pairing : therapist!yunho x patient reader
warnings : smut, power imbalance, forbidden desire , size difference, fingering, cowgirl, very very VERY slight dumbification, nicknames
author's note : hello.. this is my debut post.. idk how to write stuff like this goodbye
the soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room, catching the sharp angles of yunho’s jawline. he looked impossibly tall even while seated, his broad shoulders dominating the space between you.
he tilted his head, his dark eyes tracking the frantic way your fingers picked at the hem of your sweater. the usual gentle warmth in his gaze was replaced by a sharp, intense focus that made your stomach flip.
"you're avoiding my eyes today," yunho noted. his voice was smooth, dropping an octave lower than usual. it carried the heavy weight of his authority, a reminder of the invisible boundary line drawn between your couch and his chair.
"i'm just tired," you lied softly, keeping your eyes glued to the rug.
you heard the rustle of fabric as he shifted. yunho leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. the sudden proximity closed the physical gap between you, making the air in the room feel suffocatingly thick. the power dynamic shifted instantly, he was the professional in complete control, and you were entirely exposed.
"we've been working together too long for you to use that excuse with me," he murmured. the words were a quiet command, demanding honesty. "look at me."
your breath hitched. slowing lifting your gaze, you met his eyes. there was a dangerous flicker of tension in his expression, an unspoken acknowledgement of the heavy friction that had been building between you for months. he was your therapist. he wasn't supposed to look at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. he wasn't supposed to let his gaze linger on your lips for a fraction of a second.
yunho’s knuckles flexed against his knee, his knuckles turning white as if he was actively forcing himself to stay anchored to his seat. the strict professional facade he usually wore perfectly was slipping, stretched thin by the sheer gravity of the tension pulling you both together.
"that's better," he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. "now, tell me what you're really thinking about."
the rain outside seemed to quiet down, leaving nothing but the heavy, charged silence of the room. yunho tilted his head, a slow, dark smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. it was a jarring, thrilling contrast to his usual bright demeanour, it was like a shadow slipping over his warmth.
he uncrossed his legs and stood up. his towering frame completely dominated the small space, casting a long shadow directly over your lap. he took two slow, deliberate steps forward, stopping right at the edge of your couch.
"you look so small when you're nervous," yunho murmured, his deep voice carrying a low, mocking chuckle. the sound vibrated right through your chest. he was actively enjoying the control he held over you.
he leaned down, placing one of his notoriously large hands flat on the back of the sofa, right above your shoulder. his fingers splayed wide against the fabric, effectively trapping you beneath his frame. the sheer size of his hand made you hyper-aware of how easily he could overpower the strict professional boundaries keeping you apart.
"is the silence making you uncomfortable?" he asked softly, his face close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath. he used his other hand to gently tap the side of his own jaw, pretending to think. "or is it just me?"
he was playing with you, subtly manipulating the dynamic to corner you verbally and physically. he knew exactly what he was doing to your heart rate.
"jeong yunho," you whispered, his actual name slipping out instead of his professional title.
yunho’s eyes darkened at the sound of his name on your lips. his large hand shifted on the sofa, his thumb brushing against the collar of your shirt, just barely grazing your skin. it was an intentional, forbidden breach of protocol, executed with terrifying calmness.
"that's dr. jeong in this room," he corrected, though his voice dropped to a husky, dangerous whisper. he leaned in a fraction closer, locking his gaze onto yours. "but i like how you say my name. do it again."
you swallowed hard, your throat tight as you looked up into the dark depths of his eyes. the sheer proximity was dizzying. your walls were chipping away, and instead of pulling back, you felt yourself leaning into his space.
that slow, deeply satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips once more. that alone was enough to make your head spin.
he stood up slowly. his towering 6'1" frame completely dominated the small office, instantly making the room feel smaller. He took two deliberate, unhurried steps across the floor, closing the gap until he stood directly over your couch, casting a long shadow across your lap.
before you could even process how close he was, he leaned down. He placed one of his notoriously large hands flat on the back of the sofa, right above your shoulder. his broad shoulders completely blocked out the rest of the room, isolating you entirely under his weight. the sheer size of his hand against the cushion made you hyperaware of how easily he had just bypassed the rules keeping you apart.
you swallowed hard, your throat tight as you looked up into the dark depths of his eyes. the sudden, intense proximity was dizzying. your walls were chipping away, and you felt yourself freezing under his touch.
