You can’t help it,” he whispered against your skin, rubbing your lower back in gentle circles. His teeth nipped at your earlobe. “But, you can take it, yeah?”
You gave him a small nod, but that wasn’t good enough for the man. He pressed his forehead into yours, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “I want to hear you say it, Y/N.”
When he let out a small breath, you took one in, clutching the sides of his face. “I can take it, Yunho.”
Yunho began to move before you had the chance to properly ride him, holding your soft hips, using them like handlebars. “Y/N, baby, you’re so tight…” Each thrust he made was purposeful, deep, like he wanted to reach the innermost part of you, and leave his mark there. You were so warm, so hot inside, the man was sure he was going to melt if he continued, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. “I’m going to make you mine…”
You choked out a moan, tightening your grip around him.
“Yeah?” His lips ghosted along your jaw. “That’s what you want?”
“Please,” you begged Yunho, digging your nails into his back. “Make me yours.”
Yunho simply couldn’t hold himself back any longer, not while he had you like putty in his arms, your body limp, completely and utterly at his mercy. “There we go, baby…Don’t worry that pretty head about anything, just focus on this cock.” And he made sure you felt each and every inch of it, figuring he was hitting your cervix from the way you gasped for air like there was none left.
“Fuck..!” you cried, delirious with pleasure. “I’ll cum, I’m gonna cum, Yunho, please, don’t stop–”
His hips matched the quick, wavered desperation of your voice, pounding himself in and out of your squelching cunt. “Fall apart for me, princess…Let me feel it…” He slipped his free hand between your heated bodies, giving your clit a few vigorous rubs with his calloused thumb.
You couldn’t speak, simply opening your mouth to let out a soundless moan, your body jolting away from his touch. “That’s it…that’s it, my love, let go,” he sighed against your lips, his thumb still swiping over your sensitive clit, his throbbing length reaching places you never could without his help.
Just as your warmth spilled out of you, Yunho held you still within his firm grasp, his forehead resting against yours. He was almost completely out of breath, a few drops of sweat cascading along his temple. “Inside…?”
You nodded desperately. “Inside, please…”
Yunho indulged in your mutual desire, pressing his hand down against your tummy to feel the space he took up inside you. He filled you to the brim with his hot white release, so much so that it spilled past your joined bodies and dripped out onto the couch.
He managed to give you a small sheepish smile when your eyes met. “You’ll really be mine after this, won’t you, kiddo?”
You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching up to caress his cheek. It was warm to the touch. “Good thing you live right next door.”
summary: in which you find out your boyfriend is really hot when he’s pissed off
warning: jealous/possessive/ dom yunho, bratty/sub reader, descriptions of violence (yunho gets into a fight) agonophilia, oral, anal fingering, overstimulation, mentions of blood, slightly toxic behavior, mirror sex, finger fucking, unprotected sex, slight degradation, JUST FILTH YALL
genre: drama, smut
pairing: yunho x afab reader
word count: 9.3k
masterlist:
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The car was quiet. Too quiet.
Not peaceful quiet, thick quiet. Choking, humid, argument still lingering in the air like smoke kind of quiet. The kind where the windows should’ve fogged just from the heat of it all, even though no one had touched anyone in hours.
Yunho’s knuckles were tight around the wheel, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he took the left turn toward the club a little faster than necessary. He hadn’t looked at you once since you got in the car, which would’ve bothered you more if you weren’t still fuming yourself.
The tension between you had started this morning when you made the mistake of reading one of his texts over his shoulder. Your mom asked if you’re single again?” you’d said, your voice already edged with something sharp.
He’d tensed up immediately, like he knew what was coming. “She wants me to meet some girl from her church,” he muttered. “It’s nothing.”
But it wasn’t nothing. Not when this wasn’t the first time. Not when you’d been together for three years and she still referred to you as “that girl from the city.”
So naturally, you snapped. And then he snapped. And then came the hours of passive aggressive silence followed by sharp edged comments about your flirting habits, like how you couldn’t possibly go a night out without batting your lashes at some bartender to get free drinks.
“Maybe if you had a better job, I wouldn’t have to,” you’d shot back and immediately felt bad for saying it but too damn stubborn to apologize.
Now you were in his passenger seat, legs crossed, arms tight against your chest in your barely there black dress, because fuck his mom, and fuck being the respectable church girl she wants him with. You were wearing sin like perfume.
The air conditioning was blasting but your skin was hot. From anger, from guilt, from him. From the way he kept shifting in his seat like the veins in his arms were trying to keep him from doing something reckless. Like dragging the car over to the curb and telling you exactly who you belonged to.
“You gonna talk to me at some point,” you asked, eyes trained out the window, “or are we just going to arrive in awkward silence and pretend we haven’t been at each other’s throats all day?”
His hand flexed on the gearshift. “You wanna keep fighting?”
You turned your head slowly. “You’ve barely said ten words since we left.”
He scoffed. “Because if I open my mouth again, I’m gonna say some shit I can’t take back.”
You leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Try me.”
His head snapped toward you, his voice low and deadly. “You think it’s cute, don’t you? Playing dumb, dressing like that, laughing at every goddamn joke some guy tells you like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing,” you snapped. “I’ve spent the last three years watching your mom try to set you up with her fantasy nun in training while I’ve bent over backward for you, so yeah, maybe I like it when people treat me like I’m worth something.”
The tires screeched slightly as he pulled into the club lot, slamming the gear into park with a growl deep in his chest. “You think I don’t know your worth?” he asked, finally looking at you. Really looking, like he was seeing you through the fury, the hurt, the weeks of pushing it down and pretending things were fine. “I know exactly how much you’re worth. That’s why I haven’t ripped the head off every asshole who so much as breathes in your direction.”
His voice dropped, almost a whisper now, as his eyes dragged down your body. “But tonight? You so much as smile at the wrong guy… I might just stop holding back.”
Your breath caught. Not fear. No, nothing like that. It was want. Ugly, bitter, bone deep need. For him to snap. To do something reckless. To remind you why no sweet little church girl could ever survive the heat of his hands on her skin.
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The music hit first, bass thick enough to rattle your ribs, lights strobing like the club was trying to induce collective blackout. It was already packed inside, bodies pressed together in sweaty celebration, and the second you stepped in, Yunho’s hand brushed yours like he might take it.
But he didn’t.
He just pulled it away, shoved it into his jacket pocket, and set his jaw like he’d rather chew glass than touch you right now.
Mingi spotted him immediately from the upper section, two empty shot glasses in his hands and that stupid birthday grin that could charm the pants off anyone. “Yunhoooo!” he called out over the music, barreling down the steps. “There’s my man!”
You didn’t even get a second to adjust your dress or shake off the frost between you and Yunho before Mingi wrapped a heavy arm around your boyfriend’s neck and tugged him into a hug so aggressive it probably knocked his spine back into alignment.
“Come on,” Mingi grinned. “There’s a bottle with your name on it upstairs. I’m two tequila shots from legally changing my name to Park Seonghwa, so you’re babysitting tonight.”
Yunho opened his mouth like he might say something, to you, maybe, or to protest, but Mingi was already dragging him off by the shoulder, weaving through bodies like a man on a mission. And just like that, Yunho was gone.
You stood there alone for a beat, the throb of the music suddenly too loud in your ears.
“Rough night?” came a voice beside you.
You turned to see Seonghwa standing with a fresh drink in his hand, dressed in all black and already looking faintly amused, like he could read the tension radiating off you like heat waves. Hongjoong was beside him, half a head shorter and smirking like a little gremlin who knew everything.
“Oh, the roughest,” you said, shaking it off and forcing a smile. “Remind me why I didn’t just stay home and drink in my bathrobe?”
“Because I texted you three times that I’d be offended if you didn’t show up,” Hongjoong said, sipping his drink. “And because you knew you’d look hot in that dress and make Yunho insane.”
You raised a brow. “I’m not trying to make him insane.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Seonghwa muttered into his glass, eyes casually dragging down your body. “That dress is weaponized.”
You shrugged one bare shoulder. “He was already mad before I put it on.”
Hongjoong leaned in. “Still mad about his mom?” Him recalling the conversation, well you snapping about everything earlier on the phone.
You didn’t answer at first, just accepted the drink Seonghwa handed you, a dangerously pink thing with way too much vodka and sugar, and downed half of it in one go.
“He won’t say it, but yeah,” you muttered. “She invited him to brunch with that girl from her church. Again. Vanessa, Veronica or whatever.”
Seonghwa made a noise that sounded vaguely like a dying cat. “Does she think he’s gonna marry someone who plays acoustic guitar in the church choir and makes casseroles?”
“She made her own rosary beads,” you said flatly.
Hongjoong choked on his drink.
“I can’t compete with that,” you added. “I’ve said fuck six times since I walked in the building.”
“Seven,” Seonghwa corrected, then winked. “Make it eight and I’ll buy your next round.”
You laughed, finally, genuinely. It felt good. It felt like your ribs weren’t made of stone anymore.
But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew Yunho was watching.
And he was. From the top floor, half a glass of whiskey in hand, pretending to listen to Mingi and San argue about who had better taste in partners. But his eyes?
They hadn’t left you once. Not since the moment you smiled at Seonghwa. Not since you leaned in a little too close to Hongjoong and tossed your hair like you knew exactly what you were doing.
Not since you crossed your legs in that dress and gave someone else the laugh he hadn’t earned all day.
And the way his jaw clenched?
It said you were about to learn what happens when Yunho stops pretending to be calm as he kept watching you now as the three of you grabbed shots.
Three shots in, the burn didn’t hurt anymore.
The first one had seared its way down like punishment, sharp and heavy in your chest, maybe for everything you wanted to say to Yunho but didn’t. The second tasted a little like regret and mango syrup. And the third? That one just made you warm.
You were sitting at the bar now, legs crossed, back arched just enough to be comfortable and just enough to make that slinky dress of yours hug the dangerous parts. Seonghwa had pulled up a second stool beside you, and Hongjoong stood between you both, drink in one hand and your wrist in the other like he was trying to show you how to fold a damn origami crane with a cocktail napkin.
“No, no, you have to crease it like this,” Hongjoong insisted, smirking as he pressed his thumb over yours. “You don’t just fold and hope for the best. It’s not your love life.”
Seonghwa snorted, and you flipped Hongjoong off, but not before laughing, real and unguarded.
It felt good to laugh. You needed it. And if Yunho wanted to stew in his own petty silence all night, that was his choice.
You snuck a glance upward, toward the balcony section. He was still up there. Still with Mingi, still nursing the same whiskey, still watching, but only occasionally. Not like before.
Which annoyed you. Which, you could admit it, hurt a little too. You wanted him to look.
You wanted him to care that you were here, having a good time without him, even if every laugh felt just a little bit hollow.
“You okay?” Seonghwa asked, nudging you with his shoulder, sharp eyes reading yours too easily.
“Yup,” you said, and took your fourth shot.
He didn’t believe you. Neither did Hongjoong. But bless them, they didn’t push.
The music was better now, less aggressive, more rhythmic. The kind that made your hips start to sway on instinct, even seated. Around you, the club pulsed with sweat and bodies and light. It felt like the kind of night that could go anywhere. Dangerous. Loose. Free.
You leaned in toward Seonghwa. “Do I look like I’m trying too hard?” His mouth twitched. “No. You look like a girl trying not to care about the fact that her boyfriend’s being a dick.”
“Good,” you said, lifting your chin.
Because you were. Trying not to care. Failing miserably, but trying.
And Yunho? He was back at the railing now. Still quiet. Still unreadable. Still stewing. He’d seen your fourth shot. He’d seen the way you smiled after it. The way Seonghwa leaned in to whisper something in your ear and you tilted your head, giggling into your shoulder.
He wasn’t mad at them. Not really. He trusted them, maybe more than anyone. But you? You were his. And watching you fall into that easy charm you always used when you were trying to prove a point…..
It fucking burned.
Mingi, oblivious and a little drunk, slapped his chest and offered him another shot. Yunho waved it off.
“I’m good.”
Mingi raised a brow. “You don’t look good.”
Yunho didn’t respond. Because his fists were clenched again. Because you were smiling again and it wasn’t at him.
And because deep down, somewhere under the bruised ego and unsaid apologies, he knew the longer this night went on, the closer he was to snapping.
You’d just finished twisting your straw into a coil of plastic frustration after Hongjoong and Seonghwa went to talk to Yeosang, when you felt a familiar weight drape dramatically across your back.
“Babe…” Wooyoung’s voice drawled against your ear, theatrical and soaked in tequila. “Why is your man up there glaring at everything like he’s about to set the entire club on fire with his mind?”
You didn’t even turn around. “Because he’s mad at me.”
“I can see that,” Wooyoung said, arms winding loosely around your shoulders as he leaned his chin on your head. “He’s staring like he wants to fight me just for being this close. Which, rude, considering I’m your favorite.”
You snorted, finally twisting in your stool to face him. “You are not my favorite.”
“Your mom thinks I’m your favorite.”
“My mom thinks you’re my gay best friend.”
“Exactly.”
Wooyoung flopped onto the stool beside you, already halfway through someone else’s abandoned drink like it belonged to him. He looked devastating, as always, black mesh shirt clinging to his chest, eyeliner sharp enough to draw blood, and those lips already curled into a shit eating grin.
