☆ Ash. She/Her. 20's. I love Yunho, Yunwoo and reading. I post pics of Yunho, with possible writing coming in the future. Follow me if you also love Yunho ❤️
when your super sexy hot boyfriend comes home tipsy after not calling you for fourteen hours and you can’t help but be pissed off — wc 4.3k, jyh x fem!reader, smut minors dni, ANGST (hehe), idol au, dom!yunho, degradation, raw (my bad), spanking, dom yunho agenda lives on. mentions of yungi bc im insane! last shottie before kinktober starts 🫡
You haven’t heard a singular word that’s left the TV screen in an hour. Sitting with your knees bent up to your chest, your arms crossed over them, your hair tied up, jaw set in anger, the silly sitcom on the screen couldn’t even pull a huff of amusement from your nose.
He was late. Again. Hours this time.
It seemed to be happening more often than not lately, with a comeback right around the corner he was holed up at the company building every day, dance practice, meetings, last minute promo recordings. You understood, being with him for years now, this isn’t your first comeback with him, nor is it your last.
But for some reason, this one had steam coming out of your ears, your mind betraying you, telling you he was out with his friends for drinks, he was hanging out in the practice room doing overtime, all because he didn’t want to come home to you.
It didn’t have sadness sitting heavy in your gut. It had ice cold rage burning through your veins, sweat nipping at your neck, your fingertips ice cold. How dare he leave you at home by yourself for hours while you waited for him? For him to be out at a bar, with friends? For him to be lingering at the studio without a care in the world that you were home, on the couch, patiently waiting for his arrival?
You were mid-sigh when you heard the keys in the door handle. You stood on socked feet as the door groaned open, the knob bouncing off the wall. You barely reacted, arms so tightly bound over your chest, mind whirling with your starting accusation.
Your six-foot oaf of a fucking boyfriend tumbled through the doorframe, already smiling, pink dusted over his cheeks. Your eyebrows shot to your hairline– You thought him being drunk was a long shot, your mind jumping to conclusions because you couldn’t get a hold on your emotions, but you were fucking right!?
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” your arms uncurl from your chest as you make your way towards him, feet sliding over the hardwood in quick steps.
“Baby!” His grin widens, throwing his bag to the floor, his jacket falling on top, completely missing how your eyebrows were slanted downward, how your lips pursed in a heart at the center of your face. “I missed you, today was so long. Mingi, Wooyoung and I went to the bar across the street and had a few beers to unwind after work, talk about the day.”
You keep your distance, a few feet away, arms curling over your chest again, weight shifting to one leg. You tilted your head, voice coming out in a tone of false amusement, “Have fun?”
He giggles, a soft sound, light and bubbly, your favorite song of his. Not right now.
“Yeah,” he nods, “Wooyoung and Mingi are so fucking funny when they’re together, I swore I was gonna pee my pants at one point.”
You nod slowly, lips pursed atop each other, eyes low and pointed, “That’s great.”
He pauses where he stands, one shoe off, the other halfway on. He furrows his brows, “You’re pissed.”
“No shit I’m pissed.”
His head tips back in a groan, arms falling limp at his sides as he kicks his other shoe off. Your hands start flying. “I don’t understand, Yunho, do you even think of me during the day? No text, no call, no nothing while I sit here and wait for you!”
He starts for the kitchen, long legs quickly carrying him there, you follow on his heel. “Do you even think of maybe letting me know?” He opens the cabinet, grabbing a glass of water. Your eyes follow him. “Tell me, Yunho, am I even a thought in your mind?”
“I think about you all the time, you know that, I’ve told you a thousand times,” his words have a soft, tired bite to them as he places his glass in the fridge, water pouring from the dispenser built into the door.
“Then why don’t you let me know you won’t be home so I don’t make double the dinner I made for myself?” Your voice raises, each word emphasizing the rage slicing through your body, “Or I don’t sit here on the couch like a fucking idiot, waiting for you to walk through the door to watch our show?”
He turns on his heel, droplets of water landing on the hardwood surrounding you. His voice matches yours, loud, strong enough to cut steel, “I just worked,” his tone lowers, punching every single syllable, “Fourteen fucking hours.”
“And I didn’t receive,” you raise up a hand, counting on your fingers, “A call, a voicemail, a text, a fucking Instagram DM. Did you message on Fromm today? Did your fans get a message when I didn’t?”
His eyes widen, lips curling at the corner, a laugh falling from his lips so empty that it hurts like a slap to the face. He walks away, a hand flying in the open space over his head as he heads for the living room, “Oh, you’ve fucking lost it.”
“I’ve lost it!?” You yell, still on his heel, “Excuse me for wanting to hear from my boyfriend of four fucking years while he’s gone for fourteen hours of the day!”
He sits down on the couch, knees spread, drinking from his glass. You stand before him, hands on your hips, rage steaming your skin, the room feeling ten degrees hotter. He chugs the glass, head leaning back into the couch, staring at you through lowered brows. His voice drops, low and steady, the type of anger that makes him calm. You don’t let it phase you.
“You need to stop yelling at me,” he said simply, “You’re being ridiculous.”
“What’s ridiculous is you not giving a fuck about me,” your tone is harsh, and as much as in your soul you know your words aren’t true, you say them like you mean it. “But by all means, go to the bar after work, get some drinks with your friends! Maybe you can even find a woman there to fuck you, or better yet, maybe you should have gone home with Mingi.”
“You’re losing your fucking mind,” he shakes his head with another laugh, “I worked my ass off today, I’m exhausted, I wanted a few beers to decompress so I didn’t come home and put a load on you when you’ve been waiting for me.”
“That’s what I’m fucking here for, Yunho,” your hands find your hair, tugging at your roots, head tipping up to face the beige, popcorned ceiling. “I’m here to help you decompress, I’m here to share your struggles, your hardships. What the fuck am I to you?”
“You’re my girlfriend that has her own struggles and hardships,” he leans forward, his eyebrows in his hairline, his words coming out strained. “You’re not here for me to put all of mine on you! I have coworkers and friends for that, I come home to forget about the bullshit–”
“You come home to get fucked,” you’re seething now, words harsh and low, “You go to work, sing and dance all day, and come home after a few beers looking for a hole to stick your cock in.”
His eyes nearly bulge out of his head. “You did not just say that.”
You point to the floor beneath your feet, “And I meant Every. Fucking. Word.”
Within a blink he’s standing before you, so close you can feel his breath on your skin, pink-tipped, long fingers wrapped around your jaw. He’s staring at you through lowered brows, his eyes heavy and cold, a darkness within the deep chocolate that sends a shiver down your spine, breath catching in your throat.
“You think I’ve been with you four years just for sex?” His voice is quiet, low, terrifying, his torso pressed to yours. Your eyes flare with anger, subtle excitement, socked toes curling into the hardwood, but you don’t answer. His smile is dangerous, it should have you nervous, scared, anything but the rush of adrenaline that floods you. “You think that’s all you’re good for? A hole to stick my cock in?”
“Fuck no,” you hiss, lips squished from his fingers cutting into your skin, “I think that’s all you’re good for.”
He drops your jaw, knees bending to grab you by the thighs, throwing you over his shoulder in one quick motion. Your stomach drops, a high-pitched yell leaving your throat as his legs bring you to the bedroom in long, quick strides, heart rising to your throat when he throws you on the perfectly made bed, his six-foot built towering over you.
You sit up immediately, jaw locked, steam pouring from your nostrils, “Don’t even think about touching me.”
His lips curve in a smile, amusement in his eyes, piercing through the irritation that squares his shoulders. “That’s all I’m fucking good for?” He takes a step closer to the bed, leaning down until his pink-dusted cheeks are centimeters from yours. You don’t move, eyes locked on his and jaw set, heart pounding against your chest. He smiles. “I work every damn day to make money for you, and that’s all I’m good for?”
Your lashes barely touch in a fast blink, ignoring how your stomach drops. That smile, his tone, he’s pissed. Fear licks up your spine, your forehead feeling damp under his gaze. You tilt your chin up, voice losing all its bite, “Yes.”
In a navy hoodie and sweatpants, black hair messily sprawled across his forehead, eyes crazed and wild and maybe half-deranged, the fear that nipped at your spine got confused with the excitement rippling on your skin. His grin spreads wide, and before you know it he’s pushing you back by your shoulders, head bouncing against the mattress. A hand curls under your torso, flipping you onto your stomach, and your eyes squeeze shut. Fuck.
“If that’s all I’m good for,” he starts, thumbs curling into the yoga pants on your waist, pulling them down just enough to expose your ass. “Then maybe I’ll remind you who the fuck I am. Who it is you’re speaking to like that.”
“I know damn well who I’m talking to,” your words come out airy, shuddering as he lifts your hoodie up to mid-back, pulling your pants down just a little more, chuckling when your squished thighs show him a peek of wetness between your legs, no panties to hide it.
“Hmm, I think you like it,” you can hear his smile as his warm palms run over your ass, squeezing the skin, “Being the hole I use when I come home. Being nothing but my fucking cocksleeve.”
You bite your lip to hide your whine, voice strained, “Fuck you, Yunho.”
“Fuck me?” His hands mid-squeeze, grip firm, “I thought you told me not to touch you. Didn’t think you wanted to fuck me.”
Your lips purse, fingers digging into the sheets below you, anticipation biting every inch of skin exposed, “I don’t. I don’t want anything to fucking do with you.”
He laughs and it’s a low, gravelled thing, laced with mischief like he could taste the lies on your tongue. He digs a knee into the bed, leaning down close to your ear, breath hot on your cheek, “You think I have the energy to put you in your place tonight?”
Your thighs clench together, a small whimper escaping your lips. You squeeze your face together, pissed that your body betrayed you, anger and anticipation and arousal mixing together to a cocktail between your legs.
