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Color Code:
Black Title - Chan pairing
Green title - Seungmin
Orange Title - Ateez
Stray Kids (in order of newest to oldest)
Act2 (Girl Group x SKZ)
Act2: Happier Than Ever (Kelly Clarkson Version)
Whispers in The Dark
Based on the song by Monsta X with the same name, this is a college AU. Not all of the members will be mentioned by name, if at all.
Talk spreads. Rumors fly. But what is to be believed? What's in front of you? Or the Whispers in the Dark?
Part One: Lying Through Your Teeth
Just One Yesterday (Completed)
this one is a little different than anything else I've written. An AU where the members work in a bar with my MC, no idols among them. It's also going to be on the longer side. The fluffy Chris we know and love is nowhere to be found. He's broodier, moodier, and has jokes up the wazoo. So buckle up, kitties. This one's gonna be good.
Angels Choking On Their Halos
So Only Say My Name
Heaven's Grief
Hell's Reign
Just One Yesterday
Playlist Series (Completed)
Your boyfriend Chan makes a playlist of all the songs he's had a hand in writing that were about you or relationship.
Track Zero: Connected
Track One: The View
Track Two: Airplane
Tracks Three & Four: Mixtape: Oh & Your Eyes
Track Five: Give Me Your TMI
Track Six: Fairytale
Track Seven: Case 143
Track Eight: Drive (18+)
Track Nine: Time Out
Track Ten: Red Lights (18+)
Requests
Chan
One Day (Request, idol!Chan x actress!reader)
Touches (request)
Nightlyfe (request, bumping into Chan at a club)
Heart and Seoul (request, nonidol!chan x reader w/ daughter)
Come With Me (Part two of Stay With Me) (Request)
Seungmin
Drawn To You (Seungmin request, I.N Childhood best friend x idol!Seungmin)
Picnic (Seungmin request, father seungmin tossing the baseball with his daughter)
Add-ons and one shots
18+
Peaches
Cravings
Notice
Angst
Y(our) World
(y)Our World (part two) (angst turned fluffier)
Where There's Smoke... (angst turned fluff)
A Case of Friends and Lovers (angst turned fluff bc ofc)
The Listener (more angst than fluff but turns fluffier imo)
Stay With Me (angst bc of what he's going through rn, reader tries to help, ends well)
Defrost
Thaw (Defrost part 2. angst?? then fluff? I can't tell anymore)
Emergency Contact (comfort fluff; chan in the midst of a panic/anxiety attack)
Fluffy
Sunday Morning
Thrice (an add-on to Track Six)
Always Find Me (an add-on to Track Two)
Pieces of Light
This Lover of Mine
Under the Sheets
Day One (Part two of One Day)
For Your Eyes Only
Birthday Gifts
The Hoodie Boogie
An Inning with Minnie (Seungmin Fluffy drabble)
Warmth
Dreams
Ateez
Gentle Breeze (yunho x fem reader)
Prologue: Angel of Song (Angel Mingi x reader) (could continue...maybe)
summ: one ignored boyfriend, one game console, and forty-three minutes of pathetic yearning is all you need to know jisung is losing his mind.
â pairing: perv!jisung x f!reader, established relationship
â genre: smut (minors dni)
â tags/cw: dom!mean!reader, pet names (jagi, baby, sweetheart), kissing, teasing, lots of whining and whimpering, oral (f!receiving), pussydrunk jisung, multiple rounds, hair pulling, scratching, tit playing, breeding kink, overstimulation, piv, creampie, unprotected s*x, soft ending
â words: 2.9k
a/n: comeback so good it revived me from the ashes. final exams were killing me, but holy shit if i tell you i entered in a flow state during an all-nighter and i wrote peak. i couldnât decide if i wanted a pussydrunk jisung or a sex-addicted jisung, so why not have both in one? đ
jisung had been staring in your direction for so long that he'd given up pretending he was actually studying.
his laptop was still sitting open on the desk, the document due tomorrow casting a pale glow across his face. the cursor blinked halfway through an unfinished sentence, as if it were still waiting for him to remember what the hell he'd been trying to write nearly an hour ago.
every time he managed to force himself to look at the screen for more than a few seconds, he'd end up looking back without even realizing it, his gaze always landing in the exact same place: on you.
you'd claimed half of his bed like it had always belonged to you, completely oblivious to the absolute mess you were making of both his head and inside his sweatpants.
his console rested comfortably in your hands while you absentmindedly made your way through the game he'd recommended weeks ago, during one of those movie nights where he'd insisted you had to try it because âhe knew you'd love itâ.
every now and then you'd shift around, just like you did now, folding one leg onto the mattress and sinking a little deeper into the pile of plushies you'd called "ridiculously adorable" a few weeks back.
the movement was tiny, almost absentminded, but it was enough for the hem of your skirt to ride a few inches higher up your thighs, letting jisung steal a glimpse of your lace panties.
and jisung had to remind himself that he was supposedly a fully functioning adult who was failing miserably at both parts of that description considering he couldn't do a damn thing about the painfully hard, needy erection straining against his sweatpants.
he let out a defeated sigh, dragging a hand through his messy hair before letting his head fall back against the worn-out gaming chair. sigh after sigh escaped him, none of them enough to make you look up.
"you're doing that again," your voice came without warning, soft, laced with that teasing, almost mocking tone you always used with him.
jisung's head snapped up immediately, sitting straighter in his chair. his big doe eyes met yours for barely a second before realizing you weren't actually looking at him at all, you were still focused on your game as though the conversation didn't deserve your full attention.
"d-doing what?" he mumbled, his voice nervous.
"sighing all pathetically because you want my attention," you said simply, the tiniest smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
the silence that followed was short and painfully humiliating.
jisung looked away toward the shelf crammed with comics and collectible figures, as though one of them might magically offer him a less embarrassing answer or maybe enough courage to actually admit what he wanted while you sat there looking so effortlessly indifferent.
he could've sworn his cock twitched inside his pants the moment he watched you shift again, giving him an even better view that only managed to fuck with his head even more.
he cleared his throat, awkwardly pushing his glasses up with one finger to buy himself a few extra seconds of courage, though the embarrassed look never left his face.
"i-i'm... bored," he muttered quietly.
"uhm... what a shame,â your voice stayed perfectly neutral, even if the tiny smile lingering on your lips completely ruined the act.
a muffled whine escaped him as he slumped even farther into his chair. a pout settled on his face beneath an impressively deep frown.
he looked exactly like a grumpy cat that had just been denied attention.
"you're mean to me sometimes," he admitted, sounding almost childishly offended.
and yet, despite the complaint, a rush of heat shot straight through his body the second you glanced up for just a moment and laughed quietly to yourself.
"if you're bored, find something to do, jisung."
he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, letting both hands rest on his thighs. his lips parted as he searched for something clever to say or maybe enough words to beg for a second of your attention.
"i... wanna do something..." he hesitated, already regretting saying it. "b-but it depends on you."
you spared him another brief glance, studying his nervous expression as though looking for some clue about whatever it was that had him trembling in anticipation.
you raised an eyebrow curiously before turning your attention back to the screen again, like it wasn't all that important.
"what do you want, jisung?"
silence immediately settled between you.
jisung opened his mouth and closed it, then sighed in defeat all over again. he tried to organize his thoughts, but his mind kept circling back to the ache between his legs from simply having you sitting a few feet away.
your expression shifted ever so slightly when you noticed how much he was struggling with whatever was running through his head.
and there was something deeply satisfying about realizing he'd gotten so hopelessly lost in you that he couldn't even put into words the exact thing you'd been waiting all afternoon for him to ask.
"i just..." he rubbed the back of his neck. "...c-can i... do something for you?"
you paused the game, setting the console aside before finally looking at him properly. a slow smile spread across your face. not mocking, not surprised.
the smile of someone whose suspicions had just been confirmed.
"come here,â you patted the mattress beside you.
jisung was already on his feet before he'd even fully processed the command, making your smile widen just a little more.
only seconds later he was kneeling on the bed in front of you, cheeks burning bright red, hair thoroughly messed up from running his fingers through it all evening, those huge puppy eyes fixed on your face as he waited.
that devoted look did dangerous things to you. you felt heat bloom low in your stomach as you watched him struggle to keep his eyes on your face.
you spread your bent legs a little wider on the mattress, giving jisung a better view. your skirt rode up just enough that nothing stood in his way anymore.
his eyes dropped almost instinctively before meeting yours again. the blush slowly spread across his cheeks, tinting even the tips of his ears, and he swallowed hard. his expression tightened when another pulse of arousal shot through him at the mere thought of touching you.
"if you want it that badly..." you settled more comfortably against the pillows. "quit dancing around it and do what you came here to ask for."
his eyes immediately found yours again. you knew he was silently thanking you, completely stunned, unable to put together a single coherent thought now that his brain had practically melted under the weight of everything he was feeling.
his trembling fingers brushed against your legs, gently stroking your warm, soft skin. then he settled both hands carefully over your thighs.
"i-i'm sorry... c-can you spread your legs a little bit more... p-please?" his voice came out quiet, shaky, completely lost.
you obeyed slowly, never once breaking eye contact. you grabbed the hem of your skirt and lifted it all the way up while spreading your legs until your knees brushed against the mattress.
and jisung didn't waste another second.
he leaned down until his face hovered only inches away from your warmth, letting out a shaky breath against you. a shiver raced through your body, drawing a soft whimper from your lips.
his fingers dug a little deeper into your smooth skin, partly to keep you where you were and partly because he needed something to hold onto before he completely lost the little sanity he had left.
that resolve shattered the moment his thumb brushed over your panties and immediately felt the dampness soaking through the fabric.
his head snapped up, his wide doe eyes sparkled with pure disbelief. the air caught in his lungs as he slowly stroked over the damp fabric before clumsily pushing your panties aside with barely concealed desperation.
"c-calm down, hannie..."
you breathed unevenly, your brows knitting together slightly.
but he couldn't, not anymore. he buried himself between your thighs before he could stop himself. a high-pitched moan echoed through the room the instant his tongue dragged desperately through your wet folds.
your hands immediately found his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands before giving them a gentle tug.
"i told you to calm down, d-damn it,â your voice came out strained with pleasure.
he ignored you completely. instead, he sank in even deeper, licking and sucking at your entrance with a hunger that looked ready to consume him whole.
you could feel every warm breath against your cunt. his tongue worked like it was his last meal. his lips wrapped around your clit and his muffled moans vibrated straight through you.
"so good..." he barely pulled away enough to whisper it, his voice rough. "mmmh- do you like it, jagi?"
you nodded immediately, tugging on his hair once more as another wave of pleasure rolled through you.
moans spilled helplessly into your palm, your eyes rolling back as jisung found the perfect rhythm between pushing his tongue inside you and worshipping your clit with those swollen lips.
it was absolutely fucking with your head. unable to fight the heat building violently in your stomach any longer, your hips started moving instinctively against his mouth.
you were practically fucking his face, and all he could do was bury himself even deeper against you, chasing nothing but the chance to please you until the very last second.
his face was completely flushed, sweat beginning to bead across his skin while spit dripped from his chin. his glasses had fogged up and slipped crooked on his nose.
âneed you to come on my face, p-pleaseâŚ,â he begged between shaky breaths, his voice rough and low. âwant it so bad, fuckâŚâ
his grip tightened around your thighs the second he felt you start trembling beneath his touch. you could hear him whine against your pussy, pouring every ounce of himself into making you come without letting himself do it in the process.
carefully, he let go of one of your thighs, bringing his thumb up to rub slow circles over your clit while his mouth kept fucking your entrance, sucking and licking without mercy.
âjisung, wait, sâtoo muchâŚâ you whimpered between tiny sobs. âmâgonna come-â
you felt him shudder violently at your words, never slowing down even as his swollen lips were starting to go numb.
when the heat finally became unbearable, your mind went blissfully blank. you pushed him harder against your pussy, keeping him there until you came with a guttural moan, barely muffled by the small pillow beneath your head.
âyeah... just like that, just like that,â he murmured through breathless pants.
jisung kept working you through it gently until you had completely come down, your release slowly soaking into the red sheets beneath you. but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. if anything, a proud little smile spread across his face as he looked up at you with nothing but adoration.
while you were still trying to catch your breath, your eyes caught the small wet patch staining the front of his sweatpants. a tiny smile tugged at your lips, making jisung blink in confusion before letting out a helpless whimper when you lightly pressed your foot against the outline of his erection.
âneed more, hannie?â you asked shamelessly, your voice dripping with arousal.
he winced at the painful pleasure, overwhelmed by the desperate need to bury himself inside you, to finally feel you wrapped around him, milking every last bit out of him. the thought alone pulled another quiet whine from his lips.
âif you want something, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart,â you teased.
unable to take it anymore, jisung shoved both his sweatpants and underwear down in one quick motion, kicking them somewhere across the room where they couldn't possibly matter right now. he hissed as the cool air hit his flushed, aching erection.
your gaze settled on him, watching him slowly stroke himself while looking at you with hopeful eyes. you let out a quiet laugh at how utterly pathetic and needy he looked before giving him a small nod.
âgo ahead, jisung.â
an audible whine was all you got in return. his fingers brushed against your wet pussy as he awkwardly lined himself up. he shot you one last nervous glance before pressing his swollen tip against your warm entrance, gasping loudly at the suffocating heat.
you whimpered the moment you felt him pushing inside, his cock slowly stretching you open until the head nudged against your cervix in one smooth thrust. your back arched off the bed, your toes curling as pleasure washed over you.
âoh my god- you're so tight,â he gasped, his voice shaky with disbelief. âi-i could cum right now... shit- you're perfect, made for me...â
jisung buried his face in your shoulder, his breathing uneven. one hand stayed firmly planted on your waist while the other clumsily kneaded one of your breasts, messy and desperate.
âj-jisung...â you whimpered into his ear, feeling his cock twitch inside you. âyou wanna cum inside me...?â you whispered sweetly, your voice barely steady.
jisung let out another broken whine against the pillow beneath you, nodding with burning cheeks. his hips bucked into you on instinct, completely overwhelmed by the warm, wet grip of your pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock.
âoh fuck, yes, baby. you're so warm.â he left a small bite on your shoulder, completely drunk on the feeling. âwanna cum inside you so bad... let me fill you, pleasepleaseplease-â
you whimpered along with him as jisung started thrusting in and out of you over and over again, his movements frantic and completely uncoordinated.
the wet, filthy sound of his hips slamming against your soaked pussy and sliding perfectly back inside filled the room. your nails dug into his back as he kept hitting your cervix over and over, your eyes stinging from how overwhelming it felt.
âgod, you're so- fuck- can't stop, s'too much,â he whined, his voice cracking into something high-pitched and broken.
his pace only got faster, pulling all the way out before driving himself deep inside you again and again. your muffled moans against the pillow blended with his desperate noises and the incoherent curses spilling from his lips.
âoh god, wanna stay buried in your pussy, fuck you like this every day,â he mumbled against your damp skin, panting, completely gone. âholy shit, baby... i'm- i'm gonna-â
âyou're doing so good, hannie...â you whispered, your mind hazy and your throat sore from all the moaning. âdo it. please... come inside me. fill me completely-â
his hips fell into a shaky rhythm, every thrust messy but deep. his hands grabbed at your breasts needily, mesmerized by the way they bounced every time he pushed back inside you. he felt completely dizzy, hopelessly overstimulated by how perfect you looked taking him.
âbabe, m'gonna-â
his cock twitched inside you, pulsing. jisung's fingers dug into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he came hard inside you, filling you little by little. it was a heavy load, more than you could fully take, and you could feel it slowly spilling back out, coating both of you in the process.
the room settled into a comfortable silence, heavy but warm. you could feel your muscles slowly unclench, your heartbeat finally beginning to slow, sleep already creeping in around the edges.
jisung was practically lying on top of you. not gracefully, not even romantically. or maybe it was romantic. he just seemed physically incapable of existing more than a few inches away from you, like he'd actually die of sadness if he had to.
one arm stayed wrapped around your waist while he buried his face into your shoulder, completely relaxed. you could feel his fingers lazily combing through your hair.
he honestly looked like a cat that had finally found the perfect spot to nap.
âyou're crushing me,â you mumbled, even though your voice came out soft, almost fond.
jisung didn't move an inch, still absentmindedly stroking your hair.
âmhm,â he hummed, letting out a peaceful sigh. âi love you so much, y'know?â
he lifted his head just enough to look you in the eyes. his hair was a complete mess, his glasses halfway down his nose, and the most ridiculously happy expression had taken over his face.
you stayed quiet for a second, feeling warmth spread across your cheeks at something so simple and somehow so meaningful. you reached up to smooth his hair back before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
âyou're so clingy,â you whispered against his mouth, smiling when he let out a tiny, offended little noise.
he immediately tucked his face back into your shoulder again, shifting just enough to make sure his still-sleepy body weight wasn't bothering you too much. he looked completely unbothered, like your teasing had stopped getting to him.
âi love you too, jisung,â you whispered into his ear, your voice quiet but certain.
your nails began tracing slow, familiar patterns across his back, exactly the way you knew he loved. you could've sworn you heard something dangerously close to a purr every time your fingers brushed over his skin. he left a couple lazy kisses against you before letting out the softest laugh, ridiculously happy over something as simple as those four little words.
and for the first time all afternoon, jisung looked completely, utterly satisfied. and not because he'd won anything, but because, after chasing it all day he finally had exactly what he'd been looking for from the very beginning: you.
cws: smut, unprotected sex (I planned this to be protected, I SWEAR), fingering, riding, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), squirting, cum eating, throatfucking, love confessions, a bit of fluff, virgin!Reader, virginity loss, virginity kink, corruption kink but with a twist, dom!Lee Know, service top!Lee Know
word count: 6686
summary: minho was the perfect boyfriend - sweet, caring but with a deep dark desire inside of him. When he finds out youâre so inexperienced, he canât hold it back anymore
a/n: I actually had this idea for so long now and it was sitting in my drafts halfway done for literal months! Iâm so glad I can finally present it to you
Your relationship with Minho had been effortless, almost perfect even.
He was considerate, a sweetie behind his sometimes stoic nature. He was a true gentleman, kind, caring and got along well with your family.
And well, you would probably describe his whole being as endearing.
He hugged you while he was asleep, pulling you against his chest, but would deny doing that the next morning.
He made you a cup of coffee first thing after getting up, even before he got the first sip himself, he would bring it to you when you refused to get up early.
He kissed you goodbye before heading to practice, lingering breaths left on your skin, his scent still burnt into your memory.
He texted you in every break, sending you a quick pic because he knew you were interested in his work.
He brought your favorite snacks with him when he came back home, telling you he thought you probably craved it all day.
But what you didnât know about him were his desires deep down. When you smiled at him, eyes literally lighting up as soon as he did one of these things, there were these thoughts that almost plagued him.
When he held you close at night, his thoughts drifted off to a space where he imagined him pinning you down underneath him and fuck you into the mattress until you couldnât speak, think or walk properly anymore.
When he made you breakfast in bed, there was this weird itch he had and it could only be properly smothered if he would fuck your face first thing in the morning instead.
When he kissed you before heading off to work, he always fantasized about pushing you against the wall and making you watch him ruin you all over in the broad mirror in the hallway.
When he sent you a selfie of him when he had a few minutes for himself, he had to fight the urge to facetime you and order you to show yourself to him in your entirety while he talked you through an orgasm.
When he stepped into your apartment in the evening, he wanted to jump at you so badly, his whole body screaming for him to bend you over the nearest surface.
But he did none of these things because he was kinda afraid to scare you off with it. Not all of his thoughts were that dark but all of them were full of filth. The two of you hadnât been intimate yet, although your relationship was so fulfilling. It just hadnât been the right time yet.
But in this very moment, your snuggle session on the couch while watching a movie had turned to him leaning over to you, kissing you slowly.
Your hands were so cutely braced against his chest, not shoving him away but feeling him. God, he really wanted to eat you whole - or eat you out, whatever happened first.
He moved his lips against yours, hand at the back of your neck to hold you in place like this. It wasnât possessive, but firm and wanting. You let him, your heart fluttering and your stomach flipping out of excitement.
Minhos other hand ran up your thigh, squeezing your leg there before he cupped your core. Just for a second though, because your surprised gasp seemed to wake him out of his trance and he ended the kiss abruptly.
With his hands leaving you and him scooting away an inch, you felt your whole body tense up because of the loss of touch. This has been new but you wanted more, goosebumps formed on your skin.
âSorry, I- uhhmm.. got a bit carried awayâ.
He looked at you so apologetically, shifting in his position as if it suddenly was uncomfortable to sit on the couch. You tilted your head in confusion, while in reality, he had to internally admit that the little sound you made just went straight to his cock.
âI liked itâ, you finally said, voice trembling more than you had anticipated.
His face turned back to you.
âYou did?â, he asked.
You fidgeted with your fingers in your lap, his gaze made your body heat up. You felt weird, but in a good way.
âSo- you want me to continue?â.
There was a pause, dead silence hung thick in the air between you. Your heart was so loud in your chest, it was the only thing you were hearing right now. You were nervous, but you knew this was right. Maybe you should have told him your secret sooner, though. You werenât just inexperienced, you had no experience at all.
With your next nod, Minho immediately pulled you towards him, guiding you to sit on his lap and straddle him. You couldnât describe the sensation, everything was so new and scary, but so good. Minho on the other hand felt like he was hitting the jackpot, he knew he possibly couldnât indulge in all of his desires, but finally having the person he loved - yes, he indeed loved you - on top of him, was better than he had dreamed.
His hands were wrapped around your waist now, fingers digging into your flesh as he applied pressure to your form, urging you to move on top of him. But well, you were clueless, clumsy. You didnât know what to do.
âMove, Jagi. Pleaseâ, his voice was broken, he wanted to pull your face down to kiss you, but your breathing hitched - he stopped.
âI donât know howâ.
At first, he didnât really know how to react to that, he just looked up to you.
âIâve never done something like that beforeâ, you quietly admitted, avoiding eye contact, âIâm- uhmmâ.
You felt tears already forming in your eyes so you squeezed them shut. It was embarrassing, you thought, and it probably weirded him out.
But poor Minho just tried so hard to sort his thoughts because oh my god, he could be your first. It was scaring him, to be honest. He wanted your first time to be something you would happily look back to. But deep inside, something told him to taint you. To ruin you for everyone else. To make you his own forever.
His silence was making you anxious and the tears started rolling. The sting in your chest was humbling, you felt incredibly dumb that you let this get so close to you. You couldnât stop it even if you tried, but when you tried to get off of him, his grip just got stronger.
âNo no no no. Donât cry, Jagiâ, his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have pressured youâ.
You froze, your heart beating against your ribcage relentlessly.
âYouâre not.. appalled by the fact Iâm a virgin?â.
Oh god, you said it. He wanted to hiss, to moan, to press you down onto his cock, to rip off all of your clothes at this instant.
He needed to take a breath, all of these thoughts were not helping in his wish to make you feel as best as possible.
âNo, of course notâ, he said, voice as calm as he could muster, âJust under pressureâ.
Although your body was still shivering and you couldnât yet stop your sobs, his gentle and soft expression was soothing, so you leaned against him in need of the comfort he was trying to provide.
âWhat do you mean?â.
His hand moved to the back of your head, slowly stroking your hair.
âWell, the first time can be- a bit much? I wouldnât want you to get overwhelmed by me accidentally hurting youâ.
He still was just being a sweetheart, face nuzzling into your neck, placing a careless kiss there. It sent a little spark down your spine, letting something bloom inside you. You started thinking. You liked how he had touched you, even with clothes on. He was so considerate, immediately stopping when you felt uncomfortable.
You were sure he would be the right one, you were sure that he would take care of you.
âI want itâ, you whispered, âWith youâ.
He flinched, physically jolted and made a noise you couldnât quite understand the meaning of, but when you sat up, you saw his pupils dilate. He trembled, whole body vibrating, his lips were parted.
Minho looked incredibly hot like this, more than he usually did. You smiled through the anxiety, raising a hand to stroke the hair out of his face.
âBut youâll have to guide meâ.
It seemed like he wanted to say something, but no word came out, his fingers scrunched up the fabric of your hoodie.
âAre you sure?â, he asked softly.
You nodded, cupping his face gently, there was no hesitation. Sure, you were a bit afraid, nervous, curious, but you didnât hesitate a second.
âYou need to tell me what you like, okay? And give me a sign when anything feels offâ, he said, hands gliding back down and resting on your hips, âAnd weâre only going as far as you feel likeâ.
It was so endearing, how nervous he seemed to be as well. He was lucky you couldnât read his mind, because he was so fucking scared he couldnât resist. He was scared he couldnât fight the urge to choke you, to pull your hair, to throatfuck you, to humiliate you, to use words he would later regret. Scaring you away was the last thing he wanted but god, the idea of being your first and sculpting you the way he liked was so tempting. And he hated how toxic that sounded.
âI trust youâ.
âI trust you, tooâ, he sighed.
It felt like a love confession, something that also didnât happen out loud in your relationship. But it made your heart flutter either way.
âYou want me to show you how to move- on.. top of me?â, his gaze was strong, you felt something inside you tighten involuntarily at it.
You nodded, his grip on you getting a bit tighter. Minho took a deep breath.
âOkay, with clothes on itâs- itâs about the frictionâ, he explained and pushed you away a bit, but pulled you back in quickly after that, âHow does that feel?â.
The fabric of your jeans rubbed over your clit like this, your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling. It was unfamiliar, but it pulled a little mewl out of you.
âGoodâ, you managed to get out.
âYou can also like- move like thisâ, his hands guided you to gyrate your hips.
Oh, that was even better. The sensation was making you dizzy, you let your head fall back, hands on his shoulders gripping the fabric of his shirt harshly until your knuckles turned white.
You could feel him getting harder underneath you and it empowered you, it encouraged you to try and move a bit on your own.
âYeah, just like that-â, he gasped through gritted teeth, clasping you desperately, âKiss meâ.
You leaned forward, connecting your lips and sighing in relief. The kiss was cautious at first, the both of you holding back before he sat up a bit, his erection bumping into your clit like this. You moaned at the same time and he used the opportunity to let his tongue swipe in between your lips.
It was oddly addicting, his taste so sweet that you immediately wanted more as soon as your tongues touched.
