↪ nsfw ; gender neutral reader getting dicked by yunho, implied dumbification (aha), name-calling (‘slut’; just once), mentioned shenanigans in public. ♡
“F-fuck—” you cry brokenly as Yunho thrusts inside you yet again from behind, one of his hands coming up to pull your back flush against his front.
Lips at your ear, he whispers, knowing full well what it does to you, “Gonna lose it so early, baby? we’ve barely started.”
“We— we’ve not just b-barely started, you— you wouldn’t stop— it’s been a while, Yunho—”
“Hm?” he hums, another thrust of his hips sending shudders through your body, your frame going weak against him as he conveniently supports you. No wonder he pulled you up; you would’ve fallen right on your face. “You’re not making sense, sweetheart. Start, stop; which one is it?”
“Y-you kept… kept teasing me… the whole day. C-changing up the s-setting every time I got u-used— ah—”
“Every time you got used? Oh, were you getting used earlier too? Like you are now?” he giggles, “Is that why you’re so close so soon?”
You whine, shaking your head as your hand clutches onto his arm weakly, “I-I’m not— I’m not close at all— y-you just k-keep going too f-fast. Gonna— gonna c-cum at this rate if you don’t stop—”
Yunho sounds absolutely mean when he chuckles into your ear, voice low, “That means you’re close.” Another thrust of his cock into you, and you shake, tears coming to your eyes. “You’re not even making sense anymore, saying one thing and then contradicting yourself right after it. Oh! You also forgot to finish your sentence.”
“R-really?” you ask, desperation dripping from your voice as you try wracking your brains for what he’s alleging—unfortunately, your mind is close to empty now. “I-I’ll tell you… You just have to tell me w-what I was saying…”
“Poor baby, is it really that hard to think when I’m giving you a good fuck?”
You squeak at his words, trying to pull away from his embrace as he continues toying with the sensitive skin of your ear, but he doesn’t let you. “It’s okay,” he soothes you, but his voice is so patronising, “if you can’t think because of me, then you should let me think for you! I was changing up the setting? For what? What did you get used to, baby?”
“I— oh, t-that—” Yunho has slowed down, almost completely coming to a halt as he waits for you to speak, and you whimper helplessly, “You c-changed the setting every time you f-figured out I got used to it…”
You’d hide your face if you could, but Yunho decides to sneak a hand up to your chin and tilt it so he can look at you.
So he can see how you react the moment the words leave his lips.
“It’s not my fault you decided to be a little slut and use that vibrator in public, is it?”
Summary: Among all of the sex professionals, San takes a liking in you, the most unexperienced person in the room.
Pairing: Choi San x Reader
Words: Several I’d say
Genre: Smut
⚠ spanking, choking, sex worker!au, pornstar!au, dirty talking, teasing ⚠
A/N: Idc, San gives off pornstar vibes. Enjoy 💖
ᴄʀ: ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱʙᴀʙᴇᴇ
Seonghwa ver. || Hongjoong ver. || Jongho ver.
You watched as the man laid on the bed and guided the woman on top of him. His fingers were buried in the woman’s waist and his eyes watched her movements carefully, beads of sweat falling from his forehead and small moans escaping his agape mouth.
Anonymous: ❝Hongjoong being a dom? What type of a dom would be a soft or hardcore or both?❞
warnings/tags: NSFW | gender neutral sub!reader, things go all over the place (honestly I had a lot of thoughts lmao), mentions of brat taming, punishment, orgasm denial, sadism, aftercare, etc.
notes: Guess who’s answering an ask sent from March? Me! 🤩 I swear I meant to answer this when I got it, I even wrote for two of them and then it just ended up getting buried jdnfsjf I’m so sorry- ANYWAY! (Also, yes, this is a repost from a minute ago lol.)
tagging: @binniesblankie, @delicatewerewolfsoul, @hardskz, @ifyournameischoisanpleaseloveme, @lovesjenmoong, @needyateez, @prettyjoongs, @seonghwabrainworms, @soobinssmile. (I hope it was ok to tag y'all for non-fic things. 😅)
Hongjoong: I know I’ve written a lot of hard dom Hongjoong content lately BUT I still stand by what March!me said; Hongjoong is a soft dom. He’s just very intense, so he can switch between hard and soft at any time but he’ll never let go of the emotional aspect, which is why I say he’s soft. Yes, he can be very strict, but even then there’s a softness in him which won’t allow him to be cruel to the extent that some doms can be (not saying hard doms are cruel). If he were to be sadistic, he’d also be the same person who wipes away your tears and coos praise at you. Have I mentioned soft, enough?