He kneels off the bed, voice steady and sharp, “Count, or I won’t go any farther than this. You won’t get the privilege of being the hole I use tonight.”
Your eyebrows furrow before the first harsh smack lands on your ass. You cry out, head jerking up, bottom lip dragging against the sheets, the word count doesn’t process in your overstimulated mind.
“Oh, I must have misread the situation,” his voice is taunting now, the inflection of his tone rising and falling. “Thought you were just being a brat. You really don’t want to get fucked tonight, huh?”
Your mouth moves before you can think, “I- I do, I do.”
He lands another, right below your ass, the sensitive skin of your thigh. You cry out again, face hot, throat tight.
“Yelling at me on some stupid shit right when I get home, are you really that stupid? Did you forget how to count, too?”
“Two!” You squeal, legs bending at the foot of the bed, your toes just barely gripping the floor to hold you up.
“There you go, baby,” his hands running over where he had just hit you, a stinging heat in his palms now as he attempts to soothe the skin. “Knew you weren’t completely stupid.”
You choke out a quiet moan, body betraying you, temple falling to the mattress again. You have only a moment of recovery before he’s striking you again, harder this time, on the opposite, unmarred cheek, the loud slap ringing through the room.
You whimper, voice quieter, nearly broken, “Three.”
“You can take more,” he’s squeezing the skin again, voice a song of amusement and faux encouragement, “Keep up so you can earn my cock.”
He hits you again, followed by Four. Then again, followed by Five. He gets all the way to Ten before tears are streaming down your cheeks, darkening the comforter beneath your face, sobs shaking your shoulders. It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good you’re left confused and utterly brainless. Pain and pleasure morphing together, you wanted to cum, you wanted to sit in ice-cold water, you wanted him to tell you that you did a good job. You wanted your reward.
Why did you want a reward? Why did you get punished in the first place? You’re the one that’s mad at him.
He’s already tugging you towards him before you can get the words out, shaky and harsh but weakened by the tears streaming down your face, “F-Fuck you, Yunho.”
Pulling you into his lap, his lips bend in a pout as he wipes the tears from your cheeks with two thumbs, “Hm? Still? Thought for sure I would have spanked the brat out of you.”
“You heard me,” your voice is raw, anger returning with how your burning cheeks sting, “Fuck you.”
“Oh,” is all he says as he lays you on your back again, you hiss when the comforter hits your behind. His face reads nothing while he moves you as if you didn’t have any will of your own, pulling the hoodie over your head, ripping the hair-tie from your bun.
“I said don’t fucking touch me,” you bite as your hair falls around your face, “I’m not yours to use.”
He laughs at that, genuine and bright, “That’s exactly what you are, my love, you’re mine. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you.”
“No you can’t,” you move up the bed, wincing as your ass drags across the sheets, “I’m not playing this game with you tonight. All I wanted was a text.”
“Do you not hear yourself when you speak?” He crawls over you, hands sliding your yoga pants down your legs, “Remember when I asked you if you wanted to be fucked and you said yes?”
Your cheeks heat as he slides you down the mattress again, head landing in the pillows. You tip your chin, “It was a moment of weakness.”
“It was you giving in like you always do,” his hands land on your thighs, one sliding down to your pulsing core, “Because at your core you’re nothing but a fucking slut.” His fingers slip into your folds, spreading your wetness, “Ain’t that right?”
Your back arches involuntarily, catching your lip between your teeth to fight a moan. His thumb circles around your clit, tongue poking out to wet his lips, staring at you through lowered brows. He tilts his head when your breath catches in your lungs, “Answer me. Aren’t I right?”
Your hips buck into him, eyes dancing between his hand between your legs and his gaze that was cold and pointed. He smacks his teeth with his lips, pulling his hand away from your core to land a quick slap against your center. You gasp a moan, hips jerking, and his lips curve in a smile, “You answer when I speak to you.”
“Yes, fuck, Yunho, you’re right,” you gasp out, body twitching now, fingers twisting in the sheets below you.
“What am I right about?”
“I’m a slut!” You cry out as his thumb meets your clit again. Your head digs into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure, how his finger moves at the perfect pace with perfect pressure.
He uses his other hand to slip a finger inside you, curling slowly, his lips parting as he watches your body arch, relaxing into the bed, face morphing into sweet pleasure.
“That’s right,” he nods, voice taunting, “You’re a slut, my fucking slut. You don’t talk back to me, you don’t speak to me disrespectfully, do you?”
You shake your head quickly, eyebrows twisted in pleasure, hips bucking against his fingers. The sting in your ass adds to the pleasure at your core, mixing together in a bubble of euphoria, the pit in your stomach tightens. He adds another finger and fucks into you faster, thumb circling with harder pressure, voice still taunting as he asks, “Do you have anything you want to say to me?”
“I’m sorry,” you open your eyes, words coming out in a rushed, strained breath, “I’m sorry, Yunho.”
His grin spreads wide. He slips his fingers out, maneuvering you onto your front again, grabbing a pillow from beside your head to slide under your hips. “You don’t get to be stretched out.”
“Fuck,” you mutter absent-mindedly into the cotton pillows, hands coming up to grip at the plush. The stretch was always so much worse without an orgasm first, his cock was too long, too thick.
“Maybe if you’re good for me I’ll pretend you never said a word, maybe I’ll even let you cum,” his hands curl into your cheeks, spreading you open, ignoring how you hiss at the sting. He leans down, landing a fat glob of spit to drip down your folds before you hear him pull down his sweats, his briefs, no doubt just low enough to get his cock out, scrunched around his thighs.
“Take a deep breath for me baby,” his voice is soft for the first time tonight as he lines himself up, his tip spreading his own spit along your core, slapping his cock against you twice before prodding at your entrance.
You suck a deep breath in as he pushes into you slowly, whimpering at the stretch, at the sting. Always so fucking big, even after four years, you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it.
“Hah, fuck,” he drags out the words, low and velvety, his pleasure verbal. “Sucking me in like you always do, piss me off just to get fucked like a slut. I know you.”
You cry out a choked moan as he sheathes himself inside you slowly, letting you feel the curve of his cock, each pulsing vein, the mushroom tip settling deep inside you. You feel his hair on your stinging cheeks, eyes screwed shut, rolled back behind your lids, the pain so hot it sears your skin.
“Not gonna fight back?” He huffs a breath of pleasure and amusement, “Too fucked out to speak already?”
Your knees dig into the mattress, hips pressing back against him, “Move.”
He lands another harsh smack on your ass, your wail is immediate, piercing through the room. His voice is sharp, “Thought we went over how you fuckin’ speak to me. You wanna be used, left here without an orgasm and a cunt pumped full of cum?”
You shake your head, tears stinging your waterline again, “No! No, I’m sorry.”
“Act like it,” he pulls out just to slide back in, harsher this time, “Don’t just fucking say it.”
“I’m sorry,” you wail as he picks up the pace, building a rhythm as your fingertips claw at the pillows beneath you, “I’ll be good– I’ll be good, I swear!”
“I know you will,” his hands run over your hips, watching as your hot-red ass bounces against his cock, “This pussy wants to cum, that’s why you were acting up, right? Just missed me?”
Tears dampen the pillows beneath your cheeks, sobs racking through your chest, shoulders shaking as much as your ass bounced against him, “Y-Yes, Yun, just missed you, miss- missed your cock.”
His fingers tighten around your hips, a low groan tumbling through his lips as he fucks into you harder, “I know, baby, I know.”
Your hips fuck back onto him, accepting every inch of his cock, letting the overwhelming pleasure settle into your core. Tears spill down your cheeks as moan after moan slips from your lips, his cock bruising your cervix, curving so deliciously against the front of your walls.
“Fuck, Yunho,” you whimper, voice muffled by the pillows, “Wanna see you, need to see you.”
“Yeah?” He asks, taunting tone dulled by his pleasure-filled breath, “Gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes,” you cry, choking on the spit in your throat, “Gonna be good, g-gonna be your good girl.”
He pulls out at that, slipping the pillow from beneath you and throwing it off the bed, flipping you for the final time tonight. With one look at your splotchy, tear-stained cheeks he’s leaning down, connecting his lips with yours. It’s messy, hot, wet, teeth colliding and tongues trying to swallow each other whole. Your hands immediately slide under his hoodie, feeling the muscled, chiseled abdomen beneath, beckoning him to take it off.
He pulls it over his head and your arms slide over his shoulders, fingers twisting together at the base of his neck, tugging at the hairs that curl around his ears. He moans into your lips, cock grinding against your slippery folds, tip catching on your entrance.
“Please,” you whisper into his lips, a string of spit connecting your lips, “Inside.”
He reaches down, shimmying his sweats down to his ankles, then uses one hand to line himself up and you both watch as he slowly pushes himself inside, eyebrows twisting together and lips falling open in a silent moan.
“So fucking good,” he groans into you, “Pussy so sweet, missed it, missed you.”
You whine as he reaches the hilt, “So fucking deep, Yunho, fuck.”
“All yours, baby,” he catches your lips again, his skin pressed to yours, pelvis so heavy against yours as he builds a new slow, antagonizing rhythm, “All fucking yours.”
Your thighs wrap around his, hips meeting his thrusts, his cock barely sliding out of you with how close you keep him. So close together you don’t know where he ends and you begin, your moans pour into one melody, breaths hot on each other’s faces. Your nails claw into his skin, cries growing higher in pitch as his cock drags against your walls, massaging that spongy spot just behind your clit.
“Right there,” you breathe, head tipping back, and Yunho dips his head down to press his tongue to the column of your throat. Your toes curl, whining, “Shit, Yunho, fuck, missed you s’much.”