His hands bunched up your hoodie to touch your bare skin on your waist. The contact made you arch your back and break the kiss involuntarily. Minho hummed, shoving the fabric up some more, looking at you in a pleading way and silently asking you to take it off.
You did in a hurry, his hands frantically helping you to pull it over your head. It was discarded somewhere on the floor, completely forgotten. Minho had seen you just in a bra before, but he still looked at you in awe, taking you in and growling quietly. This made you feel confident enough to reach back and unclasp it. Minho died on the inside.
âCan you like- touch me? Like you did before?â, you felt your ears flush at this, newly gained confidence gone in an instant as soon as you had said these words.
He smirked, something mischievous glinting in those pretty eyes. His hands were roaming over your body, enjoying the feeling of your skin. Your breath hitched when his fingers danced over the curve right under your boobs.
âYou did like that, huh, kitten?â.
He froze in his movements. Did he really just call you that? That was a momentarily slip of his deeper desires, he didnât mean to do that. But the way you were still looking at him, so innocent, so precious, it just made sense in his distracted mind. The distraction being you, asking him this while you are sitting on his hardened dick like that. He threatened to fuck up.
But when he saw you nod, something inside him stirred. He stood up, lifting you with him to spread you out on the couch underneath him. There was a bit of hesitation before opening your pants and pulling them off completely. It was exciting, actually a bit scary, to be completely bare in front of him.
âIâll start nice and slow, yeah?â, Minho cooed, âOr- tell me how you like itâ.
âI-â, you hesitated.
And he stopped, before even reaching your thighs properly he had stopped mid movement.
âHave you never touched yourself?â, he asked then, voice dropping.
Once more, you felt humiliated. Not by him, but by yourself. You were an adult, yet, you knew nothing about stuff like this. A slow shake of your head made him move again, still leaning over you, but getting more distance between you to look down at you.
âIâm gonna teach you, yeah? Iâll show you how to make you feel goodâ.
Minho reached for your hand instead, placing it low on your stomach and gently shoved it down some more, your fingertips slightly gracing your folds like this.
âStarting easy, slowâ, he muttered under his breath, dark eyes searching for your gaze and holding it.
He guided you to part them, going deeper so torturously slow. You reached your entrance, feeling the wetness and flushing heavily when you realized.
âGather it, you can push the tip in if you want toâ, he instructed you and you did as you were told, âGood- good girl, use it. Will feel better when itâs wetâ.
You moved your hand up again, touching your clit and jolting immediately. It felt insanely good, little electric shocks and sparks rushing through your body whenever you rubbed your finger over it just slightly.
Minho watched you with an open mouth. You tried setting up a show for him, empowered by the lustful stare he had. He gripped the cushion of the couch, nails digging in. He was holding on for dear life, this was the most sinful scene he had ever witnessed. He wasnât even touching you anymore, you were doing it all by yourself, but you still had him panting heavily.
âHow does it feel, kitten? Tell meâ, his voice was raspy, hoarse.
âItâs- so goodâ, you got out, your body reacting on its own and your hips bucking into your hand.
One of his hands touched you, pinning your hips down onto the couch to keep you in place.
âPush your finger in, slowlyâ.
You did, blindly following his instructions and shoving your middle finger in. You gasped at the intrusion - the sound turning into a whimper as soon as you heard his groan.
âCurl your finger- like thisâ, he showed you and you tried to mimic it, âSearch for the spot. Go in deeperâ.
You were so clumsy, not really knowing what he meant. You tried to, you really did, but failed miserably.
âMin-â.
âYou want me to find it?â, he asked gently.
And you nodded. God, why did you nod? Minho was shivering, he was about to combust just by watching you eagerly trying to find your g-spot and now he had to do the same? Fuck.
But he couldnât deny it to you now. Not with those pleading eyes. He sighed, his hand moving once you removed your own, your legs instinctively spreading wider for him. Minho had to bite his lip to keep his mouth shut - fearing he would drool if he didnât.
He let his fingers slide through your juices, coating his fingers thoroughly before pushing one of them in. Your back arched off almost immediately. This felt so much better than your own attempt, your lack of experience once more humiliating you.
Minho was knuckles deep in, turning his wrist and- you moaned so loud, he thought he would cum into his pants if you did that again. He obviously had found it, your legs shaking at the intense feeling.
âOh god-â, you choked.
You tried to memorize his movements, tried to picture what he was doing inside of you - but your brain stopped working for good.
âFeels good, yeah?â, he had the audacity to stroke the spot with the tip of his finger, pushing into it and bully your nerves with it.
âMin-â, all you could say was his name and damn, he loved it.
His mind drifted off. This wasnât enough. He needed more. And when you even begged for more without him needing to say something, he felt like he was on cloud nine.
âWhat do you want, kitten? Another finger? Or my tongue? Youâd let me taste you?â.
He hadnât planned on suggesting things by himself. He wanted you to have the reins so nothing out of your comfort zone happened, but he couldnât keep his mouth shut. This was everything he had ever dreamed of.
âTaste me? How?â, your voice was so shaky, so innocent.
Minho hummed, his thumb gently pressing onto your clit. Your hands shot forward, gripping his arm, but he didnât budge. He rubbed quick little circles onto your clit with utmost care - the strong pull in your stomach made you moan again.
âI can eat you out, if you want me toâ.
âHuh?â, you asked, mind still empty.
He grinned, he couldnât stop anymore. He was addicted to the power he had over you.
âYou want me to do this with my tongue?â, he tried again.
âHuh?â.
God, he had you this dumb with just his fingers? He was in heaven.
âI need you to say yes or noâ, he mused, he wasnât even able to fight off the next sentence, âOr Iâll stopâ.
âYes-â, you thrashed, squirming because of the sensation, âDo it, pleaseâ.
Minho had to hold his breath for a second, composing himself. He just froze before he removed his hands from you completely. And for a moment, you thought you had said something wrong. But he sank down on his stomach, hands gripping the outside of your thighs to press you closer.
Minho took his sweet time with it, leaning in and letting his nose slide through your wetness, eyes not leaving you for a second. Honestly, he never had looked better than in this moment - between your legs, pupils so heavily dilated and vibrating from sheer lust overwhelming him.
You noticed how embarrassingly fast you were breathing, your bare chest heaving quickly and glistening in a thin layer of sweat.
He kissed the spot right above your clit, going deeper, caressing your folds very gently before darting his tongue out. He was easing you into the sensation, letting his tongue ghost over your skin before he gave your entrance a soft and short lick.
âRelax, kittenâ, his voice was a low rumble that vibrated through your whole body.
Minho was fighting for his life right now, but he tried to keep himself grounded. He tried to be slow, to be gentle. But all he wanted was to devour you, fuck your pussy with his tongue and drive you into overstimulation. This was torture for him.
And it got harder the more sounds fell out of your mouth - he got bold enough to rub his nose along the sensitive bundle of nerves before latching his mouth onto it.
You jolted, hard. He definitely knew what he was doing, alternating between licking flat stripes over it and sucking your clit into his mouth and making you wail heavily.
There was a strong pressure in your pelvis, an unfamiliar tug that let your legs shake uncontrollably around his head. He relished in your reactions, your sounds, being completely lost in it. One of his hands left your thighs, his middle finger finding your entrance in no time to push in gently.
âMin- hahh- Minho, wait-â, your fingers entangled in his hair and you didnât know if you wanted to pull him off or urge him closer in between your legs, âI- feels weirdâ.
âOhh-â, Minho groaned, only momentarily being able to detach his mouth from your dripping pussy, âYouâre close already? Fuck- this gonna be your first orgasm?â.
You nodded weakly. You were still thankful he wasnât weirded out by the fact you were so inexperienced. It only spurred him on to make you feel even better, to give you the best release youâll ever have and love to think back to it.
He inserted another finger, pulling them out and fucking them back in gently but quickly. The pull in your lower stomach made you gasp out in shock and you wanted to close your legs instinctively, but he held them open, a strong hand even pushing one of them up a bit.
âDonât worry, kitten. I got you. Just relax and let go for me, yeah?â, he muttered, licking up from your entrance to your most sensitive spot, âCum all over my face, jagiâ.
You couldnât stop the explosion of built up anticipation, the knot in your stomach ripped apart with a blinding force and you lost control over your body completely. You seized up, eyes rolling back into your skull and god no, you werenât moaning anymore. You were screaming his name so loudly, it echoed off the walls, pulling at his hair so harshly, you could hear him grunt and hiss both in pleasure and pain whenever you needed to gasp for air.
His fingers continued to fuck into you, pulling the orgasm into an excruciating length. You gushed around them, soaking the sheets beneath you and Minho was more than happy to lap it all up as if it was the best meal he ever had.
âFuckâ, he grunted, still not done, still too fixed onto your used pussy, âThatâs it, kitten. Good fucking girl for meâ.
It was too much, you were so sensitive. You weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to signal him to give you a break. It worked, he slowly snapped out of his daze, but it was so hard to do so. Minho really had to remind himself to keep it easy, to not overwhelm you too much, but he needed more than that.
His heart and cock ached all the same for you, he wished he could manhandle you onto your knees and-
God, he had to stop thinking about it.
He retracted his fingers, shivering. Your ears probably turned beet red when you saw his glistening face, some of your mess still dripping from his chin. There was a smug grin on his wet lips when he noticed, he leaned back over you, face hovering over yours.
âYou want a taste, huh? Admiring your work?â.
He kissed you, his tongue swiping over your lower lip and prying your mouth open with it. You gasped heavily, your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling him in deeper.
Minho groaned, he couldnât help it. He needed relief so badly and you were there, fully naked right there underneath him. Your soft body so close, full on display.
He rocked his hips forward once, just once. And he was gone. Another groan from him, muffled by your own mouth. It just felt so good, he pressed his twitching cock against your core over and over again, thinking about how it would possibly feel like to sink into your tight heat. How it would feel like when he pinned you down. How it would feel to fold you in half just to hear you scream his name like that again.
âMin-â.
âHuh?â, he made.
He forced himself to still, but his whole body was vibrating. He really hoped you wanted to tell him that you needed a break. Or wanted to stop right there. He wouldnât be able to control himself if you kept this pace up.
âCan I touch you now?â, you asked reluctantly.
Minhos brain short circuited.
âYou- why?â.
âI donât know- I want to make you feel goodâ, you said, your hands settling in his shoulders, âBut youâll have to show me howâ.
Minho was about to burst. You were so innocent, adorable. He sighed deeply, sitting back against the backrest.
You crawled over to him, but instead decided to get up and kneel on the floor in between his spread legs to have better access. This would be Minhos downfall, he knew it. The way you looked up at him so patiently, waiting for him to guide you.
The bulge of his cock pressing against his pants was impressive, you thought. You reached for it, cautiously wrapping your fingers around the curve.
âOhh- fuck-â, he gasped.
You werenât even properly touching him, no skin on skin. But it was enough to make him lean back, slump against the cushions and let his mouth hang open.
Your eyes were watching him attentively, searching for any kind of discomfort you would make him feel with your lack of experience. But you could clearly see he found that endearing. His gaze was so fondly yet so lustful, every little hesitating twitch of your fingers made him gasp.
For the first time this evening, you noticed that Minho was turned on by it. And that changed everything for you.
âCan I pull it out?â, you asked, tilting your head.
He nodded, his fingers digging into the couch on each side of him.
Just like he did, your actions were slow. You remembered how exciting the anticipation had felt and you wanted him to experience the same. And Minho loved how bold you were with it, how much courage you seemed to muster, but also how you seemed to get behind the things he liked.
You unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. You were still nervous, you had to bite your tongue slightly before you reached into his boxer briefs while pulling the waistband down a bit. Minho lifted his hips to help you, gasping softly when you finally touched him.
It was a bit intimidating to see his cock up close. He was hard, in a deep red color and a drop of liquid was already daring to drip down.
âYou can- wrap your hand around it. Gentleâ, Minho said, taking your hand into his to guide your fingers around it.
You squeezed him once, earning a hiss from him. He bucked his hips up, couldnât stop himself from tucking into your hand with leisure and shallow little thrusts.
âFuck- sorryâ, he groaned, âMove your hand, yeah? You can twist it a littleâ.
He moved with you, showing you how he liked it, but let his hand fall to his side when you slowly got the hang of it. Seeing him falling apart like this probably was the hottest thing youâve ever seen in your life. Minho let his head fall back, every breath he took shaking and in uncontrolled gasps.
âDoes that feel good?â, you asked.
Minho grinned, laughing a bit hoarsely.
You really knew what you were doing to him. You knew and you were teasing him. Little brat.
âFeels amazing, kittenâ, he huffed, âWanna taste it?â.
Minho hadnât planned on asking you that - he hadnât planned any of it. But he could see that little mischievous glint in your eyes. He wondered what made you so bold, although you had no experience. Either way, this was a dream come true for him.
âYouâd let me?â, your head tilted a bit.
Minho wanted to bite his fist.
You leaned in, darting your tongue out to lap up the drop of pre cum.
God, how was he supposed to stop himself from fucking your mouth like this? You were so hesitant and unsure, but you still kissed the tip of his cock and licked over it so slowly, his eyes rolled back into his skull.
âFuck-â, it was barely a sound, muttered under his breath.
âTell me what feels goodâ, you demanded, your hand still on his base.
âHahh- just- take it into your mouth firstâ.
You parted your lips obediently, sinking down and taking him inch by inch. Minho trembled, digging his fingers deep into the cushions to fight the urge to grab your head and hold it in place to fuck you into the wet heat.
âWe can try that if you want toâ, you said, âWhy not?â.
Oh god.
Did he really just say that out loud?
âI- noâ, Minho stuttered, but couldnât contain the next groan when you licked the underside of his cock up to the head.
âI trust you, babyâ, you said again.
âDonâtâ, he laughed, âI donât think I could handle this if you let meâ.
There was a little whimper on his lips when you sucked on the tip for a second, that urged you to take his hand - pry it off the cushions to guide it to your cheek.
âI want you to show me how to properly do it. Show me exactly how you want it, Minâ.
âFuck- but- you gotta-â, he couldnât control his body, his hand slipping to the back of your head before he roughly thrusted up into your mouth.
You gagged around his length, but still found a lot of appeal in the feeling of it reaching so far inside, you could feel it hitting the back of your throat. Minho groaned with a very broken sound.
âSorry, kitten, it just feels so-â.
Should he do it again? Damn, it felt so good, but-
âDo it againâ, you gasped.
Something snapped inside of Minho. He felt it. You did too. You saw it in his eyes, the way he stared down at you - he held his breath, there was silence for a second.
Then, his other hand crept towards you, fingers gripping your hair to push your head all the way down once, twice. He grunted again.
âFuck, take it thenâ.
Your hands grabbed his thighs, bracing yourself. Although you were struggling, trying hard to keep your body as slack as possible so he could push you down whenever he liked it - you couldnât deny how hot this was.
Minhos face was scrunched up in the darkest and deepest form of pleasure, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded as he moaned loudly every time you gasped. You felt your pussy dripping, ruining the carpet underneath you.
âKitten-â, Minho cooed breathlessly, âIf I had known your pretty mouth takes my cock so well- Godâ.
His movements were erratic, frantic, but still had some kind of rhythm in it. It helped you breathe more constantly through your nose and you couldnât hold back your own moans as this scene in front of you was too good to look away unaffected.
He alternated between pushing your head down and pulling it back up by your hair and thrusting up in quick snaps of his hips.
You wondered how his cock would feel like when it was inside your pussy, you imagined it hitting the same spot he had shown you with his fingers - just like it was now hitting your throat every single time.
It was impossible to try and fight the urge to let one of your hands slip in between your legs. It was hard to concentrate and memorize what he had told you, how his fingers had curled inside of you. It was embarrassing how wet you were, your own arousal mixing with his saliva into a sinful liquid that you used to rub over your clit with a more intense feeling.
âYou look so fucked out, kitten. So pretty. You like when I fuck your mouth like this? You like being used for my pleasure?â.
He pulled you up far enough so his cock slipped out of your mouth, a harsh grip angling your head up to look up at him.
âTell me. You enjoy choking on that dick?â, he asked, his thumb gently removing your spit from your lower lip in a heavy contrast to his previous actions.
âYes- I love itâ.
âAre you touching yourself? Getting off to being throatfucked? Am I really turning you into such a filthy slut? Damn-â, he mocked you and your pussy acted accordingly by throbbing against your hand.
You nodded hastily, the friction against your clit felt so good, your mind was so empty.
âYouâd let me cum into your mouth? Be a good girl and swallow it for me?â.
He wasnât afraid of going overboard anymore. Not with your bright grin and enthusiastic nod.
âIâm already close, kitten. Youâre doing so well. Just a little longer, yeah?â, his voice was hoarse but gentle.
You took him back into your mouth by yourself, but proceeded to let him do as he pleased again. His cock twitched heavily and relentlessly against your tongue. The circles on your clit got faster, trying to find the same rhythm he had chosen, but his thrusts were uncontrolled and messy.
The amounts of groans and moans were getting more and more with every passing second, and he was right, he was very close.
One last push on your head, combined with him burying his dick as deep as possible to force his cum down your throat. You gagged, swallowed around him and it only seemed to make his orgasm even more intense.
His grip on your hair was rough, pulling at it to smother down the intense feeling and you were almost finishing yourself when the pain mixed with the pleasure. But he let you breathe as soon as he stopped spilling inside of you, his hands leaving you completely as you came up again.
Minho was certain. You had never looked hotter than in this moment. Your eyes were almost crossing, breathing heavily as his cum was still dripping from your lips.
His cum tasted salty, it was heavy on your tongue, but also kinda addicting. The reminder that you actually managed to make him feel that good.
This has been more than Minho had expected, more than he even dreamed to ever happen. His heart soared, felt light.
âI love youâ, he muttered.
You didnât even hesitate.
âI love you tooâ.
You climbed into his lap without thinking, wrapping your arms around him and pulling close. He was still incredibly hard, pressing against your core and making both of you gasp.
âI love youâ, he whispered again, leaning in some more to kiss you chastely, âI love you so muchâ.
âIâve waited so long for you to say thatâ, you mused, combing his hair back and out of his face.
âI knowâ, his hands wrapped around your waist, gently rubbing you, feeling you, âAnd Iâm sorry about thatâ.
You shook your head, signaling him he didnât need to. You looked at each other and you could clearly see how enamored Minho was. His gaze was so soft, so gentle after what just had happened.
âI want to feel you-â, you said quietly, hands searching for his skin under his shirt, which he quickly discarded, âInside of meâ.
Minhos grin was silly.
âKitten, I donât know if I can last that longâ, he chuckled, âWe donât have to do it right now, you know?â.
But your body and your mind were so certain. You were sure you wanted this. Maybe - it was more of a need than a want. And to be honest, you probably would reach another orgasm very quick as well, you were still all riled up.
âI donât careâ, you said, feeling bold enough to grind down on him and making him gasp in surprise.
âDamn- I really did that to youâ, he shook his head, âLet me get a condom, Iâll be right backâ.
You shook your head.
âI said I wanted to feel youâ.
He swallowed audibly before he groaned. You felt him twitch underneath you, urging you to rock your hips forward - just like he had shown you.
âKitten- I donât know what to sayâ, he huffed.
âDonât say anything- just- fuck meâ.
Your hands came up his chest, reaching for his pecs and letting your nails graze over the skin.
âFuck- youâre going to be the death of meâ, he helped you lifting yourself up, a hand around his cock guided himself to your entrance, âGo slow, yeah? You decide the paceâ.
You nodded, letting him sink in slowly. He hissed, eyes closed in a concentrated and pleasure twisted face. Your heart was loud, you could hear it ring in your ears and it drowned out every other sound - you almost missed Minhos choked out moan.
âGod- you feel- so fucking tightâ, a hand left you, balling into a fist so he could dug his teeth into it, âSlow down-â.
But you didnât even think of it, your pussy sucked him in greedily. It didnât want you to go any slower. You arched your back, the feeling of his cock reaching so deep and dragging against your walls was mind blowing.
âI said fucking slow down-â, his hands squeezed your hips to make you stop right when he bottomed out, âIâm gonna cum- stopâ.
âYou- Minâ, you were already trembling, already on the verge of your release, âYouâre filling me up so goodâ.
The sound he made led to you clenching down on his length. The feeling of his cock stretching you out wasnât even hurtful, it was grounding, intense and breathtaking.
âDonât say shit like that- makes me want to-â.
âDo whatever you want with meâ, you breathed, letting your head fall back while you gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life, âPlease, fuck meâ.
He didnât even answer, he grabbed you and flipped you over - just like he had done it before when you had been in this position. He held himself up on his knees, his hands holding onto the lower part of your hips for leverage. His thrusts were harsh, relentless, but already stuttering.
âMin- hahh-â.
You didnât even know what you wanted to say, but you werenât able to speak either way. He was fucking you into the couch, making it squeak underneath you and punching every thought out of your brain with every snap of his hips.
It sent you over the edge immediately. This orgasm was even more intense, crushing your lungs as you tried to gasp for air.
âFuck- fuck- you wanted this, gonna fill you up, make you mineâ.
His cock was probably bruising your insides, marking you in the best way possible and claiming your pussy for good when he came inside of you with a guttural moan. You felt him twitch as he reached his peak, spilling as deep inside of you as possible and fucking his cum in every crevice of your walls. You whimpered, whined loudly out of overstimulation, but you didnât want him to stop. The waves of endorphins were paralyzing your whole body, every muscle was seizing and relaxing in sync with his thrusts and your heartbeat.
It took him some time to come down, to even realize he was still moving - as if your pussy had entranced him and made him drunk on the sensation.
God, Minho really hoped this wasnât a dream. Because now, when he had you like this once - he would make sure to fulfill every single one of his darkest thoughts. He was certain youâd love it.
warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, kyun sucks his own fingers, choking, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, pet names: âbabeâ, âbabyâ, ânaughty girlâ (all for reader), kyun slaps readerâs ass once
word count: ~1.8k
synopsis: you and your boyfriend discover a kink of yours đ¤
a/n: me while writing this > đŤ¨đŤ¨đŤ¨
posted: october 8, 2023
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âYou really couldnât wait until we got to the shower, huh?â
âIâve been waiting since we left this afternoon, so no. I canât wait any longer,â your words came out half-muffled as your lips pressed kisses to the skin of your boyfriendâs newly-exposed chest. His collarbones, neck, and pecs were getting all the love you could give them, and he couldnât help but smile. You were so desperate for him. He loved when you got like this.
âIf I knew youâd be like this, I wouldâve fucked you before we left.â
You let out a soft whine that had him biting back a laugh. Changkyun had told you he had some quick errands to run which included stopping at his workplace for an hour or so. You offered to tag along, knowing you had nothing else to do for the day. But what you didnât sign up for was being forced to go throughout your entire day watching your boyfriend saunter around in the most simple, yet hottest outfit he could wear. Tattered jeans and a white, sleeveless muscle top that showed off his sides and drooped low enough on his chest to show the top of it. He also had a black beanie that hid his fluffy hair, and to top it all off, a chain that dangled around his neck. There was nothing particularly extravagant about the look, but he looked like a model to you. And you made it very clear to him how much he was turning you on.
The knowing glances. The pointed compliments. The not-so-innocent touches. The lustful confession of how horny he was making you. He had told you in the car to prepare for when you got home, insinuating that he would take care of you during a shower, and you couldnât wait. It all boiled down to you two making it through the front door and instantly pouncing on each other. You had managed to pull off his shirt as you made it into the bedroom, but you just couldnât hold out anymore.
âSo needy,â he smirked.
His eyes closed for a moment as your lips trailed back up his neck and to his jaw. He reached up, clutching your chin to bring your lips to his ravenously. Low, grumbling sounds echoed from his chest as he kissed you. Your waist was pulled in close to his by his other arm, and the next thing you knew your back was against the wall. The back of your head bumped lightly against the hard surface behind you as you continued to make out passionately.
Your hands plucked at his clothes, urging him to strip, or at the very least, free his cock that you needed so badly. And your mouth watered at the sight of it alone. You had seen his length countless times, but it never failed to send arousal pooling between your legs every time. The things it could do to you. The things it has done to you. You were buzzing with anticipation.
âYouâve already got me so hard,â he breathed out, catching your gaze briefly before you both watched your hand beginning to stroke him. Small moans and whimpers of your name graced your ear, making you grin. You loved when he moaned your name.
âGood.â
Your boyfriend bucked into your grip, attempting to get some more friction. His tip was starting to leak with precum just for you, and as it made a mess on your hand, you itched to have him inside of you. Fortunately, Kyun was having the same thoughts.
âTurn around for me.â
No hesitation. In seconds, you had swiveled around, facing the wall of your bedroom. You waited, rather impatiently, hips swaying back a little as if to urge him to enter you already. But all you got was his hands on your ass, rubbing the bare skin before landing one, nice slap against your right cheek.
âKyun-â you warned him, but got a snarky chuckle in response.
âSorry, babe, I couldnât resist.â
âJust fuck me, please,â you whined, âIâve been waiting all day.â
âReally? All day?â he continued to tease you, both verbally and physically, as he pumped his cock behind you. You could feel the head of it bumping against your cheek, leaving behind a spot of wetness on your skin.
âYes, all day,â you had a hint of aggression as you confirmed your horniness yet again, if only for the amusement of your boyfriend. A moan freefell from your parted lips and your body jolted forward slightly at the feeling of his fingers swiping up through your lips, collecting your arousal on his fingertips. He smiled to himself as he brought them up to his mouth, sucking on them.
âJust for me,â he said it, not as a question, but as a statement. He didnât need to ask. He knew it was all for him. It was always for him. Nobody else. âAre you ready?â
âKyun, if you donât fuck me in the next ten seconds-â
âAlright, alright.â
He cut you off, his hands grabbing a stern hold of your hips as he thrusted into you slowly but deeply. You felt your breath escape you in one gasp and you quickly braced yourself, placing your palms against the wall in front of you before you could smash your face against it. Once he knew you were secure, he began pounding into you just how he knew you would want it. Hard. Fast. Deep. Yet, careful. He only thrusted into you as much as he knew you could handle, and he kept it just soft enough that you wouldnât be smushed against the wall in an uncomfortable way. Even when he noticed your breasts getting squished against the hard surface, he made a point to ease you back against his chest.