“Did you two fight again?” he asked, voice sing song as he tapped your glass.
You hesitated, then nodded. “It’s been building all day. All week, actually.”
Wooyoung raised a brow, his voice dipping. “And yet here you are. Looking like sex in heels. Drinking without him. Laughing with Seonghwa. Flirting with Joongie. Mm, baby girl… you trying to start a war?”
You arched a brow. “I’m just living.”
“You’re poking the bear,” he said, eyes glittering as he leaned closer. “And the bear is feral. I haven’t seen Yunho look this pissed since that guy asked if you were single at karaoke night after you first started dating and you said….”
“‘Depends who’s asking,’” you finished for him, grinning.
“He didn’t speak to me for three days after that,” Wooyoung huffed, tossing back the rest of his drink. “I’m not even the one who said it! I just invited the guy to join!”
You giggled, your chest finally starting to relax. The club felt better now. Lighter. Fuzzy around the edges. Yunho was still up there, sure, but right now he felt like a shadow. A beautiful, brooding statue of rage and repressed emotions.
Until you made the mistake of glancing up again. Because he was watching. Elbows on the railing, drink forgotten, eyes locked straight onto you. He looked darker now. Not jealous. Not possessive.
Just done pretending he was okay.
Wooyoung followed your gaze. “Oh damn.”
“What?” you muttered.
“He just licked his teeth,” Wooyoung whispered, sipping someone else’s drink now. “You are so getting railed tonight.”
You rolled your eyes. “Unless he fights me first.”
“Oh, he’ll fight you,” Wooyoung purred. “With his dick.”
You shoved him, laughing, but your gaze flicked back up.
Still Yunho. Still watching. But now? Now he wasn’t just watching. Now he was moving.
Slow. Purposeful. Drink gone, hands flexing as he handed Mingi something and murmured something to San.
The bear had left the cave.
And he was coming straight for you.
You lost him somewhere between the bar and the DJ booth.
One second Yunho was a looming shadow stalking down the stairs, eyes fixed on you like a storm cloud with legs, and the next, he was swallowed by the crowd. A flash of flannel. The glint of his cross necklace. Then gone.
Which, fine.
If he wanted to play emotionally constipated beast, then you were going to be a brat right back.
You set your drink down and turned to Wooyoung, your lipstick stained grin already halfway to dangerous. “Come dance with me.”
He blinked. “Now?”
“No,” you deadpanned. “On my deathbed. Yes, now.”
Wooyoung let out a laugh that turned heads and gave a little bow. “Lead the way, queen of chaos.”
You grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor, already packed, already pulsing, the music vibrating up through your heels and into your bloodstream. Lights flickered hot pink and violet overhead, bodies moved in rhythm, and you let it all wash over you. Let yourself be loose. Let yourself forget Yunho’s cold shoulders and sharp words and that pinched, disapproving scowl.
Wooyoung spun you effortlessly, laughing when you bumped into him, hips brushing. He was warm and silly and sweet, your anchor and your weapon, all rolled into one. And unlike your boyfriend currently brooding somewhere in the shadows, Wooyoung danced with you like you deserved to be seen.
You threw your arms around his neck, tilted your head back, and let your hips roll to the music. The tequila shimmered in your bloodstream, making you bold, shameless. It was harmless. Just you and your best friend blowing off steam.
Until he appeared.
Not Yunho.
Some random half drunk guy with no boundaries.
You didn’t even catch his face at first, just the hands. One on your waist. Then another settling lower. Close. Too close.
You tensed, instinct flaring. But before you could even react, Wooyoung turned, “Uh…. hey man….” just as the guy leaned in behind you, his breath too close to your ear.
“You wanna dance, baby?”
You froze.
Baby.
BABY.
That’s what Yunho calls you when his voice drops into his throat and his hands are on your thighs and he’s about to wreck your entire existence.
You turned, slow and unimpressed, swaying slightly from the shots. Your hand rose to brush his arm off as you said, “Can you back the fuck off….”
CRACK.
The sound was deafening. Not from the volume, but from the shock.
Because in one heartbeat, Yunho was behind him.
And in the next, his fist was flying, slamming straight into the guy’s cheek so hard his head snapped sideways, body stumbling back.
“Yunho!” you shouted, but he didn’t even blink.
The guy barely regained his balance before throwing a punch back, landing hard into Yunho’s jaw with a sickening thud, and then it was on.
Not a scuffle. Not a push.
A full on, fists flying, tables shifting, club goers screaming BRAWL.
“OH SHIT!” Wooyoung yelped, immediately grabbing your arm and dragging you back as the two of them collided in the middle of the dance floor.
Drinks went flying. A table toppled. Yunho didn’t care.
He was all muscle and fury as he swung again, rage in every movement, pure instinct. You’d never seen him like this. Not even close.
Yunho. Sweet, loving Yunho.
Yunho, who once sobbed when he stepped on a roach and tried to bury it with dignity.
Yunho, who cried watching the last scene of Coco and apologized to a vending machine when he kicked it.
That Yunho was gone.
And in his place?
An unhinged, terrifyingly hot version with blood on his knuckles, fire in his eyes, and only one thing on his mind, protecting what was his.
And oh God, you were shamelessly, absolutely, wildly turned on.
“Holy shit,” Seonghwa breathed behind you, as he, Hongjoong, and Yeosang pushed their way through the crowd to join you and Wooyoung.
“Is that?” Jongho’s voice cut through, followed by the unmistakable bark of San yelling, “YUNHO, STOP!”
But he didn’t. Not until security came rushing in, two thick men grabbing the other guy, one grabbing Yunho by the arm. And still, Yunho fought to get one more punch in, his chest heaving, sweat glistening down his throat, lip split, hair wild across his forehead as he growled, “Touch her again, and I’ll fucking bury you.”
“Yunho!” Mingi was there now too, panting, trying to wrestle his best friend back with an arm across his chest. “You’re done, man! You got him!”
The guy, dazed and bleeding, was being dragged out through the crowd.
Yunho finally stopped fighting.
But he didn’t take his eyes off you.
His chest was rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon, jaw clenched, fists still flexing at his sides as everyone turned to stare.
You should’ve been mortified. Shocked. Maybe a little horrified.
And sure, you were a little shocked. But mostly? You were wet.
Like ruin your underwear, (if you had any on), legs squeezing together, core clenching WRECKED at the sight of your usually quiet, soft spoken boyfriend losing his mind because someone dared to touch you.
“Are you okay?” Yeosang asked beside you, genuinely concerned.
You blinked at him slowly. “I think,” you said, voice dazed, “yeah….. I’m….” Need to climb right now. Make him know that you didn’t want that dude. Show him he was the only thing you wanted.
Yunho brushed past the others, not saying a word as he grabbed your hand, rough, fingers locking with yours like steel, like he needed to feel you to stay grounded. He didn’t look at anyone. Didn’t thank Mingi. Didn’t acknowledge Seonghwa’s wide eyed “what the fuck was that?”
He just pulled. Out the side door. Through the alley.
And straight to the car.
No words. No hesitation.
Just heat radiating off him like asphalt in the August heat, his grip ironclad and silent until he threw the driver’s door open, got in, and waited until you did the same before slamming it shut.
The engine roared to life. And still not a word.
The only sounds in the car were the pulse of your heart in your ears and the low crunch of his cracked knuckles gripping the steering wheel.
You swallowed thickly, sneaking a glance at him.
His lip was split, the crimson trailing into the corner of his mouth like a slash of warpaint. His knuckles were smeared with drying blood, his or the other guy’s, you didn’t know. His chest was still rising and falling beneath his black tee and flannel like he hadn’t quite come down yet.
And that look, his eyes glued to the road, the tight line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth twitching like he still wasn’t finished.
You clenched your thighs. Hard. Because it was too much. He looked like sin. Like a punishment.
Like a man who’d been holding it together all night and finally snapped, and now didn’t trust himself to speak because if he did, he might pull over and fuck you against the hood.
You watched the muscles in his forearm flex as he shifted gears, the bracelet on his wrist catching the streetlights in flashes of silver. Your thighs pressed tighter, core throbbing with each quiet second that passed.
You wanted him to say something.
You wanted him to do something. But the silence? It was worse. It was foreplay. Hot. Charged. Lethal.
You shifted in your seat, breath shallow.
“Yunho,” you whispered.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t even blink. Just turned the wheel, took the last corner toward your apartment and parked hard, tires squealing a little as the car jerked to a stop.
He finally looked at you then.
And oh God, the look in his eyes…. Still silent.
Still storming.
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The door slammed behind you with a thud, the echo still ringing in the apartment as Yunho strode in like he was trying not to pace. His jaw was still clenched. His shoulders still tight. He was breathing through his nose like every breath might be the one that gets him under control.
You stood there in the entryway, your heels clicking on the wood floor as you watched him pull off his flannel, slow, tense, controlled, then reach behind his head and tug off his shirt.
It stuck to his skin for a second. Bloody, sweaty, soaked in a night that had ruined you both.
And still, he didn’t speak.
He tossed the shirt in the direction of the laundry basket in the hall but didn’t check if it landed.
Just walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass of water, took a sip.
You were still standing there like a fucking Victorian ghost in a slutty dress and smeared lipstick, your thighs pressed together, heat pulsing between them like a warning siren, and he, HE, had the audacity to act like nothing happened.
He ran a hand through his hair, still silent, and finally said, muttering almost to himself, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
You blinked.
Hard.
And then your body moved before your brain did.
“Are you serious?”
He froze.
Slowly turned to face you.
You didn’t even give him time to process it.
“No. No, no, no. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to beat the shit out of someone for touching me, drag me out of the club like I’m about to be claimed in the wild, drive me home in brooding silence, and then, what? Shower? Like this is just a normal fucking Wednesday?!”
He stared at you.
And God help you, he looked even hotter under your kitchen light, busted lip, bruised knuckles, small blood smudged across his forearm, a red fingerprint on his neck where someone tried to pull him off. Bruised jaw. Like war torn sex.
“I am soaked, Yunho,” you snapped shamelessly, stepping toward him. “I’ve been soaked since you threw that guy across the floor like a ragdoll and growled at him like you were about to bite his throat out. And now you’re just gonna rinse off?!”
Yunho blinked once. Twice.
Then he let out a single laugh, dry and sharp, like it had been dragged from his chest against its will.
But it died in his throat almost as soon as it escaped.
Because something shifted in him.
His eyes darkened. His body stilled.
His hand snapped up to grab your jaw, not harsh but firm, fingers curled just beneath your ear, thumb brushing your cheekbone.
“You want me like this?” he asked, voice low and hoarse, barely more than a growl. “Blood on my knuckles and barely holding it together?”
Your breath caught as he stepped closer, chest brushing yours, the heat of him swallowing you whole. The scent of sweat, blood, his skin, him, was dizzying.
“You want me when I’m this fucked up?” he whispered, words pouring hot against your lips. “When all I can think about is burying myself so deep inside you I forget why I was pissed off in the first place?”
Your knees damn near buckled.
“I almost blacked out on that floor tonight,” he murmured, eyes flicking to your mouth. “Because some asshole touched what’s mine. You think I want to just walk away from that? Go take a fucking shower like I’m not starving for you?”
You whimpered, actually whimpered, and his grip tightened just slightly, dragging your gaze back to his.
“I want you,” he said, voice thick and full of everything he hadn’t said all night. “But you’re gonna say it.”
You blinked up at him, lips trembling.
He tilted his head. “Tell me.”
“I want you,” you breathed.
“Say it like you mean it.”
Your voice cracked.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget we ever fought.”
His eyes snapped shut like the words hit him between the ribs harder than that guy hitting him in the jaw as he let you go. The words hung between you like smoke. thick, intoxicating, fatal.
He didn’t see you drop.
He only felt it after.
The sound of your knees hitting the floor. The rush of air as you sank down in front of him, fingers trailing down his stomach as you settled between his legs like it was the only place you belonged.
His eyes shot open.
And what he saw?
You.
Looking up at him through your lashes, mouth already parted, pupils blown wide with lust and vengeance and that sick little spark that always lit up when you wanted to ruin him.
“Fuck.” Yunho choked, the word cracked and useless, falling from his lips as he stared down at you like he couldn’t believe what you’d just done.
But you weren’t teasing.
You were starving.
And so was he.
You let your hands drag up his thighs, slow, deliberate, until you reached the waistband of his jeans, already tented, already twitching with how unbelievably hard he was.
His busted lip split wider when he bit down on it.
“Baby…” he rasped, voice shaking, hands hovering at his sides. “You don’t have to…”
You looked up at him, lips brushing the fabric of his pants.
“I want to.”
One hand slipped beneath the waistband, fingers wrapping around him, hot, heavy, pulsing against your palm. He hissed, hips jerking slightly.
You pulled him out slowly, unzipping him, the way you knew drove him crazy, dragging your hand down his length and watching his body shudder from it.
And when you leaned forward and licked the tip, just the tip, his entire body snapped tight like a livewire.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, one hand flying to the back of your head, not pushing, just there, grounding himself, gripping your hair like it was the only thing anchoring him to earth.