“My good girl,” he mumbles into your skin, picking up his pace, never missing the spot you think he was built to hit. “So fuckin’ bratty when she doesn’t get her way, just needed something to fill this tight lil’ pussy up.”
“Yes,” you’re reeling, gasping, your orgasm building steadily in your gut, “Needed you, needed this.”
“I’m sorry,” he finds your mouth again, kissing you harshly, muffling your moans. “‘M sorry I didn’t call.”
“It’s okay, shit,” you gasp, “I’m gonna cum.”
Your thighs unclasp from his back as he fucks into you harder, cock bullying that spot inside you, and your breath hitches in your throat as the pleasure finally spills, clenching around him, nails clawing into him so hard you’re sure you’ll leave red crescents in his back.
“Fuck,” he hisses, “So good for me baby, so tight, you want me to fill you up?”
You nod against his lips, mouth hanging slack against his, body still clenched tight around him, orgasm still flowing through you. “Yes, yes, need it.”
He chokes out a groan, staggered and broken, hips twitching as he loses his rhythm, fucking into you wildly. You cry out, “Yes, baby, so good– so good, stretching me out, cum inside.”
He moans at that, head dipping into your shoulder as he pounds his cock into you, broken thrusts turning to a nasty, slow grind. He whimpers as he spills into you, “I love you, I love you– so much.”
Your hands slide into his hair, scratching at his scalp as you feel his load fill you up, “I love you too, baby.”
Warm, heavy, full. You both catch your breath for a few, he lays with his head in your neck, your thighs lazily thrown over his, both of you ignoring the stick between you.
“Sorry for flipping out when you got home,” you finally mumble, voice coy.
He smiles into your neck, a warm, close-mouthed grin, “It’s okay, I gave you a valid reason to.”
“You should do it more often,” a smile grows on your own cheeks, “If it means you’ll fuck me like this.”
He laughs into your neck, sweet and light, your favorite song. “I fuck you like this without you being mad at me.”
“It adds to it tho, yanno?” You turn your head, kissing his hair. “Maybe next time you’ll have someone else with you when you walk through the door and I can berate him, too.”
“Like who? Mingi?”
You shrug, a smirk on your lips. He lifts his head, meeting your eye, reading the amusement but seriousness laying behind them. He blinks at you for a second, before his lips curl in a nasty smirk, too.
summary: one night, you and your boyfriend and your best friend are watching a movie, only you didn’t realize this movie would have a sex scene this long. or that they would notice how uncomfortable it made you. when you finally confess to them why, they take their time guiding you through every life experience you’ve always felt too late for, one kiss at a time.
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note: this was inspired by my 🪻 anon who sent a suggestion about a yunwoo fic centered on loss of virginity. what was supposed to be an ask reply became a full fic. see under the cut for more detailed notes and disclaimers. part two coming soon.
warnings: virginity, late bloomer reader (she’s 26), demisexual!reader, complex relationships to sex, sexuality, and pleasure. fluff, angst, and emotional hurt/comfort, frank conversations about sexual experiences and norms including body hair and preferences, references to disassociation during sex but in the past, brief mention/question about sexual trauma (there is none), bisexual!wooyoung, bicurious!yunho, nervous / inexperienced reader, shy reader, embarrassed reader, slow and i mean SLOW sexual acts, lots of consent, kissing galore, nipple play, body worship, masturbation (f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, yunwoo teaching how to and reader learning for basically ever sex act….. lots of soft pet names y'all know me, an extremely earned 'good girl'
pairings: boyfriend!yunho x best friend!wooyoung x fem!reader
genre: smut and more smut
word count: 18.9k
note! this post was too long for tumblr, be sure to read section two here! or check it out on ao3
disclaimer:
this fic deals with complex feelings around loss of virginity, the "right age" to lose your virginity, as well as exploring different kids of sexualities, specifically demisexuality though it is not named as such in the fic. I want to emphasize that there is no "right age" to lose your virginity, and virginity itself is a social construct, but our reader here is 26 and feels late and has a lot of shame around her relationship to sex and arousal. this is not to say that 26 is "late" or there's anything wrong with it, but there are moments in the fic that she is very unkind to herself and it's because she needs to unpack these feelings not because I believe them to be true.
regarding demisexuality, I did my best to use my research and understanding of demisexuality to offer a different understanding of arousal for my character here. for her, she is awkward and uncomfortable with sex to the point that it feels foreign to her, and the way she experiences sexual desires or arousal is different to any characters i’ve written or what she sees in media. for her, she needs a romantic or emotional connection with someone to feel that desire, so of course enter our boys and some classic quiet yearning.
if you are more educated on demisexuality than I am, and feel that this tag is misplaced on this fic, please let me know. I always seek to be a responsible writer, and want to be sure this is a safe and inclusive space for all. thank you, happy reading!
You’ve never understood sex in movies. It’s always full of heavy breathing, frantic pawing at each other, and the sounds. The sounds. There’s no way people in real life actually sound like that if they’re not acting, you can’t imagine it. The few times you’ve tried to watch porn made you feel the same way, uncomfortable and anxious.
So it doesn’t help that this action movie has an unexpected sex scene and it definitely doesn’t help that you're sandwiched on the couch between your boyfriend and your best friend.
The throwaway female character moans on screen, her head thrown back with a grimace of pleasure on her face and your hands tighten, your eyes looking down to avoid it completely.
At twenty-six years old, watching a sex scene in a movie shouldn’t make you want to curl up in your own body and die, but here you are. The scene is long, full of heated tension and steamy camera angles even before the couple on screen starts to hastily undress and moan together in the sheets, and it makes your whole body vibrate with uncomfortable energy.
Yunho is relaxed in the corner of your couch, legs spread out on the chaise, his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you nestle into his side. He’s sweet, your boyfriend of three going on four months, and he seems completely unfazed by the scene on screen.
Wooyoung is lounging on your opposite side, his legs cutting a diagonal line across you so he can rest his feet on part of the chaise too, all three of you tucked up under blankets.
You probably wouldn’t be so unable to process your discomfort had you not gone out with them earlier in the night, a few happy hour drinks and back to your place with takeout and some more beer to keep the good vibes going. If you were stone cold sober you would probably be fine, but you had a buzz earlier, and a buzz always makes you more emotional.
“Damn,” Wooyoung huffs a laugh at the screen and takes a long swig of his beer, “get it,”
Yunho exhales a laugh softly through his nose but doesn’t comment.
You can’t even bring yourself to say a word. The idea of sex alone doesn’t always make you uncomfortable, but more often than not it does. It’s worse right now though, the number of times you had thought about sex while simultaneously not having it with Yunho these past few months makes you feel like this movie is just shoving your own anxiety and embarrassment in your face.
“Holy shit is that position even possible?” Wooyoung says, but you keep your eyes downcast, the sounds of the tv telling you all you need to know.
Your stomach clenches when Yunho responds, “Possible? Yeah. Comfortable, not so much,”
Heat rises in your cheeks.
He’s your boyfriend, that should turn you on, make you flirty and funny like other girls your age, but all you feel is a stark reminder of your own inadequacy.
“I don’t know,” Wooyoung takes another drink and glances towards you and Yunho, and it’s just like your best friend to say the thing no one else will, when he laughs and nudges your knee, “y/n, what’s got you all embarrassed?”
Yunho looks down at that.
“Hmm?” You try to play it off, looking back up towards the screen as the scene finally fades to black, “What do you mean? I’m fine,”
Wooyoung snorts a little, “Yeah? Did the movie get you all flustered? Cute,”
“Shut up,” You cross your arms, rolling your eyes and trying to look back to the screen, “you’re missing the movie,”
Yunho’s hand slips from the back of the couch to your arm.
“Thinking about trying all that out when I leave?” Wooyoung gives you a cheeky eyebrow.
Heat pricks behind your eyes.
“That’s ambitious,” Wooyoung continues, oblivious to his word’s effects, but Yunho’s picked up on your tension.
“Hey,” Yunho says sharply, “leave her alone,”
“Oof,” Wooyoung holds up a hand in surrender, “sorry, sorry, she knows I’m just teasing,”
You look to the side, turning your head away from him to try to collect yourself, but there’s no stopping the conversation now.
“Fine,” Wooyoung sighs, “damn, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit a nerve,”
He more than hit a nerve. In true Wooyoung fashion as only he can do, he reached right in, exposed the nerve, and squeezed. You nod, swallowing tightly, and your plan is to tell him it’s no big deal and go back to pretending this never happened, but when you take in a breath it comes sharply and tears slip down over your cheeks.
Yunho tenses, leaning forward to see you, “Baby?”
“Fuck, are you crying?” Wooyoung sobers, sitting up and reaching for you, “I’m so sorry, I’m… I don’t know what I said, but don’t cry,”
“I’m fine,” You suck in a breath and scrub your hands under your eyes, “I’m drunk, it’s fine,”
“It’s not fine,” Yunho brushes your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
“Hey,” Wooyoung wraps his arm around your back and gives your thigh a squeeze with his opposite hand as he leans into you, “it’s okay, you’re okay,”
“It’s not you,” You sigh, dropping your teary face into your hands, “it’s stupid,”
“It’s not,” Wooyoung starts to say, but you keep going.
“Yunho,” Your breath hitches, remembering how only two nights ago you had backed away from sex with him, leaving his apartment early again, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,”
Both men still, but then Yunho sighs, “I told you, it’s okay,”
“It’s not,” Your breath hitches again, and maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe it’s just the final tipping point of how angry you’ve been at yourself for months, years, but you say it, “it’s not okay that your girlfriend is fucking defective,”
Wooyoung’s hand tightens on your knee, and Yunho sucks in a sharp breath, “Hey,” he says, “baby, what,”
Something clicks in place, “You guys haven’t had sex,” Wooyoung blurts out.