âHowâs that, baby? Just what you wanted?â
You nodded, fingers gripping but unable to catch anything on the smooth wall while his dick brushed the spot inside of you that you could never reach on your own.
âThis what you wanted all day, huh? For me to fuck you good? You shouldâve just asked.â
His breath tickled your ear, making your head tilt, but he simply nudged your head to the other side before he placed kisses along your neck. Your body continued to bounce with every push of his hips against your ass, and almost every push caused a groan or a whine or a moan of his name to expel itself from your pretty lips. He couldnât get enough. His fingers found homes all over your body, becoming nomads that roamed the terrain of your skin. The curves of your hips. The expanse of your stomach. The valley and swells of your breasts. He cupped them, his cock twitching within your walls as he felt your hard nipples underneath his palms.
âFuck, I love you,â was muffled into the space below your ear before he kissed it. He left more kisses along your shoulder, but paused when he felt that familiar sensation building deep inside of him. His grip on you tightened, his arms restricting you even more than before. One arm wrapped around your midriff while the other snaked closer to your chest.
âKyun, oh my God,â you moaned as his thrusts grew deeper. He was grinding himself almost strategically, his erection hitting you exactly where you needed it. You screwed your eyes shut for a moment as the warning signs of your orgasm appeared. Your heated skin. Your tensing muscles. Your bated breath. The warmth in your tummy.
And it all came crashing over its apex when his hand slid between the valley of your breasts, past your collarbones. His fingers reached up to the column of your throat. You didnât even have a moment to prepare yourself before he was adding pressure to it, causing a small feeling of panic to brew in your mind. It quelled itself soon enough, once you remembered that this was Changkyun. He has never hurt you, and would never hurt you. Still, he had never attempted choking you before, so there was an exhilaration you had never experienced before. You hadnât gone even ten seconds with restricted air before he was letting up again. And by then you had already came.
âDid you like that?â his voice was deeper than before, rumbling with a newfound sense of lust. He didnât mean to choke you. Honestly, he didnât. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he stopped, but he also noticed that you had cameâhard. Your pussy was still clenching around him like crazy when he spoke, âYou naughty girl.â
âStop,â you whined, knowing he was teasing but still feeling a small sliver of humiliation from his words.
âItâs okay. Everyone has kinks. I just didnât think you liked getting choked out,â he reached up with the same hand that had asphyxiated you, tilting your face towards his so he could look you in the eyes. Your noses were merely an inch apart, âYou did like it, didnât you? Cause you came pretty hard.â
âMhm,â you admitted it weakly, but you didnât feel as shameful when he smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips that grew hungrier by the second. He had been still since you came but now he was shallowly and slowly thrusting again. The faintest of whimpers mumbled from your lips as the kiss became sloppier.
âYou want more?â he grunted against your lips, getting an eager nod in response.
A low, animalistic moan from Changkyunâs lips met your whimpers as his hand rested against your neck again. This time the pads of his fingertips felt like heaven as they naturally fell into the dips below your jaw. Your skin felt like velvet under his palms. And when he added just enough pressure, you could hear your heartbeat pumping in your ears louder than ever. Little bursts of white spots sparkled among the black abyss behind your eyelids. You moaned, but no sound came out. You gasped for air, but no oxygen met your lungs. Your walls clenched around your boyfriendâs cock. He shivered as his hips stuttered, and he came inside of you, secretly loving the feeling of both of your climaxes leaking down his balls and your thighs. He lowkey loved making a mess with you. Besides, you were going to join him for round two in the shower anyways.
As he released your throat from his hold, you sucked in a gulp of air, filling your lungs with its necessities. Changkyunâs thumb soothed the space just between your collarbones while he pressed his lips lovingly along the side of your neck, âYouâre so hot.â
Pairing: professor!Changkyun x Reader
Genre: College AU, Smut
Rating: MA it's kyun simp season bitches
Summary: He wasn't wrong when he said you wouldn't even make it back to his place.
Word Count: 1.2k, Request
Warnings: teacher/student relations, language, fingering, vaginal sex, degradation (slut), dacryphilia
A/N: I may have fumbled last year, but not this one! Happy birthday, Kyun! Sorry for taking so long with this request. Recommending Skyline for this. I forced myself to stop because I have other things to work on, but maybe I could come back with a third part...
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âHow much longer till we get there?â
âAbout eight minutes. Why? Isnât this enough for now?â
âThisâ being him having two fingers deep in your cunt, heel of his palm grinding against your clit. Heâd said heâd pull over and fuck you if he couldnât wait yet he seemed calm and collected with one hand on the steering wheel. Meanwhile, your nails were about to tear up his leather seats. The squelching of his fingers pushing in and pulling out nearly drowned out the soft jazz playing through the stereo. Your body trembled when his fingertips brushed over that spot, triggering your thighs to clamp shut and trapping his hand. He chuckled softly and bit his lip, grinding his palm against you a little harder.
âPlease.â You whispered as you took advantage of the moment and worked your hips back and forth, riding his fingers for as long as heâd allow it. Did he really have to look so smug?
âPlease, what?â He glanced at you. âTell me what you need.â
You bit your lip and gently grabbed his wrist. âWanna cum. Need more.â
âCome on. You can waitâwhatâfive more minutes?â
You shook your head and gave him puppy eyes. âPlease donât make me wait. Iâll do whatever you want. Please?â You clenched around his fingers, making your arousal seep out and down the back of his hand.
He hissed. âFuck. Shouldâve known better. This is why I took your panties.â He hit the signal and got over, eyes casing the area for some place dark enough. He spotted a deserted gas station. âCanât take long though, you hear me?â
âYes. I wonât, I swear.â Thrilled that he was actually pulling over, you spread your legs and released his wrist, still rolling your hips driving his long fingers in and out, over that spongy spot that made your brain go all fuzzy. Your eyes fluttered shut as you enjoyed the pleasure. The car came to a stop, and he pulled his hand away.
You opened your eyes right as you heard the click of his seat belt. âFuck. âm so fucking hard, it hurts.â He exhaled hard as he lifted up to get his wallet out of his back pocket. He tore the condom open with his teeth while giving his dick a few strokes with his free hand. âGet over here.â He was reaching for you as he rolled the condom on. You were crawling across the armrest before he could even touch you. He pushed the seat back and turned off the car, dropping the keys into the cup holder. âFuck, baby.â He sighed as you straddled his hips and helped guide him toward your entrance. He started moaning the second the tip was inside, eyes screwed shut as you lifted yourself up and down, taking him in inch by inch until he was completely sheathed in your dripping heat. âMy fucking God, girl. Why does it feel better than before?â
You were on the verge of going feral. âI could ask you the same.â You grabbed the lever on the side of his seat and pushed it back until it touched the backseat. Doing so laid him out underneath you, which gave you space to push his sweater up and reveal those sweet, sweet tats that decorated his chest. He grunted and squeezed your thighs, weakly thrusting up when your cunt squeezed his dick. âShit,â you gasped before leaning down and ghosting your lips over the text inked over his heart.
âLove how that feels, but we donât have timeââ He grabbed your waist and lifted you enough for him to pull out a little, then thrust back in. âGotta make it quick.â Your pout was quickly replaced with wide eyes and an open mouth moaning his name. âCome on, baby. Take it and make yourself cum.â
You nodded and moved your hands to his shoulders, adjusting your knees to take over. Your toes curled the first time you dropped down, shoving his length in deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs. The second time made him close his eyes as he shuddered, making you realize he was just as fucked out as you were. Seeing him like that gave you a little ego boost and the determination to make him cum with you. Biting your lip, you held off on chasing your high, opting to ride him harder, swiveling your hips or clenching whenever you lifted up. He gradually lost his cool, squirming under you and raking his blunt nails across your thighs as his breathing turned choppy. His eyes flew open in a panic. âAre you close? You gottaâIâm gonnaâfuck.â
You merely smiled, not bothering to school the devious look in your eyes. âCum whenever you want.â
A thousand emotions flickered over his face before settling on outrage. âWhenever I want? Youâre the one who couldnât wait five more minutes.â He pushed his sticky fingers coated in your arousal into your mouth. âHorny little slut. Clean them good.â You quickly set to work, sucking and licking each digit until you couldnât taste yourself on his skin anymore. The second you pulled back with a wet pop, his hand went around your throat and pulled you down against him, lips smacking together. âGonna fucking destroy this pussy.â With your arms trapped between your bodies, his hands went to your ass and held on. He adjusted his footing and grip, then thrust up into you hard, a clap of skin echoing in the car. The force was enough to make you yelp and grip his shirt. Satisfied with the change, he kept going, bringing you down on his dick harder and harder until your choppy moans became a long, drawn-out cry. âThatâs it. You can cum whenever you want.â
Tears fell from your eyes at the sheer intensity of your orgasm, legs shaking as you wailed and endured the assault on your g-spot. Yet, he still needed more.
âItâs good, huh? Lemme see you, baby.â He pushed you up enough to see your pretty face wet with tears. âOh, look at that.â He moved his hands to your tits, giving them a squeeze as he continued fucking up into your spasming cunt. âSo pretty when youâre crying and begging for me. SoâŚfuckingâŚâ His hold on your breasts tightened as he came, head tossed back, exposing his beautiful throat as his moan filled the car and his dick throbbed with each spurt of cum in the condom. âFuck.â
The tension drained from your bodies and he let you rest on his chest while you caught your breath. It was oddly intimate, given how it hadnât even been a day since your first fuck, yet neither of you were complaining. Once his heart had calmed down, he gave your ass a gentle pat and rub.
âËâšâĄ changkyun x reader, smut , oral sex, unprotected sex, use of pet names (baby girl), a tiny bit of dirty talk.
âËâšâĄ word count: 1k
âËâšâĄ a/n: wrote this at 2am, so sorry for any grammar errors or spelling mistakes! hope you enjoy!
"on your knees and open your mouth" changkyun said as soon as he closed the front door behind him. you did as he said, got off the kitchen stool and sank to your knees, as he made his way to you.
"you thought sexting me during work wasn't going to get you punished?" he asked, gripping you hair and pulling your head up to look at him.
"oh, i wanted it to get me punished" you said, a smirk pulling at your lips. you grabbed his waist, pulling him closer, as your lips kissed over his clothed cock.
a small groan escaped him. he loved when you acted like a brat during sex. he loved having a reason to shut you up with his cock in your mouth, or fuck you until you couldn't even form a proper sentence.
"can i?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes, hands playing with the waistband of his jeans, he nods. you place another kiss over him, and undo his belt, still pressing kisses over the waistband of his boxers.
changkyun hands stopped you, he stepped out of his jeans, and shoved down his boxers. grabbing his cock, he jerked it a few times, and slapped the tip against your lips a few times. "open up" he says, a smirk pulling his lips. you opened at his command. tongue sticking out as he slid in all the way.
"fuck" he moaned, his hips moving back and forth roughly, not giving you a moment to catch your breath. spit dripped out the sides of your mouth as you deep throated him. âyou look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cockâ he says, thrusting harder, the room filled with wet sounds and your gags. you pull off of him, spit dripping out your mouth and take a deep breath before he thrusts back in. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, signaling that heâs about to come.
âyouâre gonna be a good little brat and swallow it allâ he groans, his thrusts getting sloppier and faster, he stills, his cock touching the back of your throat and holds it there as he comes. his fingers hook on your bottom lip as he pulls out of your mouth and holds it open, taking a look at your cum filled mouth. âbeautifulâ he says, nodding, as he lets go of your mouth so you can swallow. changkyun helps you up, and wipes the corners of your lips with his thumb, sticking it back in your mouth for you to suck.
âcouch now, pants off, thong staysâ he says, pulling you towards the living room and sitting down. you quickly shove off your pants. changkyun pulls you onto of him, pulls your thong to the side and positions the tip of his cock along your entrance. your breathing picks up as he teases you by rubbing the head of his cock along your folds. your hips involuntarily grind against him, and a moan slips past your lips. changkyun holds you still by your waist to stop your movements, hard enough to leave behind marks tomorrow.
âbeg for it, babygirlâ he says, his lips leaving soft kisses along your chest. his hands reach around your back, sneaking under your tank top and pulling it off for you. your nipples harden as the cold air hit you.changkyun placed kisses on the top of your breast, before his tongue stuck out to lick them teasingly. his lips wrapped around you breast, sucking and places kisses. your hand instinctively tangled with his hair as you held his head closer, moans filling throw.
âp-please kyunâ you moans, hips tryinto sink down on him.
âplease what?â He asked, bitting your breasts roughly pulling a small yelp from you.
âplease, put your cock in meâ you beg, your words rushed as your feel your body flood with heat and anticipation. the tip of his cock inside you, but heâs stops you again, holding your hips before you could take more of him.
âyou sound so pretty when you beg like thatâ changkyun says, pushing hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. he bites his lips, places on last kiss along your chest before tilting his hips upwards and slamming roughly inside of you, giving you no time to adjust. ânow work for itâ he says, voice strained, his hands resting behind his head and he leans back, allowing you space to ride him.
wasting no time, you start moving your hips, up and down, painfully slow. he wanted to be a tease? two can play at that game. his deep moans filled the space of the living room. throwing his head back against the couch, his hands resting lazily on your hips. your movements speeding up, the sounds of your heavy breathing, and skin slapping filling your ears. your hands rested on his torso as you sank down, rubbing your clit against him, over and over until your movements grew erratic. changkyun took this as his cue to take control again, his arms wrapping around your torso, holding you against his chest. His hips thrust upwards, the new angle making his cock hit all the right spots.
âright t-there, donât stopâ you moan, hands running through his hair and down his back leaving scratches along his back.
âyou take me so well, like you were made just for meâ changkyun groans, against your throat, his lips leaving lazy kisses.
âshit! please come inside meâ you beg, grinding in sync with his hard thrusts.
âah I see, so you ride me like you hate me but beg me to finish inside of you huh?â changkyun says, his thrusts staying steady, as you closed your eyes, body jerking as your orgasm nears. his cock twisting inside you, and you thrust together rapidly, and he stills, as you both groan in unison. his hot come filling you, as your hips jerk against his as you ride out your orgasm. bodies slick with sweat, he holds you tightly, placing a sloppy kiss on your lips.
âyou and me. round two. showerâ changkyun says, holding you against him, his cock still inside you as he walks you towards the bathroom.
âyou can seriously go againâ you ask, a soft gasp slipping from you, as he hikes you a bit higher in his arms causing his cock to slide out and back in quickly.
âim nowhere near done with youâ he says, kissing your forehead before pulling out and placing you on your feet to opening the bathroom door.
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summary: you're mad your boyfriend doesn't come home straight after getting back from tour
word count: 2k
genre: smut
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, spanking, hair pulling, name calling (slut), lowkey dom!mingi, reader is a brat
A/N: This was written for the amazing @minkieater! This is for the secret admirer fic exchange that was organised by the lovely @everyonewooeverywhere.
To be fair, you were aware that your reaction was unwarranted but you honestly couldn't help it. You hadn't seen your boyfriend in 2 months while he was away on tour, save for the occasional face time, and now that he is back, instead of coming to your apartment immediately and finally fuck you again, he was in his studio. You wouldn't have been this mad if he was actually working on a project but was he? No. How would you know? Well, you just got the notification that he was doing a pop live.
You tuned in, hoping to get at least some kind of indication as to why he was in his studio and not in you. And there he was, handsome as ever. That fucker. You were already craving him more than you thought possible but seeing him in his hoodie, his hair shaggy from running his hand through it, his bare face, and hearing his raspy voice just increased your need for him tenfold. But it also increased your anger.
Because he wasn't talking to atiny about a song or a project, he was chilling. On his couch. Eating. Chatting with atiny like he doesn't have a maddeningly horny girlfriend at home.
Mingi better be ready because by the time you had put your shoes on and closed your door behind you, it was too late to talk yourself out of going there and giving him a piece of your mind. Granted, you were always a bit grumpy and very easy to rile up whenever he was away on tour but you blamed it entirely on the lack of sex with your incredibly hot, incredibly big boyfriend. A girl has needs. And those needs need to be met within the day or there will be a body and it will likely be Mingi.
The drive to his studio hadn't calmed you one bit. If anything, it had made you more pissed because now he had forced you out of your cozy apartment into the evening traffic. If one more person did not bother to use their indicator, you were going to commit vehicular manslaughter and you would use being mad at your boyfriend as cause for temporary insanity. By the time you had parked in front of the familiar KQ building, you had gone over what you were going to say to Mingi twice in your head. Because although you were impulsive and quite mad, stuttering in front of your boyfriend was not an option.
The security guard at the door greeted you like he always did, giving you a smile that did little to calm the storm in your head. But you smiled back anyway because the poor guy working the evening shift was not at fault. You opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator to maybe burn of some of your anger but even that didn't help much. But before you barged into his studio, you checked your phone again to see if he was still love because even if you were mad at your boyfriend, exposing your relationship to fans and messing with his career was not something you would ever do. Seeing that he had ended his live about three minutes before you had gotten here, you shoved your phone in your pocket before grabbing the door handle and barging in.
Mingi sat on his couch and jumped startled as you suddenly burst in but before he could even ask what was wrong you started your angry tirade.
"You little weasel. Two months, Mingi. Two. Months. For two months, all I got from you was late night face time calls, the occasional text and maybe a picture and now that you are finally home - well, you didn't even come home, you went straight here," you scoffed before continuing, "I mean, seriously Mingi, am I that low on your priority list? Obviously I am because why else would you be here, not even working on something but doing a silly little live after atiny had you for two months, instead of coming home to me."
Mingi's face went from shocked to dangerously impassive while you ranted. When you crossed your arms and huffed, he finally spoke, "Are you done?"
Irritation flared up again in your chest.
"No, I'm not done actually," you shot back and threw your jacket on his chair. "Are they prettier? Is that it?"
That had Mingi sitting up, his face still unmoving. "What exactly are you accusing me of?"
You swallowed for a second, knowing that he was mad by the sound of his voice. But your anger still burned in your chest, making you a bit reckless. "Don't play stupid. I see the videos of you on stage, I see the fans. It's not that far-fetched."
He stood up, slowly walking around the table and towards you. You had to tilt your head back to look up at him. Normally, his stony face and broad frame towering over you made you back down but today you were too mad and maybe just in the mood to be a brat so that he would finally give you what you had been craving for two months. So instead of reaching for his face to kiss him, you tilted your chin up and glared at him. "You're not denying it."
Mingi continued walking towards you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall. "Baby, shut the fuck up."
You let out a scoff and crossed your arms, "or what? It's not like you care."
His hand shot up and he gripped your face, tilting it up so he could look into your eyes.
"Don't push me, baby. I've been patient with you."
Your glare didn't falter at his threat, "yeah, so patient that you didn't even come home."
Mingi let out a dry laugh. "You wanna do this, huh? Fine."
He used his hold on your face to pull you from the wall and shove you towards the couch. You caught yourself with your hands as you fell face first onto the couch. You looked back over your shoulder at him as he locked the door and walked over to you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back towards him, your back arching.
"You're a fucking brat today, you know that?"
Before you could reply that it was his fault, he maneuvered you onto your hands and knees on the couch, one hand still gripping your hair.
"I had a plan, you know? I was going to get flowers, draw us a nice bath and take care of you," he roughly pulled your pants down your ass, discovering the pretty red lingerie you had put on, "but you just couldn't wait, huh? You're just a horny slut, always craving more." He emphasized his words with a harsh slap to your ass, pulling a gasp from your lips. He yanked your head back by your hair, putting his lips next to your ear, his voice low as he whispered, "Sluts don't get foreplay but I bet it won't matter, right? You're probably soaked anyway."
You closed your eyes in anticipation while you heard the rustling of his sweatpants falling to the floor.
"You don't get to speak, you don't get to moan and you don't get to look at me. Are we clear?" he demanded, his fingers pulling your underwear to the side. When you didn't respond he gave your hair a rough tug. "I said, are we clear?"
"I thought I wasn't allowed to speak," you quipped back, your anger and horniness making you defiant.
A hard smack landed on your ass, the impact of his hand stinging in the familiar way that you had to miss for two months. "Yes, we're clear," you whined.
You felt his tip at your already dripping entrance and you had to suppress a sigh of relief. You heard him scoff behind you. "Already dripping like the slut I knew you were."
You didn't have to beg him to finally fuck you as he just pushed in, the stretch painful but delicious. But he didn't move yet when he was all the way in, he just leaned forwards, his chest touching your back as the hand that was not in your hair came forwards to grab your throat. He didn't apply any pressure, his huge hand nearly all the way around your throat and his lips at your ear, "So fucking tight. Just like always. Is this what you needed? My big cock stretching your tiny fucking cunt?"
You nodded, biting your lip to keep from moaning. He straightened back up, his hand falling from your throat to grip a handful of your ass.
"Then fuck yourself on my dick."
You almost whined, wanting to tell him to just fuck you. He knew you couldn't do it as well as he did and he was punishing you. With a huff, you straightened your arms on the couch cushion and started to rock back and forth. The friction and the size of him had you almost breathless and you wanted nothing more than to moan his name so loud that the whole building would hear you.
"Is that all you got? Two months of waiting, you would think you would work harder for it," he gave your ass another smack. You swallowed your moan and moved faster, the skin of your ass slapping against his pelvis. "That's my good little slut."
Your thighs burned from the movement but you didn't dare slow down, wanting to please him and relish in the feeling of him finally inside you. You wanted to turn your head, to see the expression on his face but his grip on your hair didn't let you. As you heard him groan behind you, you couldn't help but clench around him. Suddenly, he used his grip on your hair to push your face into the couch cushion, his hips snapping forward.
"Fuck, I missed this cunt," he grunted, "you honestly think I could ever fuck someone else when I already have the best slut? Fuck no." His hips kept moving, pushing you down into the couch more and more with every thrust. You couldn't hold back your moans anymore but your mouth was pressed into the couch, muffling any noise you made. You were close and you knew he could tell by your walls clenching around him and your fingers gripping the cushion, your nails leaving indents in it.
"Are you sorry?" he grit out, his thrusts not slowing down. You whined, just wanting him to make you cum.
"You're not going to cum until you apologize." His fingers went to your clit anyway, making it hard for you to obey him. "Fucking apologize," he groaned, his fingers pinching your clit.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mingi, I'm sorry," you cried, trying so hard to hold back your impending orgasm.
"That's my good girl," he rasped out, rolling your clit between his fingers. Your jaw went slack as your orgasm flooded through you, your legs shaking and the warmth spreading from your lower stomach to your legs and your chest. His thrusts became faster as he chased his own release, his face falling to your shoulder as he finally spilled himself inside you. You both collapsed on the couch, his arms encircling you as he kissed your neck. After a few seconds of both of you catching your breath, he pulled out of you, reaching for tissues on the table to clean you up. He pulled your pants fully off your legs and settled down behind you, tugging you to lay down properly. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke up, "I missed you too, brat."
You let out a tired chuckle and shuffled closer to him, glad to finally be in his arms again. "I'm still mad."
He only hummed at your half-hearted attempt at staying mad, "Sure, baby."
Relationship type: established gfxbf w idol! Bang Chan
Important Contents: still on my hiatus but hi :) I miss writing. But I have no time for it unless its 1 AM or later and I have a good prompt like I had for this one. I found a tweet that said something along these lines and the idea has been stewing for a while and I had to write it out. I hope you like it. :) back to my cave I go...
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After 3 years together, watching Chan perform was still a shock to the system. Watching him was like watching a maestro; it never disappointed. But you combine a man who has the work ethic of a CEO with a shitty, shitty sleep pattern and the result is not favorable to anyone within loving distance. So watching him come through the white doors into the green room, I knew exactly what he would do. He would stop to kiss me and hug me with a smile he always wears no matter how many shows I come to. He would sit down with me and ask how the show was because if he tried to multitask while I gave my thoughts, I knew he wouldnât really be listening. Not because he didnât care what I thought, but because he would be occupied with other things in that lovely mind of his. So after a long discussion after the first 3 shows I came to, he knew he had to sit down, put his phone on the table, and listen. It was the only way I knew how to get his full attention. But this time, it was different.Â
Chan came in sweaty. I liked this about him. He took off his hat and gave it to me and kissed me on the cheek. Weird, I thought. His smile when he saw me never quite reached his eyes. I thought he must be tired from this leg of the tour. That had to be it.Â
After he kissed me, he pulled back and shifted to remove his mic pack. âIâm gonna head to the dressing room. You gonna be okay out here?â His question wasnât out of character for him. His natural concern when it came to me was endearing. But it was the cloud over his head that ignited the instinct in my gut. Something was wrong.Â
âOh, Iâll come with you.â The other guys had come into the dressing room now, all with leftover adrenaline running through their systems. Their excited chatter about the preceding events had them laughing and joking, paying no attention to the hand Chris had held up to stop me from following him.Â
âNo, itâs okay. Iâll only be a few minutes.â He left with a quick glance to the jovial display of his members, making no knowing shakes of the head of disapproval or remarks under his breath. His shoulders slumped as he went through the double doors and into the darkly-lit hallway.Â
âŚThe fuck?