You didn’t take your time.
Not tonight.
Tonight, you were making a point.
You took him into your mouth, deep and filthy, lips slick and cheeks hollowed as your hand followed, twisting at the base. His breath punched out of him in a moan so ragged it almost sounded like your name.
“F… fuck, baby…” he grunted, head falling back as your tongue swirled, as you gagged slightly and kept going, tears pricking your eyes but your grip never faltering.
The blood on his knuckles. The bruise on his jaw. The taste of him on your tongue and the weight of him hitting the back of your throat, everything about him was violent, raw, and so goddamn yours.
He looked back down, his jaw slack, lips parted as he watched you ruin yourself on him, lips stretched and dripping, your eyes fluttering closed like you’d die if he didn’t come undone.
“You want me to forget the fight?” he growled, voice low and rough. “You’re doing a fucking good job of it.”
You moaned around him in response, sending vibrations up his spine and causing his breath to hitch.
Your mouth was wrapped tight and hot around him, cheeks hollowed and lips swollen, spit trailing down your chin like sin in liquid form. Your hand worked the base, slow and tight, just the way he liked it, just enough to keep him teetering on the edge while your tongue licked along the underside like you wanted him twitching from the inside out.
“Fuck…” he groaned, eyes fluttering closed, hips stuttering forward involuntarily. “You’re gonna make me…”
But he didn’t finish the sentence.
Because he couldn’t.
Instead, he pulled back, not all the way. Just far enough that his dick slipped from your lips and dropped heavy against your mouth, wet and flushed, smearing across your cheek and lips in the filthiest, most possessive display you’d ever felt.
You gasped softly, breath hot against him, tongue darting out instinctively to trace the head, and then slowly, you flattened your tongue along the side of his dick, licking him like a goddamn lollipop.
And when your eyes locked with his? You smiled. “I don’t know why you get so jealous anyways…” His breath stopped as you licked him again. Slower. “your dick’s already ruined me for anyone else.”
Silence. Dead, soul leaving his body silence as Yunho stared down at you like he’d just heard the voice of God and it was moaning his name. His chest heaved, pupils blown wide, chest gleaming with sweat, busted lip dark red and parted in pure shock.
He looked feral. Possessive. His jaw clenched, hand tightening in your hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you exactly who you were playing with.
“I ruined you?” he asked, voice rasping out like he barely had the air to speak.
You nodded, dragging your tongue up his shaft again before pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss to the head.
“Completely,” you whispered. “You think any other man could make me drop to my knees like this?”
That did it. His hand fisted in your hair. He pulled you up finally but not gently, and not like a man with self control. Like a man who was done holding back.
His mouth crashed into yours, rough, biting, blood smeared, and when he shoved you against the kitchen counter, your back arching and your legs spreading instinctively, you knew exactly what was coming.
“Say it again,” he growled into your mouth, grinding against you through your dress.
“Say you’re mine.”
You barely got the words out between gasps, his mouth devouring yours, the heat of him pressing against you like he was seconds from splitting in two.
“Yours…” you breathed, voice already breaking as his tongue slid hot and hungry against yours. You clung to his shoulders, grinding up against him like your body didn’t care that you were in the kitchen, on the edge, half drunk and half mad.
“All yours.”
Yunho grabbed your waist and lifted you like you, slamming you down on the kitchen counter, the thud echoing through the apartment.
He shoved your knees apart in one motion, his frame crowding yours completely. Then came that dress. That little black fucking dress.
He pushed it up, rough, almost angry, and when his eyes landed on the space between your thighs, everything stopped. His jaw locked. His nostrils flared. “You didn’t wear panties,” he growled.
You met his gaze, all fire and challenge, heart hammering. “Nope.”
A sound left him, low and dark and almost a snarl.
“You went to that fucking club,” he said, voice sharp with disbelief, “after everything today… dressed like that… with nothing on under this fucking dress?”
You didn’t flinch. Just held his stare and whispered, “What’re you gonna do about it?”
His hands gripped your thighs so tight you gasped, bruises incoming, and he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter with a force that nearly knocked the salt shaker over.
His eyes dropped back between your legs, where your pussy glistened under the low light, slick, swollen, already needy just from the weight of his voice. He licked his lips, his busted one splitting slightly again from the pressure. Blood be damned, he needed a taste.
“You walked around all night like this?” he muttered, dragging two fingers up your slit so slowly you saw stars. “With this pussy dripping for me the whole time?”
You moaned, helpless, arching, wrecked from the pressure of just that.
“Answer me,” he snapped, fingers teasing at your entrance but not pushing in, his breath hot against your throat.
“Yes,” you whimpered. “I wanted to mess with you…. to watch you lose your mind.”
He laughed, low and wrecked and dangerous.
“You want to see what that looks like, baby?” he whispered, kissing your neck before his voice dropped darker. “I’ll fucking show you.” He dropped to his knees. Right there, on the tile.
Dragging you to the edge of the counter, spreading you wider, arms locked under your thighs as he dove into you like a starving man, like he was angry, desperate, and starved for the taste of you.
You screamed.
His mouth was brutal, tongue flattening against your clit with every pass, lips sealing around you like he was trying to suck your soul out through your cunt. And when you tried to close your legs, he growled, deep and low, holding you open as his nose brushed your folds and his tongue pushed deep inside you.
You nearly came right there as his tongue fucked into you with a rhythm that felt dangerous, mouth slick and hot as he pinned your thighs wide and buried his face deeper like he wanted to drown in your pussy. And God, he was so good at it.
Every flick. Every suck. Every guttural sound he made as he licked you like a man starving, it hit every nerve, every shaking muscle, until you could barely even breathe. And then you felt it. His fingers.
Two of them, wet from his mouth, slick and long, sliding into your cunt like he owned it. Curling deep and pounding harder, pushing against that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in your skull.
You clawed at the counter, heels digging into the drawers, hips jerking helplessly as he tongue fucked your clit and finger fucked your pussy with ruthless, relentless thrusts.
“Oh my God…. Yunho, I’m… fuck, I’m….”
He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down.
And you were too wrecked to notice that while one hand worked your cunt, the other, wet from your own slick, had slid lower, fingers circling your ass. He pushed one inside. You gasped, the sound jagged, more like a sob than a moan. Not pain. Shock. Pleasure so sharp it made you twitch.
Your pussy clenched wildly around his fingers as his tongue licked harder, and then he added a second finger to your ass. Slow at first, then pushing deeper. The stretch. The fullness. His tongue fucking into you. You shattered.
Screaming. Shaking. Legs trembling so hard your heel knocked over a jar of cinnamon that crashed to the floor unheard. Your orgasm hit like lightning, ripping through you as his tongue kept moving, his fingers kept fucking your ass full, your pussy dripping, your voice gone.
But Yunho didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. He slid his fingers out of your ass and thrust three of them back into your cunt, sticky, soaking wet, so thick it burned deliciously as he shoved them in to the knuckle.
He pulled his mouth away and looked up at you from between your thighs, face soaked, lips swollen, eyes wild as he stood back up.
Then his free hand gripped your chin, hard enough to tilt your head and force your dazed, tear filled gaze to lock with his. “Fuck yourself on them,” he growled.
Your thighs trembled against his forearms, your back arched, sweat clinging to your skin as you tried, really tried, to move. To fuck yourself on his fingers like he told you to. But your body was wrecked.
Still twitching. Still fluttering from your orgasm. Your clit throbbed, your pussy clenched tight around his fingers, still soaking wet and stretched wide, and he hadn’t even really fucked you yet.
“Come on,” Yunho rasped, voice wrecked, his grip on your chin tightening just enough to make you look at him. “You said you were mine. Show me.”
You moaned, high and breathless, as you reached down, trembling hands fumbling for his wrist, trying to ground yourself.
Your fingers wrapped around his thick forearm, nails digging in, and you rocked, hips lifting off the counter, pushing yourself down on his hand with a broken cry. But it wasn’t enough.
Your body jolted from overstimulation. Your legs were too weak. Your core too sensitive. You whined in frustration, grinding down again but gasping halfway through the motion, overwhelmed and desperate.
“I…. I can’t….” you choked out. “I want to, I just… fuck, Yunho, I can’t do enough!” Your voice cracked as he stared down at you like a man seeing divinity for the first time.
You. Completely undone. Trying so hard to please him you were shaking. Still soaked. Still needy. Still his as he leaned in slowly, lips brushing yours as he whispered, “You’re trying for me even when you’re falling apart.”
You whimpered. His fingers curled inside you just right and your legs jerked.
“You know how fucking beautiful that is?” he whispered. “You look so sweet when you’re desperate for me.”
You moaned into his mouth, still pushing, still riding the edge of madness as your walls fluttered helplessly around his fingers, so close to the edge again it was embarrassing.
“Let me take over,” he murmured against your lips.
And when you nodded, meek and broken and begging, he growled, low and feral.
“Good girl.”
He pulled his fingers from your pussy with a filthy sound, and you gasped, collapsing against his chest, body shaking. His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you like you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, still dazed, lips brushing his throat.
“Bed,” you mumbled, voice hoarse. “Please, Yunho…”
He didn’t answer, just carried you down the hallway and into your bedroom like a man on a mission, and made a hard left.
Straight past the mattress.
Straight to the far wall.
To the floor length mirror.
You blinked, confused, until you met the cool surface of the mirror and Yunho pressed into you, hips grinding against you as his hands slid down to your ass.
Your eyes opened wide.
And you saw it.
You saw everything.
Your ruined dress hiked around your waist.
Your slick thighs trembling.
Your lipstick smeared from moaning into his mouth.
Your chest rising and falling like you were trying not to cry from how badly you needed him again.
Yunho stared into the mirror, one arm braced beside your head, the other hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread open against the glass.
His voice was low, rough, and feral.
“I’m not taking you to bed,” he said. “Not yet.”
“Yunho…”
“No.” His eyes burned into yours. “I want you to watch.”
“I want you to see how I fuck you,” he growled. “I want you to look in that mirror and watch me really ruin you for anyone else.”
You were breathless.
Heart pounding.
You turned your head slightly to look at him, still expecting him to slide into you, to lift your leg and finally, finally take what was already his.
But instead? He stepped back. And started taking off the rest of his clothes.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Your breath caught as you watched his busted knuckles.
Dried blood flaking down the side of his ring finger. A smear near his wrist. A dark bruise already blooming on the back of his hand.
And then your eyes dragged upward, over the slope of his jaw to that beautiful mouth. His lips, still swollen. The bottom one split and drying now.
You clenched your thighs so hard it almost hurt.
And the worst part?
You knew his mother would call this blasphemy. She’d throw holy water at you through the phone, clutch her rosary, say three Hail Marys and ask Saint Veronica or whatever the hell that girl’s name is, to shield her baby boy from the succubus in the mirror.
Too late.
Because you weren’t sorry.
You were more turned on than you’d ever been in your entire life.
You couldn’t stop staring, at the bruises, at the blood, at the way he stood before you, naked now except for the weight of his rage and the throb of his dick, hard and leaking.
“Fucking look at you,” Yunho muttered, stepping closer. “Pressed up against that mirror, staring at me like I’m a goddamn drug.”
You whimpered as he stepped behind you again, his dick brushed the swell of your ass. One big hand came up to cup your throat, not tight, just there, possessive and warm and so him.
“That what I am to you?” he whispered against your neck. “Something you can’t quit?”
You moaned.
And in the mirror, your eyes fluttered shut.
“No,” he growled, hand tightening just a little. “Keep them open. I want you to see exactly what kind of man you’re letting ruin you.”
Yunho’s voice was dark silk, frayed, trembling on the edge of something unholy. His hand was still wrapped loosely around your throat, not choking, just there, a reminder. A claim.
And behind you, you felt him line up.
Thick. Hot. Ready.
He didn’t thrust, not yet. Just slid the head of his dick through your folds, slow and teasing, smearing your slick everywhere as you twitched against the mirror, your breath fogging up the glass.
“You feel this?” he muttered, rubbing the tip against your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp. “You’re soaked. Messy all over me.”
You moaned, pushing back against him, thighs shaking.
“Still begging for more even after I finger fucked your ass and made you come all over my face.”
Your eyes rolled back and he growled, deep, rough, animalistic.
“Eyes on the mirror. Now.”
You obeyed. Because how could you not? The reflection was pure sin.
You, flushed, lips parted, eyes wide and dazed.
Him, bruised, blood streaked, dark and towering behind you, dick thick, big and twitching against your pussy. He pushed in. Just the tip.
Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, your fingers clawing at the mirror, trying to stay upright as he held you still and slowly, agonizingly slowly, slid in another inch. Then another. Stretching you wide, your body pulsing around him.
“Still so fucking tight,” he rasped against your ear, voice strained like it was costing him everything not to slam into you. “You take me like you were made for me.” And you loved it.
Every possessive word. Every filthy groan. The bruises, the blood, the way his dick made you feel owned. A little toxic. But you didn’t care. You arched your back, pressing your ass against his hips.
“You like this,” he said, tone dark and almost accusing, like he couldn’t believe the shameless, needy moans falling from your lips. “You like knowing you’re mine. That no one else’ll ever get this pussy again.”