“That’s not really any of your-,” Yunho starts to say, but you cut him off.
“No,”
“We’re just taking it slow,” Yunho shifts, drawing you closer, “and there is nothing wrong with that,”
You shake your head, and suddenly the sound of the television cuts.
“Yunho’s right,” Wooyoung rubs your back, “and I wouldn’t have teased you like that if I knew. I wasn’t trying to be mean, you know that, I just assumed we weren’t talking about stuff like that since we’re all friends, so it didn’t get weird,”
Nervousness bubbles through you, and you push their hands away, “I should go,”
“What?” Yunho says, confusion all over his face as you stand up.
“Go? This is your apartment,” Wooyoung follows you, the blankets discarded on the floor.
“To bed,” You manage, trying to recover as you try to physically remove yourself from the most uncomfortable conversation of your life, “I should go to bed.”
“It’s eight o’clock,” Wooyoung reaches for you, “what is going on?”
“Well, I’m tired,” Your legs are moving, heart pounding, but as you walk past the couch towards the hall Yunho’s hand closes around your wrist and pulls you to a stop.
“What did you mean, ‘my girlfriend's defective’?” Yunho asks softly, pulling you back to the couch, his voice gravelly with tension and concern.
“Yunho,” You sigh.
“No,” He shakes his head, “you’re running away,”
“Yun-,”
“I’ve been patient,” He insists, “I haven’t pushed, but what does that mean? What the hell would make you think there’s something wrong with you?”
You rest a hand over your eyes, taking a shaky breath.
“You can talk to us,” Wooyoung murmurs.
“It’s embarrassing,” You manage.
Yunho’s thumb softly strokes over the veins in your wrist, but he stays quiet.
“It can’t be that bad,” Wooyoung says warmly, “you know all my embarrassing secrets,”
You pull your arm out of Yunho’s grip and shake your head, “Fuck,”
“Baby,” Yunho murmurs.
“Fine, fuck it,” After years of biting your tongue, you’re not sure here in this moment you can do it anymore, and the truth all but bursts out of your chest, “I’m a virgin.”
You watch Yunho’s eyes grow wide with surprise.
Crossing your arms tightly over your chest, you take a step back, “It’s really fucking embarrassing, okay? So there, that’s it.”
Yunho’s still for a moment, and then he pushes off the couch, stepping over the chaise to get to you. Your stomach feels like it’s dropped out under you, and for once Wooyoung is absolutely silent, watching your boyfriend to see exactly how he’ll respond.
Yunho settles in front of you, sitting on the arm of the couch so that you’re eye to eye and then he gently touches your arms, “Sweetheart,” he says softly, “you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
His hands run up and down your upper arms slowly and you soften, “But,”
He shakes his head, “That doesn’t make you defective,” he squeezes you, “I don’t want to ever hear you say that about yourself again,”
You sigh, “It’s not just that,”
“Then what?” He soothes you, pulling you a little closer until you’re standing between his open legs, “Talk to me,”
“I’ve tried,” You explain quietly, “but I just can’t, and it’s not fair to you,”
“You’ve tried,” Wooyoung processes those words clearly, and you finally glance at your best friend.
You can only manage a nod.
“To have sex?” Yunho infers.
“In school,” Your cheeks heat and you try to pull away but Yunho keeps you in his hands.
“That night at Yonsei,” Wooyoung blurts out as the puzzle pieces of his memory align and slot together.
You grimace. That was the night you figured out how mismatched you and sex were, the night in college you decided to throw caution and fear aside and get a little drunk and just get it over with. Only it didn’t matter how hot your almost-hookup was, or how charming, the minute he had his hands on you everything changed in your brain. It was like you were disappearing inside yourself, feeling bleeding out of you until you were just a body you didn’t recognize. It had spun you right into a panic attack that left you running out of his apartment and straight to your best friend’s arms.
“What happened at Yonsei?” Yunho tenses, looking between you both.
Wooyoung looks at you for a long moment, “She met a guy at a party, and two hours later she was crying on my doorstep. You said nothing happened, you said he was just a jerk,”
“He was fine, it was me,” You murmur, “I couldn’t do it,”
“That was years ago though,” Wooyoung offers.
You feel your cheeks heat up again, “I’ve tried to hook up with other people,”
“Oh,” Wooyoung’s shoulders drop, his eyes going tender, “babe, why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s just so uncomfortable, I’m so mortified by the whole thing,” You rub your hands over your eyes, sighing into your palms.
Yunho’s watching you carefully, but you can see him thinking and finally he says, “Were you ever planning on telling me?”
Your stomach clenches and you can’t come up with anything to say.
“Oh god,” His eyes widen, “you weren’t going to tell me, were you?”
“I thought it might be different with you,” You murmur, “once I got up the nerve,”
Yunho stands, running a hand through his hair, “Baby,” he steps away, pacing the length of the couch, “you can’t be serious,”
You expected him to be upset, but confusion at why he’s angry fills you, “What?”
“I could tell you were a little inexperienced, that’s fine, but never? I could have hurt you, or gone too fast, y/n,” Yunho finally faces you, “we’re in a partnership, sex should be about both of us, and losing your virginity isn’t something to just get over with,”
“I know,” You tell him, even though you really don’t have a good grasp on that at all, “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset,”
“I’m not upset,” He sighs, “I’m… I don’t know,”
You’re quiet, panic curling in your gut that your worst fear of losing him was happening right in front of your eyes, but then Wooyoung interjects and the night seems to take the strangest turn with one sentence.
“If it helps,” He says, “I’m also a virgin,”
You and Yunho both swing around to look at him and you let out a startled laugh, “What? No you’re not, I literally know people you’ve hooked up with,”
“I mean,” He nods, “okay, not a total virgin, in terms of percentages I think you win,”
You laugh again at the absurdity of his words, clapping a hand over your lips.
“I’ve done pretty much everything except had my dick in someone,” He says earnestly, “it’s not that big of a deal, I’m sure it’ll happen at some point with the right person,”
“But,” You blink, “you’ve dated so many people,”
“Right, well,” He clears his throat, throwing a quick look at Yunho, “with girls it’s mostly just getting each other off and with guys, I’m uh, not exactly topping,”
“Oh,” You manage.
“My point is,” He steps towards you and cups your cheeks, “your very sweet boyfriend is right, there is nothing wrong with you. And if something is making you uncomfortable you’re not going to get over that by ignoring it or lying to people who care about you and want to take care of you.”
There’s nothing to say to that.
“Virginity is bullshit anyways,” He says firmly, “it doesn’t mean anything real, so if you’re a virgin so am I.”
“Woo,” You sigh.
“Yunho,” Wooyoung looks to the side, “come hug your girlfriend,”
You smile, and in a second Yunho’s arms are around you, pulling you up and into his embrace.
“This makes so much sense,” Yunho sighs, a little relieved as he rubs your back.
“You’re sure you’re okay with it?” You ask into his chest, “I think most guys think,”
“Fuck most guys,” Yunho shakes his head, “you’re not dating most guys.”
“But,”
“Woo,” He says, “back me up here,”
Wooyoung laughs, “He’s right, most guys wouldn’t care,” he says, “but we definitely would want to know,”
“You would?” You untangle yourself from Yunho to look at your best friend, “I mean, isn’t it all the same for you?”
You know the question is naive the second it leaves your lips. Yunho’s hand stills on your upper arm, and Wooyoung cocks his head to the side before answering, “No, not really,”
“At all,” Yunho adds, “there’s a lot I would do differently knowing that,”
Wooyoung nods, “Same,”
You run a hand through your hair, “I just feel like… I don’t know that’s not what it seemed like when I… or, fuck, this is so embarrassing,”
“Come here,” Wooyoung pulls you into his chest and gives you a solid hug, “stop worrying what we think, we’re not judging you,”
“Woo,” You murmur into his shoulder, “you don’t know, I think my brain is broken,”
“No,” He soothes you, “come on, let’s all sit back down, we can talk,”
You swallow tightly, but nod.
Wooyoung pulls you gently back to your original position on the couch and Yunho follows, sliding into his spot and pulling the blankets up over all three of you as you settle in.
“You can tell us,” Wooyoung says, tucking the blanket under your feet.
Yunho nods before brushing his fingers along your cheekbone and tucking your hair behind your ear, “You okay?”
You shrug a little, “I guess,”
“You can tell me anything,” Yunho squeezes your hand, “I really care about you, y/n, I promise you can trust me,”
You nod, and then you brace yourself for the questions, for the way you’re about to be more honest with these two men than you’ve been with yourself.
“When you say you can’t,” Yunho brushes his thumb over your knuckles, “what do you mean?”
You let out a slow breath, “I’ve never told anyone this,”
Wooyoung smooths a hand over your knee under the blanket, a comforting rub of his skin on yours.
“Um,” You don’t know where to start.
“Does it hurt?” Wooyoung prompts you softly, “I know for some girls that’s a thing, right?”
Yunho’s thumb stops moving, and he squeezes your hand again.
“It’s not that,” You shake your head.
“Okay,” Wooyoung murmurs, soft like he’s coaxing it out of you.
“It’s,” You search for the right way to explain, “I don’t know why, but whenever I’m, um, intimate with someone it’s like I’m not there,”
Yunho’s brow furrows as he studies your face.
“It feels like I’m, I don’t know, not in my body anymore?” You try to explain, “Like I’m watching everything happen from the outside, like i’m stuck like that, and then I just panic,”
Your words sit for a moment and then Wooyoung says, “That sounds really scary,”
The tension left in your chest snaps and you suck in a sharp breath, “It is,”
Yunho separates your hands and shifts closer to you on the couch, his body close and angled towards you, his hand cupping the back of your head, “You’re dissociating,”
“Yeah,”
He nods, “How many times has this happened?”