âYo Felix.â The blonde shuffled over, massaging his shoulder and lifting his eyes expectantly. âWhatâs going on?â
âWhaddya mean?â Felixâs brows scooted closer together in confusion as he grabbed a napkin and began to wipe the sweat from them.Â
âChris really hasnât been himself today, has he.â It wasnât really a question because I already knew the answer. Felixâs eyes looked for his leader in the chair across from me - where he normally wouldâve been - then around the room and when he couldnât find him, his gaze returned to me full of apprehension as he shook his head. âDo you know why?â
âI wish I did. He just hides it really well from us.â He shrugged his shoulders. âBastard. Wants us to come to him for all of our problems but when he has them, he wonât tell us.âÂ
âItâs because he doesnât-â
âWant to burden us, I know. And I understood when we were younger but weâre older now. Weâre all older than he was when we started. He can burden us now.â I nodded along with him as he spoke. I knew it all too well because he would do the same thing to me.Â
âHe loves to be noticed.â I stated. âWe all can see that on stage. But he hates to be seen. He still thinks he has to be some sort of pillar that canât move or bend or break. I blame the eldest child mentality.âÂ
The chatter from the other boys had calmed as most of them had left. Now it was just myself and Felix. A shade of guilt crept over me. âIs it weird to be talking about him like this when heâs not around? It feels wrong.âÂ
âHe talks about you all the time when youâre not around. Not in the same light, but itâs just because we care. Itâs not like weâre talking shit.âÂ
âNot yet at least.â I tried to smile at him and he met it with the same level of energy; brief. âIâm gonna try to find him.âÂ
Felix nodded as he started to walk back to his own dressing room. âI need to take this stupid jacket off. Itâs giving me a rash.â That actually did make me chuckle.Â
The hallway felt longer than ever as I tried to find my boyfriend. It was the quietest one, shockingly. I knocked and when he didnât answer, I pried open the door quietly. He wasnât sitting on the couch shoved in the corner of the small room, but the bathroom door was open. Steam was coming out of it, fogging up the rest of the dressing room. And it smelled like the forest-y cleanliness of his body soap. Considering his mood when I last saw him, I thought it best not to approach him like this, no matter how much I wanted to. So I took a spot on the couch and waited. And waited. And waited. The man never took so long. And when he came out fully dressed, he jumped when he saw me sitting there.Â
âJesus, you scared me.âÂ
âYeah, I figured when you just jumped out of your freshly washed body.â I thought a joke might lighten whatever mood he was in. It didnât. He didnât so much as curl his lip.Â
âSorry I took longer than expected. Letâs get to the car before they leave us.â My favorite black hoodie was laying on the couch behind me and I moved to grab it, but he was quicker. He had managed to shoulder his bag and grab the hoodie and walk to the door, holding it open for me as he looked at me expectantly.Â
âYou and I both know they wonât leave us behind. They canât afford it.â I said as I stood from the couch. I held out my hand to take the hoodie from him, take something to hold for him.Â
He gestured to the hallway with his head, wordlessly shoving me in front as we walked down the hall. There was no one in the hallway as we walked to the back doors. A car was waiting to take us back to the hotel and as Chris opened the door for me, I looked at his face again. I looked for that cloud that was hanging over him and I saw it. His shoulders looked heavy and his expression lookedâŚempty. Like he was somewhere else entirely. I didnât get in the car.Â
âWhat is going on with you? Youâve barely said a word to me. Youâve barely looked at me. Did I do something?â
âPlease just get in the car. We can talk about it later.âÂ
âTalk about what?âÂ
âPlease justâŚjust get in the car.â He repeated.Â
I clenched my jaw at the non-answer. âFine.â
We didnât say a word the entire ride home. Which was a long 20 minutes. Chris kept one AirPod in his ear the whole time, knowing I would take the hint that we werenât talking in the car.Â
I didnât wait for him to get out first before I barged out of the car and walked into the hotel. I didnât wait for him -on purpose- in the elevator to go up to our room. I had half a mind to go straight to the front desk and ask for a seperate room if he was going to act like this.Â
He stressed communication very early on in our relationship. He and I were firm believers that the road of healthy relationships was paved with open communication and trust. Every issue I had that I was afraid to voice, he coached me into approaching the subject even when I had no intention of doing so. Every thought or doubt that I had when things were rocky, he would beg me to bring them up so he could settle them.Â
âAre we talking now?â I sat on the bed in frustration as he came in behind me. He set his bag on the bench to unload it and I crossed my arms.Â
âCan I unpack my bag first?â I sighed heavily but said nothing as he meticulously put everything back in its place. He was the very opposite of my Type B, but thatâs why we worked. We balanced each other out. Except now, he was fanning the flames of my irritation. When he placed his hairbrush on the bathroom counter, he placed his bag in the closet and sat down against the headboard. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lap. He sighed. I looked back at him, not ready to commit to turning around fully to look at him dead on.Â
âI heard what you and Felix were talking about.â I felt a pang of that earlier guilt I had mentioned to Felix. âI was really tired and I just wanted to shower but I forgot my phone on the table. So I went back for it and heard him say what he said. And what you said.â I swallowed. âWhat did you mean by that?âÂ
âYouâll have to be more specific.â I said softly, turning away from him. I trained my eyes on the blacked-out TV.Â
âThat I love to be noticed but hate to be seen.âÂ
âI meant just that.â I turned to him to see that his eyes were already on me. They looked sad. âYour job is to be noticed. But when someone really looks at you, you panic.â
âOh.â was all he said in response and he cast his eyes down to his feet.Â
âChris, I just meant-â
âDoes that make me hard to love?â He was looking at everything in the hotel room but me.Â
âChris.â He didnât move. I climbed over to him and removed the pillow from his lap. I sat where it had been, forcing him to look at me. He looked close to tears. âChristopher Bahng Bang whateverthefuck Chan. Bang Christopher Chan. Whatever the hell your name is.â I put my hands on both sides of his face as I laughed through my worry. âLoving you is the easiest thing I have ever done.â He sighed again, this one slightly lighter than the ones earlier in the night. âNothing about you is hard to love. I might get a little annoyed and frustrated that you donât let us in as much as I want you to, but thatâs something we work on. Just like weâve worked on everything else. This love is work, but all love is work. Whoever said love was easy wasnât actually in love. Some days are lighter than others and some are not. That is just how life is sometimes. But loving you has never been hard.â
I moved my hands to his shoulders to curl them around him, but he beat me to it. He leaned forward to fully wrap himself around me and let out a quiet sob he had been holding on to since we left. I ran my fingers through his hair, smoothing it and rubbing his back until he believed me.
â˘Summary: After a devastating accident, you wake up with no memory of the last few years of your lifeâincluding your husband, Jeong Yunho. While he remembers every little detail about you, to you heâs just a stranger. But as he patiently stays by your side, helping you rediscover your life piece by piece, your heart begins to fall for him all over again⌠even if your memories never return.
â˘Genre: Angst, Romance, Slow burn, Fluff
â˘Warnings: None
â˘Word count: 10.7k
The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the sound. A slow, steady beeping filled the quiet room, rhythmic and mechanical, echoing in the back of my head like a distant metronome. My body felt heavy, as if I were sinking into the mattress beneath me. Even lifting my fingers felt like too much effort. The sharp scent of antiseptic hung in the air, making my stomach twist with unease.
My eyelids fluttered open slowly, and the bright white lights above me stung my eyes. Everything felt blurry, as though I were underwater trying to see through rippling glass. Then, a voice cut through the hazeâsoft, hopeful, and strangely terrified. I turned my head toward it, wincing as a dull ache spread across my skull. Shapes gradually came into focus: machines, pale walls, and a chair pulled close beside the bed. And a man.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, leaning forward like heâd been sitting there for hours. His dark hair was slightly messy, and his eyesâwide and shiningâlocked onto me with an intensity that made my chest tighten. Relief washed over his face the moment he saw my eyes open. âYouâre awake,â he breathed. The raw emotion in his voice was overwhelming, like he had been holding his breath for days.
I blinked at him slowly, trying to place the strange stir of familiarity in my chest. He looked⌠familiar, but not in a way I could put into words. My heart seemed to know him even if my mind didnât. He stood quickly, the chair scraping against the floor. âWaitâdonât move,â he said gently. âThe doctor said you might be disoriented.â His voice was steady, warm, but there was a trembling underneath it I could sense.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. âWhat⌠happened?â I asked.
âYou were in an accident,â he said quietly. âA car accident. But youâre okay now. The doctors said youâre going to recover.â The word âaccidentâ echoed in my head. Pieces of nothing filled my mindâblank spaces where memories should have been. I noticed the bandage wrapped around my arm and the IV in my hand, and my unease grew.
The man kept his gaze on me, careful and intense, like he was afraid I might vanish if he looked away. âYou scared us,â he said softly. Us. My stomach twisted. I studied him more closely now: his soft features, his kind eyes, the faint lines of worry etched into his face. Something deep inside me should have clicked. Instead, I drew a blank. ââŚDo I know you?â The words slipped out before I could stop them.
For a moment, he froze. The room felt suddenly silent, the machines beeping a little louder in the stillness. His expression shifted slowly to confusion, disbelief, and then something painfully close to heartbreak. âYouâŚâ he began, his voice trembling. My chest tightened as dread seeped into me. âIâm sorry,â I said quickly. âI justâmy head feels weird, and I canâtââ
The door burst open, and my mother rushed in, followed by a doctor. â(Y/N)!â she gasped, hurrying to my side. Relief softened her features as she gently took my hand. âOh, thank goodness youâre awake. How are you feeling?â âConfused,â I admitted, my voice small. The doctor stepped closer, shining a small light into my eyes. âThatâs normal,â he said. âYou experienced a head injury. Some disorientation is expected.â
I looked back at the tall man. He hadnât moved, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles pale. He stared at me like he was trying to memorize my face all over again. I looked between him and my mother. ââŚWho is he?â My mother hesitated. Just for a second, but it felt like an eternity. Then she glanced at him with sympathy before looking back at me. â(Y/N),â she said gently, brushing a strand of hair from my face, âthatâs your husband.â
The word hit me like a shockwave. Husband. My heart skipped, and my eyes widened as I looked at him. The man I was supposed to know, the one who loved me, smiled softly. But it wasnât a happy smile. It was fragile, like it could shatter at any moment. âHi,â he said quietly. Then, almost as if to anchor himself in the moment, he added, âIâm Jeong Yunho.â
And somehow⌠the way he said my name earlier echoed in my chest, tugging at something I couldnât name. Like it had once meant everything. But nowânow, I didnât remember him at all.
The next morning, I woke to the faint smell of coffee and toast drifting through the room. Sunlight spilled across the hospital bed, warm and golden, but the familiar comfort it should have brought was absent. My body still ached, every movement reminding me of the accident, but it was the man in the corner of the room who made my chest tighten. Yunho. My husband. Someone I was supposed to know⌠but didnât.
He smiled at me as I stirred. âGood morning,â he said softly. There was an awkward hesitation in his tone, like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to speak, or maybe if Iâd remember who he was. I wanted to ask him why he looked so familiar, but my tongue felt thick, my mind foggy.
âI⌠good morning,â I answered cautiously.
He stepped closer, carefully placing a small tray on the bedside table. There was coffee. And toast cut into neat triangles. The little detailsâthe way he had arranged the plate, the way he poured the coffee just the way I liked itâmade something inside me twist. Something that felt like warmth, like recognition without memory.
âI know this might feel strange,â Yunho said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. âI⌠Iâm going to take it slow. I wonât rush you to remember anything. I just⌠I want to be here.â
His voice had a softness to it that made my chest ache. There was an intensity too, an unspoken emotion that lingered beneath his words. Even though I didnât remember him, I felt the pull. My body wanted to trust him, to lean into him, even as my mind screamed that he was a stranger.
We spent hours talking that afternoon, though it barely felt like time had passed at all. Yunho had a way of making the room feel warmer, like the sun had found a permanent spot beside us. He told me things about myselfâsmall, intimate details I didnât remember but that somehow made me feel known.
âThereâs this cute little scrunch thing that you do with your nose when someone irritates you,â he said softly, his lips quirking into a fond smile. I froze for a second, realizing he was rightâI had done that since I was little, a quirk I hadnât thought anyone ever noticed.
âAnd that one time when you cried from reading a romance novel,â he added, voice soft and loving, a little teasing under his tone. I couldnât help but smile, the memory absent but the feeling of it blooming faintly in my chest.
He talked about the little things he loved about me, the ones no one else would notice. How I would hum softly while cooking, how I always ran my fingers along the edge of a book before opening it, how I had a thing for tiny, delicate flowers. Each word he spoke was like a thread, weaving me back into the picture of who I was beforeâand slowly into the man sitting beside me.
And the way he smiled as he talked, eyes shining with love and reverence, made my heart melt in a way I hadnât expected. Even though I couldnât remember him, he remembered everything about meâthe quirks, the habits, the little things that made me, me. And somehow, that made me start to feel something new. Something like⌠falling for him all over again.
I wanted to reach out, to grab his hand, to anchor myself to the warmth and certainty in his gaze. And when I finally did, hesitantly, he held it gently, as if heâd been waiting for that moment his entire life. âYouâre amazing,â he whispered, voice thick with emotion. I didnât remember why, but my chest tightened, and my heart responded, answering him even before my mind could catch up. For a moment neither of us spoke. His hand was warm around mine, larger, steady, careful like he was afraid I might pull away at any second. But I didnât. Instead, I found myself holding on just a little tighter.
Something about him felt right.
Not familiar exactlyâbecause my mind still held nothing when I searched for memories of himâbut safe. Comforting. Like a place my heart recognized even if my thoughts didnât. Yunho seemed to notice the way my fingers curled around his because his breath caught slightly. His eyes flickered down to our hands, then back to my face, almost as if he was afraid this small moment might disappear if he acknowledged it too much.
âYou used to do that,â he said softly. I tilted my head slightly. âDo what?â
âHold my hand like that,â he replied with a small smile. âWhenever you were nervous⌠or when you were thinking too hard about something.â My cheeks warmed faintly. I hadnât even realized I was doing it. âI guess some things donât change,â I murmured.
His smile grew a little, but there was still a quiet sadness behind it. Like he was happy for the moment, but grieving everything I couldnât remember. âIâm glad,â he said quietly. Silence settled between us again, but it wasnât uncomfortable. Outside the window, the late afternoon sun painted the hospital room in soft golden light. I watched the way it caught in his hair, the way his shoulders relaxed slightly now that we were talking. âYou must be really patient,â I said after a moment.
He blinked. âWhy?â
âBecause if my wife didnât remember meâŚâ I hesitated, trying to find the right words. âI think Iâd be a lot more frustrated than you are.â A quiet laugh escaped him. It was warm and soft, the kind of laugh that made my chest flutter for no reason I could explain. âOh, trust me,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âIâm definitely frustrated.â
My eyes widened slightly.
âBut not at you,â he added quickly. âNever at you.â The seriousness in his voice made my heart skip. âIâm justâŚâ He exhaled slowly, searching for the right words. âI miss you.â
The words settled heavily in the quiet room.
I miss you.
For a moment, I didnât know how to respond. The way he said it wasnât dramatic or desperate. It was soft, honestâlike he had been holding those words inside for days and they had finally slipped out. My chest tightened as I watched him, trying to understand the depth of the emotion behind his eyes. I studied his face more carefully now. The faint dark circles under his eyes. The way his shoulders slumped slightly, like exhaustion had finally caught up to him. It looked like he hadnât been sleeping much. Had he really been here the whole time? Sitting beside me, waiting for me to wake up?
âIâm still here,â I said quietly.
The moment the words left my mouth, something flickered across his expressionâhope, relief, and something painful all tangled together. He looked at me like the simple statement meant more than I could understand. âI know,â Yunho murmured gently, but the way he said it made it clear he didnât mean the same thing I did. I was here physically, sitting in front of him, holding his hand. But the version of me he lovedâthe one who shared memories with him, inside jokes, quiet nights, and whispered promisesâthat version of me was gone. At least for now.
His thumb brushed lightly over the back of my hand, a slow, absentminded motion that felt strangely natural. Like it was something he had done a thousand times before. The small touch sent a quiet warmth through me, and for a moment I forgot that I didnât remember him at all. âCan I tell you something?â he asked softly after a moment.
I nodded.
âYou used to hate hospitals,â he said with a small smile. âThe smell, the lights⌠everything. You said they felt too cold.â I wrinkled my nose instinctively. âThey do smell weird,â I admitted.
His smile widened just a little, and something warm spread through my chest seeing it. It felt good making him smile, even if I didnât know why. âYou also used to make me promise something,â he continued. âWhat was that?â His eyes softened as he looked at me, and for a second it felt like the entire room went quiet.
âThat if anything ever happened to you⌠Iâd stay.â
My stomach twisted at his words. I could hear the meaning behind them, the weight of that promise.
âAnd did you?â I asked quietly.
Yunho squeezed my hand gently, his grip warm and steady.
âIâm still here, arenât I?â
Something about the way he said it made my throat tighten. Even without my memories, I could tell one thing with absolute certaintyâhe meant it.
âI guess so,â I said quietly, my fingers absentmindedly fiddling with the ring on his finger. For a moment, Yunho just watched my hand, the small movement making something soft flicker across his face. Then he seemed to make up his mind about something.
âCan I show you something?â he asked, his voice suddenly a little nervous as he fidgeted in his pocket.
I looked up at him and nodded. âOf course.â
He took a slow breath before pulling something out of his pocket. Resting in his palm was a beautiful ring with a small diamond. It wasnât flashy or extravagantâjust simple and elegant in a way that immediately caught my attention.
He held it out quietly in the center of his palm, letting me see it.
âCan I hold it?â I asked cautiously, half preparing myself for him to say no.
âDefinitely,â he said without hesitation.
I carefully took the ring from his hand and turned it between my fingers, studying the way the diamond caught the soft light spilling through the window. It was delicate, almost understated, but there was something incredibly beautiful about it. âThis is beautiful,â I murmured.
Yunho smiled softly, watching me examine it.
âThereâs actually a story behind that ring,â he said.
I glanced up from it, curiosity flickering in my chest. âReally?â
He nodded.
âBefore I started my career, this is all I could really afford,â he explained. âSo of course I was nervous when I proposed to you because it was a small diamond.â His voice held a quiet vulnerability as he spoke, like the memory still made his heart race even now. âBut to my surprise,â he continued with a gentle laugh, âyou loved it so much that you guarded it with your life.â
I looked down at the ring again, a small smile forming on my lips as I imagined it. âThatâs when I knew you were the one,â he finished softly. Something warm spread through my chest at his words. Even though I couldnât remember that moment, I could almost picture it through the way he described it.
I turned the ring slowly between my fingers before looking back at him.
âCan I try it?â I asked.
For a second, Yunho froze. His heart visibly swelled in his chest, the question clearly catching him off guard.
Then he gently took the ring from my fingers.
âOf course,â he murmured.
Carefully, almost reverently, he slid the ring onto my finger.
It fit perfectly.
I lifted my hand slightly, watching the diamond shimmer as the golden rays of the sun streamed through the window. The light caught the stone, making it sparkle softly.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
I stared at the ring resting on my finger, my heart beating a little faster for reasons I couldnât explain. The ring felt warm around my finger, the metal resting against my skin like it had always belonged there. I turned my hand slightly, watching the small diamond catch the sunlight, but my attention kept drifting somewhere else.
My palms were suddenly sweaty.
I wasnât sure why.
A strange nervousness settled in my chest, the kind that made my heartbeat pick up just a little faster. It didnât make sense. All I was doing was sitting here, looking at a ring.
Yet every time my eyes drifted toward Yunho, butterflies stirred in my stomach.
I glanced up at him again without meaning to.
He was watching me carefully, his expression soft and patient, like he was trying to read every tiny reaction on my face. The moment our eyes met, my heart skipped in my chest and I quickly looked back down at my hand.
Why was I so nervous around him?
It wasnât fear. I knew that much. If anything, it was the complete opposite.
Being near him made me feel warm, safe⌠and strangely aware of everything. The quiet room. The sunlight on the floor. The gentle way he stood beside the bed like he didnât want to crowd me but also didnât want to be too far away.
And every time I even remotely looked at him, the butterflies in my stomach only grew stronger.
A few days later, the doctor finally said the words I had been waiting for.
âYouâre well enough to leave.â
The hospital room that had once felt suffocating suddenly seemed lighter. Part of me felt relieved to finally get out of the sterile space, but another part of me felt nervous. Leaving meant returning to a life I didnât remember.
Yunho stood beside the bed while I gathered the few things I had brought with me. He stayed close, like he always did, but not so close that it felt overwhelming. I had started noticing that about himâthe way he gave me space while still making sure I knew he was there.
âReady?â he asked softly.
I looked up at him, my fingers instinctively brushing the ring resting on my finger. The small diamond caught the light, sending a tiny shimmer across the room.
I nodded slowly. âYeah⌠I think so.â
The ride was quiet.
Not awkward, just thoughtful. I spent most of the time staring out the window as the city passed by in a blur of buildings and streetlights. Every now and then I found myself glancing over at Yunho in the driverâs seat. His hands rested comfortably on the steering wheel, his focus steady on the road ahead.
He looked used to this.
Like he had driven this route countless times before.
Eventually the car slowed and pulled into a parking spot in front of a tall apartment building. Yunho turned off the engine but didnât move right away.
âWeâre here,â he said gently.
My stomach fluttered.
âThis isâŚ?â
âOur place,â he finished quietly.
For a moment, I just stared at the building. The word *our* echoed softly in my mind.
Our home.
I followed him inside, my steps slow as we walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door. Yunho pulled a key from his pocket, but before unlocking it, he paused.
âYou donât have to rush anything,â he said quietly. âIf you feel uncomfortable, we can leave anytime.â
His words made my chest tighten.
âOkay,â I whispered.
The door opened with a soft click.
The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside was the warmth. The apartment didnât feel cold or unfamiliar the way I had expected. Instead, it felt lived inâcomfortable in a way that immediately made my shoulders relax.
Then my eyes drifted to the wall.
Photos.
My breath caught.
Dozens of pictures filled the space, scattered across the wall in mismatched frames. I slowly stepped closer, my heart beating faster as I looked at them.
Every photo was of Yunho and me.
Some were silly, the two of us making ridiculous faces at the camera. Others were softer momentsâsitting close together at a restaurant, wrapped up in blankets on the couch, standing under city lights somewhere at night.
In every single picture, we looked happy.
Really happy.
I moved closer, studying one picture where Yunho had his arm around my shoulders while I leaned into him, laughing at something outside the frame.
In another, I was wearing one of his oversized hoodies, my hair messy while he kissed the side of my head.
I didnât remember any of it.
But the way we looked at each otherâŚ
That was real.
âYou put those up,â Yunho said quietly behind me.
I turned slightly, surprised. âI did?â
He nodded, a small smile forming on his face.
âYou said it made the apartment feel more like home.â
My fingers hovered near one of the frames but stopped just short of touching it. I stared at the girl in the photoâthe version of me who looked so comfortable standing beside him.
Something in my chest twisted gently. I looked at the photos again before turning back to him.
âYou must really love her,â I said quietly.
For a moment, Yunho didnât answer. Then he stepped a little closer.
âI do,â he said softly.
His eyes met mine, warm and steady.
âAnd I still do.â I smiled softly.
The room grew quiet as I continued staring at the photos on the wall. Each one showed a moment of a life I couldnât remember, yet somehow it still felt like it belonged to me. My eyes moved slowly from frame to frame, taking in every detail.
âIs it okay if I look around?â I asked softly.
Yunho nodded immediately. âOf course.â
I moved carefully through the apartment, taking small steps as if I were exploring somewhere sacred. The space felt warm and lived in, like it had been filled with laughter and quiet moments for a long time. Eventually, I stopped in front of a partially open door.
Curiosity pulled me forward.
I gently pushed it open and stepped inside.
The room was simple but cozy. A large bed sat in the center, soft blankets folded neatly across it. A television was mounted on the wall, and more photos of Yunho and me were scattered around the room in small frames.
My chest tightened slightly.
This room felt⌠more personal.
I noticed the dresser against the wall and walked over to it. Several perfume bottles sat neatly on top, their glass catching the soft light from the window. Next to them were small pieces of jewelry and hair ties.
Then my eyes drifted to the closets.
One side held womenâs clothesâdresses, sweaters, and shirts hanging neatly. The other held menâs clothing.
My stomach fluttered as the realization settled in.
âIs thisâŚ?â I started quietly.
âOur room,â Yunho finished from behind me.
His voice was gentle, almost careful.
I turned back toward the dresser, studying the perfume bottles again. Each one looked familiar in a strange way, like something I should recognize but couldnât quite reach in my mind.
âThis one is your favorite,â Yunho said softly.
He stepped forward and picked up one of the bottles before holding it out to me.
I took it carefully from his hand and brought it closer, spraying a small amount onto my wrist before smelling it.
The scent was soft and floral, warm in a way that immediately made me relax.
âIt smells pretty,â I said quietly.
For a moment, Yunho didnât respond.
When I looked up, he was watching me again with that same soft expressionâlike every small reaction I had meant more to him than he could say.
âYou used to wear it almost every day,â he said gently. âEspecially when we went out together.â I looked down at the bottle again, rubbing my wrist lightly where the scent lingered. Even though I couldnât remember those moments⌠the smell felt strangely comforting.
And standing there in the room we once shared, surrounded by pieces of the life we had built together, I felt something inside me shift.
âAre you okay?â Yunho asked softly, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts.
I blinked and looked up at him, realizing I had been staring at the dresser for longer than I meant to. I quickly nodded. âIâm fine.â Right as the words left my mouth, my stomach growled loudly, completely betraying me.
Yunhoâs lips curved into a small smile.
âSomeoneâs hungry,â he said, his voice carrying a light teasing tone. Heat rushed to my face and I let out an embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. âOkay⌠maybe a little.â He chuckled softly, the sound warm and relaxed. âWe can go out to eat,â he offered. âOr I can cook for you.â
I fidgeted with my hands for a moment, thinking about it. The idea of sitting in a crowded restaurant suddenly felt overwhelming. But cooking⌠that felt different.
âI think we should cook together,â I suggested slowly. âI think that would be fun.â
Yunho hummed thoughtfully, considering it. His eyes softened slightly as he watched me, like he was quietly happy that I was starting to feel comfortable here again.
âAlright,â he said with a small nod. âWhat do you want to make?â
âTteokbokki,â I said almost immediately, my mouth watering just thinking about it.
A hint of amusement crossed his face.
âThen letâs drive to the store and grab the ingredients.â
I shook my head lightly. âWhy drive when we can walk?â I said, glancing toward the window. âI need the fresh air.â
For a moment Yunho just looked at me.
His chest felt strangely full watching me move around the apartment so naturally, suggesting things like we had done it a hundred times before. Even without your memories, pieces of the old you were still there.
âYeah,â he said softly, grabbing his jacket. âA walk sounds nice.â
And as the two of us headed toward the door together, Yunho couldnât stop the small smile that tugged at his lips. For the first time since the accident, it almost felt normal again.
We walked down to the lobby of the apartment building together and stepped out through the glass doors. The evening air was cool and fresh, a gentle breeze brushing past my face. After spending so many days inside the hospital, the simple feeling of being outside felt almost refreshing.
As we started down the sidewalk, Yunho glanced over at me before slowly offering his hand.
I hesitated for a second.
It wasnât that I didnât want to take it. If anything, the thought made my heart beat a little faster. But holding hands felt⌠intimate, and part of me wondered if I had the right to do that when I still couldnât remember our life together.