You looked right into the mirror. Met his eyes. And grinned. “Your mom would be so disappointed in me,” you panted, voice high and wrecked. “Guess Saint Vanessa, or Veronica, or whatever the hell her name is, doesn’t get off to blood and bruises.”
Yunho snapped.
His hand clamped tighter around your throat, not choking, but claiming, and he slammed into you with one brutal thrust that shook the mirror and knocked every coherent thought from your skull.
You screamed. Loud. Messy. Wrecked. He didn’t stop.
He fucked you hard, each thrust knocking your body forward as he held you up like a doll, his dick driving so deep it punched the air from your lungs. You heard the slap of skin, the creak of the mirror, your own choked moans.
And through it all, you watched in the reflection of the glass.
Watched your body shake. Watched your mouth fall open in silent pleasure. Watched the dark, dangerous man behind you lose himself in you like you were the only thing tethering him to the earth.
He wasn’t coming yet. This wasn’t about that. This was about making you remember exactly who you belonged to.
Your moans cracked apart into sobs. Your hands slipped down the mirror, leaving streaks in the fog from your breath and the heat of your body. He just kept fucking you. Deep. Brutal. Possessive.
One hand gripped your thigh, the other curved tight around your waist like he was afraid to let go. And all you could do was take it, choke on your own cries, mouth falling open with every thrust as your pussy fluttered around his dick, so wet, so swollen, so wrecked.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Yunho groaned, lips brushing your ear. “Dripping. Shaking. Dumb for my dick.”
Your eyes rolled back. Your hips pushed back on instinct.
“And you love it, don’t you?” he growled. “You love when I’m like this, fucked up, furious, making you take every inch like a good fucking girl.”
“Y…. Yes… yes, fuck, Yunho!”
His grip on your waist tightened as he drove deeper. “You want sweet? That’s for Saint Vanessa. You want me? This is what you get.”
You came again with a scream, your entire body spasming against the glass, legs giving out, completely ruined, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave of sin and surrender.
Yunho kissed your shoulder, soft for just a breath. Then he pulled out.
And you whimpered, the loss unbearable. But before you could collapse completely, he scooped you up, carrying you to the bed like you were made of glass. Only you weren’t. You were made to be broken.
He didn’t throw you down. He placed you, on your hands and knees, your dress bunched around your hips, your body still twitching. But the mirror…
The mirror was still in view.
You caught sight of yourself, face flushed, eyes wide, hair wild, tears dried on your cheeks, and behind you, him. Towering. Silent. Bloody. Bruised. Hard.
Yunho climbed onto the bed behind you, spreading your legs wider. His palm came down on your ass, hard, the crack echoing and you yelped, your body jolting forward.
He growled, grabbing your throat from behind, fingers wrapping firm around it, not choking, just owning as he leaned in close to your ear, voice so low it made your spine arch.
“I don’t need church,” he whispered. “Not when I see God every time I fuck you.”
And then he slammed into you from behind. Hard. The bed shook. You screamed.
Yunho set a rhythm that had no mercy, his dick punching deep, every thrust sending shockwaves through your entire body. You could barely hold yourself up on your arms, your thighs shaking, your hands gripping the sheets like lifelines.
And in the mirror, you watched it happen. You. Bent. Spread. Eyes rolled back. Him. Hand on your throat. Blood on his mouth. Possessed.
Wrecking you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.
“Look at you,” he growled. “So fucking beautiful when you’re ruined.” He slipped your dress on off, tossing it somewhere on the floor.
Your mouth dropped open as he slapped your ass again, then gripped it to pull you back harder on his dick, fucking into you so deep your arms nearly gave out.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked, panting, voice shaking now.
“You,” you sobbed. “Yunho…. fuck, you!”
And the mirror reflected it all. Your confessional. Your surrender. Your salvation.
“Fucking perfect,” Yunho growled behind you, hips snapping into yours with a rhythm so brutal it made your vision blur. “You’re taking me so deep, baby. You feel that?”
You did. God, you did.
Every inch. Every vein. Every stretch of his dick had you clenching, fluttering, crying around him.
You could barely hold yourself up anymore, arms trembling as your body rocked forward with every thrust. The mirror still showed the wreckage, your open mouth, your glassy eyes, the way his hand on your throat kept you steady even as he unraveled you from behind.
“I can feel you about to come again,” he panted, breath catching in his throat. “This pretty little pussy’s choking me.”
You sobbed something, his name, maybe, or just a plea, and Yunho groaned, hips faltering just once as his hand slid down your belly, curling around your waist.
And he slowed. Not stopped. Not gentle.
But that punishing pace softened, replaced by something deeper. More intimate. More devastating.
His hand left your throat and slid around your front to cup your chest, pulling you up slowly until your back was flush against his chest and you were both kneeling on the bed, still joined, still locked together.
The mirror reflected everything now. Your body, shaking, your mouth, open, your skin, marked. And Yunho? A mess.
His busted lip pressed to your shoulder. His hand trembling where it gripped your breast. His eyes burning as he stared at the reflection of you both, his forehead pressed to your temple, hips grinding slower now, deeper.
Right there. Right on the edge.
“Look at us,” he whispered, voice raw and broken. “Look what we are.”
You whimpered, body so close to unraveling again you could barely breathe.
“After everything today,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder, “you’re still mine. Still here. Still letting me love you like this.”
You blinked tears. “Yunho…”
“I’m close,” he groaned. “Fuck, baby, I’m…”
He pulled out of you gently, and you gasped, ready to beg for him back, but he turned you around, guiding you down with such care it made your heart seize.
Your back hit the mattress. Your legs fell open.
And Yunho, bruised, blood stained, beautiful, hovered over you like you were the only thing in the world that could save him.
He looked into your eyes as he pushed back in, deep and slow.
You moaned, hands flying to his shoulders, your body stretching around him again like it was made to.
“I love you,” he whispered. “No one’s ever gonna touch you. Not after this.”
You nodded, tears streaking your cheeks. “Only you. Always you.”
He kissed you then, desperate, open mouthed, sweet and ruined as he started to move again. Slow. Deep. Loving.
You clung to him.
And as your body clenched around him, tight and wet and so incredibly his, you felt him gasp.
“Come with me,” he begged. “One more time, baby. Just once more.”
And you did.
Together. Wrapped in each other. Shaking, crying, kissing between gasps as he spilled into you and you shattered around him, lips whispering love and reverence like prayers as your bodies gave out.
You didn’t need anything else.
Just him.
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The sun was pouring through the curtains in soft gold, casting lazy stripes across the bed, the sheets… the clothes still scattered all over the floor like the aftermath of a spiritual and physical exorcism.
You were half sprawled across Yunho’s chest, one thigh tossed over his waist, your mouth slack against his collarbone, his hand still curled around your hip possessively even in sleep.
He was knocked out cold, busted lip healing, but otherwise calm, peaceful.
Which was ironic.
Because last night, this bed had been ground zero for a war zone. And the mirror still across the room bore the faint handprint smudges to prove it.
It was a rare kind of silence. Too rare. The kind that should’ve been a warning. The front door opened. You didn’t stir. Neither did Yunho.
But fate didn’t need your permission today.
“Yunho, sweetheart?” a familiar voice called gently. “Are you home? You didn’t answer my calls.”
The sound of heels on hardwood. A gasp. The kind only a Korean mother with a key she wasn’t supposed to have and a deeply Catholic soul could make.
“Oh… oh sweet Virgin Mary!”
You jerked awake.
Yunho startled hard, blinking groggily, hand tightening on your thigh like he’d just woken up in a battle field. “What the fuck….”
That’s when you heard it.
“JEONG YUNHO!”
He sat up so fast he knocked your arm off his chest, blanket sliding down to reveal your entire very naked, thoroughly marked body.
And standing frozen in the doorway?
His mother.
In slacks. With a handbag. And a face that looked like she’d just seen Lucifer himself and he was balls deep in her son’s girlfriend.
“Mom?”
She raised a hand. “Don’t even, don’t you dare speak right now!”
Her eyes swept the room, his busted lip, the mirror across the room with streaks still fogged up, and the unmistakable smell of sex so thick in the air it could’ve been bottled and sold at Sephora.
You, bless your brave, exhausted, freshly fucked soul, pulled the sheet up just enough to cover your chest and rested your chin on Yunho’s shoulder.
Yunho made a choked noise as his mom’s eyes bugged.
“I… You….” she sputtered, clutching her bag like it might save her. “I came to drop off side dishes! I didn’t come to witness my son’s moral collapse!”
“Too late for that,” you mumbled under your breath.
“What was that?!”
“Nothing,” you said, batting your lashes.
Yunho groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Mom, seriously. Why do you even have a key?”
“Because I thought my son was in need of spiritual nourishment, not….” she gestured wildly between your bodies, “living in debauchery!”
You smiled sweetly, full of pettiness. “Would you like some coffee before you go?”
She backed out of the room like she was escaping a crime scene, muttering to herself about incense and repentance and how many Hail Marys it takes to erase what she just saw.
The door slammed. Silence. And then? Yunho looked at you, utterly deadpan.
“She’s never going to cook for me again.”
You shrugged, curling back into his chest. “That’s fine. I’ll ruin your soul and your cooking standards.”
He laughed, truly laughed and kissed the top of your head.
✦ summary: 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.
✦ warnings/tags: MDNI! 18+, explicit, smut, slight angst, some fluff, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, throat fucking, big dick yh, unprotected sex (be safe!), yh is desperately in love, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, mentions of cheating (past relationships), yh and reader met as baristas, pet names, au where jeong yunho can actually cook, yunho is a lil possessive
✦ pairing: nonidol!yunho x reader
✦ author’s note: as a yunho ult, a yh best friends to lovers has been at the top of my list of things to write. i started this fic after yun posted these photos because i just could not get the vision of late night walks with him out of my head! i am new to writing so any feedback is appreciated. i hope you enjoy ♡ as always, thank you to my lovely best friends for enabling me and proofreading my depravity. love you guys forever. ♡
✦ word count: 12.9k
✦ read it on ao3: here
Two years. Two years down the drain because your ex decided he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” You had a sneaking suspicion his change of heart had to do with his hot new coworker, but you couldn’t think too far into it or it would rip you apart more than he already had.
He had grown distant, and you chalked it up to the stress of his new job. But when he started staying late every other day and missing your sacred Thursday date nights, you knew it was the beginning of the end. You were happy together (most of the time), but you were never certain you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. There were certain things about him that you tolerated, but you wanted your forever to be spent with someone who felt perfect for you. And he… didn’t.
Even though you knew he wasn’t who you’d spend your life with, it stung just the same to receive his messages.
loser: hey y/n… i’ve been thinking about this for a while now but i think it’s time for us to part ways.
loser: we’ve had a good run, but i’m just not really feeling it anymore. i hope you understand.
loser: wish you the best. xx
You’d changed his contact and blocked his number immediately, saving yourself from the hurtful words he’d throw your way if you tried to ask for any reasoning or clarification. He always turned into a different person the moment you tried to express your emotions.
“She’s just a coworker, y/n, stop being crazy. You don’t have to worry about her.”
You push his words out of your brain again before they take over. So what if he left you for her? They probably deserve each other. You knew you were better off, that wasn’t the issue. It was that you settled for two years, letting this man who clearly didn’t respect you treat you like an afterthought the entire time. The more you think about it, the more you blame yourself for placing such little value on your own time and energy.
You sit on your couch, your coffee table littered with tear-soaked tissues and instant ramen cups. You haven’t left the house since you got The Texts last night, and you've watched a season of your favorite crime show and eaten your body weight in Buldak since then. You know you can’t sit here and wallow anymore or you’ll start to lose your mind, so you drag yourself to the bathroom to assess the damage. Eyes red and puffy from crying, hair tangled and tied loosely in a scrunchie, tear drops lingering on the same sweatshirt you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours. You look like hell.
“I need to get out of this apartment,” you say to yourself. You pull out your phone and send a quick text to your best friend before hopping in the shower. After washing your hair 3 times, shaving your legs, and exfoliating the sadness away, you’re finally starting to feel human again. You wrap yourself in your favorite towel before checking your phone again.
y/n: yunnie… are you free tonight?
yunho: for you? absolutely. you ok? haven’t heard from you all day.
Of course he’d notice you going MIA for a day. You and your best friend texted every single day, sending quick little updates or funny videos. He’d probably been worried sick, but he never wants to pry. He’s always respected your space like that.
y/n: long story. i’ll explain later.
y/n: meet me in front of blossom in 30?
Blossom was the cafe you and Yunho met working at. You were both burning the candle at both ends working nearly full time as baristas during your senior year of college. Your closing shifts together kept you sane during finals, blasting music and sharing your life stories while you cleaned up the shop. He’d even walk you home, after every closing shift, never wanting to let you walk alone so late. You both gave your two weeks notice right after graduation, but promised each other you’d make up for all the time you wouldn’t spend working together anymore.