“Um,” You look up, flicking through your memory, “a few times, three times,”
“I told you most of it,” You say honestly, “he and I went upstairs at the party to his room, we you know, made out a bit which was okay. He didn’t mind that I was a virgin, and everything was okay, but then he started touching me and I just… yeah, I shut down, and then I started to hate it, and then I freaked out on him and ran off,”
“And the other times?” Yunho’s hand slips down to settle on your neck.
“Pretty much the same,” You tell them, “the second guy was someone from a class at this party, and then I swore sex off for a while, but tried again a couple of years ago with a guy at a bar. I thought a few drinks would help me relax, but getting more drunk just made it worse. I stopped trying after that,”
Yunho’s hand tightens on your neck, “Jesus,”
“It’s bad, I know,”
He shakes his head, waving his other hand to dispel your assumption, “No, but I don’t like the idea of you in that situation at all.”
“It was fine,” You sigh, “I definitely freaked that guy out though, I started crying the minute he took my shirt off. He got me cup of tea and put me in a cab home after that,”
Wooyoung squeezes your leg and you turn to him, “Can I ask you something that’s a little… I don’t want to upset you, but,”
“Ask,” You nod.
“Did something happen when we were kids, or in school?” His eyes are soft, tender as he asks his careful question.
Yunho stiffens but you quickly shake your head, “Nothing like that,”
Wooyoung lets out a relieved breath.
“I know it’s awful to say this,” You admit quietly, resting your hand on Wooyoung’s, “but sometimes I wish it were that clear, at least then I’d have a reason, something to make sense of it, but I’m just… like this.”
Wooyoung nods, but doesn’t have anything to say to that.
Heat creeps into your cheeks and you figure you might as well keep confessing, “I thought about asking you, actually,”
“Me?” Wooyoung’s eyebrows raise.
“Yeah,” You laugh, “after the second time, I figured it was a mental block about losing my virginity or something, so I thought about telling you and asking for your help since we’ve been friends so long, but you were dating guys by then, so I figured, you know,”
“I still like girls,”
“I know!” You rush to correct yourself, “I just saw how good things were for you, I didn’t want to, I don’t know, be a charity case,”
“y/n,” He shakes his head, “you’ve been my best friend since we were six, I love you, you could never be a charity case to me. I would have helped you then, I would, well yeah,”
Wooyoung clears his throat, his eyes flicking to Yunho, “Not in a weird way, I’m not trying to,”
“Relax,” Yunho says, “I know you’re not.”
You sink deeper into the back of the couch, leaning into Yunho’s warm touch still anchored on your neck.
“Baby,” Yunho murmurs, “how has it been with me?”
“Oh,” You straighten up, turning towards him.
“Honestly,” He adds.
You think about all the ways Yunho upended you. Friends first, flirtations second, touches coming so much later. There’s heat with him, nervous bubbles in your belly, and you swear sometimes when he kisses you, you can feel the vibrating frequency of it on your lips for days.
“It’s different,” You tell him, “really different,”
He nods, encouraging you more.
“That’s why I thought maybe this would work out,” You confess, “I want more with you, but I also… if it is me, and I can’t do it, I don’t want to ruin this. I’m really scared of fucking this up,”
“You’re not going to,”
“Yunho,”
“You’re not.” He says firmly.
“Babe,” Wooyoung gives you another squeeze, “I think I know what’s going on,”
You and Yunho both turn to look, “What do you mean?”
“Those guys,” He smiles a little, “they were random hookups at parties, they were probably drunk and definitely not treating you right, but did you even like them? Were you even into them when you went upstairs?”
You blink, “Into them?”
“Yeah,” He nods, “like did you get hot and heavy on the dance floor and want to rip each other’s clothes off, or did you just… pick a guy to lose it to,”
“Woo,” The question alone embarrasses you.
“I don’t think you can just hook up with anyone,” He explains softly, “I think you don’t want to, or maybe, I’m not sure, but maybe you don’t feel arousal unless you care about the person.”
You sit silently in that knowledge for a moment. It’s something you thought about, the idea of needing the romance element. It’s not like you lacked a sex drive, it just never felt like other people’s. You weren’t a porn watcher, you didn’t think about sex or sexual things when you saw someone hot. Growing up people would always make comments about people’s bodies, the way it made them feel, the things they wanted to do, but you always just felt hollow. The only times in your life you’ve felt those deep in your gut stirrings was reading one of your romance novels, or from the two men on either side of you now.
“It would make sense why intimacy feels different with Yunho,” He sums up softly, “and why you would have felt safe enough with me to ask.”
Your mind is still turning that over when Yunho softly interjects, “With me,” he asks gently, “when we’re kissing, you seem to like it, to be there. Right?”
You nod immediately, “Definitely,”
“And have you thought about us doing more than that?” Yunho’s fingers gently card through your hair.
“A lot,” You admit, your cheeks heating up again, “I just… I was afraid it would happen again.”
“Okay,” Yunho murmurs, his fingers soft against your scalp.
“I’ve only ever felt that for you,” You confess, and at that you feel Wooyoung’s hand slip off your knee and you turn sharply, grabbing his hand to keep him from pulling away from you, “and you, I’ve also, I used to, yeah,”
It’s Wooyoung’s turn to soften, his eyes flicking nervously from yours to Yunho’s and back, “You’re uh,” he stumbles over his words, “you’re saying Yunho and I are the only guys who have ever made you, uh,”
“Horny?” You supply with a smile, “and I thought I was the embarrassed virgin,”
“Shut up,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes, “you know what I mean,”
“Yeah,” You laugh, “but yeah, I guess… what you said makes sense, sex has never clicked with me, I don’t really feel that kind of attraction at first, but you’re my best friend.”
Wooyoung swallows nervously.
Turning back to Yunho you cup his cheek, holding his gaze, “And I feel more connected to you than anyone,” you tell him honestly, “we were friends for a little while before you ever asked me out and things have been… the way I feel is so,”
You can’t quite get the words out, but he nods, “Me too,”
Yunho shifts forwards and places a single, soft kiss on your lips before leaning back and clearing his throat. He squeezes your hand again, his thumb still working an unconsciously comforting pattern on the back of your hand, and you wonder if he realizes just how at ease he puts you.
Wooyoung shifts next to you, “Can I ask something else?”
“Hmm?” You turn to him, pulling your gaze from Yunho’s, “Sure,”
“The movie,” He nods to the blank TV screen, “that kind of thing, were you just embarrassed because we’re both here, or do you not watch stuff like that at all?”
Your nose crinkles, “Are you asking me if I watch porn?”
Wooyoung laughs sharply, “I mean that was hardly porn, but yeah, I guess I’m curious,”
“Uh,” You shrug, “I mean, no? I don’t, no,”
“Why?” Yunho asks, and then clarifies, “It’s fine that you don’t, I guess I’m curious too,”
“It just seems so fake,” You admit, “all the moaning and the screaming, I mean I’ve never,”
Wooyoung’s eyebrows raise.
You clap a hand over your lips and shake your head, “Nevermind,”
Yunho looks positively amused, leaning his head onto his hand, elbow propped up on the couch arm, “Go on,”
You shake your head, hiding your own smile behind your fingers.
“When you jack off?” Wooyoung supplies with a grin.
“Woo!” You slap his arm and feel your face heating back up.
“Sorry,” He says, but he’s not, and he doesn’t lose the smile, “when you masturbate, you do masturbate don’t you?”
“Yes, I masturbate,” Your voice drops to a hushed, almost scandalized whisper.
Yunho’s hand brushes over the back of your head and settles on your neck, “Baby,” he says, “you’re fine, you don’t have to be shy.”
“Jesus,” Your eyes shut and you shake your head.
Yunho shifts back towards you, “We can stop talking about this though, if you’re actually uncomfortable we can be done.”
“I’m fine,” You manage, “I just… I don’t talk about this kind of thing regularly,”
He nods.
With a sigh you run a hand through your hair, “Yeah, so I don’t know, when I… well, you know, it’s just different than…. yeah, you know,”
Wooyoung snorts a laugh and Yunho grins at your word salad.
They wait for you to say more, but finally Yunho translates, “You’re saying when you touch yourself, it doesn’t feel like what porn looks like, like what the women in porn are experiencing?”
“Basically,” You let out a tense breath.
“Have you actually orgasmed before?” Yunho asks.
You separate your hands from the boys, and rest the back of your cool fingers on your cheeks, “Yeah, I mean, yes,”
“Listen,” Yunho smooths his hand over your thigh, “I’m not saying porn is realistic, a lot of it isn’t, but with the right person it can definitely make you feel a lot better than I think you realize.”
“Sometimes it’s pretty loud,” Wooyoung adds, leaning back against the couch cushions.
“Fuck,” You hide your face in your hands, “this is crazy, what am I like fifteen? You must think I’m such a baby,”
“No,” Yunho soothes you, “I think you needed to find the right guy, and if Woo’s right and you need the romantic part before the rest, I mean, it would make sense why porn isn’t your thing.”
Your mind flicks back to all the guys you’ve tried to lose it to in the past. The three you made it far enough with that it left a lasting impression, but also every other guy you considered.
“I’m just so behind now,” You admit your fears quietly, “if we can even have sex, I’m so… I’m just so late,”
“Learning’s half the fun,” Wooyoung says plainly.
Yunho’s hand slides over your back, “Mhm,” he murmurs, “and if I am the right guy, then, baby, I’d be more than happy to teach you,”
“Cute,” Wooyoung comments.
Something warm and tight solidifies in your gut at his words.
You don’t realize you haven’t responded until Yunho gently pulls your hands away from your face, “You okay? Jagi?”
You nod, “I’m good, just, thinking, I guess,”
He looks nervous, you realize.