Still, something inside me pushed past the hesitation. I slipped my hand into his and intertwined our fingers. Yunho immediately stiffened slightly beside me.
When I looked over, his ears had turned bright red.
âSorry,â he said quickly, almost awkwardly.
I blinked at him. âSorry for what?â
âForââ he glanced down at our hands before rubbing the back of his neck with his free one. âI just didnât expect you toâŚâ
âDonât be,â I said gently.
Butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach as a rush of unfamiliar yet strangely comforting feelings washed over me. The warmth of his hand around mine felt naturalâlike something I had done countless times before.
The feeling was confusing but comforting all at once.
It almost felt like a first date.
Even though deep down, I knew it wasnât.
We continued walking down the street, the city slowly coming alive around us with the glow of evening lights. As we passed a small flower stand on the corner, Yunho suddenly stopped.
âWait here for a second,â he said.
Before I could ask why, he stepped over to the stand and quietly spoke with the vendor. A moment later, he paid and walked back toward me holding a single flower.
He handed it to me.
My eyes widened slightly when I saw what it was.
It was my favorite flower.
A soft smile spread across my face as I took it from him.
âYou remembered,â I said quietly.
âOf course I did,â Yunho replied with a small smile.
We continued walking after that, and the small flower felt warm in my hand as I held it carefully. A few minutes later, something caught my eye across the sidewalk.
A photo booth.
Without thinking, I grabbed Yunhoâs arm and gently pulled him toward it.
âWait,â I said excitedly. âI think we should take photos together.â
He looked surprised but followed anyway. âPhotos?â
âTo remember this day,â I explained with a small smile.
Inside the booth, we sat close together on the small bench. The camera light blinked, signaling the countdown.
For the first picture, we both smiled awkwardly. The second one, Yunho made a goofy face that made me laugh. The third picture, we leaned closer together, our shoulders brushing as we tried to fit into the frame.
Then the final flash went off.
Without really thinking, I leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Yunhoâs cheek.
The camera flashed.
When I pulled back, Yunho looked completely shocked.
His eyes were wide, and his face had turned red all over again. My own hand quickly flew up to cover my mouth. âIâm sorry,â I blurted. âI think I got carried away.â
For a moment he just stared at me.
Then his expression softened.
âNo,â he said gently. âDonât be sorry.â
He hesitated for a second before leaning closer and pressing a soft kiss against my cheek.
âIt just caught me off guard,â he added with a shy smile.
He helped me out of the photo booth, gently holding the curtain aside so I wouldnât trip on the small step. The strip of photos slid out of the machine a moment later, still warm from printing. I carefully tucked them into my pocket, feeling a strange sense of happiness knowing we had captured that moment together.
We continued walking until we reached the small grocery store down the street.
Inside, the warm lights and quiet chatter of other shoppers made the place feel cozy. Yunho grabbed a small basket and started walking through the aisles while I followed beside him.
He moved with an easy familiarity, stopping here and there to grab ingredients for the tteokbokki. Rice cakes. Fish cakes. Gochujang. Each time he picked something up, he would pause to read the label carefully before placing it into the basket.
I found myself watching him more than the shelves.
There was a little crease between his eyebrows as he focused, and he did this cute squinting thing whenever he was trying to read something closely.
It was subtle, but once I noticed it, I couldnât stop looking.
I tilted my head slightly, studying him.
Is this how he feels when I scrunch my nose while irritated?
The thought made a small smile tug at my lips.
He suddenly glanced up and caught me staring.
âWhat?â he asked, a little amused.
I quickly looked away, pretending to study a nearby shelf. âNothing.â But the smile on my face didnât disappear.
Yunho watched me for a second longer before chuckling softly and returning to reading the package in his hand, completely unaware that the little things he did like that tiny squint were slowly making my heart feel warmer every minute we spent together.
Before we left the store, the soft patter of rain began tapping against the windows. I glanced outside and saw the sky had darkened, droplets quickly turning into a steady drizzle.
âOh,â I murmured.
Yunho followed my gaze and chuckled softly. âLooks like weâre not walking back dry.â
Before we headed out, he grabbed a simple tan umbrella from a small rack near the register and paid for it. As soon as we stepped outside, he quickly opened it above us, the soft whoosh of the fabric spreading overhead. The rain fell steadily around us, tapping gently against the umbrella.
We walked close together down the sidewalk, Yunho holding the grocery bag in one hand while the other held the umbrella above us. The space underneath was small, so our shoulders brushed occasionally as we walked.
Each time it happened, my heart fluttered a little.
The cool air smelled fresh after the rain, and the quiet sound of our footsteps mixed with the soft rhythm of water hitting the pavement. For a moment, everything felt peaceful. By the time we reached the apartment building, the rain had picked up slightly. We hurried inside, shaking off the water as we stepped into the warm lobby. Once we got upstairs and into the apartment, we both slipped off our jackets and hung them by the door.
I ran my fingers through my slightly damp hair while Yunho carried the grocery bag into the kitchen.
He set it down on the counter and began pulling out the ingredients one by one, lining them up neatly.
The rice cakes. The sauce. The fish cakes.
Watching him move around the kitchen so comfortably made something warm settle in my chest again. It felt natural like this was something we had done together many times before.
I leaned lightly against the counter, watching him as he worked.
âChef Yunho,â I teased softly. âWhatâs my job?â He glanced up at me with a small smile, clearly amused.
âYour job?â he repeated thoughtfully. Then he grabbed a cutting board and gently slid it toward me across the counter. âYou can start by cutting these,â he said, handing me a package of fish cakes. He paused for a moment before adding with a playful grin, âLetâs see if you still remember how.â
I picked up the knife slowly, turning it in my hand as I looked down at the cutting board. For a moment, doubt crept into my mind. What if I didnât remember how to do something as simple as this?
Yunho must have noticed the hesitation because his voice softened. âHey⌠thereâs no pressure. We can figure it out together.â I nodded and carefully unwrapped the fish cakes. My fingers moved slowly at first, lining them up neatly on the board. Then I began cutting them into strips.
After the first few slices, something shifted.
My hands started moving more naturally, the knife gliding through the soft texture like my body already knew what to do. Yunho leaned lightly against the counter across from me, watching quietly.
A small smile spread across his face.
âYou used to do it exactly like that,â he said softly.
I paused and looked up at him. âReally?â He nodded. âYou always cut them into long pieces because you said they tasted better that way.â
I glanced back down at the cutting board, surprised. âI donât remember deciding that.â
âYou might not remember,â he said gently, âbut some things stay.â His words settled warmly in my chest.
Soon the kitchen filled with the soft sounds of cooking. Yunho moved beside me, heating the pan while I finished preparing the ingredients. When he mixed the sauce, the smell of garlic and spicy gochujang slowly filled the apartment.
My stomach growled again.
âThat smells amazing,â I said with a small laugh.
Yunho chuckled quietly. âYou say that every time.â
I leaned against the counter beside him, watching as he added the rice cakes and fish cakes into the bubbling red sauce. The mixture began to simmer, thick and glossy, filling the whole kitchen with warmth.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The only sound was the gentle bubbling from the pan.
Then Yunho reached up to a cabinet and grabbed two bowls. As he set them down on the counter, his elbow accidentally brushed a small jar sitting near the edge.
The jar tipped.
Before either of us could react, it fell to the floor with a loud crack.
I flinched slightly as glass scattered across the tile.
âIâm so sorry,â Yunho said quickly, crouching down. âI didnât see it there.â
But as I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, something strange happened.
A sudden flash crossed my mind.
A kitchen.
The same counter.
Yunho laughing while flour covered his hands.
And meâstanding right here beside him.
The memory disappeared as quickly as it came. My breath caught, and I grabbed the edge of the counter to steady myself.
â(Y/N)?â Yunhoâs voice was instantly worried as he stood up. âWhatâs wrong?â
My heart was racing.
âI⌠I think I just remembered something.â
Yunho helped me over to the couch, guiding me carefully as I sat down. My head still felt a little light from the sudden rush of memories, but the warmth of his hand around mine kept me grounded.
He knelt slightly in front of me, his eyes searching my face with quiet concern.
âDo you know what you remembered?â he asked softly.
I nodded slowly, trying to piece the moment together. âWe were laughing in the kitchen,â I said. âYou had flour all over your hands⌠and then everything got fuzzy.â
For a moment Yunho just stared at me.
Then recognition lit up his face. âThe cookie competition,â he said.
I blinked in confusion. âA cookie competition?â
He nodded, a small laugh escaping him as the memory clearly replayed in his mind. âYou entered us in one at a local festival. I had no idea what I was doing, but you were determined we were going to win.â
I smiled faintly, trying to imagine it.
âWe were making the dough,â he continued, his voice warm with nostalgia. âI kept throwing flour on the counter so it wouldnât stick. At one point I accidentally touched my face with flour-covered hands.â
He gestured toward his cheek, laughing a little at the memory.
I couldnât help but laugh softly too. âI see we have a history of cooking together,â I said.
Yunhoâs smile softened. âWeâve always done it,â he replied gently. âYou used to say a family that cooks together stays together.â
Without really thinking, I began fidgeting with his hand where it rested near mine.
âThatâs what my mom always told me,â I said quietly.
For a moment Yunho went completely still.
His heart fluttered at my words, and something hopeful flickered in his eyesâlike a small light finally turning on after days of darkness.
Before either of us could say anything else, a sudden smell drifted through the room.
Both of our heads turned toward the kitchen.
âThe food!â Yunho suddenly shouted.
He jumped to his feet and rushed toward the kitchen so quickly that he nearly slipped on the tile floor.
âWhoaâ!â
âAre you okay?â I called out, half concerned and half laughing.
âIâm fine!â he replied quickly, steadying himself against the counter. âI do that all the time.â
I giggled quietly as I watched him casually walk the rest of the way into the kitchen like nothing had happened.
And somehow, seeing him like thatâclumsy, warm, and completely himselfâmade my chest feel lighter than it had in days.
Dinner turned out better than I expected. The tteokbokki was warm, spicy, and comforting, and honestly it was some of the most delicious tteokbokki I had ever tasted. I sat across from Yunho at the table, laughing as he shared story after story about usâlittle moments from our life together that I couldnât remember but somehow still felt familiar.
âThere was one time,â he said, barely holding back his laughter, âwhen you tried to surprise me with breakfast in bed.â
âThat sounds sweet,â I replied, raising an eyebrow.
âIt would have been,â he continued, âif you hadnât tripped on the blanket and dropped pancakes all over me.â
I gasped. âI did not.â
âYou absolutely did,â he laughed. âSyrup everywhere.â
I couldnât help but laugh with him, even if I couldnât picture it myself. The way he told the stories made them feel real, like pieces of a life slowly being returned to me.
After dinner we cleaned up together, rinsing plates and stacking dishes into the rack. Yunho turned on some music while we worked, and the soft sound filled the apartment as we wiped the counters and put away the ingredients.
It felt⌠normal.
Comfortable.
Like we had done this together a thousand times before.
I was drying my hands when a slower song began playing through the speakers. Yunho suddenly paused, listening to the familiar melody.
He looked at me for a moment before stepping closer and offering me his hand.
âThis was our wedding song,â he said softly.
My heart skipped.
I looked down at his hand for a moment before placing mine in it. He gently pulled me closer, one hand resting carefully at my waist as we began to sway slowly in the middle of the kitchen.
I smiled softly, letting myself relax into the moment.
The room felt warm, the lights soft above us as the music wrapped around the quiet space. My eyes slowly lifted to meet his, and the moment our gazes locked, my heart began racing again.
There was something about the way Yunho looked at me.
So full of love.
Like he had been waiting his whole life just to stand here with me.
âI vaguely remember now,â I whispered.
Yunhoâs movement stilled slightly.
Another memory flickered through my mindâsoft and warm.
White lights. Soft music. Me in a flowing dress.
Yunho standing in front of me in a suit, his eyes looking exactly the way they did right now.
We were dancing. Just like this.
Then the memory slipped away again.
But this time, instead of frustration, I felt something warm settle in my chest.
I smiled quietly to myself. âI had another one,â I said softly. Yunho looked down at me immediately, his eyes searching mine with hope. âWhat did you see?â
I squeezed his hand gently.
âWe were both dressed up,â I said slowly. âWedding attire.â My voice softened as the image replayed faintly in my mind.
âWe were slowly dancing to this song.â
Yunho froze for a moment after I said it.
His hands were still resting gently at my waist, but I felt the slight tremor in them. He looked at me like he was afraid to move, like if he did the moment might disappear.
âYou remember that?â he asked quietly.
âJust a little,â I admitted. âItâs blurry⌠like looking through fog. But I remember how it felt.â
I paused before meeting his eyes again.
âI remember being happy.â
Something in Yunhoâs expression softened immediately. Relief, warmth, and disbelief flickered across his face all at once.
âYou were,â he said gently. âYou were smiling the whole time.â
The song continued playing softly in the background as we kept swaying in the middle of the kitchen. This time Yunho pulled me a little closer, slowly and carefully, like he was checking to make sure it was okay.
I didnât pull away. If anything, I stepped closer myself.
My head rested lightly against his chest, and I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear. For a moment, everything felt peaceful.
âYou cried during the vows,â Yunho said suddenly, his voice quiet above me.
I tilted my head up to look at him. âI did?â
He laughed softly. âYou tried really hard not to. But the second I started reading mine, you lost it.â I groaned quietly. âThatâs embarrassing.â
âNo,â he said immediately. âIt was my favorite part.â
I blinked in surprise. âWhy?â
âBecause it meant you really loved me,â he said simply.
My chest tightened slightly at his words.
For a moment we just looked at each other, standing close together in the soft light of the kitchen. The music was still playing, but it had faded into the background.
Then something unexpected happened.
Another tiny flash of memory.
Not a full scene this timeâjust a feeling.
Standing across from him.
Holding his hands. Promising something.
My breath caught.
âYunhoâŚâ I whispered.
His eyes widened instantly. âAnother one?â
I nodded slowly, trying to hold onto the fading moment. âI think⌠we were saying our vows.â His expression softened again, hope filling his gaze. âYou told me something,â I continued, concentrating. âYou said⌠youâd fall in love with me in every lifetime.â
Yunhoâs breath caught.
For a moment he couldnât speak.
Then he smiled softly, the kind of smile that carried years of love inside it.
âYeah,â he said quietly. âI did.â
For a moment neither of us spoke.
We were still standing in the middle of the kitchen, the music playing softly around us as we swayed slowly together. Yunhoâs arms remained around me, gentle but secure.
My heart was still racing from the memory.
It wasnât clear, and it didnât last long, but it was real.
Morning light slowly filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the room. I lay still for a few quiet moments, listening to the faint sounds of the city waking up outside.
Then I noticed something else.
The steady sound of breathing beside me.
My eyes opened fully and I turned my head slightly. Yunho was asleep on top of the covers, sitting up against the headboard. His head was tilted to the side, one arm loosely folded across his chest while the other rested near the edge of the bed, like he had been trying to stay awake but eventually lost the fight.
My heart squeezed a little at the sight. He must have stayed there all night.
Carefully, I pushed myself up against the pillows, trying not to wake him. His hair was slightly messy, falling across his forehead, and the soft morning light made him look peaceful.
I studied him quietly. There were faint shadows under his eyes, like he hadnât been sleeping well lately. Even now, though, his expression looked calm. I wondered how many nights he had spent worrying about me. Without really thinking, I reached over and gently brushed a strand of hair away from his face. The moment my fingers touched him, his eyes fluttered open.
For a split second he looked confused. Then he saw me.
âYouâre awake,â he said, his voice rough with sleep. âI think Iâve been awake for a while,â I admitted softly. He straightened slightly and ran a hand through his hair, clearly a little embarrassed. âSorry,â he said quickly. âI didnât mean to fall asleep like that. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.â
âYou slept sitting up all night?â I asked. He shrugged like it wasnât a big deal. âIâve done worse.â I couldnât help smiling faintly.
âYou know thereâs plenty of room on the bed, right?â Yunho froze for a moment. A faint blush crept up his neck as he rubbed the back of it awkwardly. âI didnât want to make you uncomfortable,â he said quietly.
Something warm spread through my chest.
Even now, even after everything, he was still being careful with me.
I glanced down at the blanket in my lap before looking back up at him. âYou wouldnât have,â I said gently.
The room grew silent and my stomach growled loudly.
Yunho blinked before laughing softly. âWell,â he said, pushing himself off the bed, âI guess that means breakfast.â I laughed too as I slid out from under the covers. âPlease tell me weâre not having tteokbokki again.â He looked over his shoulder with a playful grin.
âNo promises.â
And for the first time since waking up in the hospital, the morning didnât feel heavy or confusing⌠It felt hopeful.
We walked into the kitchen together, the soft morning light spilling in through the windows. The apartment felt calm and quiet, the kind of peaceful start that made the whole place feel warm. âI think Iâm in the mood for pancakes, bacon, and fruit,â I said as I leaned lightly against the counter.
Yunho smiled immediately. âThatâs always been your favorite breakfast,â he said.
Something about the way he said it made my chest feel warm again. Even if I couldnât remember it myself, he knew these little things about me so easily. He started pulling ingredients out of the cabinets and refrigerator, setting everything neatly on the counter. Flour, eggs, milk, a bowl, and a pan. âAlright,â he said, glancing over at me. âTeamwork again.â
âWhatâs my job?â I asked.
He grabbed a cutting board and set a small bowl of fruit in front of me. âYouâre on fruit duty,â he said. âIâll handle the pancakes and bacon.â I nodded confidently and started washing and cutting the fruit. It only took a moment before everything was sliced neatly into the bowl. âDone,â I announced proudly.
Yunho looked over at the bowl and then back at me with raised eyebrows. âYouâre fast.â I laughed softly. âI had a very difficult task.â He shook his head with a quiet chuckle before turning back to the counter. I watched as he cracked eggs into the bowl and added the rest of the ingredients for the pancakes. His movements were smooth and practiced as he whisked everything together.
Without thinking, I leaned my elbows on the counter and watched him.
He had that same little squint again while he focused on measuring things, his eyebrows pulling together slightly in concentration.
It made me smile.
âYouâre staring again,â he said suddenly, not even looking up.
My eyes widened. âI am not.â He glanced at me with a knowing smile.
âYou do that when youâre thinking.â
âOh really?â I said, folding my arms. âYeah,â he replied casually while pouring batter into the pan. âYouâve done it since the day we met.â
The soft sizzling sound filled the kitchen as the pancakes began cooking. I watched him flip one carefully before asking quietly, âWhat was it like?â He paused slightly. âWhen we met?â I nodded.
Yunho smiled faintly, like the memory was one of his favorites. âYou spilled coffee on me,â he said.
My jaw dropped. âI did not.â He laughed.
âYou absolutely did.â I groaned, covering my face with my hands. âPlease tell me I at least apologized.â
âOh you did,â he said, flipping another pancake. âAbout twenty times.â I peeked at him through my fingers.
âAnd somehow you still married me?â He glanced over at me with that soft, warm smile again. âBest accident that ever happened to me.â I laughed, a little embarrassed as I leaned against the counter. âSo⌠did I work at a diner or something?â Yunho nodded while carefully flipping another pancake in the pan. âYeah,â he said. âYou did.â
The smell of pancakes and bacon slowly filled the kitchen, making my stomach rumble again. I watched him for a moment before another question popped into my head. âAnd what were you doing there?â I asked. âWere you with your friends or something?â He nodded again. âYeah. A few of us stopped in after practice.â I tilted my head, curiosity growing. âSo wait⌠now that weâre on the subject,â I said, crossing my arms slightly, âwhatâs your job like?â Yunho glanced up at me briefly before looking back at the pancakes.
âWell,â he said casually, âIâm part of a boy group.â I blinked.
âA boy group?â
âYeah,â he continued. âOur name is Ateez.â My eyes widened instantly. âWaitâ I know Ateez!â I said quickly. âI used to be a huge fan.â Yunho tried to stay calm, but I noticed the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he flipped another pancake. âI even remember crushing hard on one of them,â I continued, thinking out loud.
He raised an eyebrow.
âOh really?â
âYeah,â I said, nodding confidently. âIt was Yunho.â Then I froze. My brain slowly caught up with my words.
ââŚWait a damn minute.â Yunho burst out laughing.
I pointed at him dramatically, my mouth falling open as the realization hit me. âYOU!â He could barely hold the spatula from laughing. âYou had a crush on me?â he teased.
I covered my face with my hands in pure embarrassment. âOh my god.â He leaned against the counter, still laughing. âSo technically,â he added playfully, âyou married your celebrity crush.â I groaned loudly.
âPlease tell me I didnât fangirl when we met.â Yunho smirked. âOh, you definitely did.â
âSo wait,â I said, still trying to wrap my head around everything. âHow did we start dating? I mean⌠I can imagine your schedule was busy all the time with fans, signings, and concerts.â
Yunho shrugged lightly, flipping another pancake onto the plate. âThe diner kind of became my favorite restaurant after I met you.â I blinked at him. âWait,â I said slowly, starting to smile. âSo you came to the diner just to see me?â He nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world.âEvery chance I got.â Heat rushed to my face immediately and I turned away slightly, embarrassed by the thought.
âYouâre kidding,â I mumbled, trying to hide my blush.
âNope,â he said casually, placing another pancake on the stack. âAt first I told the members it was because the food was good.â I raised an eyebrow.
âAnd was it?â He looked at me with a teasing smile. âIt was. But that wasnât the real reason.â My cheeks burned even more. âSo what happened next?â I asked quietly. âWell,â Yunho said, leaning against the counter. âEventually you started recognizing me.â I groaned softly. âOh no.â
âBut you were surprisingly normal about it,â he continued. âYou didnât treat me like a celebrity. You just treated me like⌠a guy who ordered pancakes too often.â I laughed a little at that. âSo we kept talking,â he said. âEvery time I came in.â
âWhich was apparently a lot,â I added.
He smiled.
âA lot.â
The bacon sizzled softly in the pan as he continued. âThen one day I asked if you wanted to come to a concert.â My eyes widened slightly. âI did?â
âYou did,â he said with a small nod. âYou were nervous the whole time.â
âI can imagine,â I muttered. âBut after that,â he continued, âyou started coming to more shows.â I leaned against the counter again, listening closely. âYou supported me through everything,â he said softly. âComebacks, tours, late nights at the studio.â
Something warm settled in my chest hearing that.
âAnd eventually,â he added, âwhen we got married and moved in together, we agreed you didnât have to work at the diner anymore.â I blinked in surprise. âReally?â He nodded. âYou worked hard for years,â he said gently. âI wanted you to be able to do what made you happy.â I looked down at the counter, trying to imagine the life he was describing. âYou really loved me, didnât you?â I said quietly.
Yunho didnât hesitate.
âStill do.â The kitchen slowly fell quiet.
The smell of pancakes and bacon still lingered in the air, but the lighthearted mood from earlier had faded. I leaned against the counter, my fingers tracing the edge of the bowl of fruit as a question sat heavily in my chest. âI do have one more question,â I said softly.
Yunho looked up from the stove.
âWhat is it?â I hesitated for a moment before asking the thing that had been bothering me since I woke up in the hospital. âWhat happened before the accident?â The moment the words left my mouth, I saw his expression change. His shoulders stiffened slightly, and the small smile on his face disappeared. For the first time that morning, he looked nervous.
The silence stretched for a moment.
âWellâŚâ he began quietly.
He turned the stove off before resting his hands on the counter, staring down at it as if the answer was written there.
âWe had gotten into an argument.â I felt my chest tighten slightly. âAbout what?â
âMy schedule,â he said. âAbout how much I was gone.â His voice was calm, but there was a heaviness in it now. âYou said you were tired of always being alone. That you wanted a normal life⌠one where your husband was actually home.â I swallowed.
âAnd you were right,â he added quietly. âBut in the moment I wasnât listening.â His fingers tightened slightly against the counter. âI was being selfish. I kept saying the group needed me and that you knew what you were signing up for when you married me.â The kitchen suddenly felt much smaller. âWe both said things we didnât mean,â he continued.
His voice started to shake.
âI remember you getting really upset⌠and you said you hated me.â My heart dropped.
Yunho let out a shaky breath as he ran a hand over his face.
âYou grabbed your keys and left.â His voice cracked slightly. âAnd thenâŚâ
Tears slipped down his cheeks before he could stop them.
âI just wish I had stopped you,â he said quietly. âI wish I wouldâve told you not to go.â
His shoulders slumped as the guilt he had clearly been carrying poured out.
âI shouldâve protected you more.â
The words hung heavy in the air between us.
âYunhoâŚâ I whispered, my chest tightening as I saw the tears still streaming down his face. A wave of guilt washed over me. Even though I couldnât fully remember that moment, the thought of saying something like that to him made my stomach twist painfully. I stepped closer and gently reached up, wiping the tears from his cheeks with my thumb. âDonât blame yourself for what happened,â I said softly.
My own eyes began to fill with tears as the emotion of everything finally caught up with me. âIâm sorry for saying that to you,â I continued quietly. âI know my words wonât take back what I said.â My voice trembled slightly as I looked up at him. âBut I want to show you.â Yunhoâs eyes searched mine, still glassy with tears. âIâm falling in love with you more and more every day,â I said.
The kitchen felt completely silent now except for our breathing.
âI want to spend every moment with you,â I continued. âI know I canât remember the past and how we were⌠but I want to look forward to the future.â His expression softened slowly as he listened. âThe memories we make from now on,â I added gently.
My hand slipped into his, squeezing it softly.
âYou give me so many reasons to live for,â I whispered. âAnd Iâm so lucky to have you.â For a moment Yunho just stared at me.
Then he pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest like he never wanted to let go.
âI love you,â I said softly, looking up at him. The words felt natural leaving my lips, like they had been sitting in my heart for a long time just waiting to be spoken again.
Yunhoâs breath caught slightly.
I reached up and gently caressed the side of his face, my fingers brushing along his cheek. His skin was warm beneath my touch, and the way he looked at me made my heart race all over again.
Slowly, he leaned down.
Our faces were close nowâso close that I could feel his breath against my lips. My eyes flickered down to his mouth for a moment before meeting his gaze again.
The moment stretched, quiet and fragile.
Thenâ
A sharp sizzle filled the kitchen.
The smell of burning bacon suddenly hit the air.
Yunhoâs eyes widened.
âThe bacon!â he shouted.