That was four years ago, and he’d been such a stable presence in your life since then. You’d grown closer over the years, spending countless movie nights and BBQ dates together. He knew everything about you (after a movie night with too much wine and lots of oversharing) and hadn’t gone running for the hills, so you knew he really cared. You didn’t really have time to make friends in college because you were either working, in class, or studying, so he was really all you had. He was your safe space. You both stayed close by after graduation, staying in your apartments in the city 2 blocks from the cafe on either side. It was nice having your best friend so close by, and the cafe remained a staple in your friendship as a middle point between your two homes. In your reminiscing, you realize you missed your Saturday morning coffee date with him.
yunho: of course, bean. i missed you this morning.
Your heart fluttered in your chest at the nickname. It always does. That, and when he calls you sweetheart. Your heart almost came up your throat the first time he pulled that one. Yunho started calling you bean after you spilled an entire bag of light roast on the cafe floor trying to refill the hopper for the openers. He’ll never let you live that one down. You remembered giggling and scooping coffee beans off the floor on your hands and knees together, his hand brushing over yours when you both reached for the dustpan, your eyes meeting, breath quickening…
You shake the memory from your brain, coming back to reality just as you both had snapped out of it in the moment four years ago, scattering to finish cleaning up and avoiding eye contact the rest of the night. You always dismissed the electricity you felt when his skin touched yours, blaming the exhaustion from working a closing shift after being up all night studying. He had a girlfriend at the time, he wouldn’t have been interested in you that way anyway. He’s your friend, y/n, be realistic. You’re reaching. You send another quick text before getting dressed, and he of course responds right away.
y/n: i missed you too, i’m sorry i should’ve texted. it’s been a shitty 24 hours. i’ll see you soon
yunho: no need to apologize. i’ll be there, see you in a bit.
25 minutes pass and you somehow manage to make yourself look somewhat presentable. You dried your hair and pulled half of it up in a claw clip, leaving some pieces out to frame your face. You threw on some concealer and a bit of blush, trying to hide how puffy your eyes still were. It was a chilly fall night, so you opted for your favorite pair of light wash jeans and an oversized black sweater, accompanied by your beat up black chelsea boots and your gray wool coat.
After a quick 5 minute walk you round the corner to see Yunho standing in front of the cafe, his back facing you. Of course he’s right on time. His broad shoulders fill out the black jacket he’s wearing, his crossbody bag tucked under his arm. The neon sign in the cafe window leaves a purple hue reflecting off his freshly dyed dark gray hair. He turns his head at a car passing by, and you catch yourself smiling at the lost puppy look in his eyes. He must’ve seen you approaching in his peripheral, his head snapping in your direction. A subtle smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with you. His warm brown eyes are full of an emotion you can’t quite name.
Your chest aches at the realization that your ex, in the two years you were together, never looked at you like that. Why did you ever think you were important to him? Your throat suddenly tightens and your vision starts to blur, tears welling in your eyes for the millionth time today. Yunho’s smile drops, his brow furrowing as he takes two long strides to meet you.
“Y/n, what is it, what happened?” He reaches for your shoulders to hold you steady, but you push forward to bury your face in his chest. He wraps his arms around you without hesitation, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other snakes around your shoulders. Your hands find his waist, gripping his shirt underneath his jacket. His familiar scent of jasmine envelops you, and you realize how badly you needed your best friend to help you through this.
”H-He dumped me,” you sniffle, letting out a shaky breath into Yunho’s chest, “he d-dumped me yesterday, through a fucking t-text message,” another unsteady exhale as you try to level your breathing.
“He did what?!” He pulls you in closer to him, the disbelief lacing his tone reassuring how rational your feelings are.
“It’s over,” you blink away your tears, tilting your head back to look up at your best friend. You’ve never seen the expression on his face before, like anger and worry are battling it out in his brain, and he can’t decide which one should take center stage first. “He texted me last night, saying he ‘wasn’t feeling it anymore’ and he ‘wished me the best,’” your mocking tone repeating his words reignited the angry flame in your chest.
“Wished you the best,” he scoffs, “is he kidding?” He rolls his eyes. “That’s how you end a two-year-long relationship?” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, taking a half step back to give you some more space to catch your breath.
“I can’t believe I wasted two years of my life with someone who just kicked me to the curb without a second thought,” you pinch the fabric of his shirt between your fingers, your eyes lingering on his collarbone peeking out from his slightly unbuttoned shirt. “I’m convinced he left me for a coworker, the one he told me not to worry about.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips, the burning feeling behind your eyes returning as more tears come. “I’m more upset with myself for letting him treat me like this for so long,”
“Hey, look at me,” Yunho cautiously brings his hands to your face, cradling your head gently. You lean into his touch, dragging your gaze up to meet his.
“He doesn’t know what he just threw away, sweetheart,” Yunho holds your teary cheeks in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature this world has ever seen, and if he doesn’t see that, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” You choke out between sniffles.
“Oh y/n… of course I do. I always have,” he wipes a tear from your cheek before it reaches your lips, “since the day I met you.”
Your breath catches in your throat at his admission, your chin wobbling as you try to hold it together.
His eyes search yours, that unspoken emotion taking over his features again. You almost catch the moment he shakes it away, reminding himself that he’s here to support you. His hands fall from your cheeks to grab your hands instead, that familiar electricity prickling your skin as he rubs his thumbs over your knuckles.
“Do you wanna go inside? I called ahead and ordered you a maple latte and a raspberry scone as soon as I got your text.” He tilts his head in the direction of the cafe next to you.
You look inside to see two to-go cups and a brown paper bag sitting on the counter. “And an iced caramel latte for you, I’m assuming,” you poke his stomach teasingly, “thank you, Yun, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Of course I did,” he gently squeezes your hands, a warm smile taking over his features. “Come on, it seems like we have a lot to catch up on. I have a feeling you have a lot to get off your chest.” He lets go of one hand, keeping hold of the other to walk you to the door. You lace your fingers through his, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
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You’d spent the last hour sitting in your favorite booth with Yunho, hashing through every single thing you hated about your ex. He was appalled by the things you’d told him, wishing he knew sooner so he could’ve tried to help you see you deserve someone better. Someone who valued your emotions, understood your needs, respected your boundaries… Someone like —
“Yunho, are you with me?” Your voice shakes him out of his daze, bringing him back to the conversation.
“Sorry bean, I just can’t believe he was such an asshole behind closed doors,” he recovers, “I wish you told me sooner. I feel like I wasn’t there for you when I should’ve been.”
”It’s not your fault, I could’ve told you and I didn’t. I think I was in denial,” you scoff. ”I was settling and I knew it, I was just trying to pretend things were better, but I think I’d been checked out for a while.” You swirl your coffee around in your cup, avoiding the concerned look in his eye. If you looked at him too long, you’d risk reading something deeper in the way he cares about you, something that made your heart flutter and ache all at once.
”Y/n, do you remember the girl I was dating when we met?” His tone shifts, a slight vulnerability creeping in. You stop moving your cup, watching the drink settle. You nod hesitantly, still avoiding his eyes.
Of course you remember her. You had developed a crush on Yunho in your first week working together, but you had to smother it at the first mention of her. Any hope you had left for a chance with him disintegrated the first time you saw her — she was the kind of beautiful you only saw on TV. Flawless skin, no split ends, a perfectly sculpted body. Even her voice was smooth. She seemed perfect for him.
“She cheated on me.”
Your head snaps up to him in disbelief. “Excuse me?”
You remember him telling you they broke up in passing — it had been a month after you started a relationship of your own. Part of you always wondered if you had just missed your window to pursue something with Yunho, but you pushed that thought out of your head so you could be present for your best friend. He didn’t want to go into detail about the breakup at the time, and he never did in the two years that followed.
“For the last six months of our relationship, she’d been sleeping with someone she reconnected with from high school. They realized they loved each other, and she ended things.” He offers a sad smile, but the bitterness lingers beneath the surface. You feel a tightness in your chest wondering why he didn’t want to share his pain with you while all of this was going on.
”Oh, Yunnie,” you reach for his hand across the table, holding his large palm in yours. “I’m so sorry. I don’t understand how anyone could ever do that to you. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Maybe we can call it even?” He lets out a breathy laugh, ignoring your question. “You didn’t tell me your relationship troubles, I didn’t tell you mine. Now it’s all on the table and we can leave it in the past.” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your response.
“Fine.” You flash a tight lipped smile, wanting to hash this open again with him at a later time. You didn’t keep secrets from each other, so why was he avoiding getting into this with you?
“Well, it’s almost closing time.” Of course he’s gonna change the subject. “Do you need a night alone or are you coming home with me tonight?” He forces a smile from across the table, and you could’ve sworn his ears turned the slightest bit red asking you to spend the night. Sleepovers weren’t out of the norm for the two of you, but this proposal felt different for some reason.
“I think if I’m alone at my place tonight I’ll revert to the sad couch potato I was before I texted you earlier.” You don’t really believe that, feeling like you’ve moved past the depression stage of grief and slowly inching toward acceptance. But you still wanted the company.
“I’d love to come home with you, Yunnie.”
“Then let’s go, sweetheart.”
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Your neighborhood was so beautiful at night. The soft streetlights cast a gentle glow on the sidewalk, illuminating little puddles of water from last night’s rain. The fall air feels cool and crisp, carrying the faint smell of the changing leaves. This late at night, the stillness is calming… usually.
You two had found this to be the perfect environment to have your deepest talks. Taking regular nighttime walks with Yunho had become one of your cherished rituals, especially when one of you needed to get something off your chest. You’d shared fragments of your lives, from your family drama to his frequent arguments with a stubborn coworker at his new job. But tonight, a suffocating silence swirls around you.
You’d taken a full lap around the neighborhood in silence since leaving Blossom, the familiar path devoid of your usual chatter. As you approach Yunho’s place, his brisk pace and hands shoved deep in his pockets told you he wasn’t going to be the one to acknowledge it. He was never one for confrontation. If he wouldn’t tell you what’s going on voluntarily, you’d have to coax it out of him.
You stop walking, the cool air feeling sharper on your skin. He takes three more strides before he stops too, spinning back around to face you, confusion etched on his devastatingly handsome features.
“You okay, bean?” he asks, tilting his head at you, genuine concern flickering in his eyes.
“I feel like I should be asking you the same thing,” you reply, barely above a whisper. Maybe you weren’t one for confrontation either.
He takes a step closer to you, “I’m fine,” he says with a quick shrug and a slight shake of his head.
“Then why haven’t you spoken to me since we left Blossom? Did I say something to upset you?” You try your hardest to grab your frustration before it bubbles up, but you can already tell it’s too late. His dismissive tone, both here and at the cafe, gnaws at you. It triggers something inside of you from your recently ended relationship, and you feel on the verge of either shutting down or letting your emotions spiral.
“I just thought you might want a quiet walk is all.” He can barely look you in the eye, and that’s when you know something is very wrong.
“Come on Yun, you know that’s not what’s going on. Something is bothering you.” The frustration claws higher and higher, an unwelcome tightness gripping at your chest. Don’t cry, y/n.
He opens his mouth, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue, but stops himself, his hands finally pulling from his pockets to rest on his hips. He stares at a fallen leaf swirling in a puddle between you.
“Is it because we talked about your ex?” He winces just a little at your words. “I didn’t mean to open old wounds, I just thought after everything we’ve shared with each other that you’d want to talk to me about it.” You don’t mean for your words to sound accusatory, but based on the way his body tenses, you realize they must have.
“It’s not that, y/n, it’s not about…” his voice trails off into a sigh. His eyes search yours, his mind racing trying to decide if he wants to get into what’s really going on, what he’s been keeping inside for so long.
“Then what is it?” You’re grasping at straws, desperately trying to get him to give you anything to go off of. When you’re met with more silence and an indiscernible look in his eyes, you push forward.
“I just don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me she cheated on you Yun, we help each other through everything.” Anger wells up in you, more at yourself for not asking him to open up to you about it at the time.
“Y/n, please, it’s more complicated than just her cheating, and I just don’t know if now is the best time to get into it, you’re still—”
“Still what, Yunho? Grieving my own relationship? Just because I just got dumped doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you!” Your voice rises, each word sharp, the tension in your throat threatening to break. “You don’t get to decide what I can and can’t handle, that’s not up to you—”
“Fine,” he interrupts, “do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t tell you, y/n? Is that what you want?” His ears redden, and you can’t tell if he’s angry, embarrassed, or a combination of the two. You nod hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you she cheated because I didn’t care, okay? I didn’t care. Her heart wasn’t in it anymore, but neither was mine.” His chest heaves, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a brief moment to brace himself.
“I didn’t care that she cheated, because I didn’t want her anyway.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted you.”
Oh.
Oh.
His eyes burn into yours as his words hang in the air between the two of you.
“Yunho…” You take a step toward him only for him to take a step back. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest, you wonder if he can hear it. What is happening right now?
“I’m sorry y/n, I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I’ve held it in for so long, and I just can’t do it anymore, I—” He stutters over his words, “I wasn’t grieving my relationship, I was grieving yours. You found someone just before she ended things with me, and I realized maybe you and I weren’t meant to be. That we’d never have the chance to try.” His eyes gloss over with pent up emotion, thinking about all the time he spent wondering what could’ve been. “I wanted you, but I had to act like I didn’t, and we were becoming such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin it, I just—”
”Did you think I didn’t feel the same?” You interrupt him. “That I don’t feel the same now?”