“You’re definitely the right guy,” You take his hands in yours, “I’m sorry, I’m a little overwhelmed.”
Overwhelmed isn’t exactly the right word for it.
You’re starting to notice all the little ways he’s touching you, and then you start to realize all the little ways Wooyoung is touching you too. With other people, this kind of intimate touch would twist your stomach in the wrong way, but with them it’s a pleasant kind of warmth, syrupy and soft, and it makes you want to kick off the blankets and drink a cold glass of water.
Wooyoung’s hand brushes over your hair, “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know,” You breathe, “I’m just glad I told you both.”
Yunho’s eyebrows raise, his lips quirked up on one side into a smile. Now that the dam is broken, it seems all your thoughts and secrets just keep flooding out.
“Sorry,” You huff a soft laugh.
“Don’t be,” Yunho replies, “I like you more comfortable, you’re allowed to tell me stuff like that,”
You nod.
Wooyoung’s hand slips off your leg and you feel your stomach twist. He’s pulling back, putting distance between your bodies, and something deep down feels wrong.
“Well, I should probably get out of here,” He says, taking that as his cue to leave.
You can’t help the way your face falls at the idea, and Yunho’s eyes flick over your expression.
Wooyoung cleans up his little space on the table, walking into your kitchen, and something deeply unspoken passes between you and Yunho.
You hear the bottles clink in the recycling, and the sound of running water as Wooyoung washes his hands and cleans off his dish.
“y/n,” Yunho murmurs, “are you sobered up?”
You blink, but nod. He knows as well as you do that you’ve only had one slow beer since getting back from the happy hour several hours ago, but he’s giving you the chance to pull the emergency brake on the rest of the night if you need it.
Wooyoung walks out, finding his jacket and pulling it on, “Text me later, and uh, thanks for drinks earlier,”
Your best friend isn’t meeting your eyes.
“Wooyoung,” Yunho interrupts, leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees, “I think you should stay.”
His head snaps up, “What?”
“I think you should stay,” He reiterates, “I think y/n wants you here, but is too scared to ask for that.”
The curling, heavy warmth returns in your belly.
”But,” Wooyoung blinks.
”I’m not sure what we’ll do tonight,” Yunho offers, “but if y/n is comfortable enough to be this honest, and if we’re the only two guys that have ever made her feel the right way about sex, then I think you should stay.”
Wooyoung’s eyes widen and flash to yours.
Smoothly, Yunho turns to you, “If you want that,” he murmurs, “all of us figuring this out together, I want you to know that I’m good with it.”
“All of us as in all three of us?” You manage, surprise coursing through you.
Yunho stays the calm center between you and your best friend, and looks to Wooyoung, “Woo?”
A silent conversation passes between them, you can tell that much from watching their every micro expression, but then Wooyoung nods, “But it’s up to y/n,”
Yunho turns his focus back to you, “Only if you want it,” he says, “but you’d be safe with us, and you know us, and now that we know where you’re at we can take it slow and make sure you’re connected the whole time.”
A light bulb turns on for Wooyoung and he nods, “We also definitely don’t have to have sex if you’re not ready for that, we could just mess around,”
Yunho nods.
This is probably going to be something that you’ll regret, but you hope not. If nothing else, the feeling in your body now isn’t anxiety or fear or numbness, it’s want.
You want it.
And you’ve been trying to figure out a way to want this for as long as you can remember.
“Let’s do it,” You exhale, nodding, “let’s try,”
Yunho smiles.
“Shit,” Wooyoung laughs, “are you sure? We’re doing this?”
“I mean,” You pick up on the infectiousness of his laugh, “who knows maybe this ends in twenty minutes with a panic attack, but, fuck it,”
Yunho shakes his head, cupping your cheek, “We’re stopping before it gets that far,”
You nod, pushing down the litter flutter of nervousness in your gut, “S-so how do we start?”
“Let’s go to bed,” Yunho offers softly, “no rush, just to get comfortable.”
“Okay,” Your voice is soft.
Wooyoung reaches out to you and you slot your hand in his as he says, “Damn, who would have thought we’d be losing our virginity together,”
Yunho snorts a laugh behind you and you roll your eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” you let him pull you to your feet, “you’re loving this, I see,”
Wooyoung shrugs.
Yunho stands and slides behind you, his hands softly gripping your waist, “Still good?”
“Mhm,” You nod, and honestly Wooyoung’s teasing has you more relaxed then before, “good,”
Wooyoung leans in and presses a quick kiss to your cheek, walking back towards your bedroom like it’s his own, “Come on,” he calls back over his shoulder, “let’s go pop some cherries,”
You fall apart into hysterical laughter, stumbling forwards with Yunho still close at your back, the three of you collapsing into bed together with an ease you’ve never experienced in your entire life.
Once the laughing starts to fade though, you’re acutely aware that you’re in the center of the bed and they are snuggled close on either side of you, just under the duvet and nestled close.
“This is nice,” Wooyoung breaks the ice softly.
“Mhm,” Yunho smiles, “I kind of thought this might happen someday.”
“A threesome?” You laugh.
“I mean,” Yunho shrugs, his hand brushing up and down your bare arm, “you two are kind of a package deal,”
Wooyoung snorts a laugh, “I’ve heard that one before,”
“I don’t mind,” Yunho smiles, “I like you around,”
He smiles back, rolling closer into you and propping his head up on a hand, “Dude,” he laughs, “do you even like dick?”
To your absolute surprise, Yunho smirks, “I dabbled in college,”
“You did?” Your eyes widen.
Yunho shrugs again, “Some,”
“Holy shit,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “this is going to be fun,”
“Slow down,” Yunho rolls his eyes and nods to you, “we’ve got a million things to get through first,”
A nervous knot starts to form in your gut at their attention, but you take a slow, steady breath.
“Sweetheart,” Yunho catches your attention, his fingers gentle on your jaw, “how are you feeling?”
“Good,” You murmur, “mostly,”
“What’s the not good part?” He asks.
You sigh, “I’m just nervous,”
“Me too,” He admits, his fingers sliding up and down your jaw, “Wooyoung, are you nervous?”
“Definitely,”
“Nervous is normal,” Yunho smiles a little, “and we’re going to take our time. There’s no rush, we have nowhere to be, and there’s no wrong way to do this,”
Your shoulders soften.
“If you start to feel scared or like you’re out of your body,” Yunho cups your cheek properly, “I want you to say ‘red’, okay?”
You’ve read enough romance novels to know exactly what the color system is and when to use it, but coming from your sweet, patient boyfriend, you’re a little surprised.
Your brow furrows, “Why not stop?”
He smiles wider, “Because,” he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips before continuing, “if we do this right, you might start saying things like ‘don’t stop’, and I don’t want any of us confused about what we are hearing,”
Something inside you flutters and you nod.
Wooyoung smiles, an eyebrow raised, “Colors?”
“You’re familiar?” Yunho smirks.
“Yeah,” Wooyoung laughs, “a little surprised that you are, but what do I know,”
Yunho ignores that comment, and you try not to fixate on the fact that if Yunho is that experienced, it might mean something about his relationship to sex that you’re not ready for.
“Now, nice and slow,” Yunho’s voice is warmer, deeper in his chest and that pulls you right out of your thought spiral.
“We’ll get comfortable,” Wooyoung kisses your shoulder gently.
“Yeah,” You breathe.
“You like kissing me, right?” Yunho shifts closer, his fingers gentle on your jaw.
It feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room, but you nod, “Uh huh,”
He smiles a little, his pretty mouth parting as he leans towards you, “Just let yourself feel me,”
“Kay,” You breathe.
His lips connect to yours.
Warm, soft, and slow, just the press of his mouth. He’s gentler than before, now that he knows your secret, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, you just feel safe. He nuzzles you with his nose, taking a little breath as your mouths part, but then he kisses you again, not an ounce of urgency in his touch.
With gentle reverence, he lets you warm to being touched, he lets you adjust.
Yunho brushes his thumb back and forth over your jaw, and you feel your shoulders soften, physically relaxing into the bedding.
Your fingers grip down on his shirt, fabric bunching as the mere weight of your hand strains the soft cotton against the buttons. He’s warm, his skin, his breath. You can feel the thump of his steady heart against your fingers, and when he sighs against your lips you feel like his warmth has seeped right from his skin to yours.
You shiver, some knot of tension inside you starting to unspool.
Slowly, Yunho pulls back just enough to catch your eyes, “You okay?”
There’s no pressure in his eyes, no push for more or irritation under the surface. Nothing like what you’ve seen with any partner before this.
All you see in Yunho’s eyes is patience.
“Yeah,” You nod, “I think so,”
Yunho smiles a little.
“It’s nice,” You murmur, “you feel nice,”
“Nice is good,” Yunho smiles wider.
Wooyoung’s fingers brushing along your hip bring you back to reality, and you turn your head just slightly, catching sight of your best friend.
He’s watching you both with such affection it nearly bowls you over. You expected heat in his eyes; hunger, lust, uncontrollable desire, all the things you’ve seen a million times before in movies. You’ve heard plenty about Wooyoung’s nights out too, his stories of hookup after hookup leave little to the imagination, but here in bed all you see when you look at him is your best friend.
“Hey,” You murmur a little lamely.
“Hey,” Wooyoung smiles, adjusting his position on his side, propping his head up on his hand.
For a second, you look at him, really look at him.
His skin is tanned from the summer sun, making his brown eyes a richer, deeper tone with warm flecks of amber. His dark black hair has gotten longer too, just starting to brush the top of his shoulders with a natural soft wave, making him habitually brush his hand through his locks. His straight brow, the distinct cut of his nose, the lovely crooked curve of his lips, one dark mole under his left eye.