He spun around quickly and rushed back to the stove, grabbing the pan just in time. A thin trail of smoke curled up toward the ceiling as he hurriedly turned off the burner.
I couldnât help it.
I burst out laughing.
Yunho glanced over his shoulder at me, looking slightly flustered as he waved the smoke away. âWell,â he said, trying to salvage the moment, âromantic timing isnât exactly our strength.â I leaned against the counter, still laughing. âApparently not.â He looked down at the pan and sighed dramatically. âOn the bright side,â he added, âthe pancakes survived.â I walked over beside him and peeked into the pan.
The bacon, however, was a different story.
I raised an eyebrow.
âDefine âsurvived.ââ
Yunho scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
ââŚcrispy?â
We laughed over the burnt bacon, teasing each other about our âromantic timing fail,â but honestly, it didnât matter. The pancakes were fluffy, the fruit was fresh, and the simple act of eating together made the breakfast feel perfect. To me, it didnât matter that a little bacon had sacrificed itselfâit was the moment that counted.
After clearing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, we got ourselves ready for the day. I chose something comfortable, and Yunho went with casual as well, though he still looked effortlessly put together. There was a quiet excitement between us, a shared understanding that today didnât need to be anything extraordinary.
Once we stepped outside, the afternoon air greeted us softly. It was crisp, fresh, and just a little cool, with the sun casting gentle warmth on our faces. We walked side by side, fingers brushing occasionally, and I found myself smiling more than I had in days.
Yunho kept stealing glances at me, his expression soft and content, as if he couldnât quite believe this was real. I felt it tooâthe comfort, the familiarity, even if my memory hadnât caught up yet. Every step felt like a new memory waiting to be made, and somehow, walking beside him in the quiet afternoon, it felt like home.
The evening sky was soft and golden as Yunho and I returned to the apartment, our fingers intertwined like they had always belonged together. The city hummed quietly outside, but inside, it felt like our own little world. Every step, every touch, every glance reminded me of the connection that had never truly gone away, even when my memory had.
Once inside, we settled on the couch, still holding hands. The apartment smelled faintly of the pancakes and bacon we had burned this morning, a reminder of the imperfect, yet perfect, day we had shared. Yunhoâs arm came around me naturally, and I rested my head against his shoulder, letting the warmth of him seep into me.
âIâm glad I get to fall in love with you all over again,â I whispered, feeling the words settle in my chest like sunlight.
Yunho smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. âAnd Iâm glad I get to hold your hand through it every step of the way,â he replied, his voice gentle, full of everything I needed to hear.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. There was no rush, no need to fill the quiet with words. Instead, we let the evening stretch around us, a soft cocoon of warmth, love, and new memories waiting to be made.
I tilted my head up slightly to meet his gaze. âI know I canât remember everything,â I said softly, âbut being with you⌠it feels right. Like itâs always been this way.â
Yunho leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. âIt always has been,â he murmured. âAnd it always will be.â
I smiled, feeling a flutter in my chest that was both familiar and new. The past didnât matter anymoreânot the argument, not the accident, not even the lost memories. What mattered was here, now, in this moment.
We stayed like that for a long while, holding each other, letting the world fade around us. Every laugh, every touch, every heartbeat reminded me that some love doesnât need to be remembered to be real. It just needs to be felt.
And as the evening turned into night, with the city lights twinkling like tiny stars outside our window, I knew one thing for certain: no matter what tomorrow brought, we would face it together. Choosing each other, every single day, was enough.
Because love like ours wasnât just about memories. It was about moments. And this right here, right now was ours.
genre: slice of life, a little bit of angst w/comfort, established relationship, nonidol!au, other ateez members cameo!
word count: 8.4k
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warnings: no use of y/n, valorant mentioned/described (sry it felt appropriate to warn you guys about that), graphic sexual scenes (mdni!!), explicit language, make up sex, oral (f!rec), multiple o's, switching from protected to unprotected sex (RAW! next question), fingering, creampie, lots of praising, body worship (yunho is so so down bad), cute aftercare!! / lmk if i missed any
author's note: do we fw the new layout?? i finally figured out how to do the gradient thingy, ty to the glorious @tonycries for linking a W tutorial. when i saw yunho play val last year i was like wtf my worlds are colliding?! so i definitely portrayed yunho as guys i know personally that play v*lorant and iykyk. hopefully i did eboy yunho some justice but i hope you guys enjoy this fic!
You kick off your heels at the door, groaning as your stockinged feet finally meet the cool hardwood floor of your apartment. The day has dragged on endlessly. Client complaints, your bossâs impossible demands, the printer jamming right before a deadlineâbut through it all, a single thought has sustained you: that tonight you and Yunho would finally be at home together for once. Your work schedules and day offs rarely line up so you will take any advantage to spend time with your boyfriend. Granted that he doesnât rot behind his pc.Â
Everyone has an outlet to destress, for some itâs crocheting and others itâs baking. For Yunho, it was playing video games. You like to tell yourself that you donât mind but sometimes it does get to you. Itâs alright though, youâre just a girl at the end of the day and heâs just a boy that loves to play his silly video games.
Your tote bag slips from your shoulder, landing with a soft âthudâ beside the shoe rack. The apartment smells faintly of the jasmine air freshener you and Yunho bought last weekend at the farmers market. In your shared bedroom, you shed your work clothes like a snake shedding its skin, each discarded item feeling like a weight lifted. The soft cotton of your bathrobe embraces you as you wrap it around yourself. Your reflection in the mirror gradually transforms from a professional façade to a vulnerable reality. The dark circles under your eyes tell the story of three consecutive late nights working with egotistical clients that think they know better than you.Â
When you emerge feeling more human, you make your way to the kitchen. The kettle hums as it heats water for your teaâchamomile with a touch of honey, the way you always make it on hard days.Â
âYunnie?â you call out, voice lifting with expectation.
âIn here!â comes the distant reply from the direction of his office turned gaming room.
Cup in hand, you venture toward the rapid clicking and occasional muttered curses. The door to Yunhoâs gaming room stands half-open. You nudge it wider with your hip; the steam from your tea momentarily fogs your vision.
Heâs hunched at his pc, headset clamped over his ears, fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced precision, his other hand gripped on the mouse as it glides on his mousepad. The blue light from his dual monitors casts an otherworldly glow across his features. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he leans forward, intense concentration etched into every line of his face.
âHi,â you say softly, hovering in the doorway.
He holds up one finger, eyes never leaving the screen. âOne secâshit! Mingi bro, the Jett's flanking you,â His voice rises as his character on screen guns an enemy down that frankly means nothing to you.Â
You hear Mingi through Yunhoâs headset cursing the game and the entire enemy team's bloodline because he died. You sip your tea and wait, watching the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches. You canât help the smile tugging at your lips. His passion for everything and anything is one of the things you love about him, even when itâs directed at pixels on a screen. After what feels like several minutes (but is probably only thirty seconds), his character dies leaving his team in a 2v1.
âDamn it,â he mutters, then swivels slightly in his chair. âHey, youâre home.â His smile is warm but distracted, his eyes already back on the screen. âHow was work?â
âPretty bad,â you admit, stepping further into the room. âAre you freeââ
âSorry baby, let's chat after this game,â he says to you before speaking into his microphone. âLetâs play A retake this time, Iâll lurk B.â
Your words evaporate into the air between you. The game resumes, and with it, his complete attention shifts away from you. You perch on the small loveseat he keeps in the room, tucking your bare legs beneath you and cradling your mug between both hands. The warmth seeps into your palms, a poor substitute for the embrace youâd anticipated all day.Â
Fifteen minutes stretch into thirty as you watch him play, occasionally commenting on an impressive kill or asking a question that yields a one-word answer. The ache in your chest grows with each passing moment. You really donât want to be that girlfriendâthe one who demands attention, who canât let her boyfriend enjoy his hobbyâbut the weight of your awful day presses down, making you crave connection more than usual.Â
âYou think we can order some food?,â you finally say during a break between matches.
âYeah, we can,â Yunho says, eyes still on the screen as he opens the buy menu. âJust let me finish this ranked game.â
âHow much longer will that take?â you ask, voice deliberately light.
He shrugs, the gesture sending a small ripple through your already fragile composure. âNot sure. A few games, maybe? An hour or two? You can watch if you want.â
The suggestion puts a sinking feeling into your stomach. The idea of watching him play a game you donât understand for hours will somehow fulfil his promise feels like a tiny needle under your skin. Not painful enough to cry out, but impossible to ignore.Â
âNo thanks, itâs fine. Iâll just go,â you say quietly in defeat.
You stand up from the loveseat, tea now lukewarm in your mug, and pause in the doorway. Part of you wants to remind him of his promise, to express your disappointment. Another part, the part conditioned by years of accommodating others, hesitates. He looks so content, so absorbed in his element.Â
Who are you to disrupt that?
As you turn to leave, his voice calls after you, unguarded as he speaks to his friends rather than to you: âNo, Iâm good to play all night.âÂ
You can faintly hear one of his friends ask about you and if you were okay that heâd be out for so long, âSâalright, she can wait a bit we gotta grind toââ
You freeze in the doorway, your shoulders tensing. Heaven forbid you just wanted to unwind and spend some quality time with your boyfriend that you barely get to hang out with. The mug trembles slightly in your hand. The words fucking sting more than they should. Surely he means well, right?Â
You retreat to the kitchen, chucking your mug in the sink and a loud âCLANKâ as it echoes through the empty kitchen. In the refrigerator light, you stare at containers of leftover food that suddenly hold no appeal. Behind you, the muffled sounds of Yunhoâs gaming fill the apartment like an uninvited guest that has overstayed its welcome. You close the refrigerator door and lean against it, eyes closed, breathing deeply. You werenât in the mood to make anything extravagant for dinner, so you opted out for a simple sandwich.Â
You assemble a sandwich with mechanical precisionâbread, mayo, turkey, cheese, lettuceâthe ingredients coming together without thought or enjoyment. The knife scrapes across the ceramic plate as you cut it diagonally, the sound harsh in the quiet kitchen. Your stomach growls, reminding you that lunch was a granola bar eaten between meetings, but the sandwich holds little appeal. You carry your plate to the living room. The television remains dark as you eat in silence, the sandwich tasteless despite your hunger. Your apartment, usually a haven, feels suddenly too small, too empty despite his presence just rooms away.Â
You just couldnât understand why he couldnât just forfeit his game to come hang out with his girlfriend. Youâve talked about this issue with your other friends before, all of them agreeing that your boyfriend being too obsessive with his status in the games he plays puts not only a strain on you but a heavier strain on your relationship.Â
Three years youâve been together. Three years of building a life: finding this apartment with morning light streaming through the bedroom window; adopting temperamental houseplants that thrive under his care; learning each otherâs rhythms and needs. You understand his passion for gaming; itâs his way of unwinding, of connecting with friends scattered across the country. Most days, you welcome it as part of who he is. But tonight you need him. Not just his physical presence in the next room, but his attention, his comfort, the way he listens when you talk about your day, nodding at all you have to rant about and offering commentary that makes even the worst work situations seem manageable.
The plate sits empty in your lap. You check your phone: 9:45 PM. Yunhoâs voice occasionally carries through the apartmentâexclamations, strategic directives, laughter. The sounds deepen your solitude.
You carry your plate to the sink, rinsing it methodically, and place it in the dishwasher. The routine of tidying the kitchen provides hollow comfort, each task a distraction from the ache beneath your ribs. When thereâs nothing left to clean, you move to the bathroom. The showerâs hot water beats against your skin, washing away the dayâs physical remnants if not its emotional toll. You wrap yourself in a towel, droplets dancing down your legs onto the bathmat. Your reflection stares at you from the steam-covered mirrorâa blurry outline, edges softened and indistinct. You wipe a clear patch in the condensation with your palm, revealing eyes red-rimmed from more than just shampoo.
âStop it,â you sniffle. âItâs just one night.â
It never really is just one night though, is it? Â
Before you reach your bedroom, you take one last look into Yunhoâs room. You debate on whether or not you should interrupt again but youâre exhausted from waiting for the chance for your boyfriend to pay attention to you for once. Something within you just snaps, youâve had enough. You deserve so much better. You walk back into his room, you watch as the furrow between his brows deepen as he leans closer to the monitor, fingers moving in complex patterns. The headset has left a slight indentation in his hair; in any other circumstance, you might have found it endearing.
âHey, can we talk?â you hate the note of hope creeping into your voice.
âYeah, sure,â he says without looking away. âJust after thisâ.â
âNo, I want to talk now.â
Yunho swivels in his chair, half of his headset pulled away. âHuh?â
âYou promised.â The words feel childish as they leave your mouth. âAfter that last game we would hang out, remember?â
âI know, but I swear Iâm almostââ
You scoff, âAlmost done? You said that about three games ago.â
âOh so weâre keeping tabs on me now? Real mature of you.â he snaps back.Â
Your jaw drops, never in your entire relationship has he ever talked to you like this. You were fucking livid.
âGod, how hard is it to just ask my boyfriend to spend some time with me? Likeâfuck sakeâwe barely spend time together as it is.â you ranted, your fists at your sides as your fingernails dig into the palm of your hands. Thereâs no universe that you are standing here arguing with your boyfriend over a fucking video game.
His eyes flick between you and the screen where his character stands idle. âI am spending time with you. Youâre right here.â
âThatâs notââ You gesture at the space between you. âThis isnât hanging out. Iâm so sick and tired of always waiting until you finish your stupid fucking game for us to be together.â
You cringe at the loud âoohâsâ and âoh noâsâ from his headset.Â
âFuck off guys, hold on,â he says into his mic before turning to face you. âCan we please just talk later? Iâm busy and I promised the guys thatââ
âYouâre always âtoo busyâ for me but never too busy for the guys? Maybe you should just go be with them instead.â You laugh bitterly, Yunho takes his headset off and throws it somewhere on his desk.Â
âAre you serious? Do you even hear yourself right now?â he huffed out in annoyance.
âDo you?â
Your voice cracked on the last word, and you felt the hot sting of tears threatening to spill over. The pressure behind your eyes built as your throat tightened painfully. You blinked rapidly, trying desperately to maintain what little composure you had left.
âI donât have the energy to argue with you,â you said, your voice suddenly small and wavering. âI just had such a shit day at work andââ The words caught in your throat as your eyes welled up despite your best efforts. You turned away, unable to bear looking at him while falling apart.
âWhatever, fucking forget it,â you choked out, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Yunhoâs expression shifted instantly, the annoyance melting away as he registered your tears. He stood up from his chair, abandoning his game without a second thought.
âHey, wait,â he called after you as you moved toward the door. âBaby, hold on.â
But you were already halfway down the hallway, trying to escape before the dam broke completely. You heard the scrape of his chair against the floor, followed by his footsteps behind you.
âPlease just leave me alone,â you managed, your voice thick with emotion. âGo back to your game. Your friends are waiting.â
You made it to the bedroom and closed the door, not quite slamming it but shutting it firmly enough to make your point. The tears came freely now, hot trails down your cheeks as you sank onto the edge of the bed. Your shoulders shook with silent sobs as you pressed the heels of your hands against your eyes. You reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, pulling out several and pressing them against your face to catch the tears. The cotton sheets felt cool against your legs as you curled them under you, trying to make yourself smaller. Part of you wished Yunho would knock on the door, that heâd come. He never did.
You slip into your comfy sleep clothesâsoft shorts and one of his old t-shirts that hangs loose on your frame. The bed, when you crawl into it, feels vast and cold. You pull the comforter up to your chin, cocooning yourself on your side. Your phoneâs glow illuminates the darkness as you scroll mindlessly through various social media apps. A notification from your friend asking about your evening with Yunho appears. You sigh as you close the app without responding.
The wall clock ticks steadily, each moment that passes you slowly feel a piece of your heart breaking. Your eyelids grow heavy, but sleep remains elusive, held at bay by the empty feeling in your chest. A tear slips from the corner of your eye, trailing across the bridge of your nose to dampen the pillowcase. Then another. You donât bother wiping them away, letting them fall in silent testament to your disappointment. Tired of fighting to stay awake and waiting for your boyfriend, you succumb to slumber as you drift off into sleep.Â
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Yunho stared at the closed bedroom door, his hand frozen mid-air, unable to bring himself to knock. He walked back to his room as the game continued in his headset, abandoned on his deskâdistant shouting and gunfire that suddenly seemed utterly meaningless.
âYo, Yunho? You there, man?â Mingiâs voice came faintly from the headset.
âWhat the hell, man?â Sanâs voice crackled through not long after.
He returned to his desk in a daze and slipped the headset back on. âYeah, I...fuck, I gotta go.â
âNo shit you gotta go, are you fucking dumb dude?â Hongjoongâs voice was light, teasing but everyone knew he was serious.
âMan, that did not sound good,â Wooyoung chimed in.Â
Yunho winced, he knew that his friend was right. âYeah, I said Iâll catch you guys later.â
âNo, waitââ Seonghwaâs tone shifted to something more serious. âDid you seriously just blow her off for a fucking Valorant match? After she said she had a shit day?â
The guilt that had been forming in Yunhoâs chest crystallized, sharp and heavy. âI didnât knowââ
âYou didnât ask her, Yun,â Jongho cut in. âYou kept cutting her offâwe heard the whole thing, bro. You fucked up so bad.â
âYeah, man,â Yeosang added, his usual playful tone gone. âIf the love of my life ever talked to me like that when I was upset, Iâd be out the door without question.â
âI didnât mean toââ Yunho started, but the excuses died in his throat. What could he say? That heâd been so caught up in a game that heâd ignored his girlfriendâs obvious distress? That heâd snapped at her for wanting his attention?
âLook,â Mingi said, his voice gentler now, âWe love you, but you were being a dick. Get off the game and go fix your fuck up.â
Yunho pulled off the headset and tossed it back onto the desk, he reached over to his pc tower and turned everything off with a click. The familiar burn of anger flared in his chestâat himself, at his friends for calling him out, at the whole situation. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside him. Getting angry at himself wouldnât solve anything. It never did.
Heâd fucked up. Plain and simple. The walk to the bedroom felt longer than usual, each step weighted with the knowledge of his mistake.Â
He knocked gently. âBaby?â he called, his voice carefully controlled. âCan I come in?â
When you didnât answer, he pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the door. âPlease? I want to talk.â
Donât be defensive. Donât make excuses. Just apologize, he coached himself, tamping down the reflexive urge to justify his behavior. He gently knocks a second time. Still silent. No response.Â
Leaving him with no other choice, he opened the bedroom door. He stands at the threshold, silhouetted in the dim light. He steps closer to your side of the bed, noticing the dried tear tracks on your cheek, the darker patch on your pillow where they pooled. His heart clenches. He hates it when you cry but knowing that he made you cry, heâs so disappointed with himself.Â
âMy love,â Yunho whispers, settling on the edge of the bed. His hand hovers for a moment before resting lightly on your shoulder. âPlease wake up.â
You stir, disoriented, blinking up at him through the dark.
âHm? What time is it?â you murmur, voice thick with sleep.
âItâs late,â he replies, his thumb tracing small circles along your shoulder. âIâm so sorry, baby.â
Fragments of exhaustion cloud your mind as you push yourself up against the headboard. The ache of earlier disappointment seeps back inâwhy you went to bed alone. You rub your eyes, heavy with fatigue.
âDid you win your games?â you ask, though you donât truly care.
âThatâs not important,â he says softly, voice tight. He turns to face you fully. âI need to talk to you.â
âThe game was so important to you earlier,â you scoff, voice weary.
Yunho looks away, shame darkening his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.
âCanât we wait until tomorrow to talk, Yunho?â you ask, voice dropping with exhaustion. He winces at you using his government name, not yunnie, yuyu or baby. Just Yunho.
âNo,â he says firmly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âIt canât wait. Because tonight I let you downâbut not just tonight. Iâve let you down before, and Iâm sorry for every time I put a stupid game ahead of you.â
You sit up, drawing your knees to your chest. The oversized T-shirt slips off one shoulder, skin bare in the dim light. He respects your distance, keeping his hands to himself.
âYou promised,â you sniffle, the words light but heavy with meaning.
His shoulders slump. âI know. I got caught up in the gameâagain and again. It was selfish, and I broke my promise more times than I can count. Iâm so sorry for making you feel alone, for missing the moments you needed me most.â He reaches for your hand, relief flooding his expression when you offer yours. âYou needed me tonight. You needed me every time before. And I wasnât there.â
You squeeze his hand, like it was a silent acknowledgement of his apology. âI had a horrible dayâmy presentation was a disaster and my new boss tore me apart. I came home wanting comfort, wanting you. I just wanted to feel like I had someone on my sideâ
âI am on your side,â he insists, squeezing your hand gently. âAlways. I let my own needs overshadow yours, and thatâs not excusable. You deserve betterâmy love, attention, and respect. Not just tonight, but every day.â
You lift your gaze and find only earnest remorse in his eyes. âI didnât want to nag you about gaming. I know it means a lot to you.â
He shakes his head, lifting your chin with one tender finger. âNot as much as you, baby. Never as much as you. Donât ever think youâre nagging when you ask me to keep a promise I madeâ that I meant to keep. I saw how much it hurt you tonight when I didn't follow through. I canât imagine the other nights I ignored you.â His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a fresh tear. âIâm sorry I made you cry. Iâm sorry for anytime I didnât make you my number one priority. I promise to love you better and to be a better man.â
His voice, so soft and sincere, breaks something open inside you. You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed.
âI missed you so much, Yuyu,â you admit, voice trembling.
âIâm here now,â he whispers, brushing his forehead to yours. âLet me make it upâto this night and to the rest of our lives. You mean more to me than anything in the world.â
Your fingertips graze the warm plane of his forearm, and you feel a sparkâprickling electricity crackling across your skin from the dry midnight air. He watches you, pupils widening until his irises fade to shadow. He closes the last inches between you in one slow, deliberate step. His mouth finds yours, the kiss feather-soft at first, petals brushing, then deepening with a raw, urgent hunger. His palm slides from your cheek down to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in the fine strands there, tugging you closer. You pause, your pulse hammering, but the ache between your thighs drowns any hesitation. When his tongue teases the seam of your lips, you part them willingly, drinking in the coppery taste of him.
âI fucked up,â he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with regret and need. One hand drifts beneath the hem of your t-shirt, fingertips grazing the tender hollow of your waist. âI shouldâve been taking care of my girl.â
His thumb presses at the curve of your hip. Heat trails behind his touch, each fingertip a burning brand as he traces upward along your ribs. When he skims the underside of your breast, your breath bursts out in a sharp gasp, and your back arches instinctively, nipples tightening under his ministrations.
Yunho pulls back just enough to see your face, his eyes searching yours. âLet me show you how sorry I am,â he says, voice dropping to that low register that makes you shiver.Â
At your nod, he claims your lips again, fiercer this time. His hands dive under your shirt, peeling it up over your head in one swift motion. Cool air ghosts across your bare skin before his palms reclaim that warmth, cupping your tits, thumbs tracing slow circles around your peaked nipples until every nerve fires. You shiver, spine arching, chest pressing forward to meet him.
âSo beautiful,â he whispers, mouth sliding from your lips to graze your jaw, then down the gentle slope of your throat, teeth grazing lightly above your collarbone. âAlways so perfect and good to me.â
You reach for him, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He helps you out and peels the fabric off of his body. You couldnât help but stare, your boyfriend was hand sculpted by the gods. It was hard keeping your hands to yourself. Yunho guides you backward onto the mattress, his body covering yours in a familiar weight that grounds you. His lips close over your nipple, tongue swirling in languid circles around the sensitive bud. Pleasure pulses from your tits straight to the core of you. Your fingers thread into his hair, tugging as his tongue dips lower. He takes his time, lavishing attention on each breast until youâre squirming beneath him, hips lifting in silent cries. Only then does his hand slide lower, fingers playing at the waistband of your sleep shorts.
âThese need to go,â he murmurs against your heated skin, and you lift your hips to help him slide both shorts and underwear down your legs.
You hiss when you feel the cold air hit your hot and soaked cunt. Naked beneath him now, you feel vulnerable, but the way he looks at youâlike youâre precious, something that needs to be worshippedâchases away any insecurity. His hand traces up your inner thigh, touch feather-light as it approaches where you need him most.
âCâmon baby, talk to Yuyu,â he breathes, lips grazing your ear. âTell me how to make it right.â
You tremble, voice barely a whisper. âPlease touch me.â
His index finger slides along your wet folds, collecting a bead of your slick, then returns to tease your entrance with a gentle, circular stroke. You gasp, arching your hips. Finally, he eases that finger inside, the tip bending and pressing against your sensitive walls. A second finger follows, stretching you in the most delicious way. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, firm circles that send stars bursting behind your eyes.
âLike this, baby?â he murmurs, voice husky.
You nod wildly, breath hitching. He withdraws his fingers then, only to replace them with an even hungrier mouth. The flick of his tongue against your swollen clit draws a guttural moan from you. You grind your hips, desperate for friction, hands gripping his shoulders as he savours you, tongue and lips working overtime. Waves of pleasure ripple through you, each tongue-stroke priming you closer to the edge.Â
âYunnieâ!,â you mewl, hips rising to meet each deliberate thrust of his hand.
He captures your moan with his mouth, kissing you deeply as his fingers work their magic. Your hands claw at his back, nails digging into his skin. When he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down your body, you whimper at the momentary loss of his fingers. But then his hands grip your thighs, spreading you oh so wide as his mouth reclaims its rightful spot on your sweet cunt. The stroke of his tongue against your core has you arching off the bed, a strangled cry escaping your lips. He holds your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he devours you, tongue alternating between circling your clit and dipping into your entrance.
âOh god,â you gasp, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other tangles in his hair. âDonât stop, ah fuckâ please donât stop.â
You suddenly feel fuller as he works his index and middle finger back up into your cunt in sync with his mouth. Heat coils tighter in your stomach, thighs clamping around his head as his fingers dig into your hips, holding you down while he enjoys you sloppy and relentless.Â
âCâmon baby, let me hear you,â he hums against you.
When he curls his fingers just right, pressing against that sensitive spot, you shatter, release washing over you in waves as you cry out his name.