He tilts his head at you, the tension in his body visibly disintegrating. “What are you saying?” Brows furrowing, cheeks blushing, so many emotions flying through his features at a speed neither of you can process. He runs his hands down his face before resting them on his hips. “Sweetheart, what are you saying?”
“I wanted you, too, Yun…” The words tumble out of you, a rush of honesty that feels both exhilarating and terrifying. “I want you too.”
He takes another step toward you, his mind racing as he searches for answers to never ending questions. “You did?” Another step. “You do?”
“Yes, and yes,” you nod, feeling warmth flood your cheeks at your admission—both to Yunho and to you. You realize you’d never said it out loud before, not even to yourself.
“Say it again,” he urges, closing the gap between the two of you. One hand finds your waist while the other gently cradles the back of your neck. His touch lights a fire on your skin, his hands feeling heavier on your body than they ever have before. Your hands find their way to his waist, tugging him closer to you. Chests heaving, hearts racing.
“I want you, Yunho.”
The tension between you peaks, your grip tightening on one another, like if either one of you lets go, the moment will slip away. Yunho’s eyes search yours, looking for confirmation.
He gently cups your face, his thumb brushing your cheek, wiping away the remnants of your tears. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, igniting the familiar spark that had always lingered between the two of you. Your breath hitches in your throat, caught between the fear of moving too fast and the undeniable pull you have always felt towards him.
You bring a hand up to his cheek, your fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You linger for a moment before wrapping your fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
“Y/n,” he whispers, “sweetheart,” his gaze drops to your lips, and you swear you can hear your hearts beating in time with one another in the quiet.
You take a deep breath, searching his gaze for the same spark of desire you feel coursing through your body. He inches closer, breath mingling with yours, heating the space between you.
“Is this okay?” he asks softly, his voice trembling slightly.
You nod, breathless, as you lean in just enough to finally close the distance between the two of you.
The tip of his nose brushes against yours, the contact making your head spin. You’ve thought about this moment countless times, and being here feels so right.
“Yunho,” you breathe, “please kiss me alr—“
His mouth molds to yours before you can finish your sentence, pulling all the remaining air from your lungs. The world around you explodes in a flash of warmth and tenderness, all the hurt you had been feeling melting away into a puddle at your feet.
You feel a rush of emotions— relief, joy, and a deep, intoxicating desire— as he deepens the kiss. Your hands tighten around the back of his neck, pulling him closer as he sweeps his tongue across your bottom lip. You lose yourself in the sensation, the taste of him and the feeling of his lips on yours erasing everything else you’ve ever felt.
His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you as if you might disappear. This moment, this kiss, feels like a declaration— a culmination of all the unspoken words, the hidden glances, the years of longing between the two of you. It’s exhilarating.
He finally pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, your heavy breaths the only sounds on the quiet street. Your hands slide from his neck, traveling down his chest before settling on his waist.
“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to cut you off,” he chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face, “I’ve just been waiting a really long time to do that.” He drops a gentle kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.
“You can cut me off anytime if it means I get to kiss you,” you nuzzle into his chest. The steady thud of his heartbeat slows yours to match.
“Oh yeah?” He looks down at you, a teasing glint in his eyes.
“Yes, abso—“
His lips connect to yours again, a fire igniting in your belly when his tongue tangles with yours. He tastes like caramel, the sweetness of his latte lingering on his tongue. Wide hands wrap around your hips, dragging you closer, rolling your body into him.
You snake your hands up his lower back, digging your nails into his skin through his shirt. A low groan rumbles deep in Yunho’s throat at the sensation, sending a bolt of heat straight to your core. A whimper crawls up your throat before you can stop it, and Yunho smiles against your mouth. He draws your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently.
“Your lips are even softer than I imagined they’d be,” he gives you one more lingering kiss before pulling back. His deep eyes find yours, his blushed cheeks glowing under the streetlights.
“You’ve imagined kissing me?” Shyness creeps in at the realization that Yunho thought about you in the same way you thought about him.
“Among other things, yes,” he brushes your hair out of your face, his palm settling to cup your cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.”
“I am not blushing!” You hide your face in your hands. “Maybe I am, but how can I not when you talk to me like that,” you muffle into your palms.
“I’ll talk to you any way you want if it means you’ll react like this,” he teases, gently pulling your hands from your face to hold them in his. “Your hands are freezing, sweetheart,” he brings your hands to his mouth, holding them between his and blowing his hot breath onto them to warm them up.
”Well we have been out here a while,” you shiver at the feeling of his breath on your skin.
“Am I still allowed to take you home tonight, or would that complicate things?” He’s either nervous, or hesitant. Either would make sense, you just got dumped and 24 hours later you’re confessing your feelings for your best friend (and kissing him). Anyone with a brain might wonder if you’re rushing, or worse, rebounding. Once you get out of this cold, you can talk things through.
“Yes, please, let’s go.” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles before pulling him in the direction of his place.
“You got it, baby.” He slings an arm over your shoulder, planting a kiss to the top of your head. Your heart flutters as you walk toward his apartment.
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As soon as you walk through Yunho’s front door, he breezes past you to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of your favorite rosé while you kick off your boots. As you shed your jacket, he sets two full glasses on his simple wooden coffee table, heading back to his kitchen to grab a bag of chips and some chocolates. He returns with his hands full, confusion lacing his features when he finds you standing in the middle of his living room stifling a laugh.
“Is something funny?” He chuckles at your reddening cheeks as you let out a giggle.
“When did you get so nervous to have me in your apartment?” Part of you feels bad for teasing, but he looks so cute when he’s flustered, you can’t help it. “I’ve never seen you move so fast to get me a glass of wine.”
“Well, when you decide to tell me you want me in the middle of the street, that tends to change things, baby,” he grins at you, clocking you for the second time now having a physical reaction to his newest pet name for you. You thought sweetheart sounded beautiful coming out of his mouth, but baby is a whole new level of intoxicating.
”You said it first, but I guess that does change things, huh, baby?” You cross your arms, challenging him. “Do I make you nervous, Jeong Yunho?”
“You make me a lot of things, sweetheart, but nervous isn’t one of them.” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, the gesture making your head spin. After setting your snacks down on the coffee table, he finally takes off his jacket and kicks off his shoes. He plops down on his couch, patting the empty cushion next to him. “Come sit with me,” the deep, inviting tone of his voice has you moving to him immediately. Grabbing your wine, you sit next to him, folding one leg up onto the couch to turn to face him. He copies your position, his knee resting just an inch from yours.
“What do I make you feel, then?” You swirl your wine in your glass as your gaze flicks over his handsome features. Landing on his eyes, your heart jumps at the way they shine for you.
“Fulfilled,” he starts, scooting closer to you so your knees are just barely touching. “Cared for, understood,” the corner of his mouth quirks up slightly, “and loved.”
A bloom of warmth floods your chest at the word. This is what you’ve been missing the last few years. You thought your ex would give you this sense of gratification if you gave him more time, but what you were searching for was in your best friend. You always knew in the back of your mind that it was him. The one who held you when you cried, who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, who would drop everything to be there when you needed him. You take a big sip of your wine.
“I was settling,” the words fall off your lips before you can stop them, the alcohol warming your cheeks right away. “I thought that if I kept giving him everything he would eventually give me half of what I was craving, but in the back of my mind I think I knew he’d never be what I really needed… I settled for him.”
Yunho offers a soft nod, zero judgment, only understanding. “And what is it you were craving?” He moves even closer to you, your shins now pressed together.
“You,” you sigh, his deep eyes boring into yours, waiting for more. You tap your fingers on your wine glass, contemplating your next words. “The connection, the comfort, the joy, the love that you gave me,” your throat tightens thinking about the nights you spent longing for your best friend. “I wanted you, how you made me feel…but I settled for him.”
“Right person, wrong time,” Yunho scoffs, a gentle shake of his head, “kind of applies to us, right? We’ve wanted each other for years now, but we just never had the chance.”
“I should’ve told you sooner, Yun,” your hand rests on his, his fingers immediately lacing between yours. “We’ve wasted so much time,” hot tears blur your vision, but you blink them away before they fall.
“Hey, we have all the time in the world, baby,” he brings your hand to his mouth, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “All the time in the world,” he muffles against your skin. You turn your palm to hold his cheek, and you notice his eyes roll back before they flutter closed.
“All the time in the world,” you repeat, threading your fingers into his hair. A future with Yunho flashes through your mind. Lazy Sunday mornings, celebrating milestones and holidays together, late nights tangled in the sheets, his body taking over yours —
“Y/n…” His deep, smooth voice brings you back to the moment, the sound of your name on his lips heating your cheeks.
“Hm?”
He gently takes your wine glass from your hand, setting it on the coffee table next to his untouched one. When his eyes find yours again, warmth pools in your belly at the darkness that’s taken over his features. “I really want to kiss you again, but I feel like we should talk first,” he takes both your hands in his, and your heart pounds a beat faster in your chest. “If you spend the night tonight, there’s no going back. Once I have you, I don’t think I can let you go.”
“I don’t want you to let me go, Yun,” you squeeze his hands in yours. “I’ve waited too long to get here, I don’t wanna go back… You already have me, don’t let me go.” The thudding in your rib cage intensifies with every second of heated silence.
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he finally says, pulling you in, crashing his lips into yours. His hands find your waist, his tongue exploring your mouth, and you wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you into his lap. You straddle him, resting your knees on either side of his hips, deepening the kiss as his hands wander to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. You roll your hips against him, his grip tightening on you as he drags your body over him. A groan rumbles in his chest and you feel his cock stiffening beneath you, grinding on him slower and harder.
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” Yuhho’s hand snakes up your back and into your hair, gently removing your clip and tossing it to the floor before gripping your locks and tilting your head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of your neck to his mouth. He nips at your skin, licking the spot with his tongue, moving up to the tender spot under your ear. “My beautiful girl,” his hot breath in your ear has your entire body blooming with goosebumps.
”Yunho,” you roll your hips over him again as his lips travel down your neck to your collarbone, a whimper crawling up your throat at your rough jeans catching on your swelling clit. He feels harder and harder underneath you with each rock against him, and you’re cursing yourself for wearing such thick pants. You just want to feel him.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He tightens his grip on your hair, kissing back up your neck until his lips connect with yours again. You moan into his mouth as his other hand guides your hips back and forth, shamelessly grinding your bodies against each other like horny teenagers.
“Touch me please,” you beg, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it gently.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” he teases. He snakes an arm around your waist and smoothly rolls you onto your back, laying you down in the soft cushions. He kneels, settling between your legs, spreading them wide to roll his hips into your needy clothed core. His mouth finds yours again, tangling his tongue with yours.
The hand in your hair loosens, trailing down your body, ghosting over your breasts, down your belly, and lifting your sweater slightly to get to your jeans. He makes light work of the button and zipper, his nimble fingers undoing the fastenings with ease, all while keeping his mouth on yours. You feel him tapping on your ass, signaling you to lift your hips. When you do, he shimmies your jeans down your legs agonizingly slowly, breaking the kiss to admire the bits of your skin he’s dreamt about for years.
He tosses your jeans on his living room floor, and a timidity slithers up at the realization that you’re in your underwear on your best friend’s couch. His broad hands rest on your thighs, letting you close them slightly, your shared shuddering breaths the only sound in his quiet apartment.
“Getting shy on me, sweetheart?” He teases you, reading your mind. He knows you so well. You giggle as he slides his hands to your sweater, dragging it up your body, exposing your panties, shifting it higher and higher until the bottom hem of your bra is barely showing. He slides his hands under your top, expertly cradling your bra-clad breasts in his hands, letting out a restrained groan. The energy shifts and you whimper, watching his eyes locked on the way his fingers swim beneath the fabric of your sweater. You let your legs fall open slightly as Yunho slots himself between them, peppering your belly with gentle kisses and thumbing one of your pebbling nipples through the thin material of your bra.
“Yun…” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses you lower and lower, “please,”
“Mhm,” he nods against your soft skin, shifting down to lay on his belly between your legs, hooking your knees over his shoulders. You feel his searing breath over your pussy, cooling the growing wet patch in your panties, making you clench around nothing. He picks up on your reaction, gripping your hips before blowing a steady stream of air over your sensitive heat.
“Oh,” you breathe, wriggling under his strong grasp, spreading your legs wider for him.
“You’re so reactive,” he murmurs, biting down on your inner thigh, soothing the spot with his tongue. You yelp at the sensation, covering your mouth in shock of the sound that just came out of you. Yunho chuckles darkly, “don’t hold back, baby, I wanna hear all the noises you make.”
He hooks an arm over your hip so his hand rests on your mound. He grips your panties in his fist, pulling them up until the fabric slips between your wet folds, gliding firmly over your clit. You stifle a sob as he tugs them harder, biting you once more.
“I thought I told you not to hold back, sweetheart,” he licks your skin again, soothing the angry bite mark that will surely be bruised by morning. Another tug of your panties has you mewling, one hand gripping his hair for dear life, the other blindly searching for anything to ground you.
“Yunnie, please, stop teasing me,” you never thought your sweet and wholesome best friend could have you whimpering and begging beneath him, hardly having touched you. He has such a dark, dominating presence about him in this moment, and it’s making your head fuzzy.