He’s pretty much the kind of person who adapts depending upon the person he’s with, so if he were to be with a brat, he’d definitely let the harder side surface. I imagine he’d have a lot of fun breaking you apart, then teasingly asking you where all your fight has gone, bouncing you on his lap and looking at your fucked out expression.
The teasing element would still retain softness, which is why he always toes the line. So yes, Hongjoong is a contradiction, the perfect combination of soft and hard.
One last thing: HE’S ONE OF THE PEOPLE WHO CAN STAY DOM EVEN WHEN HE’S THE ONE GETTING FUCKED, I DO NOT ACCEPT CRITICISM thanks. ♡
Warnings: dom!wooyoung, biting, hair pulling, light psychological sadism, spanking (once), oral (giving and receiving), name calling (whore, slut), possessiveness
Synopsis: The neighbor boy hits you with his motorcycle and invites you in for dinner, but he turns out to be a bit more trouble than he seems.
You had just moved in a week ago, but he’d already caught your eye.
The neighbor boy. He was dark and mysterious, and unimaginably gorgeous, even from afar. Completely your type. He almost looked like a celebrity.
You had gotten into a routine of watching him come home every day around the same time -- you could see him from your kitchen window, and made a point to wash the dishes and wait for the revving of his motorcycle as he pulled in.
Obsessed? Hardly. Intrigued? Completely. You didn’t really know anyone in town yet, let alone your own neighbors. You weren’t usually one to get caught up in guys, in fact, it was usually the opposite.
But on this day in particular, he didn’t pull in at his usual time. Eventually, you ran out of dishes to scrub and let it go, bored of waiting. It wasn’t very important to you to see him, but it had become a part of your routine to watch him get home. Oh well, you thought, tomorrow maybe. You noticed the trash was starting to overfill a bit. Maybe it was finally time to venture out and find the dumpster. Cinching up the trash bag from your kitchen, you headed out the door and onto the sidewalk. I wonder which way-
The next thing you knew, you were on the ground, taking the trash bag with you. Something had knocked the wind out of you, but it all had happened so fast. Your head spinning, vision a bit fuzzy, you tried to pull yourself to your feet.
“Hey hey hey, whoa! Not so fast.” You looked up, your head still spinning, to a figure standing over you.
Leather jacket… black jeans… motorcycle helmet… the neighbor. Panic washed over you. The last way you wanted to make your introduction was in a clumsy accident involving a big bag of trash. You blinked slowly, trying to compose yourself and make sense of what had happened.
“Stay down, okay? Are you alright? You came out of nowhere!” The neighbor boy knelt down to where you sat on the concrete. His voice was smooth, his tone caring, but a bit too loud for your current state.
“Wh-What happened?” You asked, your voice shaky.
“Well, I was just pulling into my driveway... I guess I didn’t see you... and I think I hit you with my bike.” He pulled his motorcycle helmet off to reveal his jet black hair, cascading in gentle waves on either side of his face. You couldn’t help but notice that he was even more stunning up close, if that was even possible. His eyes showed concern for your current condition, but something about them was also piercing, intimidating. “It’s a good thing I was going slow. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” You shook your head no. Maybe a scrape or two, but you felt okay. He extended his hand to help pull you up to your feet.
“Do you make a habit of hitting girls with your bike, or is this a first?” you jested.
“This would be a first,” he said, a smirk dancing up on his lips. For a second, you thought he may have been checking you out, his eyes glancing up and down at you. Maybe he was just checking to make sure you were okay. “I feel really bad about hitting you. Really, even if you’re okay… look, I was just going inside to cook some pasta.” He gestured to a side pouch on his motorcycle. “I was just picking up some ingredients.”
“You want me to come have dinner with you?” That came out harsher than intended. You were just taken aback by his sudden invitation. You weren’t dressed for a dinner date, especially with someone as handsome as him.
“It’s the least I could do,” he continued. You were trying to be subtle, taking in his beauty as you watched him talk. “Come on. You just moved in right? We should get to know each other.”