âY-yes, feels so goodâmâ cumming fuckâ!âÂ
He works you through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks subside until you tug at his hair, too sensitive for more.Â
âFuck baby, you taste so sweet.â licking his lips, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes.Â
You reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging insistently. âMm, off.â
He obeyed instantly, urgency and reverence in the movement as he shucked off his sweatpants and boxer briefs in a single, practiced motion. His cock was already flushed and thick, standing out from his body, his bulbous tip already leaking with pre-cum. Desire bloomed in your stomach again, a fresh ache that eclipsed the aftershocks of your first orgasm, making you greedy for more. You watched, breath coming quick and shallow, as he reached for the nightstand drawer, retrieving a foil packet with the same fluid grace that defined his every movement. He tore it open with his teeth, rolled the condom down his length with a practiced hand, then knelt on the bed and braced himself above you, muscles flexing in his arms and thighs as he hovered like a promise, his cock bobbing at the apex of his arousal.
Yunhoâs eyes flicked over your naked body, lingering on the slick heat between your legs, the rise and fall of your chest, the flush of your nipples. He drank you in, gaze almost pained with adoration and want, and hovered there, waiting for your cue. The pause thrummed between youâa moment of pure potential. You reached for him, wrapping your hand around the thick length of him and giving a gentle, possessive squeeze. He hissed through his teeth and bowed his head, his breath hot on your cheek as he nuzzled at your temple. You wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer until the tip of him presses against your entrance.Â
His groan was deep and guttural, almost animalistic, it vibrated through both your bodies as he continued to press forward. You stretched exquisitely to accommodate his girth, slow and almost suspensefulâhe held himself in check, nudging in a little, then out, then in again, gentling the way for you inch by inch. Even though your body craved him, trembled for him, Yunho refused to rush, setting a deliberate pace that was all about savouring rather than conquering. The hangover of hurt from before was still present, but now the ache shifted, softened by the way he worshipped you with every shuddered breath and whispered apology.
When he finally bottomed out, hips flush to yours and cock buried to the hilt, you both froze, raw at the point of connection. Around you, the room seemed to contract and expand, the air gone syrupy-thick. The only thing that felt real, that felt true, was the intense pulse between your bodiesâand the way Yunhoâs arms shook as he braced himself above you, like he might break apart if he let go.
He pressed his forehead to yours, sweat beading at his brow, and his voice was a tremulous hush: âIâm sorry.â The words ghosted across your lips, so close youâd swear you swallowed them. âI never want to make you feel unimportant.â
âSâokay, I know,â you whispered and when you clenched around him for emphasis, the sound he made was rapture and despair rolled into one.
Yunho obliged, withdrawing almost entirely before driving back in, a steady, deep rhythm that immediately threatened to undo you. He didnât tease or play gamesâeach thrust was purposeful, devotion made tactile, and yet he didnât try to own you with vengeance. He moved so you felt full of him, the press of his pelvis grinding against your clit with each pass.Â
âFuckâ mâ sorry for being a terrible boyfriend,â he chokes out suddenly, hips stuttering, losing rhythm. âshouldnât have let you walk outâand be upset, I promiseâ shitâ baby I'm sorry.â
âSâo-okay fuckâ,âÂ
You were slick and swollen, your nerve endings set alight; every time he rocked forward, your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him in, greedy for the friction and the fullness.
He peppered the moment with breathless confessions, his voice breaking on every thrust: "So fucking goodâgod, you're so tight, baby."Â
His hands roamed your body with desperate hunger, palms trailing down your sweat-slicked sides, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips, kneading your plush thighs, cupping the weight of your tits. Anywhere he could anchor himself in the reality of your body yielding to his. Each time your bodies collided, the impact sent the headboard slamming against the wallâthud, thud, thudâ a primal rhythm punctuating your high-pitched whimpers and his whiny groans.
"Please," you whimpered, arching your back as he hit that perfect sweet spot deep inside you. "Right thereâohshit, don't stopâoh my god, Yunho!"
"Atta girl,â he purred against your ear, voice ragged with need. "You love it when I fuck you so deep, huh?"
"S-so much," you whined, legs quivering around his waist. "I need you deeperâharderâ!"
Within minutes, you were spiralling, overwhelmed by the slick friction where your bodies joined, the heady scent of sex filling your nostrils, the way Yunho's dark eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, never left yours. He held your gaze as he drove into you, the raw intimacy making tears spring to your eyes. This wasn't angry ruttingâthis was his desperate plea for forgiveness, his cock speaking apologies his mouth couldn't form. He mouthed filthy promises against your feverish skinâyour name, broken endearments, breathless apologiesâhis tongue tracing paths down your chest, lapping at the salt of your throat, claiming your parted lips.
âMâ closeâagainângh fuck," your pretty whines start slurring together as his cock perfectly hits your sweet spot.
When he sensed you teetering on the edge, Yunho's rhythm faltered, and he pulled you flush against him, his hot breath dampening your neck.Â
"Give it to me," he begged, voice cracking. "I wantâah, fuckâplease."
The filthy words were gasoline, igniting every nerve ending. His calloused thumb found your swollen clit, circling with devastating precision in perfect tandem with his thrusts, and the pressure coiled so fast it stole your breath. Your nails carved crescents into his back, drawing angry red welts down the rippling muscles of his shoulders, but Yunho only worked you harder, more insistent, his hips snapping against yours.
"That's it cum fâme, baby.â
The orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from your throat and arching your spine as your inner walls clenched and fluttered around his throbbing length.Â
He held you through it, his body rigid and trembling as your climax milked him, and with a broken cry of your name, he followed, hips stuttering in erratic thrusts. A loud groan escaped his lips as he pulled out to finish inside of the flimsy condom. The room filled with the sound of your mingled panting, a symphony of satisfaction that slowly gave way to soft, intimate laughter. Yunhoâs forehead pressed against yours, his eyes still dark with the afterglow of pleasure as he brushed his lips against your cheek.Â
âAre you okay?â he murmured, his breath warm and sweet against your skin.
You nod, feeling the silken sheets beneath you stick to your perspiration-slicked back. âMore than okay.â
As his lips found yours again, the kiss rekindling the embers of your passion, you felt your body responding once more. His hands began to wander, skimming down your body, reigniting the fire heâd just extinguished. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that promised more to come.
When his hardness pressed against your thigh, evidence of his renewed arousal, a thought crystallized in your mindâa wish youâd kept secret even from yourself.
âYuyu, I wanna try going raw,â you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
âPlease,â you added, your voice barely hanging onto the end of a moan. âI want to feel you so bad.â
Yunho pulled back slightly, his eyes widening as he searched your face. âAre you sure?â he asked, voice rough with desire but tinged with concern. âWeâve neverââ
âIâm sure, I trust you,â you assured him, hands framing his face.Â
His pupils dilated, darkening his gaze as he processed your request. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to feel you like that,â he confessed, voice dropping to a husky whisper. âTo feel you clench around meâfuck.â
The raw honesty in his admission sent a fresh wave of arousal through you. You shifted beneath him, legs parting in invitation.Â
âWhat are you waiting for then?,â you challenged, nipping at his bottom lip.
Yunhoâs hands trembled slightly as he reached between your bodies. You watched, breath caught in your throat, as his fingers found the base of the condom.Â
âLet me just...â he murmured, pinching the latex and sliding it off with one fluid motion.
He gave himself a few slow strokes, coating his length with his previous release. Something primal stirred in your stomach at the knowledge that nothing would separate you now, that youâd feel every vein, every pulse, every drop of him.
âCâmere,â you whispered, reaching for him.
A growl rumbled in his chest as he positioned himself between your thighs, the blunt head of his cock teasing your entrance.Â
âYouâre still so wet for me,â he murmured appreciatively, dragging his cock head up and down, gathering your slickness to ease his way.
You sigh as he pushes forward, the sensation somehow more intense than before. Whether it was the psychological thrill of what was to come or simply your heightened sensitivity, you couldnât tellâbut every nerve ending seemed to spark as he filled you inch by inch.
âGod, you feel incredible,â he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He stilled for a moment, forehead pressed against yours, breathing ragged. âS-shit youâre even tighter than before.â
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. âM-move baby,â you pleaded, fingers digging into his shoulders.Â
He began a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust measured and deep. His eyes never left yours, maintaining a connection that transcended the physical. This wasnât just sex anymoreâthis was something more profound, a new level of intimacy neither of you had experienced before.Â
âI can feel every part of you,â you whine, arching to meet his thrusts.Â
Every drag of his cock is unrelenting, grinding deep, pressing into the softest parts of you like heâs trying to carve his shape into your body.
âI can feel you clenching around me,â he rasps, voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. âSo hot, Fuckâ! Mâ not going to last.â
His pace increased gradually, hips snapping more forcefully against yours. Plap, plap, plap! The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by your breathless moans and his deeper groans. One of his hands slid between your bodies, finding your swollen clit and circling it with figure 8âs.
âYunâsâtoo muchâ,â
âGonna fuck you so full, youâll feel me leaking out of you for days,â he groaned, his breath hot against your ear.
His words sent a jolt of pure lust through you, pushing you closer to the edge. Your nails raked down his forearms as the pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with each perfect thrust. When he shifted the angle slightly, hitting that spot deep inside, your vision blurring as you cried out his name.
âYou were made for this cock werenât you, baby?â he quips, movements growing more erratic as his own release approaches. âLet go for me, Iâve got you.â
The combination of his words, his touch, and the knowledge of what was to come pushed you over the precipice. Your orgasm hit you hard, more intense than the first, tearing a scream from your throat as your inner walls clamped down on him in rhythmic pulses.
Yunhoâs rhythm faltered as your body gripped him tighter. âFuck,â his voice breaking. âIâm going toââ
âYes,â you lock your ankles behind his back to keep him deep inside. âFill me up, Yunnie. I need it.â
With a primal groan that reverberated through your joined bodies, he buried himself as deep as possible and let go. The hot pulse of his release inside you was unlike anything youâd ever feltâintimate in a way that transcended physical pleasure. Each throb of his cock sent aftershocks through your sensitive core, drawing out your own climax until you were both trembling and breathless.
After a moment, Yunho carefully withdrew from you, both of you wincing at the sensation. He casts his gaze down as he watches his cum slowly leak out of you, he silently swears thatâs the hottest thing heâs ever seen. He rolled to your side, propping himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with an expression so tender it made your chest ache. The hurt from earlier had dissolved, replaced by a bone-deep satisfaction that made your limbs feel heavy and your mind blissfully quiet.
"I donât expect you to forgive me right now, but I really do apologise for being a dick" he whispered, tracing patterns on your stomach with his fingertips. "Not just about tonight. About every time I've made you feel second to anything."
You reached up to touch his cheek, thumb brushing across his lower lip. "I know baby, itâs okay."
He caught your thumb between his teeth, giving it a gentle bite before releasing it. "I don't think I'm done properly apologizing just yet."
Before you could question his meaning, he was moving down your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones, the valley between your breasts, the soft plane of your stomach. Each touch of his lips felt like a separate apology, a promise written in the language of skin against skin.
"Huh? What are youâ" Your question cut off with a gasp as he settled between your thighs, strong hands gently spreading your legs wider.
"One last time, please?" he murmured, his breath teasing your sensitive flesh.Â
You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him with wide eyes. "You don't have toâ"
"I want toâno, I need to," he interrupted, holding your gaze as he lowered his mouth to your inner thigh, placing a reverent kiss there.Â
The first swipe of his tongue made you jerk, oversensitive from your previous orgasms. He shushed you gently, hands stroking your thighs in soothing circles. "Relax for me, baby. Let me take care of you."
His tongue was gentle this time, exploratory rather than demanding. He lapped softly at your entrance, tasting the evidence of his own release mixed with your arousal. The intimacy of it made you shudder, a fresh wave of desire washing through you despite your exhaustion.
"You taste like us," he murmured against your flesh, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. "So fucking good."
His thumbs spread you open, exposing your most sensitive parts to his hungry gaze. Yunho took his time, alternating between broad, flat licks that covered your entire sex and precise, pointed flicks of his tongue against your clit. He seemed determined to memorize every fold, every texture, learning the geography of your pleasure with devoted attention.
One thick finger slid inside youâthen two making your thighs squeeze around him harder. You were dripping down his chin, he didnât care. He just kept eating like your pussy was the only thing on Earth that could satisfy him. You squirm and turn to get away from the overstimulating pleasure but your boyfriend wasnât having it.
Yunho pulled back long enough for you to see his drenched, swollen lips, âBaby, you gotta stay still fâme.â
You physically canât. All you want to do is run away. Itâs almost like your body isnât listening to you. He slows the pace slightly, you look down to see how your cunt takes in his fingersâyou moan at the sight. Yunho smirks and resumes his original pace as your cream covers his fingers. Your dripping cunt meets his mouth in a dirty French kiss. The dual sensation was overwhelming, building a pressure that felt impossible after you'd already come twice.
Your hands found his hair, gripping the soft strands as your hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his face. He groaned in approval, doubling his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his fingers pressing harder against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. The orgasm built slowly this time, a gradual tightening rather than a sudden rush. Your thighs began to tremble, inner walls fluttering around his fingers as your climax approached. Yunho sensed it, his free hand reaching up to find yours, fingers interlacing as he anchored you through the rising pleasure.
"Yunâ shit!," you cry out, his name came as a warning. "I can'tâfeels too good,"
"You can do it," he encouraged, lips closing around your clit and sucking gently. "Cum on my tongue, baby."
The orgasm washed over you in gentle waves rather than a violent crash, spreading warmth through your limbs like honey. You shuddered against his mouth, back arching off the bed as he worked you through it, his touch gentling as your sensitivity peaked. Only when you weakly pushed at his shoulder did he relent, placing one final kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up your body. His chin and lips glistened with evidence of his devotion, and when he kissed you, you tasted yourself on his tongue.
Yunho pulls away from the kiss, his eyes full of tenderness as he brushes your hair back from your forehead. Your body feels boneless, pleasantly exhausted in a way that makes even lifting your head seem like an impossible task.
"Don't move, baby," he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Iâll be right back."
He slipped from the bed, and you heard the sound of water running in the bathroom. The loss of his warmth made you shiver, your body suddenly aware of the cooling sweat and the evidence of your shared pleasure drying on your thighs. You felt deliciously used but above all, you felt so thoroughly loved.Â
Yunho returned moments later with a warm washcloth in one hand and a small towel in the other. The mattress dipped as he sat beside you, his expression so gentle it made your chest ache.
"Spread your legs for me," he said softly, and when you hesitated, a blush creeping up your cheeks, he added, "I made this mess. Let me clean it up."
You complied, letting your knees fall open. The warm cloth felt heavenly against your sensitive skin as he carefully wiped away the remnants of your lovemaking.
"Does that feel okay?" he asked, eyes flicking up to yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.
"Perfect," you murmured, touched by his attentiveness.
He paid special attention to the insides of your thighs, the cloth soothing against skin that would likely bear marks tomorrowâevidence of his passion. When he was satisfied with his work, he folded the cloth and set it aside, then used the towel to gently pat you dry.
"Roll over for me?" he requested, and you turned onto your stomach, sighing as he ran the cloth down your back, cleaning away the sweat that had gathered there. His free hand followed the path of the cloth, massaging lightly at the tension points in your shoulders.
"You're so beautiful," he said, voice thick with emotion. "Every inch of you."
When he's satisfied you're clean, he disappears again, returning with a fresh washcloth and a glass of water. He sets the water on your nightstand before cleaning himself with quick, efficient movements.
"Drink," he encourages, helping you sit up against the headboard.Â
You take obedient sips, watching as he moves around the bedroom, picking up discarded clothing and tossing it into the hamper. He pulls on fresh boxers before retrieving your favourite sleep shirt from the drawerâthe soft blue one with the worn collar that feels like a cloud against your skin.
"Arms up baby," he instructs, and you comply, letting him dress you. The fabric settles around you, smelling of laundry detergent and home.
He disappears one more time, returning with a small bottle of lotion. "Scoot forward," he says, and when you do, he settles behind you, legs bracketing yours.
His hands, warm and covered with lotion, begin massaging your shoulders, working out knots you didn't even know were there. You moan softly as his thumbs press into a particularly tight spot.
"Your muscles are so tense," he murmurs, working methodically down your back.Â
You let your head fall forward, surrendering to his touch. "Just been a long day."
"Made longer by my thoughtlessness," he adds, voice tight with regret. His hands never stop their gentle work, kneading and soothing your tired body.Â
When he's finished with your back, he guides you to lie down, pulling the covers up to your chin. The sheets are cool and fresh against your skin, and you sink into them with a contented sigh.
Yunho turns off the lamp before sliding in beside you. In the darkness, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His lips press against the nape of your neck, warm breath tickling your skin.
"I love you so much," he whispers, the words vibrating through your connected bodies. "How did I get so lucky with you?"
You giggle as you nestle back against him, fitting your body to his like puzzle pieces clicking into place. "I love you too."
His hand finds yours beneath the covers, fingers interlacing. "Tomorrow, I'm all yours. The whole day. We can do whatever you want. No games, no distractions."
You smile into the darkness, already feeling sleep pulling at the edges of your consciousness. "Sounds perfect, I look forward to it."
Just before you drift off, you feel him press another kiss to your hair, his voice a quiet promise in the darkness: "Sleep well, baby. I'll be right here when you wake up."
For the first time all day, you feel completely at peace, wrapped in his arms and his promise. A promise you know, this time, he'll keep.
When morning came, sunlight streaming through the blinds you'd forgotten to close, you found him already awake, watching you with warm eyes and a gentle smile. True to his word, he spent the entire day focused solely on youâmaking breakfast together, holding your hand as you walked through the park and listening attentively as you finally told him about your disastrous presentation.
And that night, when you curled up on the couch to watch the show he'd promised, his pc remained untouched, his phone on silent. His arm around you felt like safety, like home. A promise kept and a lesson learned.
Some apologies are spoken.Â
Others are lived.Â
Yunho's was both.
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ââ established relationship, hongjoong x fem!reader
âYou want to stay in control? Fine. Get on top and show me what youâve got.â
When the sun hits the orange of his hair, Hongjoong looks like a painting of peace. But youâve always been one for a little chaos. In the quiet hours before the world wakes, the power dynamic shifts from his firm commands to your desperate hunger. Watch the Captain unravel as the morning light turns from honeyed to scorching, proving that some leaders are at their best when they finally let go.
Genre: smut
Trigger Warnings (spoilers ahead): explicit sexual content (mdni), somnophilia, oral sex (m-receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, praise, body worship, slight hair pulling
WC: ~3k
ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââ ââââThe morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, honeyed glow over the room. Itâs quiet, save for the rhythmic, low sound of Hongjoongâs breathing. You watch him for a moment, tracing the way his messy orange hair spills across the white pillowcase like a burst of autumn. He looks different when heâs asleepâsofter, the sharp edge of his leadership replaced by a serene vulnerability. Usually, heâs the one guiding you, his hands firm and commanding, his voice a low rasp as he dictates exactly how heâs going to make you come. You love being at his mercy, feeling the weight of his dominance and the safety that comes with it. But today, the idea of shifting that power dynamic makes your blood hum with a different kind of electricity.
You move with the grace of a ghost, the mattress barely dipping as you slide down under the heavy comforter. The air beneath the covers is thick and warm, smelling of clean linen and his skin. Your heart is thumping so violently against your ribs that youâre sure he can hear it, but his snores remain steadyâsoft, endearing little catches in the back of his throat. Slowly, agonizingly so, you reach for the waistband of his boxers. Your fingers brush against his hip, and you freeze, holding your breath until he lets out a long, peaceful exhale. Inch by inch, you peel the fabric down. The thrill of seeing him like thisârelaxed, unaware, and completely exposed to youâsends a sharp ache of desire straight to your core.
Heâs soft in your hand at first, a velvet weight that feels foreign and intimate in this quiet hour. You bring your palm to your lips, coating it with heat and slick moisture before wrapping your fingers around him. You start slow, a gentle, rhythmic friction designed to coax him awake from the inside out. As you work him, you watch the transformation. His cock begins to thicken, length growing heavy and hot against your palm. The heat in your own belly blooms, a pulsing tension that makes your thighs ache. You canât help yourself anymore; you lean down, the tip of your tongue darting out to taste the salt on his tip before you take him fully into your mouth.
The heat of your throat is a stark contrast to the cool morning air above the blankets. You swirl your tongue around the ridge, sucking deeply, your cheeks hollowing as you pull. You place your hands firmly on his thighs to steady yourself, feeling the corded muscle of his legs. A low, guttural groan vibrates through the mattress. Hongjoong stirs, his hips giving a subconscious, instinctive twitch upward into the warmth of your mouth. His breathing hitches, breaking its steady rhythm. Heâs still lost in the haze of a dream, but his body is responding to you with a mindless, primal intensity.
You pick up the pace, your head bobbing as you take more of him, swirling your tongue over the sensitive underside. Youâre in control now. The man who usually commands the stage and the bedroom is currently at the whim of your tongue and teeth, and the sheer power of it makes you feel dizzy. He groans again, louder this time, his hand moving blindly across the sheets as if searching for yours. Heâs right on the edge of waking, his body tightening under your touch as he prepares to surrender to the sensation youâre providing.
The friction of your tongue and the tight, wet suction of your mouth finally pull him from the depths of sleep. It isnât a sudden jolt; itâs a slow, syrupy slide into consciousness, fueled by the sheer, unadulterated pleasure centered between his legs. Hongjoongâs eyes flutter open, blinking against the soft morning light. For a second, heâs disoriented, his mind foggy with dreamsâuntil he feels the rhythmic pull, the heat of your throat, and the way your hands are digging into his thighs to keep yourself steady. A sharp, ragged breath hitches in his chest. He doesnât stop you. He doesnât even move at first, paralyzed by the sight of the duvet bunched up, moving rhythmically with your efforts. The realization hits him: you are doing this. You, his usually submissive partner, have taken advantage of his sleep to claim him.
The thought is so incredibly hot it makes his head light. He reaches down, his fingers trembling slightly as he hooks them under the edge of the blanket and peels it back. The sight that greets him nearly sends him over the edge instantly. Youâre flushed, your eyes hooded and dark with a hunger heâs never seen directed at him quite like this. Your lips are stretched wide, slick and glistening, as you take him back into the heat of your mouth.
âFuck,â he rasps, the word more of a broken prayer than a curse. His voice is wreckedâdeep from sleep, and thick with a sudden, soaring arousal. He watches you, his knuckles turning white as he grips the headboard. Usually, heâs the one watching your expressions, guiding your hips, telling you how good youâre taking him. But seeing you like thisâdeliberate, focused, and utterly in control of his pleasureâstrips away his usual composure. You look up at him through your lashes, never stopping the steady, agonizingly perfect movement of your mouth. You see the way his pupils are blown wide, the way his jaw is clenched so tight the muscles are leaping. Youâve never seen Hongjoong look this unraveled.
âYouâve been... keeping this from me?â he groans, his hips beginning to roll instinctively, seeking more of that friction. He tries to reach for your hair, to pull you closer, but he stops himself, his hand hovering in the air. He wants to see how far youâll take this. He wants to see you own him. âDonât stop,â he commands, though it lacks his usual bite; itâs a plea, raw and desperate. âGod, youâre so good at this. Keep going, baby. Finish what you started.â
The sound of his praise, mixed with the sight of him trembling under your touch, sends a surge of heat through you. You swirl your tongue around his tip, catching the heavy drop of his release before plunging down, taking every inch of him. His back arches off the mattress, his head tossing back into the pillows. The orange of his hair is a vibrant mess against the white linen as he loses the battle for control. His breath comes in short, jagged gasps, and he starts chanting your name like a mantra, his hands finally dropping to your shoulders, not to push you away, but to hold himself as the world dissolves into the sensation of your mouth. Heâs entirely at your mercy, and heâs never found anything more intoxicating in his life. His knuckles are white as he grips the sheets, watching you through half-lidded, dark eyes.
You donât slow down. If anything, seeing him awake and unraveling gives you a fresh surge of adrenaline. You decide to push him over the edge before he can even think about regaining his usual dominance. You begin to moan around himâyour movements turning from rhythmic to frantic, a desperate, wild fervor that leaves him no room to breathe. You use your hands to pump the base of him while your mouth works the top with a punishingly tight suction. Youâre messy with it now, slick and unashamed, moving your head with an aggressive speed that makes the bed creak. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive ridge with a chaotic intensity, swirling, sucking, and flicking until heâs making sounds youâve never heard from him beforeâhigh, broken whines that catch in his throat.
âWaitâstop, youâreâfuckâ he tries to gasp out, but the words die as a physical jolt wracks his body. His hips start to buck uncontrollably, trying to meet the frantic pace of your mouth, but youâre too fast, too relentless. Youâre a blur of heat and friction, and he hits his limit with a violent, full-body shudder. His back arches so high off the bed that only his heels and shoulders are touching the mattress. âGodâfuck, Iâmâ!â His voice breaks into a silent scream as he finally, explosively, cums. Itâs a hard, pulsing release that floods your mouth, the heat of him searing against your tongue. Heâs shaking, his breath coming in ragged, sobbing gasps as the waves of pleasure crash over him, leaving him limp and dazed.
Only then, as the last of the tremors leave his legs, do his hands finally find their way to you. His fingers dive into your hair, not with his usual calculated authority, but with a raw, shaky desperation. He tugs gently, pulling your head up so he can look at you. His orange hair is a wild halo against the pillow, sweat dampening his brow, and his chest is heaving as if heâs just run a marathon. He looks at your flushed face, your swollen, glistening lips, and the sheer pride in your eyes. âYouâre trying to kill me,â he whispers, his voice a wrecked mess. He pulls you up the bed, his grip on your hair tightening just enough to let you know the âCaptainâ is back, even if his legs are still numb. That familiar, commanding spark is back in his dark eyes. He pulls you up the length of his body until your face is inches from his. He tastes himself on your lips when he crushes his mouth against yours, the kiss messy, hot, and demanding. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, claiming you with a hunger that says heâs nowhere near finished.
âYou want to stay in control? Fine,â he rasps against your lips. He grips your hips, his fingers bruising the skin as he pulls your bottoms down. âGet on top and show me what youâve got. If youâre going to own me, baby, youâd better do it right.â
He settles against the headboard, but he isnât passive. One hand stays locked on your waist while the other slides down, disappearing between your thighs. You gasp into the crook of his neck as his fingersâthe fingers of a man who spends hours meticulously composing musicâbegin to compose something much more primal on your skin. He doesnât rush. He brushes his thumb over your clit in slow, agonizing circles, catching the moisture youâve been building up since the moment you started on him. The friction is perfect, a focused heat that makes your toes curl.