He lets go of your panties, swiftly pulling them to the side, exposing your wet heat to the cool air. You suck in a sharp inhale, finally bare to him.
“Fuck,” he moans, “look at you, baby,” he runs two fingers through your heat, the sudden contact making you cry out. He spreads you wide to see every inch of you, taking his time. “So pretty,” he breathes.
“I need you, please,” you whine, “are you gonna make me keep begging?”
“Baby, I’ve wanted to touch you like this for years,” he drawls, “let me savor it a little.” Before you can protest, he teases your entrance with two fingers, slowly thrusting them deeper and deeper inside you, little by little, until his palm is flush with your cunt. Your head falls back into the cushions, your chest heaving. You had daydreamed about how his fingers would feel inside of you, but nothing compares to the real thing. He pumps in and out a few more times before he curls his fingers, hitting the spot that makes your back arch. You grip his hair, tugging on it harder than you mean to, but you can’t help it. You miss the way his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging open at the pain.
Yunho lets you guide his mouth to your core, his fingers keeping a steady pace as he uses his free hand to spread you open, swirling his tongue around your clit.
“Yunnie…” you whimper, grinding your hips on his mouth. He nods against you, sucking your clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the swollen bud over and over in time with his fingers moving in and out of you. Pleasure blooms in your belly as he works you, each flick of his tongue bringing you closer to the edge.
“Feeling good, sweetheart?” He replaces his tongue with his thumb, circling your clit softly to ease you into the sensation. You push yourself down into his hand, needing more. He chuckles, applying more pressure until he feels you melting under him.
“Yes, so good Yun, fuck,” the pressure low in your belly builds rapidly, and you know if he keeps going at this pace, you’ll fall apart in no time. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, and once your eyes lock with his you know you’re a goner.
His hair is mussed from your tugging on it, his cheeks flushed, his mouth glistening, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he picks up the pace ever so slightly. He smirks at you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders so he can kneel between them again, sitting back to get a good look at you, never slowing his ministrations. You make the mistake of glancing down, your mouth drying at the sight of his cock pressing against the confines of his jeans. He hits that spot deep inside you again, and you fall back into the cushions, breathy curses falling from your mouth over and over.
“You look so beautiful like this, fucking hell,” he drops his free hand next to your head, caging you in beneath him, watching his fingers pistoning in and out of you faster and faster, circling your clit in a matching pace. “Mine, mine, mine,” he repeats over and over, like he can’t believe this is finally happening. He brings his lips to yours, mumbling the words against your mouth as you nod wordlessly in agreement, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you dizzy. He kisses you down to your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin, praise after praise whispered into your ear.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he emphasizes his words with a sharp thrust of his fingers, and you cry out at the sensation.
“I’m yours, I’m yours— fuck!” You feel the cord in your belly tightening and tightening.
“Good fucking girl,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe, “come around my fingers, baby,”
“Oh, oh,” you shudder underneath him, his words pushing you over the edge as your orgasm rips through your body, pleasure burning from the inside out. He kisses you hard, slowing his pace bit by bit to ease you through your climax, your body trembling in his hold. “Yunho,” you mumble into his mouth, “I’m yours,” you whisper.
“You sure are,” he peppers your cheeks with soft, tender kisses, your brain slowly coming back online as he slows his fingers, coming to a stop. “And I’m yours,” he kisses you gently, easing his fingers out of you, slipping your panties back into place. He lays down on the couch next to you, pulling your favorite throw blanket over your exposed bottom half, tracing hearts and stars on your skin while your breathing steadies, running his fingers through your hair as you let your eyes flutter closed. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body keeping the flame in your core burning.
“You are incredible, Jeong Yunho,” you giggle as he kisses every inch of your face, his soft lips mapping the details of your skin. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Why, because I made you come in 5 minutes flat?” His low drawl has desire coursing through your veins, part of you feeling embarrassed he can turn you on so easily with just his words.
Your breath hitches as you nod, trying to keep your cool, but he knows you better than that by now. “You really like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, baby?”
“Apparently I do,” you turn to look at him, a teasing glint in his eyes, his fingers dancing across the bare skin of your belly. “I’d love to hear what else you have to say,” you tease.
“Well for starters, I want to take you to bed” His mouth hovers over the shell of your ear, the combination of his hot breath fanning over your skin and the vibrations of his deep voice have lust taking over your thoughts once again. “I want to fuck you properly, and we just don’t exactly have the space for that here,” you can hear the smile in his voice.
“Oh,” you giggle, his straightforwardness taking you by surprise. Just like that you’re throbbing for him again, your mind racing thinking about where your night with him is going to go. “I’d like that.”
Before he can catch you, you jump up from the couch, leaving your throw blanket behind, beelining for the hallway toward Yunho’s bedroom, giggling the whole way.
“Hey!” He laughs, clamoring up to chase after you. A few long strides and he’s caught up to you, right in the doorway of his bedroom. He hooks an arm around your waist and you yelp as he spins you around to face him, the momentum of both your running carrying you to the foot of his bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, but he holds you upright, pressing your body against his. Your eyes lock, both of you breathing heavily.
“Someone’s excited,” Yunho chuckles, giving you a firm kiss before pushing you back onto his bed. You let out a breathless laugh as you plop down on the mattress, pushing yourself to sit upright.
“A little,” your hands find his torso, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He smirks down at you as you run your hands under his shirt and up his stomach to chest. He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him, and pulls his shirt off over his head, discarding it on the floor. You’d seen him without a shirt a handful of times, but this close he looks ethereal. Your fingers dance across his bare skin, reveling in the feeling of being able to touch him like this. You want to see more of him, touch more of him, taste more of him.
“Yun,” you start, hesitant to take the lead. You slide your hands down his body until your fingers feel the smooth leather of his belt. Your eyes meet his, not breaking contact while you smoothly undo his belt buckle. “Can I?” You whisper.
“You can do whatever you want to me, y/n,” he breathes, looking down to where your fingers are undoing the button of his jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly. You pull his jeans down, and he kicks them to the side, standing before you in only his boxers, his hard length pressing against the confines of the fabric.
His fingers lace through your hair, gripping it gently to tip your head back. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, letting him let go of your hair to take it from your hands and toss it to the floor. You reach behind you, undoing the clasp of your bra, slowly sliding it from your body and dropping it next to your discarded sweater. Yunho’s chest heaves as he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, drinking this image of you in, dragging his gaze across your exposed chest.
“So beautiful,” his voice has dropped even lower, a tone you’ve never heard from him, the deep timbre stoking the fire deep inside you. “You are so beautiful,” he cups your face in his hands, bending over to kiss you softly. He parts your lips with his tongue as you rest your hands on his abdomen, sliding one down to palm his cock over his boxers.
“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, your fingers wrapping around him as much as you can through the fabric, stroking his impressive length as he licks deeper into your mouth. You pump him from base to tip, running your thumb over the wet patch at the head of his cock, drawing another guttural moan from his lips. Your mouth is watering at the feeling of him, but it’s not enough.
You dip your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Yunho breaks the kiss to watch you pull them slowly down, down, down, until his cock springs free, hanging heavy in front of you. You absentmindedly lick your lips at the sight of him, feeling the wetness in your panties growing. Lust prickles across your skin thinking about feeling him inside of you.
“Yunho,” you sigh, wrapping your fingers around him, pumping him slowly as he stands up straight, tugging your hair in his fist to tip your head back again. “I want you to fuck my throat,” you whine, “please,”
“Oh, baby,” he grips your hair tighter at your words while you stroke him, the sting making your cheeks warm, “you want me to stuff your pretty little mouth? Wanna wrap those beautiful lips around me?” Towering over you like this, you start to realize just how much he could overpower you, and the thought spreads heat through your abdomen.
“Please,” you nod, “I wanna taste you,” you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for him, keeping your eyes on his. You pump his length twice more as you guide his hips toward your mouth, dropping your hands into your lap as his tip rests on your tongue.
“Mmh, so pretty,” he whispers, wrapping his fist around his cock, tapping his tip on your tongue before sliding past your lips. “If it gets to be too much, just tap my thigh, okay sweetheart?”
You nod, wrapping your lips around him, sliding your tongue over the sensitive underside of his tip. His head falls back, a beautiful moan falling from his lips as you slowly start to bob your head. You take more of him, inch by inch until his cock taps the back of your throat. You swallow around him, and he absentmindedly thrusts deeper, chasing the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on your hair tightening again as he holds you there. “I’m gonna move now, is that okay?” He brings his free hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as you nod in confirmation. As soon as you give him the signal, he pulls back slightly, rocking his hips slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips wrapped around him and your tongue gliding over him. “So beautiful with your mouth stuffed so full,” he praises you, thrusting deeper into your mouth, down your throat, testing the limits of what you can take. He finds a steady rhythm, and you match his pace, bobbing your head and licking over every inch of him as he pumps in and out of your mouth, the stretch burning your throat deliciously.
You can’t take your eyes off of him, tears blurring your vision as you admire his lustful features. His furrowed brow, his blown pupils, his flushed cheeks. The bead of sweat dripping down the tip of his nose, the tensing muscles in his stomach as he pumps into your mouth… he looks so beautiful. You find yourself rocking your hips, grinding into the mattress, looking for any friction you can get.
He thrusts deep into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat again, and he holds you down on him, your nose brushing over his abdomen. The lack of air makes your head spin, and you want him even deeper. You reach up to grab his hips, but your hand bumps his thigh on the way up, which he takes as your signal that it’s too much.
“Shit,” he pulls out of your mouth, and you gasp for air as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Are you okay, baby? I’m so sorry, was that too rough?” His eyes are full of panic and he brushes your hair out of your face, wiping the saliva that had bubbled up at the corners of your mouth. It all happens so fast, it takes you a moment to process the man waiting in front of you, waiting for a response. Before you can stop yourself, a smile breaks across your face and a giggle rises up your throat.
“Yunnie,” you laugh, cradling his concerned face in your hands, “I’m fine, more than fine,” you try to catch your breath. “I was trying to…grab your hips to pull you closer, but I … bumped your leg by mistake,” his panicked face relaxes, a beautiful smile taking its place, and he lets out a deep sigh of relief. “I do appreciate how quickly you stopped though,” you tease him, your breathing finally steady, “it’s nice to know my boundaries will be taken very seriously.”
“You scared me!” He laughs, dropping his head in your lap.
“It was an accident!” You laugh with him, brushing through his hair with your fingers. “I actually wanted you to be more rough with me,”
He straightens up. “Is that so?” He plants his hands on the mattress on either side of your hips, the darkness returning to his gaze as he stands again, leaning over you. You lean back onto your elbows as he towers over you, his eyes raking over every inch of your body.
“It is,” you whisper, suddenly feeling so small beneath him, all lightheartedness suddenly sucked out of the room. “I would enjoy that very much,”
“Mmh,” he hooks an arm under your waist, lifting you easily and moving your body further up the mattress. You let out a small yelp as he drops you, heart warming as he reaches above you to grab a pillow to prop under your head. Once he’s sure you’re comfortable, he hooks his fingers on your panties, and you lift your hips for him to peel them off of you. He tosses them to the floor, turning his attention back to you, spreading your legs wide open, kneeling between them.
“I would enjoy that too, however,” he runs his hands up your calves, your thighs, until he reaches your center, using both hands to spread you wide open. You watch in awe as he runs two fingers through your arousal, teasingly dipping them inside of you. “I want to savor every moment of this,” he dips down to kiss you softly as he drives his fingers even deeper, prodding that tender spot inside of you, drawing a whine from your lips. “Let me be gentle this time, let me show you how much I–” he pauses, something indiscernible flashing through his eyes. “Let me show you how much I’ve been wanting you,” he recovers. “Then next time,” his thumb flicks over your clit, “I will do whatever you want me to do to you,” he circles the sensitive bud, your mind reeling. “Does that sound good, baby?”
“Mhm,” you nod, “so good,” you whimper as he scissors his fingers inside of you, surely trying to stretch you open for what’s to come.
He reaches for the drawer in his nightstand with his free hand, but you stop him. “You don’t have to wear one,” you interrupt.
“Are you sure?” His fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you wider with each thrust, but still giving your conversation his attention.
“I’m on the pill and was tested recently, so yes, please Yunnie, I want to feel you,” you mewl, “please let me feel you,”
“So good for me,” he praises you over and over, “are you ready?”
“Yes, please,” you whine when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, desperate for him. He lifts your hips, pulling you closer to him, nestling himself between your legs, being sure to adjust your pillow once more. He spreads you open with one hand, tapping the tip of his solid cock on your swollen clit before rubbing it up and down your slit, lining up with your entrance. You both freeze at the same time as the reality of what’s about to happen finally hits you.
The feeling of this moment is nothing you’ve experienced before. For years, you’ve longed for Yunho, wanting the intimacy of your friendship to go beyond just emotional intimacy. You’ve yearned for him as long as you’ve known him. You wanted him– all of him. Finally, the universe decided it’s time for you two to experience that.
You realize he’s feeling it too, his hand finding your cheek in the silence, brushing away a tear that you didn’t realize had fallen down your cheek. “I know, baby,” he whispers, and that’s all you need to hear.