“I guess I haven’t eaten yet…”
His face lit up immediately. “Great! You head inside and get cleaned up. There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom on the left if you have any scrapes. I’ll take this for you.” He slung the trash bag you had dropped earlier over his shoulder. “By the way, I’m Wooyoung.”
--
The whole time you were watching him cook dinner, you were entranced. He seemed to really know what he was doing in the kitchen. You didn’t expect him to be very good at cooking when he had invited you in to make you dinner. Perhaps it was the bad-boy persona, the motorcycle, the slightly cocky aura, but the man in the kitchen handling the food with such grace and care couldn’t possibly be the same Wooyoung who had hit you with his motorcycle not even 30 minutes ago.
It wasn’t just his technique in the kitchen -- the pasta he made was heavenly. Maybe you were just starving, but you could have sworn this was the best pasta you had tasted in your life. You couldn’t believe he had made this.
As you ate dinner together, you made conversation, mostly small talk, introductions, flirtatious banter, everything you might talk about on a first date. But this wasn’t a first date… was it? You wondered if you might be misreading his signals. Clearly, this is a boy who could get any girl he wanted. He was just being nice for hitting you with his bike. However, the chemistry between the two of you was palpable, whether or not you believed he had any interest in you.
He offered you a drink, a small glass of wine, which you accepted happily. It wasn’t much, but supplied some much needed courage. As you built up some confidence, you made a point to tuck your hair behind your ears, expose your collarbone a bit and visibly cross your legs, exposing some of your thigh from beneath your skirt.
When you were both done eating, you helped him clean up, clearing the plates and dishes and bringing them into the kitchen. All of a sudden, he pushed you up against the counter, leaning in and pressing his lips close to your ear. His kind and flirtatious demeanor quickly turned darker. “Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing. You’re not gonna get away with teasing me like that,” he whispered in a low voice, sending chills down your spine.
Your whole body tensed at his sudden words. He pushed away from the counter, his eyes immediately brightening back into his formerly hospitable self. Flashing a sweet smile, he turned back towards the sink to finish washing your plates.
After dinner, he invited you to watch a movie with him. His earlier comment still echoed in your mind as you debated if you should stay, but you finally gave in to a sweet display of puppy dog eyes. He was charming, and he knew exactly how to work it to get what he wanted.
You didn’t even last 15 minutes into the film before he initiated the first kiss. And god, he tasted good.
Your lips entangled for several minutes, growing more passionate by the second. His fingers traced along your jaw, lacing through your hair before tugging your head back, peppering kisses and nibbles along the sensitive skin on your neck. You felt his teeth dig a little too hard into your neck and you let out an involuntary yelp. He didn’t even react, just moved back up to your lips, biting and pulling at them as you made out.
He had you pinned against the arm of the couch you were both sitting on, his hands grabbing desperately at your waist, kneading at your skin through your skirt.
“Take it off,” he mumbled through kisses. You kept your lips pressed to his, ignoring him. He pulled away, his voice lowering into a deeper growl. “I said take it off.” Before you could react, he started undressing you himself, first your shirt, then your bra, then your skirt, until you were left in only your panties. His tone of voice scared you, calling you back to the unsettling moment in the kitchen.
He made his way from your lips down your neck, biting and marking as he moved his way down, marking and sucking your breasts, nibbling at your stomach and kissing your hip bones as he tugged your panties down your legs.
“Be a good girl and stay still for me,” he cooed, from between your legs, holding both hands firmly down on your hips to keep them from bucking. His soft lips made his way from your thighs to between your legs, working his magic with his tongue. He was confident, and experienced, and immediately you knew you weren’t going to last very long. You threaded your fingers through his hair, guiding him, tugging and pulling at his dark locks to stabilize yourself. In just a few minutes he had you over the edge, releasing into pure bliss for a moment before snapping back to reality.
“So quick,” He teased, with a smirk. “I bet I could get another.”
You were already overstimulated and sensitive, you couldn’t take another right now... “No, no…” you protested breathlessly. A dark smile pulled across his face, reveling in your current state. He toyed his fingers through your folds and watched you squirm and moan every time he reached somewhere sensitive.
“If just my tongue did this to you imagine what my dick could do,” he said, a cocky grin plastered his face.
He flipped you over on to your stomach, your arms and breasts draped over the arm of the couch. Without warning, he thrust into you fully, hollowing you out. You let out a deep yelp of surprise, nearly a scream. “Wooyoung, oh my God,” you cried. It hurt, and I’m sure he knew that. You sensed a pattern. He liked to watch how you reacted when he hurt you.
