𐙚 “Don’t Lift a Finger” - Yoon Yechan 𐙚
wc: 1.5k
Genre: Fluff, Smut MDNI 18+
Warnings: Soft dom!Yechan, Oral, Aftercare, Stress relief, Very gentle smut
You don’t even make it five steps into the apartment before Yechan’s arms are around you.
He’s warm, freshly showered, hoodie soft against your cheek as you bury your face into his chest. You don’t say anything—just sigh. Loud and long and heavy. That alone tells him everything.
“Tough day?” he asks softly, lips brushing your hair.
You nod.
He doesn’t press. Just kisses your forehead, takes your bag off your shoulder, and steers you gently toward the bedroom.
“I already ran a bath. Figured you’d be wiped.”
You blink up at him. “You did?”
“I was watching the clock all day,” he murmurs. “I know how hard this week’s been.”
He undresses you with care—not sexual, just… loving. Gentle hands that slip off your work clothes and set them aside like they’re fragile. You let him. You want to let him. It feels too good not to. To be taken care of like this. To not have to decide anything, to just be.
The bathroom glows warm with amber light. Steam curls up from the tub, carrying the scent of something soft and floral—your favorite. Your breath catches.
Yechan lifts you into the water, slow and steady, like he’s handling something precious. You sigh as it cradles you, every tense muscle melting bit by bit.
He presses a kiss to your temple. “Stay as long as you want. I’ll get something ready for you after.”
You want to tell him thank you—say something—but your eyes are already fluttering shut. He just smiles and slips out quietly.
By the time you come out later, skin warm and loose with calm, the bedroom is quiet and soft-lit. Yechan’s waiting on the bed. Clean sheets. Your favorite snacks on the nightstand. A hoodie already laid out for you—one of his.
You pull it on, then crawl into his lap, legs folding around his waist, your forehead resting against his.
“You really did all this for me?”
“Mm,” he hums. “Didn’t want you to worry about anything.”
His fingers slip beneath the hem of the hoodie as you settle over him—no underwear, nothing underneath—just you, fresh and soft from the bath. He tilts his head.
“Think I should help you relax a little more.”
You shiver. “Yeah?”
Yechan doesn’t make you beg.
He flips you gently onto your back, hands trailing down your thighs as he kisses you like he missed you. Like he needed you home. Then, without another word, he shifts down and presses his mouth to your inner thigh.
“You’ve been holding it together all day, huh?” he murmurs, dragging his lips higher. “Let me make it easier.”
You barely nod before he licks you in one long, slow stroke—and fuck.
Yechan eats you out like it’s the only way to end your day. Like it’s the most important thing he could be doing. Tongue slow, firm, no teasing—just deep, focused attention. He groans into you when your thighs tremble. Moans when you grab his hair.
And when you come, back arching, breath hitching in that broken little gasp that only he gets out of you, Yechan doesn’t stop. He licks you through it, hums into your pussy like he’s so proud, like this is exactly where he belongs.
“Still stressed?” he asks eventually, voice thick with warmth as he rests his chin on your thigh.
You laugh, dazed. “I literally forgot what work is.”
He grins. “Good.”
Then he climbs up beside you, wipes his mouth, and pulls you into his chest.
“I’ll deal with everything tomorrow,” he whispers into your hair. “Just let me be your peace tonight.”
You’re still a little floaty when he tugs the covers over both of you. Skin clean, body wrung out in the best way. He spoons you from behind, nuzzles into your hair, and you melt like you were made to be in his arms.
“You okay?” he murmurs, fingertips stroking slow shapes across your stomach.
“Mhm,” you breathe. “More than okay.”
He smiles against your shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “Good. You were so tense when you walked in. I hated seeing you like that.”
“I didn’t want to bring it home with me.”
“You don’t ever have to hide that from me,” Yechan says softly. “You could come in here screaming or crying or both, and I’d still hold you the same.”
You turn in his arms so you can face him, tucking your head under his chin.
“I just didn’t wanna make it your problem.”
He scoffs—quiet but sincere. “You are my person. There’s no version of this where I don’t show up for you when you’re falling apart.”
You go quiet. Your hand finds his under the covers and he laces your fingers instantly, like it’s second nature.
He kisses the top of your head. “You don’t need to do everything on your own. I’m not going anywhere. Not when you’re killing it, and not when the day eats you alive.”
You don’t realize your eyes are watering until he shifts back to look at you, gentle hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly beneath your lashes.
“I mean it,” he says, voice low, steady. “You’re not a burden. You’re not too much. I want to be here.”
You nod, swallowing thickly. “I know. I just… needed to hear it, I guess.”
“Then I’ll tell you as many times as you need,” he whispers, brushing his nose against yours. “You work so hard. And I see you. Even when no one else does.”
Your chest feels warm. Not overwhelming—just full. Full of him, his presence, his voice, the weight of his hands as they guide you back to his chest.
The silence that follows is peaceful. Just his heartbeat and your breath.
Then, quietly:
“Did I help at all?”
You laugh softly. “You took the stress and licked it out of me.”
Yechan snorts. “Okay, that’s not what I meant.”
But you can feel him smiling against your skin.
“You’re perfect,” you whisper. “I’m so lucky.”
His hold tightens just a little. Protective. Sure. “No,” he murmurs. “I’m lucky. And I’m gonna remind you every day, even the ones that suck.”
You smile into his collarbone. Sleep is already pulling at your limbs, thick and sweet like honey.
Yechan kisses your forehead one last time, voice no louder than a breath.
“Rest, baby. I’ve got you.”
And you fall asleep with nothing weighing on you but the weight of his love.
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