He presses his lips to your forehead as he slowly pushes inside, easing you into the sensation, gently stretching you out on his cock. You feel grateful that he prepped you with his fingers, the sting you feel only lasting a few brief moments before he’s smoothly gliding into you. He pushes in deeper and deeper, until you’re filled to the brim. He drops his hands to the mattress on either side of your head as he bottoms out. Almost in unison, you both let out a shuddering exhale.
“You feel incredible, fuck” he breathes against your forehead, finally pulling back to look into your eyes, your bodies finally connected physically in the way they’ve felt connected spiritually all these years. “And you look so pretty, my angel,” he whispers, his eyes shining.
“I don’t know how you can still manage to make me blush when you’re literally inside of me,” you pant, shyly giggling as your cheeks warm under his loving gaze. He hisses at the way you squeeze around him when you laugh. “Sorry,” you cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your giggles.
“I’m learning so much about you today,” he pulls hips back slightly before burying himself inside you again, all teasing coming to an instant halt as the tip of his cock presses against your g-spot.
“Oh my–” your back arches at the feeling, “God Yunnie, I feel so f-full.”
“You’re doing so well baby,” he praises you again, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. “Look at you, so beautiful taking my cock.”
“I need you to fuck me,” you scramble to grip his forearms, feeling the taut muscles under his skin. “Please,” you wriggle your hips beneath him, “move,”
“Mm,” he pulls out almost completely, just the tip of his cock resting inside of you, “say it again, sweetheart,”
“Fuck me Yunnie, please,” you beg, trying to push your hips down on his cock.
“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that, I’ll never get tired of it” he slams into you, and you cry out as he bottoms out inside of you again. He sets a steady pace, rolling his hips into you over and over, the feeling of him pumping in and out of you more delicious than you could’ve ever imagined. He kisses you hard, licking into your mouth, swallowing all of your pretty little moans.
He cups one of your breasts in his wide palm, running his thumb over your nipple, stoking the fire in the pit of your belly. He straightens, admiring how beautiful you look while you take him. Your lips red and puffy, your eyes half lidded, your breasts bouncing with each thrust.
“So pretty, taking me so well,” he praises you as his hand coasts up your chest, fingers gently wrapping around your neck. He holds his hand there for a moment, making a mental note of the way your eyes light up when he briefly squeezes the column of your throat.
“F-feels so g-good,” you choke out between thrusts. His thumb slides along your jaw toward your chin, prodding at your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. You wrap your lips around his thumb, sucking on it briefly before he pops it out of your mouth, trailing it down your body until he reaches your clit. The contact has your head spinning, the cord in your center tightening and tightening as he flicks your sensitive bud.
“Baby, look,” his voice cuts through the foggy lust in your head, grabbing your attention. He nods down to where your bodies are connected, gesturing for you to take a glance.
One look at him splitting you open has your climax threatening to wash over you, warmth running up and down your spine at the sight of your arousal shining on his cock as he pistons in and out of your heat relentlessly. He swirls his thumb around your clit faster at the feeling of you squeezing around him.
“You close, sweetheart?” He’s breathless as he fucks you, hitting so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach.
“Mhm, fuck, yes,” you cry out, scrambling for his free hand, lacing your fingers between his.
“Come on, I want to watch you fall apart around my cock.” He’s fucking you impossibly hard, each thrust hitting just right, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Let me feel you, love,”
“Oh my god,” you stammer out a string of curses as your second orgasm washes over you, your heart thudding in your ears as your body tenses underneath him. He barely slows his pace, keeping his thumb resting on your clit, fucking you through your high.
“There she is,” he coos, slowing little by little until your body starts to relax. He thrusts all the way inside, bottoming out, collapsing over you.
“Wow,” you laugh, bringing your hands up to cradle his flushed face. “That was,”
“Incredible?” He finishes your sentence, kissing your sweaty forehead over and over. You let out a soft moan in agreement, and his cock jumps inside of you at the sound.
“Mmh,” you whimper, the warmth creeping back into your belly, and you squeeze around Yunho’s cock.
“Wanting more already?” He teases, pushing his hips against you, thrusting himself in even deeper.
“Absolutely,” you squeeze around him again, craning your neck up to capture his lips with yours. “Fuck me however you want, baby,” you whisper against his mouth. His cock twitches inside you again and you giggle, waiting for his next move.
“Flip over,” he pants, “I wanna fuck you like this,” he slips out of you and you whine, feeling empty. He helps you roll onto your belly, kneeling behind you as he pulls your ass in the air and plants a hand in the middle of your back, guiding you to arch for him. You squish your cheek into the mattress, trying to look back at him. “Fucking hell,” he palms your ass with both hands, admiring your delectable form, “you are unreal.”
“Yun, please, I need you,” you whine as he bends over your body, planting hot, wet kisses up your spine until he reaches the nape of your neck, bringing his lips to your ear. You feel his cock bump against your backside, his body flush against yours.
“You are insatiable, my love,” your heart flutters at the word, but your lust pushes any overanalyzing to the back of your mind in favor of how desperate you are for him.
You push back into him, feeling the tip of his cock bump against your heat. He straightens at the feeling, rubbing circles into your hips with his thumbs as he watches you move. You roll your hips, catching the tip of his cock between your folds, wiggling and rocking to find the right angle before it finally slips inside.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as you push back, taking him deeper and deeper until your ass is flush against him. You start bouncing your hips, taking him in and out, slowly at first, the sounds of his moans filling your ears and soaking your center.
“Feel good, baby?” You muffle from beneath him, moving your hips quicker with each bounce on his cock. You open your legs a little wider, the new angle rocking his cock against your g-spot.
“The best thing I’ve ever felt,” he rolls his hips to meet yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the air of his bedroom. “I can’t believe how long we’ve waited for this,” he grips your hips, meeting your thrusts in earnest, fucking into you impossibly deep. You match each other’s pace immediately, moans and whines filling the air.
He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you upwards until your body is flush against his, your sweat-slicked bodies rocking together. His hand drops from your hair to wrap around your neck, holding you firmly in place as he threads his other hand between your legs, his middle and ring finger easily finding your swollen clit.
“I want you like this forever,” he whispers in your ear as he drives into you, your motivation to bounce on him melting into the mattress beneath you. You want him to take you however he wants you, your body molding into his grip.
“Forever,” you nod as he kisses your neck, “you have me forever Yunnie,”
“Again,” he groans as you tighten around him, his fingers swirling around your clit, your third orgasm of the night building rapidly low in your belly. “Say it again,”
“Forever,” you repeat, “I’m yours forever,”
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close,” he growls into your ear, “you take me so well, like you were made for me,”
“I was, Yun,” you assure him, “I was made for you,” he rubs your clit faster, “and you were made for me,”
“God, yes,” he kisses your shoulder, his pace faltering as he gets closer to the edge, “I love you, y/n, fuck.” His fingers swirl around your clit as his hips stutter, spilling hot and fast inside of you. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats over and over as he ruts into you.
“I love you, Yunho,” you cry out, your heart exploding as your orgasm follows, your body shuddering against him as you come together, your words and his swirling around you in the afterglow.
He holds you tight against him, guiding your spent form back down to the mattress, kissing every inch of your skin as you both come down from your highs. He slips out of you, lowering your hips, massaging your sore muscles before rolling onto his back next to you. You mimic his position, flipping over so you’re both staring at the ceiling, processing the words you both just confessed. You lay together in silence, the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breath filling the room. You let your eyes close, processing the moment.
“Jeong Yunho,” your voice is hoarse once you speak. “Tell me you love me.” Your eyes flutter open, turning your head to see him already beaming at you. He rolls onto his side, bringing himself nose to nose with you.
“I love you.” He declares, clear and confident, your heart swelling in your chest. His lips brush over yours, both of you smiling as he kisses you softly. “Your turn,” he whispers. You copy him, rolling onto your side, brushing his sweat slicked hair from his forehead as he throws an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“I love you,” you giggle, kissing him again.
“One more time?”
“I, love, you,” you emphasize each word with a gentle kiss on his lips,
“I will never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”
You whine in protest, but Yunho eventually gets you into the bathroom, running a hot shower for the both of you. You wash up together, hardly able to keep your hands off of each other. Once you’ve fallen apart in his hands twice more and the water’s run cold, he helps you into a pair of his boxers and his biggest, softest sweatshirt.
“This feels like a dream,” you think out loud once you’re snuggled up in Yunho’s bed together. “Is this a dream?”
“If it is, I never want to wake up,” he smiles at you under the dim street lights flooding through his windows. “This is all I need, forever.”
You kiss him at that, soft and tender, his arms wrapping tighter around you, holding you close. You fall asleep shortly after, nose to nose, hearts full.
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You wake to the morning sun shining through Yunho’s bedroom windows, the sweet smell of vanilla flooding your nose. Stretching your tired limbs, you roll over to find the other side of the bed empty. Panic floods your mind at the sight, your past making you assume the worst. Is he sleeping on the couch? You wonder. Does he regret what he said and now he’s avoiding me? Before you can reason with yourself, you jump out of bed and speed walk down the hallway, stopping dead in your tracks when you reach the kitchen.
“You’re not freaking out, are you y/n?” Yunho drawls, his voice still laced with sleep, low and raspy. He hasn’t even looked at you yet, his focus being on the plate on the counter in front of him, but he already knows where your mind is at just by the sound of your footsteps coming down the hallway. Of course he does. His bare, wide shoulders shake as he laughs to himself. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, the muscles in his back moving beneath his skin as he throws the final touches on what’s in front of him. He spins around to face you holding a plate of pancakes, littered with strawberries cut into hearts. Your heart flutters at the scene in front of you. “You think I’m gonna make love to you, tell you that I love you, and not make you breakfast in the morning?”
Suddenly feeling self conscious over your immediate assumption that he regretted your night together, you cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “I got scared,” you whisper.
“That I left you in my apartment all alone? Baby,” he puts the plate down, “I would never, especially after last night,” he crosses the kitchen to reach you, pulling you into his warm embrace, his hot skin beneath you melting away the coldness you felt from waking up alone. “I’m not like…him,” he reminds you, brushing his fingers through your hair. “You are safe with me. Safe, loved, protected, respected, I could go on and on. Do you understand me?” He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
You nod against his chest. “I do,” you feel a tear slide down your cheek, spreading from your skin, onto his. He squeezes you in a tight hug.
“Come on, let’s get some food in your system. You haven’t eaten since our pastries at Blossom last night,” he releases you to grab your plate, as well as a second he made for himself, and drops another quick kiss to your forehead before carrying them to the coffee table in his living room.
“Come sit,” he beckons you, and you follow automatically, plopping on the couch. He grabs your favorite throw blanket before sitting down next to you, draping it over both of your laps. No matter how hard you try to ignore them, negative thoughts are still plaguing your mind. You both pick up your plates, eating in silence for a few moments before Yunho speaks up again.
“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” His tone is so sincere, you immediately feel guilty for making him worry.
“I’m just–” you hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared it’s too good to be true.”
“What is? Us?” Worry flickers across his features, his heart aching seeing you so distraught.
“Yeah,” you sigh, poking at one of your pancakes with your fork. You know you’re being unreasonable, and that Yunho has shown you nothing but love and commitment as long as you’ve known him. But your self doubt and your history of awful relationships is screaming at you that you don’t deserve him. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t even realize that you’re crying.
Yunho gently takes your plate from your hands, putting both his and yours back on the coffee table. He shifts his body slowly until he’s kneeling on the floor in front of you, resting his hands on your blanket-covered thighs.
“Y/n, look at me,” he pleads. You wipe the tears from your cheeks, patting the dampness into the blanket in your lap. You rest your hands on top of his, tracing the lines of his veins for a moment before dragging your gaze upwards to meet his. His eyes are glazed over with tears of his own.
“Yunnie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I–”
“Listen to me,” he interrupts. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The most precious thing in this world to me. Each moment that I spend with you fills me with a joy that I never experienced until I met you.” He turns his hands over to cradle yours as his tears finally fall down his cheeks. “I love you. And I will spend every day of the rest of my life proving that to you. And proving to you that you deserve the love that I give you.”
You stifle a sob at his words, trying to take all of it in as the beautiful truth. You know he means it, he’s always meant every word he’s ever said to you, and you know you need to silence your anxieties in favor of what you know to be true.
“It’s gonna take time,” you whisper. “It’ll take time for me to believe that I deserve what you give me,” you wipe your own tears, then his, both of you laughing breathlessly at your own emotions. “But I will get there,” you continue, “I just need you to be patient with me.”
“Of course. I will spend the rest of my life reminding you what you deserve, sweetheart. That’s a promise.”
“I love you.” You cradle his head in your hands, memorizing every inch of his face, savoring the first day of the rest of your lives.
“I love you,” he kisses the tip of your nose. “Let’s go finish our breakfast in bed.”
“Okay,” you giggle watching Yunho jump up to grab both your plates, giddily walking toward his bedroom with a wide smile on his face.
“You coming?” He glances over his shoulder at you, his ears blushing bright red as he waits for you.
You nod, hopping up to follow after him, to your new forever.