"yunho," you breathed out again, softer this time, almost like a plea.
that same slow, deeply satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his lips once more. but even then, it still had the same affect on you.
"good girl," he whispered, his thumb lingering on your collar, maintaining just enough light, agonising contact to keep you anchored right where he wanted you. He was dismantling your restraint with terrifying patience. "let it go. you don't have to put your walls up when you're with me. i won't punish you for being vulnerable, angel."
your knees felt weak against the cushions as you completely melted into his touch. you didn't pull away, lean back, or try to rebuild your walls. instead, your head tilted back slightly against the sofa, your eyes closing for a brief second as you let yourself sink entirely into the solid, heavy warmth of his presence.
a soft, helpless sigh escaped your lips, a quiet surrender that confessed everything you had been trying to hide.
yunho’s smirk widened just a fraction, a dark gleam of pure triumph flashing in his eyes. he loved seeing you like this. completely unraveled, stripped of your defenses and entirely dependent on his next move. he was drunk on the heavy, intoxicating gravity his control had.
"look at you," yunho whispered, his deep voice carrying that slow, mocking chuckle that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "so compliant all of a sudden."
his large hand slid fully off the back of the couch, his long fingers trailing down the side of your neck with agonising slowness. his palm was massive, hot against your skin, and it completely engulfed the side of your throat. his thumb rested directly over your pulse point, feeling the frantic, erratic thumping of your heart.
he didn't squeeze. he just held you there, his touch a gentle but unyielding reminder of the power dynamic he was dominating.
"you're shaking," he murmured, leaning down so close that his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear. the scent of his cedarwood cologne filled your senses, making your head spin. "is it because you're scared of what we're doing or because you've been waiting for me to do this for months?"
he tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours as he forced you to look at him. he was chipping away at the very last piece of your restraint, leaving you entirely exposed in his shadow.
the shift happened so fast your breath caught in your throat.
yunho didn't give you a choice to answer. his large hand slid down from your neck, his fingers wrapping firmly around your waist while his other hand hooked securely under your thighs. with a single, effortless motion, his towering frame lifted you completely off the cushions. the sudden sensation of weightlessness made you gasp, your hands instinctively flying up to grip his broad shoulders.
instead of stepping away, yunho simply pivoted, taking your place on the couch. he sat down heavily where you had just been resting, smoothly pulling you down directly into his lap.
the physical contrast was dizzying. straddling his lap, you were acutely aware of how massive he was. his long legs framed yours, and his broad chest felt like a solid wall against your front. he looked up at you from below, but the power dynamic hadn't shifted at all. if anything, his control over you felt absolute.
"there," yunho murmured, his deep voice vibrating right against your thighs. his large hands rested heavily on your hips, pinning you to him. "much better."
he leaned up, his dark eyes locking onto your mouth. the mocking edge in his smile softened into pure, intense fixation. the forbidden tension between you pulled like a magnet, and when his fingers flexed against your waist, you closed the remaining distance, tilting your head down.
the kiss was slow, deep, and completely intoxicating. it carried the heavy weight of months of hidden glances, professional restraint, and unspoken desire. you melted completely against him, your fingers tangling into his hair as you gave in to the touch. he kissed you with a quiet, dominant hunger that made your head spin, his large hands anchoring you tightly to his lap.
but just as you completely lost yourself in the warmth of his mouth, yunho suddenly pulled back.
he didn't break the physical proximity entirely. he stopped just a fraction of an inch away, his hot breath brushing against your damp lips. a slow, deeply satisfied smirk returned to his face as he looked at your dazed, breathless expression.
"desperate." he muttered in a mocking tone, his eyes dropping to your lips shamelessly. your cheeks burned red at that, but he wasn't wrong. in fact, he was far from wrong.
everything about him made you dizzy. you've already lost your mind even though he hasn't even touched you properly. you were so pathetic, but you didn't really care. your eyes dropped back onto his lips once more, which didn't go unnoticed by him.