“You’re staring, cutie,” Wooyoung wags an eyebrow to tease you, but keeps his tone kind.
“Sorry,” You feel your cheeks heat.
“You’re okay,” He assures you, “what are you thinking about?”
“Nothing really,” You fib.
He bites his lip to keep from shooting back a playful retort, and then he sighs, glancing between you and Yunho before ripping off the proverbial band-aid, “y/n,” he murmurs, “do you want to try kissing me too?”
Your stomach bubbles with something new.
Reflexively, you look to your boyfriend, surely if he’s not comfortable he would say something, but Yunho only nods.
“It’s okay,” Yunho promises, “I want you to,”
You nod, back to Wooyoung, and slowly you both shift towards one another.
“I got you, babe,” Wooyoung assures gently as he gets closer, the heat of his body resonating through his clothes and yours.
You take in a quiet breath, and then you feel his lips.
His kiss is different, lighter at first. Hesitant like he’s coaxing out a secret from inside you, letting you come to him. You think faintly in the back of your mind it’s the first time Wooyoung’s ever eased you into anything, you’ve been dragged along behind him in his chaotic orbit since you were kids, but this time he moves so slowly and so gingerly you can’t help but smile against his lips.
You exhale a little laugh, and you feel his lips curve upwards, his hand sliding forwards to find your hand, thumb gentle against the center of your palm.
With a breath his eyes flick over you, “Still okay?”
You nod again, and that bubbling strangeness in your belly returns, not nerves, but something else entirely.
Yunho shifts his body next to you, both of your boys now properly leaning on their sides on either side of you, before he leans in and presses a kiss to your temple.
Wooyoung grins, dropping his face to rest his forehead against your shoulder and he exhales a sigh of relief, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,”
Your chest tightens, “Why?”
“You’re my best friend,” He kisses your shoulder twice over the two freckles that stand out on your skin, “but I’ve wanted to do this for years,”
“We kissed before,” You lean into Yunho’s heat as you look down at him.
“We were eleven,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes.
“Cute,” Yunho smiles.
Wooyoung presses his lips to your shoulder again but stays still, just resting his mouth on your skin, before sucking in a breath and looking up at you, “Can I kiss you again?”
“Yeah,” You can barely breathe.
This time, he reaches up and cups your cheek, drawing your jaw towards him so he can lock your lips together properly.
“I promise,” He says between kisses, “we’ll take such good care of you,”
Your chest warms.
“Won’t we?” Wooyoung throws a look to your boyfriend.
“Mhm,” Yunho’s voice is rich and warm in his throat, “you’re safe with us.”
Your chest tightens and then loosens pleasantly, nervous jitters starting to fade.
Wooyoung leans back, and they adjust their bodies once again so that you’re cradled between them.
The quiet between you is soft, full of warmth. Not silence exactly, just no one rushing to fill the air.
You don’t need to say anything, or do anything, you just rest here in the moment with their hands anchoring your body and your chests rising and falling in time with each other.
Yunho finally nuzzles your hair gently with his nose, “Sweetheart,” he says softly in your ear, “can I touch you a little more?”
You can feel your heartbeat pick up, but you nod.
Yunho’s hand slides over the curve of your shoulder, fingertips gently skating over the swell of your chest, down your stomach until he rests there lightly at your waist. He doesn’t push or guide his hand anywhere else, he just waits, his palm a warm weight as he lets you get used to his hands searching your body.
“You’re trembling,” Wooyoung murmurs.
You hadn’t even realized, but you are. Just enough that they can see it, feel it, and your hand twitches in Wooyoung’s loose hold.
“Is it okay?” Yunho asks, so quiet it’s barely a breath.
You nod, turning your head to find his eyes, searching inside yourself for the right way to say what you’re feeling, “It’s not the bad kind,”
“Yeah?” His eyes, deep brown and round, search yours.
“I’m not scared,” You manage.
“Does it feel good?” He checks softly.
“Yeah,” You breathe.
Yunho leans in, kissing you once more, “Thank you for telling me,” he murmurs.
Your breath catches in your throat, emotion striking you deep in the center of your chest, and all you can manage back is a nod.
With deliberate slowness, their eyes steady on you, their hands start to move. They smooth over your body slowly, mapping your skin, your curves, but with a featherlight touch. They don’t take anything you aren’t willing to give or ask your body for any answers it doesn’t have yet, they just feel. Letting you get accustomed to them, the way Yunho’s long fingers tickle as they glide over your pulse points, and how warm Wooyoung’s rough palms are as he brushes your skin.
Wooyoung’s palm settles over the blanket on your thigh and rests steadily as Yunho cups your face and draws you into another kiss. You shift up into it, pressing towards him for a little more sensation, a little more pressure, and the blanket that was up around your shoulders sinks down to your waist.
Yunho glances down, fingers gentle on your shoulder, “How’s this?”
“Good,” You reply, a little breathless from the kiss.
Wooyoung squeezes your thigh and you let out a heavy exhale, feeling warmth spreading through your body slowly like molasses.
“More?” Wooyoung murmurs.
You nod.
Yunho’s fingers hook under the straps of your top and he gingerly slides his fingers up and down, knuckles brushing your skin as he nods towards your shirt, “Can we take this off?”
You hesitate, just for a split second. He hasn’t seen you like that before, neither of them have. Everytime you and Yunho had kissed, even made out, and gotten close to anything more the second his hand slipped under your shirt you had stumbled off his lap with an excuse to leave.
This was uncharted territory with them.
Wooyoung’s voice grounds you though, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he offers, “it’s just a shirt,”
“No,” You gather yourself, “I want to,”
With shaking fingers you reach for the hem of your tank top, shifting in the bedding to try and pull it up.
“Can I help?” Yunho says, hand hovering near yours, ready to touch you at the first breath of permission.
“Please,” You let your hands fall away.
He swallows tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat and you feel something tighten inside you as you watch him. He draws your shirt up as you sit up a bit to make it a bit easier, and Wooyoung reaches up to help with the other side. Both of them tug your shirt free over your head as you sink back against the pillows.
A little chill runs through you, and you find yourself pulling up the blanket a little.
Yunho sighs though, his expression softening as his eyes skate over your full breasts, only the thin fabric of your black bra standing between you.
Your fingers nervously curl into the blanket.
“You’re so pretty, baby” Yunho murmurs.
Wooyoung nods, “God,” he says, shaking his head with a soft laugh, “sorry, it’s just, you’re so-,”
“Beautiful,” Yunho amends his words, “you’re beautiful,”
When he says it like that, it doesn’t sound like a question, or even an opinion, he says it like it’s a fact. An obvious, knowable truth just by looking at you.
No one’s ever looked at you like that or called you beautiful like that in your life.
Your eyes glance down, hands fluttering nervously on the blanket, but Wooyoung reaches down and slips his hand in yours, lacing his fingers with yours again like he always has.
“I-,” You smile, exhaling nervously, “I’m not sure what to say,”
“That’s okay,” Wooyoung murmurs.
“And I don’t know what to do with my hands,” You admit, tightening your grip on Wooyoung.
It’s embarrassing, nerve-wracking, to be this inexperienced and fearful at your age, tucked between two men who have probably lost count at the number of times they’ve had sex or perhaps even the number of partners.
“Put them wherever you want,” Yunho says, “or just let them be. You don’t have to worry about what to do, or if it’s what we want. Just let us take care of everything,”
Emotion tugs again at your chest, and you nod, biting your lip to keep from spilling out every thought in your mind, every worry and fear that you’re not worth this.
Your hand settles over Yunho’s chest though, and something in you eases at the steady thump of his heart against your hand.
Yunho looks momentarily shaken by your touch, something sparking in his eyes, but he recovers with a soft clear of his throat and covers your hand with his own, “That’s good,”
You manage another nod.
“Hey,” Wooyoung leans in again, brushing his lips over your shoulder and stroking your side, “You’re still with us?”
“Yeah,”
“Still good?” He checks.
“I’m good,”
“Keep going?”
“Keep going,”
Yunho presses your hand down just a little, a tender response to let you know he’s listening still.
You’re not sure when the fear in your belly started to shift, but the heavy stone in your gut has faded away into something warmer, something new, something far from the panic you were used to.
You feel Yunho’s hand brush over your legs, coaxing you to stretch out in the bed and get a little more comfortable, and they follow you lower into the sheets.
Wooyoung curls into you, brushing his nose against your cheek, familiar and soft in a way that makes you smile.
No one’s rushing you, no one’s trying to get anywhere.
You realize all at once that this is what you needed, not a hurried hookup to get through the discomfort you felt before. Just time, space, everything taken at your pace, with people you trust.
This time, you hardly notice when the blanket slides down further until it’s properly pooled over your hips. Yunho’s palm rests warm and steady on your stomach, and Wooyoung’s hand curls over your ribs, resting just under your breast without taking it any further.
It’s then that Yunho finally speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper, “Can I kiss you here, jagiya?”
Your stomach flutters as his breath drifts over your chest.
You nod.
He dips his head and presses his lips to your chest, this time letting his lips drag against your skin as he presses another over your heart, and then another over your breast, and then another.
Your eyes flutter shut.
Gentle fingers, Wooyoung’s, brush against your scalp.
Yunho’s lips brush over the swell of your breasts, your chest, your collarbones.
You take a shuddering breath, and for the first time in your life you don’t feel like you’re disappearing.
“Okay?” Yunho checks, lifting his lips for a moment.
“Yeah,” Your voice cracks a little, “yes, keep going,”
Wooyoung kisses your hair, “Feels good?”
“Yes,” You sigh, a smile blooming on your lips.
Yunho’s hand wanders, from its warm home on your belly he searches your waist, brushing against Wooyoung’s fingers, and then drifts lower and lower still. He kisses your chest all the while, his lips dangerously close to the edge of your top.
