.+*not so soft || jeong yunho.
“yeah, i could be gentle… but that aint what you like.”
.+*contains: softdom!yunho x bratty sub!femreader . . . || degradation | soft dom switch to hard dom | light bondage | squirting ||
.+*wc: 1.3k
synopsis: your loving boyfriend has always taken care of you as if you were a delicate piece of glass. tonight? you’ve definitely tested his limits.
m i k a 🌷: naturally… i would be inspired by the freaked out lyrics of in your fantasy. ESPECIALLY MY MANS YUNHO’S LINES GRAHHHHHH. anywho, enjoy. this was longer than i intended.
m a s t e r l i s t .
he tried.
he really, really tried to be gentle with you tonight.
yunho had started off slow—sweet kisses, soft touches, letting his hands explore you like you were delicate. like you might break.
but you? you weren’t in the mood to be handled with care.
you’d pulled at his hair, whined about how slow he was going, rolled your hips down onto his lap with too much purpose. and when he pushed your shirt up, brushing his fingers over your ribs with reverence, you looked him dead in the eye and said:
“you gonna keep treating me like a soft baby, or you gonna fuck me already?”
something in him snapped.
his fingers stopped mid-stroke. his gaze sharpened. and the next time he touched you, it wasn’t careful.
it was commanding.
he dragged you off his lap and threw you on the bed like you were nothing but a toy he was tired of teasing.
“you’ve got a smart mouth,” he muttered, standing over you, eyes raking down your body. “i’ve been nothing but sweet to you. and you’re still acting like a fucking brat.”
you smirked, thinking it was a game.
but when he grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him, there was no sweetness left in his expression.
“you wanna get used?” he asked, tone dark and dangerous. “you wanna see what i’m like when i stop pretending to be nice?”
your breath caught.
“get on your knees.”
you obeyed. fast. something about his voice left no room for hesitation.
you settled between his legs, hands resting on your thighs, chest rising with anticipation. he undid his belt with maddening calm, letting the leather drag through the loops. you could hear your pulse in your ears.
“open your mouth.”
you did, lips parting slowly.
yunho ran his thumb along your lower lip, then slipped it inside—watching as you instinctively wrapped your tongue around it.
“look at you,” he muttered. “always so defiant until i put something in your mouth.”
he dragged his thumb out and replaced it with two fingers—deep, rough, pressing past your tongue and holding them there until your throat clenched.
“gag on it, baby,” he cooed. “show me how much you wanna choke on my cock.”
you whimpered.
he pulled his fingers out, wiped them on your cheek, then used them to tilt your face up again. “such a good little slut when you’re quiet.”
he dragged you up by your arm and bent you over the bed without warning. the tie he usually wore for work became your wrist restraint, looped behind your back and tugged taut.
“keep those hands there. move, and i stop. understood?”
“yes,” you breathed. “yes, yunho.”
he slid your panties down slow—just to admire the way you were already soaked.
“fucking dripping,” he muttered. “you’re disgusting— pathetic thing.”
you moaned.
“you like that? being called names?” he spat, pushing your legs apart with his knee. “want me to treat you like the little cockdrunk toy you are?”
“yes, fuck—please—”
you didn’t get to finish begging.
because yunho slammed into you in one unforgiving thrust.
you screamed into the sheets, body jolting forward from the force.
“that what you wanted?” he growled, grabbing your tied wrists and shoving them into the small of your back. “you wanted to be fucked like a hole? just used until you cry?”
“yes—yes—yes—”
“mm. now you’re being honest.”
he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, harder. faster. his hips slapping against your ass with obscene rhythm.
“feel that? how deep i am?” he grunted. “you’re so fucking small, i can feel your pussy sucking me in. greedy little thing.”
your legs shook. your body was already trembling.
and then he reached around and slapped your clit.
hard.
“don’t you dare cum,” he growled. “not until i say.”
“fuck—yunho—please—”
“you don’t get to beg, baby,” he hissed into your ear. “you lost that right the second you started acting like a brat.”
he kept thrusting. kept rubbing your clit. kept making filthy little observations between groans. “you hear how wet you are? nasty fucking sounds, baby.”
“look at that—your thighs are shaking. you gonna fall apart already?”
“what would your friends say if they saw you like this, huh? bent over and drooling for me?”
your body jolted again.
“answer me.”
“they’d—they’d say i’m a fucking mess,” you sobbed. “they’d say i’m pathetic for loving it—”
yunho groaned like it turned him on more than anything.
“pathetic little mess,” he echoed, thrusting faster. “you’re gonna cum now. do it. i want this pussy ruined.”
you exploded.
your orgasm hit like a flood, body twitching, mouth open in a silent cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as he fucked you through it.
but he didn’t stop.
not when you clenched. not when you begged. not even when your knees collapsed and your face pressed into the mattress.
“what’s the matter, angel?” he taunted, voice still sweet despite how brutal his hips were. “thought this was what you wanted?”
you sobbed. incoherent. overstimulated.
he leaned over and whispered: “i could’ve been gentle. could’ve kissed you slow, made you cum on my fingers like always. but that ain’t what you like, is it?”
you whimpered, trying to pull away.
he slapped your ass and pinned your hips down.
“nah, don’t run now. take it.”
you came again. violently. messily. your legs gave out and your body shuddered like you’d been struck by lightning.
“fuck,” yunho grunted. “you’re squirting on my cock.”
he sounded proud. “good fucking girl.”
he finally groaned when he came, deep and long, pulling your wrists up as he buried himself to the hilt. your cunt twitched around him, completely spent, wrecked, stretched beyond recognition.
you both breathed heavy.
and then—
his hand slid to your back.
gentle. soft. stroking.
“you okay, angel?”
you nodded, tears still on your cheeks, face flushed.
he kissed your temple, then untied your wrists with careful fingers.
“you were so perfect for me,” he whispered. “did so fucking well.”
you slurred something close to “thank you,” brain foggy from orgasm after orgasm.
he pulled you into his chest, kissing your shoulder. “next time,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “maybe think twice before calling me soft.”