"so needy." he breathed out. his voice was making you so wet already.
your lips formed a pout, you just wanted.. no. needed him so bad. "yunho.." you mumbled, right when his hands were sliding down. your skirt already being ridden up was too beautiful for him to keep his hands to himself.
hand under your skirt, he found your laced panties, pushing it to the side to find your soaked clit.
"you're so wet, baby. that's adorable." he chuckled softly as he slipped one of his long, thin fingers in slowly. you let out a whiny moan without thought and god did it make him so hard it hurt.
he then slipped in a second finger, pumping both of them in and out of you slowly. it felt so good. with his thumb rubbing your clit gently, you were practically on cloud 9.
"you're so pretty.. my sweet girl." he mumbled against your mouth before kissing you hungrily once more. he was trying so hard to be gentle, if not he would've taken you so rough you'd be crying (which he does want to see).
his words weren't helping, you were practically creating a puddle on his fingers alone. he even dared to pick up the pace.
"i want you to cum on my fingers, can you do that for me? hmm?" he said so sweetly it was almost mocking. he then made sure to curl his fingers more, making you cry out.
eventually, you couldn't take it and came undone on his fingers while he kept saying praises that sounded sweet yet so mean at once. "look at you, you're doing so well for such a pathetic girl." he muttered right into your ear, his hot breath tickling you oh so sweetly as he pulled his fingers out gently.
he then undressed himself, letting his hard cock free. god it was long. just looking at it made you want to drool.
"i want you to ride me, can you do that, pretty?" he asked, but it wasn't really a question. it was more of a command. he was already lifting you up by the hips.
you slowly took him in, he made sure to not rush it and to give you time to adjust. he was watching you the whole time. noting how beautiful you were, all undone and needy just for him. he was in pure ecstasy.
he made sure you didn't take all of him yet as it might just be too much, even though that's what he really wanted. he let you adjust while his hands roamed your body as he kissed you all over with obvious hunger and slight aggression.
you then started moving up and down on his cock slowly, which took him by surprise for a minute. "aww, you're so desperate. i love it." he laughed softly, helping by thrusting up a bit.
he felt so good, he was so big and long. he was hitting all the right spots. each time you moved back down, you just kept soaking him all over. you couldn't help but be so loud.
his hands on your hips guided you, moving you up and down, eventually picking up the pace. he felt so good, you felt tears welling up and you eventually started to cry. he noticed and grinned lightly. "baby, don't cry." he cooed, but he wanted you to cry. in fact it just turned him on even more.
"you're so angelic.." he said through his grin, watching you cry as he fucked you. "i want to see you cum, doll. let go for me, hm?" he picked up the pace with his thrusts while pushing you up and down faster this time.
he was watching you, observing you. your eyes were glassy, face red, hair messy and clothes were disheveled. you were even prettier this way. you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, you even let out the most beautiful sounds he's ever heard, you even felt as beautiful as you looked.
"you're never like this. you always fought me when i tried to get closer, when i tried to bring down your walls." he started, you weren't even listening. you were just so focused on going up and down on his cock, he could tell but kept talking away. "but this time.. i didn't even have to try. you just let down your walls for me. pathetic, isn't it? you're not as tough as you say you are."
the entire time, you're just babbling absolute nonsense, moaning and holding onto him as if he was your lifeline. he was right where he wanted to be.
"cute little thing." he mumbled, looking you up and down slowly.
you eventually let go once more, cumming whilst in his arms once again. you let out a loud moan and your hands around his neck tightened. he was in just pure bliss watching you.
his sweet, innocent, helpless girl losing herself, being so vulnerable emotionally, physically and mentally.. it was truly fuelling his sex drive.
you collapsed in his arms, both of you panting. he held you gently, looked at you so sweetly. he treated you like you were made of glass, but it was very clear his true desire was to make the glass break.
if you got up to the end, thank you and i love you !! you're getting kissed mwah mwah !!! and yes i know this is bad... i got bored one day and thought i'd write something. took me a MONTH to finish goodbye. i expect this to have 0 likes and 0 views LMAO 😭 this is experimental and for me to test the waters