He took your hair in one hand, tugging and pulling back on your head as he thrust. Slow, slow, fast. Fast, fast, faster. Slow. He was fucking with you.
You let out several frustrated moans, a mix of pleasure and frustration.
“Shh. I know you like it,” he cooed. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
“I do like it- you just- you don’t have to be so sud- ah--” Your words were cut off as he made another deep, hard thrust into you, tugging at your hair. He delivered a hard smack to your ass. There was no way that wasn’t going to bruise.
He let up his games for a few minutes, finally pushing in and out of you at a steady pace. “Fuck-- ah-- please don’t stop--” you moaned out.
Wrong move. Right then, he pulled out of you entirely. He tugged your hair back and leaned down to your ear, “What was that? You wanted me to stop?”
You gritted your teeth. His sadism was so apparent now. He loved watching you squirm under his control. You decided to appeal to him, act submissive, speak to his dominant side. “Wooyoung, please… I need you to fuck me.”
His voice deepened into a low growl in your ear. “I don’t care what you need. I’m going to do exactly what I want to you, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me.” His voice, his words, sent shivers down your spine.
You didn’t know where this side of him came from. He went from hitting you with his motorcycle, to his caring and flirtatious introduction, his elegant cooking, his sweet and charming demeanor at the dinner table, his threats in the kitchen, now his taunting, sadistic grin. He was a rollercoaster ride… and you didn’t want to get off.
He flipped you over so you were facing him now, tipping your chin up to meet his eyes. Drawing closer, his voice got deep again. Scary. “This is for teasing me earlier.”
“I don’t know what I-”
“You know what you did. You know exactly what you did at the dinner table. Now you’re gonna be a good whore, okay?”
You stared at him wide eyed, not sure what to say. You didn’t realize your light teasing at the dinner table was going to evoke such a strong reaction. The hand that was tipping your chin up to meet his hooded gaze suddenly moved to your lips. His thumb hooked on your lower lip, forcing your mouth open, before shoving his dick through the opening he made. You took his cock well into your mouth, sucking, licking, pumping, obeying his wish. He somehow got you exactly where he wanted you: submissive and at his will.
He pulled out just at the right moment to release himself on your exposed chest, painting your breasts with his cum. His expression softened as he brought his hand down to stroke your hair softly. “You were so good for me.” He leaned in closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, “Don’t make me show you what I’m capable of if you tease me like that again.”
Suddenly, you had the urge to tease him.
The two of you got dressed. There was something calming, and surprisingly not awkward, about the silence as you slipped your clothes back on. Finally, you exchanged goodbyes, not even addressing what just happened between the two of you.
As you left out the door, there was a dark, sadistic glimmer in his eye, as he waved.
“Bye, neighbor.”
Warnings: choking, crying, hair pulling, rough sex, oral (giving and receiving), dom!yunho, general posessiveness, yunho is generally just kind of insane
Synopsis: He was tall, charismatic, and had a smile that could outshine the sun, but your fun date with Yunho soon proved to be more than you bargained for.
“Hey!”
You looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. As you turned, you noticed a tall figure trotting up to you, waving a hand to get your attention.
“Hey, you’re Y/N, right? I’m Yunho, Yeosang’s friend. Sorry, I kinda ran here. I was really worried I was gonna be late,” he said, looking a little winded, though still sporting a beaming smile.
“Yeah, that’s me,” you said, tilting your head way up to be able to make eye contact. Holy shit, he was tall. Yeosang had mentioned that, but for some reason you underestimated him a little.
“Awesome! I mean, I’ve seen pictures of you, so technically it’s not a blind date, but close enough, right?” he laughed.
“It’s ok, I cheated too. Yeosang showed me your Facebook profile, so I guess we’re even.”
Though, you had to admit, he was way cuter in person. He had fluffy, platinum-blonde hair and a dark undercut, and big, friendly eyes. He was wearing a giant sky blue sweater, and it looked so soft that you kinda wanted to ask if you could touch it. Would that be weird?
“That bastard!” he faux-growled, shaking his fist at the sky. He seemed like kind of a dork, but in a cute way. He had a smile on his face that could only be compared to the literal sun. You laughed, and followed him as he walked up to the ice skate rental booth.
“I’ll get your rentals, ok?”