âLook at me,â he commands, his voice dropping an octave.
You lift your head, your hair a mess, breath hitching as he slips two fingers inside you. He watches your expression, his thumb never stopping that relentless, buzzing pressure on your center. Youâre slick, tight, and aching for the weight of him to replace his hand.
âYouâre so ready for me,â he murmurs, a smirk finally tugging at the corner of his mouthâthe look of a man who knows exactly how much power he still holds, even while youâre on top of him. âGo on, then. Take what you want.â
He withdraws his hand, leaving you cold and pulsing for a split second before you guide him to your entrance. You move slowly, your eyes locked on his as you sink down. The sensation of him filling you, stretching you wide, is so intense that your head lolls back, a broken sound escaping your throat.
Hongjoongâs hands fly to your waist, he groans, a deep, vibrating sound that you feel in your very bones. Youâre completely seated on him now.
âThere you are,â he whispers, his eyes hooded and dark. âNow, show me. Work for it.â
As you sink onto him again, your thighs tremble so violently you think you might collapse, but his hands are thereâsteady, and unyieldingâgripping your waist to keep you centered. You arenât just moving; you are grinding into him, seeking the direct heat of his pelvic bone against yours. The sensation of him filling you to the hilt is a dull, beautiful ache that makes your internal muscles clench in an instinctive, rhythmic possessiveness.
âLook at what youâre doing to me,â Hongjoong rasps, his head thumping back against the headboard. His eyes are blown so wide the dark irises have swallowed the light. âYouâre shaking, baby. Youâre so tight I can feel your heartbeat inside you.â
A broken, high-pitched moan hitches in your throat as you lean down, your sweat-slicked skin sliding against his chest. You find his mouth again, but itâs not a gentle kissâitâs a collision. Your teeth clash, your lips bruising as you drink the frantic sounds heâs making.
He changes the angle, driving himself deeper until youâre gasping for air you canât quite catch. The shift is subtle, but itâs the reminder: he is the one in charge.
âThatâs it, take it all,â he praises, his voice a vibration against your ear that sends a fresh jolt of electricity straight to your clit. âShow me how much you want it. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.â
âJoong⌠please,â you sob, your fingers digging into his shoulders, feeling the corded tension of his muscles. âIâm⌠Iâm gonnaââ
âI know. Iâve got you,â he murmurs, his tone shifting from commanding to something achingly tender, yet no less intense. âCome for me, sweetheart. Let me feel exactly how much you love me.â
The world narrows down to the point where your bodies meet. You feel the tremors start in the small of your back, radiating outward until your entire body is vibrating. Youâre clenching around him so hard itâs a beautiful agony, your walls pulsing in a frantic, desperate rhythm that mirrors the erratic beat of his heart against your chest. His hips snap upward, meeting your descent with a punishing force that finally shatters you. A ragged, soul-deep scream is torn from your lungs, muffled against the damp skin of his neck. Youâre blinded by white light, your vision swimming as the contractions take over, wave after wave of heat washing through you. Beneath you, Hongjoong unravels completely. His back arches, his vocal cords straining as he lets out a guttural, raw sound of his own, his body locking as he surrenders his last bit of control to you.
For a long minute, the only sound is the frantic, overlapping gasps of two people trying to remember how to breathe. You collapse onto him, your head tucked under his chin, your bodies glued together by sweat and the lingering heat of your release.
Hongjoong doesnât let go. His arms wrap around you, his hands trembling as he strokes your hair, his touch infinitely gentle now. There is a profound, heavy peace in the way he holds youâa silent acknowledgment that while you may have taken the lead, you both ended up exactly where you were meant to be: lost in each other.
âMy good girl,â he whispers, his voice wrecked and soft, pressing a lingering, salt-tinged kiss to your temple. âStay right here. Donât move an inch.â
The weight of his body beneath yours is a grounding comfort, a stark contrast to the electric chaos of moments ago. The air in the room, once heavy and stifling, now feels cool against your damp skin as the adrenaline begins to recede, leaving a soft, syrupy lethargy in its wake. Hongjoong doesnât let you move. He keeps his arms locked around you, his hands performing a slow, rhythmic dance across your backâtracing the line of your spine, then fanning out over your ribs.
âDonât hide,â he nudges your chin up with his knuckles, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are still dark, but the hunger has been replaced by a soft, shimmering warmth.
Youâre flushed, and you canât help the small, shy smile that tugs at your lips. âI didnât think youâd let me go that far.â
He lets out a breathy, exhausted laugh, his thumb catching a bead of sweat on your temple. âI didnât think you had it in you to push me that hard, sweetheart. Youâre full of surprises this morning.â He pulls you closer, tucking your head into the hollow of his shoulder. âI think you actually broke me for a second there. My legs are still buzzing.â
You huddle closer, the silence of the room feel meaningfulânot empty, but full of the residue of what you just shared. âYou liked it, though,â you whisper, a bit of that newfound boldness returning. âBeing at my mercy.â
âI loved it,â he admits, his voice dropping into a tone of raw honesty he usually reserves for his lyrics. He tangles his fingers in your hair, tugging gently to keep your gaze. âItâs always been you and me, hasnât it? Like weâre two halves of the same melody. Even when youâre taking from me, it feels like youâre giving me everything.â He kisses your forehead, then your nose, his movements slow and deliberate. âYouâre so beautiful when youâre like this,â he says, his gaze tracing the curve of your lips. âI want to see that version of you more often.â
You shift, resting your cheek on his chest, listening to the slow, steadying thump-thump of his heart. Itâs finally returning to a normal rhythm, though his skin is still radiating a fierce heat. The morning light has moved, the honeyed glow now stretching across the foot of the bed, marking the start of a day neither of you is ready to face yet.
âStay?â you ask, the word barely a breath.
âNowhere else Iâd rather be,â he promises, his voice thick with a returning sleepiness. He pulls the duvet up over both of you, creating a small, private world that smells of linen and love. âThe world can wait. Right now, I just want to be yours.â
ŕŠâşâ§âË ŕ˝ŕ˝˛âWELCOME TO SPOOKYTOWN âŕ˝ŕž Ëââ§âş *੠STORY FOUR
pairing: doorman! san x f! reader
he was the sweetest guy you knew, always greeting you with a good morning and goodnight. but he had a secret, a dark one. he admired you, no, he was infatuated by you. so much so, that heâd break into your apartment and make up a fantasy with your stuff.
[WARNINGS]: MDNI 18+!!, smut, stalker san, sub san, masturbating, fondling, oral (f. receiving), breaking in and entering, san is a major creep, obsession, stealing?? mentioning of toys, pet names (my love), lowkey a slow burn
word count: 2.5k
He greeted you every morning and every night. He knew your routine better than you did. What days youâd be out, how long, even the minor hiccups where you decided to stay out longer or maybe not at all.
It put a smile on his face seeing you, telling you good morning and even trying to make your day by complimenting you.
Except something lurked deeper beneath these simple gestures. San wasnât just the apartment doorman everyone adored. He was your admirer, your stalker.
âI just donât understand. My things just keep going missing.â
He recalled you complaining to him. How upset you were that mail, laundry, even perfumes were going missing from your home. You lived in a high class apartment, so every so often a maid would come to clean your house when you were busy with work. You suspected it couldâve been her, but even when she wasnât here, things were still being stolen.
âDonât worry my love. Iâll get to the bottom of it for you.â
His reassurance brought you comfort, but what you didnât know is that it was him. San had access to the keys of every apartmentâ that was in case of an emergency, but he used it to his advantage.
Just like he was now.
The lights were off, your breakfast half eaten on the island table. The apartment was cold and he wondered why you had the heating off. He walked to your bathroom, catching a glimpse of your shampoo and body washes. He grabbed the soap and turned on the sink to wash his hands with it.
Sweet but fruity, it wasnât overly strong but wasnât faint either. He yearned to smell this on your skin. He put the body wash back where it was, being sure to place it as he saw.
San peeked his head out of the bathroom and spotted your room, making his heart almost jump out of his chest. He quickly walked into your room, turning on the lamp to get a better glimpse of the place you felt safest. Your bed wasnât made, pajamas still spread out amongst the sheets.
He walked over and picked up your shirt, bringing it up to his face and taking in a big whiff. He could smell the faint scent of your body wash mixing with the vanilla lotion he had gifted you the past Christmas. It given him a feeling of possession to know that you used something he chose for you.
He felt his pants squeeze, his member beginning to throb over your scent. It felt so wrong coming into your apartment without you being here, but he didnât care. If you didnât know, who could it hurt?
San put the shirt down, finding your laundry basket peeking out from the closet. A creeped smile appeared on his face and he walked toward it, an outline of your undergarments catching his attention. Your bra sat on top of the clothes, making his heart flutter as he stopped in front of it.
He slowly picked up the bra, feeling the wire and small pieces of designed fabric that lined it. It was prettyâ a baby pink with white lace lining the edges. He brought it up to his face, shamefully holding it under his nose as he took a small sniff.
âSmells just like you.â he muttered.
His cock strained in his pants, aching to be touched with every breath he took in of your scent. He could just imagine you in this bra, breasts perky and sitting just perfectly in them.
He dropped it back into the basket, walking over to your night stand. One of the drawers were a tad bit opened and he couldnât help but be nosey. San pulled it out, his eyes immediately falling to the toys laying inside.
Vibrators, dildos, even things made for nipple stimulation all hidden beneath your rows of panties. He felt like he was in heaven. He wondered just how lonely you felt, eager to want and try these on you, to give you a newfound pleasure in touching yourself.
At this point, his cock was pounding, throbbing inside of his pants. He only had so much time before you came home, maybe it was enough time to satisfy his needs and sneak away unscathed.
He grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and closed the drawer, walking over to your desk chair to take a seat. He pulled his pants down jsut enough to reveal his boxers and the large hill that grew in them. He pulled his member from the hole, a large sigh leaving his lips as he grasped it gently. He held your panties close, taking whiffs every few seconds as he began to pump himself.
âFuck..â
He threw his head back, tip feeling as sensitive as ever. He wrapped your underwear at the base of his shaft, its light blue color illuminating in the light. San thrusted his hand over his tip, every groan growing more filthy than the last as he closed his eyes.
He imagined you in those underwear, nothing but that on. Your chest on full display to him as you fucked yourself senseless in his lap. He could feel them in his hands, squeezing them, running his pads along your nipples.
Itâs like he could feel you squeezing around his cock, your sweet spot angled perfectly on his tip. Him imagined your sweet moans filling the room, all while he filled you with his seed.
All the blood poured to his cock, his hand working harder and faster. The closer his high got, the more he smelled your delicious scent. The more he craved you, wanting to hold you so close while he throbbed inside of you.
Suddenly the front door flew open and the sound of your keys echoed down the hall. San froze, heart dropping as he heard you enter the kitchen. He immediately got up, pulling his pants up and crawling under your bed. He stuffed your underwear in his pocket.
He tried to relax his breath, making sure not to make a sound as your steps grew closer. He heard your door creak open, your foot steps walking in and stopping at the edge of your bed. He felt his heart drop at seeing you, hearing you shuffle as you took off your clothes.
San moved slightly, his eyes catching a glimpse of you in the mirror. Youâve already taken off most of your work clothes, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and bra.
His cock twitched, watching as you began to slip your bra off of your shoulders. Your breasts slipped out of the cups naturally, nipples hard and perked. He threatened to let a groan slip, his member straining against his tight slacks.
Soon came your underwear, sliding down your legs gracefully. You dropped them into the hamper, just freely walking throughout your room without any ounce of clothing on. Itâs like he was in heaven.
You walked over to your bed and hopped into it, leaving him confused as he wondered your next move. You wouldâve headed to the bathroom for a shower by now, you always did after work.
âCome here.â
Your words were breathless, sweet. Calling for something, or someone. San wondered who you were talking to, remaining silent as he didnât want you to know of his presence.
He heard you roll over in bed, a small sigh leaving your lips. Your eyes glanced to the mirror, catching a shadow under your bed. This confirmed it. He was here, and you knew it.
âI know youâre here San.â
He froze, breath caught as his name rolled off your tongue. He dint want to move, he didnât want to say anything. His face burned bright red, body heated as he was embarrassed beyond belief.
He didnât know it, but you had a camera in your living roomâ motion detected. When he walked in unannounced, naturally your system went off, sending a notification to your phone. Not only that, but he left your bedroom lamp on. Classic.
Usually youâd be creeped out, even a bit scared to even come home, but something about San didnât leave you that way. You knew he took a liking to you. You knew he was taking your undergarments from the laundry room, but you let him because you liked him too.
Now, you were finally alone with him and he was going to listen to you.
âAre you just gonna sit there in silence? Come here.â
San let out a deep breath of defeat, crawling from under the bed and standing before you. His eyes darted away from your naked body, unsure of where to look without being disrespectful.
You sat up, giving him a smug smile as you reached your hand out. You gripped his shirt, tugging it down toward you. He was inches away from you, face still red like he was drunk off soju.
âAww, cats out the bag now huh?â
San stayed silent, feeling your grip loosen on his shirt. You grabbed his hand, guiding it against your body slowly. San felt his cock strain behind his pants, your skin soft and warm just as he imagined it to be. You stopped at your breasts, meeting his eyes as his thumb brushed over your nipple.
âDonât be shy. Touch me.â
He did as you said, his thumb rolling against your nipple. A soft gasp escaped you and you arched your back slightly. He brought his other hand up, cupping your other breast and squeezing at it.
This was everything he wantedâ to touch you, feel your body heat up as he felt you up and down. He bent over, bringing his mouth down to your chest.
âCan I?â
You nodded, your hand cupping the back of his neck as he took your nipple into his lips. He sucked on it gently, his other hand tugging at your nipple between his fingers. You brushed his locks softly, feeling his tongue swirl around your nub with a slow motion.
You threw your head back in pleasure, his other hand gripping onto your waist to keep you grounded. His tongue flicked your nipple repeatedly, earning quiet moan out of you.
âSo good, Sannie.â you ran your fingers through his black locks, twirling them softly.
âCome, please.â
He looked up at you, watching as your body shifted in bed to make room for him. He immediately crawled on top of you, hands falling to his pants. You made a face and stuck your hand out to stop him, rolling your eyes in annoyance.
âAh ah, you broke into my house.â you tugged his shirt, pulling him down so his face was mere inches away from yours.
âSo unless you want to be fired, I suggest you listen to me.â
San nodded, watching as you spread your legs open for him. Your bare cunt sat right in front of him, wet and sticky. He felt his heartbeat quicken and his cock continued to strain against his slacks, begging to be let free.
San bent over, his face hovering over your soaked heat. You moved your fingers out of the way, letting him take over as his fingers snaked up your thigh. He kissed at them softly, his other hand sliding between your folds. He rolled the pads of his fingers around your clit, treading it slightly.
A small whimper left you, feeling his warm fingers flick at you softly. His lips pecked at your inner thigh, making his way further down. He looked up at you, watching you throw your arms over your face as he played with you.
âSo wet my love.â
San pushed a finger inside of you, feeling your walls clench around him in passive motions. He could feel his tip leaking into his underwear, imagining how it would feel with you wrapped around him.
You arched your back, feeling his finger curl inside of you. He pumped you slowly, letting you adjust to him before adding another finger. He stretched you out with just two, his pumps steady as he let you adjust. You squeezed his fingers, your moans getting louder with every push.
âHarder. Please harder..â
He listened to your pleas, increasing the force his fingers dealt to your hole. His lips hung over you, desperate for a taste of how sweet you could be. He kissed just above your bud, watching your body shutter as you tried to prepare yourself.
His lips kissed at your clit, letting his tongue seep through to flick at it softly. A long whine left you, feeling the tip of his tongue swirl around your bud.
âFuck..â you muttered, your hands brushing through his hair.
San got off on your pressure, rubbing his clothed member against your bed. His soft groans vibrated your cunt and he pulled his fingers out of you. He dragged his tongue up your slit, gathering your sweet liquid. You felt butterflies dance in your stomach, feeling his lips wrap around your bud.
He sucked, and he sucked hard. His tongue moved uncontrollably around your clit, sending a sharp pleasure in your spine as you threw your head up. You met his dark eyes, seeing how this was a moment heâs truly been waiting for.
He worked at you like an animal, moving his head side to side and stuffing his face further into your heat. He used his hands to push your thighs down, giving him more access to you.
âS-san.. fuck, I canât take it.â
Your moans grew filthy, a mixture of whines and cries filling his ears. He wouldnât stop, not when this moment was right in front of him. He licked up your slick, sucking you clean, it didnât matter if he couldnât breathe. He fucked you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your flit to give you double the pleasure.
âAh, fuck, donât stop please.â
San pushed his cock harder against your bed, the friction becoming unbearable for him. Heâd hope youâd let him do more than just touch you. Wishing that youâd let him stuff you with his leaking cock until you begged for mercy.
âTaste so good.. need more.â he muttered, voice barely heard from inside you.
You rocked your hips against his face, pushing his head down. His tongue fucked you relentlessly, lapping up all the juices that threatened to spill out of you.
You felt your stomach turn and tighten, a tingling sensation flowing through your cunt. In seconds you cummed on his faceâ hard, not giving him anytime to react. You soaked the sheets under you, your slick wetting the entirety of his chin and upper lip. San dragged his tongue in and around you, not willing to leave anything behind.
He got off of you, standing up from your bed and covering his pants. You looked down, moving his hands to reveal a decently sized wet spot on his slacks.
âIâm sorry. I got carried away.â
You laughed, undoing his buckle agonizingly slow. San watched you, holding his breath as you pulled his pants just enough to reveal his wet bulge. You placed your hand against it and squeezed it gently, a desperate groan leaving him. You got onto the floor, looking up at his pleading eyes.
âYou want me to play with you, Sannie?â
đ: lowkey⌠might be one of my favs. i hope yall donât mind me posting these out of order LMAO
âCan you lift my car with your hand? You were an ugly kid, but youâre a sexy man.â â When Did You Get So Hot, Sabrina Carpenter
pairing: cowboy? mingi x f! reader
after trying to find some kind of attention, you end up getting it from someone unexpected. someone who teaches you that a face doesnât tell you everything about a person.
[WARNINGS]: MDNI 18+!!!, smut, dom mingi, rough unprotected sex oops, a bit of biting, spanking (like once), mingiâs super stern, pet names (baby, princess, good girl, doll), a bit of masturbating, degrading??, praising, not proofread sorry
word count: 1.7k
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Everyone cheered you on as you spun circles around the bull. You held onto the handle, your other hand waving in the air as you cheered with the crowd. Your hat had fallen over, but you didnât care if it meant you were still standing.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
You were determined to break the record for the longest rider on the bullâ no girl has done it before, and you wanted to be the first.
The mechanical bull swung harder and harder, desperate to pull you off and make a fool out of you. Your hand gripped the bar tighter, hearing everyone countdown the final seconds around you.
Four.
Three.
Two.
You screamed joyfully, throwing both your hands in the air as the final second came and the bull stopped. Everyone around you either cheered or accepted defeat on losing their bet. You stepped off the bull, proudly accepting your medal as the host put it around your neck. A worker snapped your picture, asking for your name to put on the plaque for display.
Everyone watching stormed around you, congratulating you and asking you how you managed to stay on so easily. It felt good receiving this kind of praise, to know that all eyes were on you in a positive way rather than negatively. This was the attention you craved, the praising fulfilling a deeper need inside of you.
âThank you! Thank you! No it was actually easy!â
The questions kept coming, but at this point you just wanted to slip away. They were starting to become overwhelming. You felt someone pull your arm, and in mere seconds you were met with soft breeze of outside.
Your eyes met the manâs, confused as to who he was and why he had pulled you out here. He leaned against what looked like his truck, giving you a soft smile as he held his arm out in front of you.
âDropped your hat.â
You took it from him, returning a shy smile as you held the hat in your hands. You couldnât quite put your finger on it, but he seemed so familiar. You werenât sure why, but it felt as if youâve met each other before.
âThank you um, not to sound rude⌠do I know you?â
He raised an eyebrow at you, chuckling to himself as you stood there blankly. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, scrolling through it before holding it next to his face. Thatâs when it clicked.
Mingi??
Your jaw dropped at the comparison. Thereâs no way this extremely hot dude could be your nerdy classmate from high school. He was tall, jaw so chiseled, hair long and shiny. There wasnât an ounce of acne on his face anymore and he was so.. buff.
âI know, I know. Not the same guy you knew, huh?â
You shook your head, your face burning red as you grew embarrassed for not realizing him at first glance. He chuckled, moving off the truck and taking a couple of steps closer to you.
âYou did a pretty nice job up on that bull.â
Mingi grabbed your hat and placed it on your head, his hand cupping your chin softly as he pulled you to look up at him. You felt your heart drop, your face still red as he motioned closer to your face. You felt your hands press against his chest, stopping him from getting any closer to you.
âIm sorry but, Iâm not looking for anything right now.â
He raised his eyebrow at you, a small smirk painting his face as his hand dropped from your face. His eyes wandered yours, searching for even the slightest amount desperation in them.
You felt your knees grow weak, his stare was like poison. You didnât wanna give in to him, but god was he making it so hard not to.
âWho said it canât be a one time thing?â
Your heart skipped a beat as he got closer to you once again. Mingiâs hand held the back of your neck softly, his lips brushing against your ear.
âIâd love to see what made you win against that bull. Be a doll and do me a favor?â
That was all it took.
Here you were in a secluded area, just you, him and, the soft breeze of the night making its presence known every few seconds. You felt so exposed, but you had all his attention, all his praise. It felt good, so good to be seen like this.
âFuck, youâre so aggressive baby.â
You felt his teeth nip at your neck with every motion. Your panties weâre on the car floor, his jeans scrunched at his ankle. You felt his tip edging your insides as you rode him harder and harder. He was so big, but it felt too good to stop no matter how much it hurt.
You slipped your hands up his shirt, feeling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you closer to his body, desperate to thrust himself further inside of your hole. You threw your head back in pleasure, your nails scratching at his skin as he placed soft kisses against your shoulder.
âTake this off fâme.â
He tugged at your shirt so you did exactly as he asked. You threw your shirt to the side, leaving you in just a skirt. You continued to ride him eagerly, letting him sit there and watch as your tits bounced in front of him.
He was so turned on by you, by your body. It set something off in him to see you at his mercy, especially after never showing interest in grade school. Now here you were, vulnerable, needy, desperate. Taking all of him in as you tried so hard to chase your high.
Mingi felt you slowing down, catching him off guard slightly. Your moans grew louder, but you could feel his eyes piercing into you. His hand
âDid I say you could stop?â
You felt him thrust into you softly, earning a soft whine out of you. His hands grabbed your ass, pushing it up to give him more room. His thrusts got harder, the sounds of your whines and smacking skin surrounding the silence in the car. You rested your head on his shoulder, your fingers digging into his shirt.
His stuttered breaths bounced off your neck, feeling you clench around his dick repeatedly. Mingi grabbed your hand, pulling it off of his shirt and placing it against your bud. He moved your fingers for you at a slow and agonizing pace. A long moan escaped you, your legs spreading further out of habit.
âGood girl, touch yourself for me.â You did as he said, your fingers working tirelessly at your swollen bud while he pounded you from under.
âMingi, too hard.â
He scoffed at you, grabbing your face to look at him. His eyes were dark, sharp and, full of lust. He gave you a small look of disappointment, making your heart beat harder than before.
âOh now it hurts? Aww, poor baby wants me to stop?â
His thrusts slowed for just a moment, until he completely stopped. He pulled you off of him and adjusted himself before getting out of the truck. You looked at him confused before he pulled you out and dragged you to the front of the truck. You stood in front of the hood, watching as he took off his hat and threw it onto the windshield.
Without a second thought, he turned you around and pushed you against the hood of his car. The cold metal stung your skin slightly as he lifted your skirt up. He spread your legs apart and ran his fingers between your folds, feeling your slick gather between them.
âDonât worry princess, Iâll take good care of you.â
Without a warning, he shoved himself into you and began thrusting harder than before. You gasped loudly, feeling his tip pounding at your sweet spot. He grabbed a fist full of your hair, pulling your head up to look at yourself in the reflection of the windshield.
âLook at you, what a needy mess.â Mingi smirked, his thrust only getting sloppier by the minute.
âThis what you want? You want attention so bad you fuck anybody?â
Your cries filled his ears as your slick ran down your thighs. You were in heaven, but god were you embarrassed by the spell he had you under.
You felt his hand smack your ass harshly, leaving a bright red mark. You cried out, trying to find anything to keep you afloat as your knees buckled under his weight.
âAnswer me when I talk to you, yeah? Iâd hate to bruise your pretty skin.â
His grip on your hair tightened and he leaned in closer to you. His pressed soft kisses on down your spine, bringing you minimal comfort despite his harsh motion in you. It left you with mixed emotionsâ one second heâs degrading you, but the next heâs being gentle.
âFuck, Iâm so close baby.â he rested his head against your bed, his hand letting go of your hair to get a firmer grip on your waist.
âLet me ruin you. Fill you up with my love.â
You felt his thrusts stuttering and his groans grew louder. He was desperate, so desperate. He wanted this, no he needed this.
âYouâre doing so good fâme. Just how I want you.â
You never noticed him, but now you would. You wouldnât be able to leave him alone after he was done with you, and this exactly what he wanted.
To ruin you, to leave you wanting more. Craving more.
âOh my god. Fuckk.â
Within seconds you felt his warm liquid fill inside of you, but it was so much. You felt it spill down your leg as he fucked you slowly, making sure you took every bit he let out.
You tried to catch your breath, letting Mingi pull out slowly. He pulled you up to face him, his arms cradling your waist as he kissed at your jawline. You moaned softly, still out of breath. He led you back to the car, grabbing your shirt to cover you back up.
âNever judge a book by its cover, ainât that right doll?â
You nodded embarassingly, your face bright red as he gave you a sly smile. He took his time to fix you up, being gentle with your body after he made it fragile.
âLetâs get you home now.â he began to close the door, stopping to make another remark toward you.
âUnless.. you wanna stay with me.â
đ: there is no authors note. thatâs it.đ§ââď¸lowkey getting off my hiatus?