“Oh, actually, I uh…” you held up the tote bag you’d been carrying. “I kinda brought my own.” You smiled sheepishly when he looked impressed.
“Really? Do you skate a lot?”
“A little,” you said. Maybe more than just a little. You’d been skating since you were a kid, and the ice was practically your second home. You’d even won a few medals at a local figure skating tournament some years ago, but you felt a bit shy about bragging on a first date.
“Well, you know what that means,” he said seriously.
“...What does it mean?”
“We can race, duh!”
He paid for his skates and grabbed them off the counter, gesturing to a bench over by the frozen lake. You sat on it and began lacing up. It was always the most annoying part, but it would be worth it once you finally got out onto the ice. He hummed while he did up his laces, taking a little longer than you to get everything tightened. You’d had plenty of practice, so it didn’t take you nearly as long as it once did.
You glanced over at him as you waited. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were starting to turn pink from the chilly air. Wow, he was really, really cute. He caught you looking and smiled, and you quickly looked away, a little embarrassed.
“Phew! Ready.” Yunho stood up, swaying his ankles a few times to make sure his skates were secure. “Don’t fall, ok?”
“Ha, no promises,” you said as you moved your feet onto the lake, feeling the blades slide over its frozen surface.
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you do!” He glided backwards a little, holding his arms out for support if you were to fall. You weren’t worried at all about falling, but his sweater looked so soft and inviting that you couldn’t help but to fake losing balance just a little bit as an excuse to hold onto him. You let your hands rest on top of his forearms, and you were pleased to note that his sweater was even softer than it looked. He gently held onto your arms, pulling you forward with him as he moved across the ice.
You have pretty small arms to begin with, but his hands were huge and easily wrapped around your wrists, keeping you steady. He wasn’t half bad at ice skating, and you were a little impressed.
“You’re pretty good at this!” you said.
“Thanks! I played some hockey in high school. I’m a little rusty, though.”
He carefully let go of your arms, spinning around so that he could skate beside you. His long legs allowed him to easily set a fast pace, and you found yourself having to work a little to keep up with him.
“Not fair! You’re taller, so I’m at a disadvantage!” you whined playfully.
He stuck his tongue out, giving you a cheeky smile as he took off ahead of you. Not to be bested, you dug your blades into the ice, propelling yourself forward to catch up.
You skated until your legs were about ready to fall off, having way too much fun to stop. Yunho was a formidable opponent, nearly skating in circles around you at times. It seemed like both of you had downplayed your skills a bit. “Rusty” my ass!
“Ahh, I’m so tired. I feel like I could eat an elephant,” you panted, hands on your knees, breath forming little clouds around your head.
“Isn’t it ‘horse?’ Like, ‘I’m so hungry I could eat a horse?’”
“I guess that just means I’m really hungry. It sounded right in my head.”
Yunho laughed, and his eyes scrunched up a little. He really reminded you of a giant human puppy.
“Sorry if this is kinda sudden, but… I could make you something for dinner? I’m not much of a cook, but I make a mean frozen pizza.” He looked at you sheepishly, the corners of his mouth turning up into a shy smile.
Your mouth watered a little at the idea of carbs. You really were starving, and Yunho seemed like a total sweetheart, so why not?
He drove you back to his place, and got to work right away on the pizzas. He had you do the honors of picking the flavors, and you chose one with pepperoni and one with chicken and veggies. He made a big deal about being impressed with your exquisite taste in cuisine, but you’re pretty sure he was just being a dork again.
You watched Friends on his couch while you ate, laughing with your mouth full of pizza on more than one occasion. He almost choked once, which made you laugh even harder. Every now and then he’d look over at you and smile, eyes bright and cheerful, and your heart would skip a beat just a little. He had to be the sweetest guy you’d ever met in your life. Like, he was practically a ray of sunshine on two legs.
You helped him rinse off your plates in the sink after the episode finished, wanting to be a little helpful at least since he made you dinner and all. You accidentally splashed him at one point, and he declared war, getting payback by dipping his hand under the faucet stream and flicking droplets all across your face. You yelped, squeezing your eyes shut and laughing as drops of water assaulted your cheeks.
You stumbled back a bit, and he moved his hands up to your waist, keeping you steady. When you opened your eyes, he was right in front of you, eyes flickering down to your lips. You placed your hands against the soft fabric over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body beneath your palms. Your heart fluttered a little, watching how his long eyelashes moved as he took in the details of your face from up close. His hands slid around to your back, gently holding you there.
“You’re so cute. Can I kiss you?” Yunho said, tightening his hands around your waist, pulling you close against his body. His face was so close to yours, and you balled your hands up in his sweater and pulled him closer instead of answering with words. Everything about him was soft and warm, and you melted against his lips as he kissed you sweetly.
When you were this close, it became apparent just how small you were next to him. He had to bend over to be able to reach you, and you stood on your tippy toes to gain some height. This worked a little, but it was still a bit of a pain on both ends. Suddenly, you yelped in surprise as you felt your feet leave the ground. With his large hands gripping your waist, he effortlessly lifted you up and set you onto the counter.
Yunho laughed, guiding your legs around his waist as he went to kiss you again. It was easier that time, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you found a comfortable rhythm. He slid his tongue into your mouth, and you welcomed it, eagerly reciprocating his motions. You felt his hands drop from your waist down to your thighs, giving them a sudden squeeze.
“God,” Yunho said, pulling back from the kiss and leaning into your ear. “You’d look so cute choking on my cock.”
A chill ran down your spine. His sudden change in attitude stunned you, and you gasped as he sank his teeth into your neck, leaving a bruise just beneath your jaw. Your legs involuntarily tightened around him, pulling his hips closer, and he took it as an invitation to pull you against his crotch. He kissed you again, but harder this time, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. The room was suddenly much too hot.
You fisted your hands in his hair, tugging it with your fingers, and he groaned into your mouth, squeezing your ass hard. You could feel his cock getting hard as he grinded his hips against yours, any shred of his gentle demeanor from earlier having gone right out the window. How the hell was this the same cute guy from earlier?
His fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric of your sweater up to your chest. He yanked down one side of your bra and leaned down, his warm breath fanning over your breast. You couldn’t help the moans that spilled from your lips as he swirled his tongue in circular motions, flicking and sucking at your nipple. You cried out as he bit down, but despite the pain, your panties were starting to feel damp.
He moved to the other side, pulling your bra down to do the same to the other nipple. That time, though, he ran a hand up your leg until it came to rest on your pussy, thumb rubbing circles over your clit on top of your leggings.
“Fuck,” you moaned, overwhelmed by both sensations at once. He pulled back, removing his hands for a moment to pull your shirt all the way off and roughly threw it to the floor. He practically ripped your bra off, clearly not having it anymore. You held yourself up with your hands, lifting your ass up off the counter so that Yunho could slide your leggings and panties off, dropping them on the floor with the rest of your clothes.
“Fuck, you look so good,” he said against your lips, pushing your legs farther apart. “Wanted this from the moment I saw you.”
He left a trail of wet kisses down your neck, leaving bruises along your throat as he stopped to suck and bite at the skin. He continued licking down your chest and stomach, then settled down on his knees, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders. He licked along your inner thigh, teasingly slow, and he looked up at you with a smirk like he knew he was driving you crazy.
You squirmed helplessly as he chomped down on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and it was clear he enjoyed dragging out this teasing as long as possible.
“A-ah,” you said, half because of the pain, and finally, finally, he was dragging his tongue over the folds of your pussy. He gave his tongue a few swipes, then circled it around your clit, kissing and sucking on it with more intensity until he had you pushing your hips against his face for more.
Just when you felt yourself starting to approach the brink of a climax, he pulled back, smiling devilishly. “Aw, sorry, did you want to cum?”
You were too flabbergasted to speak, panting heavily as you looked down at his face between your legs. You were stuck somewhere between confused and angry, and still very horny.
“You’re gonna have to earn it,” he said, punctuating the thought with a deceptively sweet peck.
He grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you up, and you scrambled to wrap your legs around him to keep from falling. He carried you to his room and tossed you into the bed, less than gentle about it, and quickly discarded his clothes.
It was fairly dark in the room, with only the light from the hallway creeping in from the door, but you could clearly see the outline of his cock as it popped free from his boxers. You felt your jaw drop a little bit. Big? Fucking understatement.
“Come here,” Yunho said, gesturing with his finger. “On your knees.”
You obeyed, and scooted off the bed and sank to your knees in front of him. You swallowed, feeling intimidated at the prospect of fitting all of that in your mouth.
“Be a good girl for me and you’ll get to cum later, ok?” He looked down at you, his gaze dark.
He cupped your chin in his hand, making you look up at him from your somewhat degrading position. You nodded, and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock.
You gave the tip of it a conservative lick, sucking lighty to test the waters. He made a noise in his throat, and you took it as encouragement to take more of it into your mouth. You opened wider, squeezing your eyes shut as you took in as much as you could without gagging.
He only gave you a second to adjust before fisting his hand in your hair and shoving your head forward, making you gag as you took more than you could handle. You pulled back, gasping for air, but his hand was still tangled in your hair, forcing you back onto his cock. Your scalp stung as he moved your head back and forth, and you did your best not to choke as the tip hit the back of your throat again and again.
“That’s good, baby,” he moaned. “Fuck, yeah, take it all.”
There were tears streaming down your face as you fought hard against your gag reflex, and you focused on breathing through your nose for air. Finally he let you go, and you pulled off, breathing hard, bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away the tears.
He brought both hands up to your face, caressing your hair and brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones, helping to wipe away the wetness. You were sure you looked wrecked, with swollen lips and mascara smeared to all hell across your face.
“Fuck, you look so pretty. I wanna make you mine so bad.” Yunho guided you up, having you sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you once again, and shoved your legs apart, forcing you to fall back clumsily onto the bed.
He ate you out again, more hungrily this time, and you really hoped he planned on following through with his promise. He slid one of his long fingers into you, twisting and crooking it, making lewd wet sounds as he used it to fuck you. He slid it out, and dipped his tongue into your pussy, fucking you with his tongue as he used his thumb to play with your clit. He didn’t relent, going harder as he sensed you were getting close, and you couldn’t stop the way your hips instinctively bucked up onto his face as the pleasure overwhelmed your whole body.
“F-fuck, Yunho!” you cried, hips twitching and arching up off the bed as you came. Your legs felt shaky, and you needed a second to take a breather, but Yunho was straddling you, trapping you with his body against the bed, bringing a hand up and squeezing it around your throat. He placed a finger up to your lips--the one that had been inside you--and pushed it into your mouth, running it along your tongue. You instinctively sealed your lips around it, meeting his lusty gaze as you sucked it clean.
The way he was looking at you was kind of scary, eyes fixed on your lips and hand getting tighter around your throat. You coughed as breathing started to get difficult, and he let go of you, hopping off the bed.
He grabbed both of your ankles and flipped you over, making you land breathlessly on your stomach. You could hear his footsteps as he walked somewhere in the room, then came the sound of a drawer opening and closing, and in a moment he was straddling you from behind, tearing open a condom and rolling it onto his cock.
He grabbed your hips and roughly yanked you up, backing your ass into him and making you sit on all fours.
“God, you’re so hot,” he gritted, digging his nails into your ass as he lined himself up with your pussy. With hardly any warning, he pushed his cock in, and the size of it nearly made you scream. Yunho groaned as it entered you, pushing until it was in all the way. You couldn’t help any of the sounds you were making, it was all too overwhelming in that moment.
He started thrusting slowly at first, but the thrusts quickly grew faster and harder, pounding you so hard you could barely breathe. And then you really couldn’t breathe--his hand had come up and clenched over your throat, cutting off your screams. His other hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back with a choked cry. All concept of pain or pleasure sort of started to fade away, your vision going fuzzy and your ears ringing over the sound of him fucking you.
For a second you thought you might actually pass out, but luckily he let go just in time. You gasped for air, hands fisting into the sheets. Yunho grabbed onto your hip bones with almost bruising force, digging his nails in as he came, spitting profanities as he gave one last hard thrust.
You collapsed to the bed, limbs feeling totally useless. Your back was drenched in sweat--whose it was, you weren’t really sure--and you felt like you could probably sleep for ten years or so. Yunho left the room for a second, then came back with a towel. He ran it along your back and your legs, wiping up the sweat and whatever other body fluids were present, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder as he did so.
He ran his hands through your hair, combing out the tangles, and it was soothing enough to push you over the edge of exhaustion into the realm of sleep. As you drifted off, you could feel Yunho wrap his arms around you, his warm skin pressing against yours underneath the blanket. Like a switch, he went back to being the sweet person you had met earlier at the lake. Like he hadn’t just done some kind of Jekyll and Hyde kind of shit.
As you fell asleep, you could only vaguely form one coherent thought.
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