You make a noise you don’t think you’ve ever made before, a gentle catch of air, a little whine, and your hand curls into the fabric of Yunho’s shirt.
“You’re right here,” Wooyoung assures you, not sure if the sound was in pleasure or fear.
You shake your head, “I know,” you feel the heat rising in your cheeks, “don’t stop,”
Yunho hums pleasantly against your skin, and then you feel his fingers at the knot of your pants, “How about these?” He murmurs, “Can we take these off?”
You pause, breath stuttering, and your eyes open.
Your pants are soft cotton, comfortable, familiar, but suddenly with his hand on your waist they feel like a second skin. The idea of pulling these away makes your chest tight and your heart hammer in your chest.
Your eyes flick down to your legs.
“We’re not in a rush,” Yunho reminds you softly, “this is about you,”
“I want to,” The words slip out of you, “it’s just, I don’t-,”
“What?” Wooyoung prompts you softly when your words die on your lips.
“What happens after that?” You manage.
“Just this,” Yunho promises.
“Just kisses,” Wooyoung nods, “until you feel ready for more,”
“What if I don’t feel ready for more?” You search his eyes.
“Then we stop,” Wooyoung reminds you, “we go get food, we watch a different movie, whatever we were going to do tonight anyways,”
His words ease you immediately and you nod.
“You’re in control,” Yunho kisses your temple, “the whole time,”
You nod.
His fingers linger over the knot at the front of your pants.
You nod again, holding his eyes.
He tugs and the tie falls open.
“Here,” Yunho murmurs, “let’s help you sit up a second,”
They move like they’ve done this together before, not this, not you, but like they’ve cared for someone together. Their hands stay steady, smooth, never grabbing and never rushed. You rise slowly, the blanket falling away.
Yunho reaches for your waistband first, slipping under the edge and then glancing back up, “Still okay?”
“Mhm,”
He pulls the fabric down just a little, just enough to show you that he’ll take it as slow as you need him too, and Wooyoung moves beside him to slide his hand up and down your calf to steady you.
“Lift your hips, sweetheart,” Yunho murmurs.
You lift up, and both of them strip the pants down your thighs, past your knees, over your ankles until they’re tossed somewhere off to the side and you’re left in your bra and underwear.
The air on your skin makes you inhale, but you’re not cold, you’re just bare.
Somehow you’re okay with that.
Yunho’s eyes skate over you, his teeth brushing against his bottom lip, but he smooths his expression and looks back up.
“You’re gorgeous,” Wooyoung breathes, unapologetically staring at you.
You glance down, and immediately clap a hand to your lips. You had forgotten what pair of underwear you were wearing, not something sexy and lacy that would match, or even a simple black thong. You sink back into the bedding with an embarrassed groan at the blue cotton underwear, adorned with tiny rainbows and clouds.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Yunho presses a firm kiss to your forehead, sighing as he smiles, “you have no idea,”
“No, this is so lame,” You whine, hiding your face, “I’m not supposed to be cute, I’m supposed to be sexy, we’re about to have sex,”
Yunho snorts a laugh against your hair, but Wooyoung lets out a proper laugh, “That’s bullshit,”
“Woo,”
“I like cute,” Wooyoung draws your hands away from your face and kisses your cheek, “so does Yunho, obviously,”
Yunho nods, “But you’re still sexy,”
“Please,”
“Baby,” Yunho draws your eyes up with a crooked finger under your chin, “I am doing my best to be extremely respectful and trying not to overwhelm you, but don’t for one second think that I’m not in love with every part of you right now. You’re driving me insane,”
“O-oh,” You smile, your heart tumbling over the word ‘love’ on his lips.
“Exactly,” Wooyoung nods, his hand finding a home against your waist once more, “exactly what he said,”
“Now,” Yunho murmurs, gently returning his hand to your belly, “where were we?”
“Kissing,” You sigh.
“Perfect,” Yunho slides a little lower in the bed and this time his lips travel further.
Wooyoung trades places with him and cuddles into your side, pulling your face towards his so he can kiss you properly this time.
Sensation blooms through your body as Wooyoung deepens the kiss, your mouths parting, and his tongue ever so gently flicking against yours. Yunho hums again, kissing over your breasts and down the center of your chest, lower still until he’s pressed against your abdomen.
You take in a sharp breath, your body twitching under them.
“More?” Yunho asks, lips brushing against the skin just above your navel.
“Yeah,” Your breath tangles with Wooyoung’s.
They keep close, their hands exploring your body with new purpose, still soft but you feel their boldness growing. You stay relaxed in their arms as they touch you, your stomach, your sides, drifting over your trembling thighs.
They touch you, kiss you, until it feels like no patch of skin has been rushed over, no bit of you ignored.
“Still with us?” Wooyoung presses soft pecks over your jaw, down your throat.
“Here,” Your voice is just a whisper.
“Good,” Yunho sighs, warm air spreading over your skin as he travels back up your body.
You can feel your body responding, not in the way it usually does with a partner, but in the ways it does when you’re alone. Your muscles are starting to clench, core fluttering, and you’re sure that if you checked you’d find yourself starting to get wet. Something deep in your center aches, and your hips jerk again, just a little as they kiss you.
“Baby,” Yunho coaxes you away from Wooyoung’s lips so can look at you, “how are you feeling?”
“Good,” You nod, “it’s, I’m feeling good,”
“Do you want to try something more than kissing?” Yunho asks gently, “Or not yet?”
Heat crackles under your skin in an unfamiliar way, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, “I think, yes,”
“We’ll go slow?” Yunho checks.
“Slow is good,”
Wooyoung finds your hand again and squeezes it gently.
“How about,” Yunho clears his throat softly, his hand skating over your skin, “why don’t you show us?”
“Show you?” You search his face.
“Mhm,” Yunho’s nails gently rake up and down your thigh, “show us what you like,”
“How I masturbate?” You blink, looking between them.
Wooyoung smirks a little at the directness of your words, but Yunho nods, “Teach us how you like to be touched,”
“O-oh,” You shiver a little.
“Then I’ll show you my favorite way to make girls come,” Wooyoung slides down in the sheets, kissing over your bare arms, the exposed skin of your abdomen.
You don’t realize where he’s going until he starts to shimmy himself between your thighs.
You take in a sharp breath, your hand flying down to cover yourself even though you’re still wearing your underwear, “You don’t have to do that,”
“I know I don’t have to,” He smiles, kissing your knee, “I want to, I like it,”
You swallow tightly, your hand finding Yunho’s chest again.
“Pause,” Yunho instructs, and Wooyoung stills, “baby, what’s going through your head?”
“This is embarrassing,” You murmur.
“No one’s ever gone down on you, right?” Wooyoung checks.
“Well, no,” You let your head fall back against the pillows, “but I also haven’t shaved,”
The words run together, but they hear you.
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Wooyoung says and you can hear the smile in his voice, “so what?”
Yunho’s fingers skate softly over your belly, edging close to the seam of your underwear.
“I mean,” Your breath hitches as his hand circles again, “if I knew we were doing this I would have prepared better,”
“I couldn’t care less,” Wooyoung says, “don’t worry about that,”
Your fingers close onto Yunho’s shirt, and he gets your eyes back on his with a soft sound, “Hey,” he murmurs, “relax, focus on me for a second,”
You nod.
“Can I feel?” He murmurs, his fingertips ghosting under the edge of your underwear, “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” Your throat feels dry, but arousal stays pooled in your gut.
His fingers slide under your panties, over your mound to the top of your cunt, slow massaging circles as he explores without ever dropping his hand lower to find more. He groans pleasantly as he touches you, eyes heavy with desire.
“Fuck,” he breathes, “you’re so soft,”
Your breath catches and you can feel your body starting to heat up and respond, sensation sparking through your every nerve ending. It’s strange how good it feels to be seen like this, and stranger still that the rising pleasure in your body doesn’t come with numbness, panic, or outright fear.
All you feel is want.
“I-it’s okay?” You check.
Yunho’s brow creases a little, his eyes flicking over your face, and you watch as he realizes what you’re unsure of, what you’re stumbling over. Your only context with sex was probably porn and college guys with very different expectations than two grown men.
His fingers smooth over the patch of soft hair on your vulva, neatly trimmed but present all the same. With a sigh, he grows a little bolder, cupping your cunt fully in his palm, his fingers resting over the seam of your folds, underwear straining over his knuckles.
Your breath comes quicker and you dry swallow.
“It’s not okay,” He murmurs, voice full of heat, “it’s good.”
You stop breathing entirely.
“Seriously,” Yunho says, “hair, no hair, we don’t care.”
“Not at all,” Wooyoung adds quietly, a little squeeze to your thighs.
“You’re letting us touch you,” Yunho’s hand slides up, returning to the top of your mound, fingertips ever so gently brushing along your lower lips, “whatever you think you know about sex, what men like, put it out of your mind.”
You gasp at his touch, hand fisting in the blankets at the unfamiliar jolt.
Breathless, you smile, “Porn’s unrealistic,” you manage, “isn’t that what you said?”
His gaze warms, “Mhm,” he notes, “and it’s your body, so you do whatever you want, but personally I like it,”
“Same,” Wooyoung nods, this time kissing your inner thigh.
“You d-don’t have to make me feel better,” You brush your hand over Wooyoung’s hair to get him to ease up a little and he smiles up at you, leaning into your touch.
Yunho grins, an amused expression on his face, “I’m not,” his fingers gently stroke the soft curls on your mound, sucking in a slow breath, “you’re a woman, I like that you look like one. I’d want you however, but I won’t lie to you about what I like or the things that get me hard.”
Stunned silent, all you can manage to do is nod, your hands falling slack at your sides as you surrender again to their touch.
They give you a second, just one, watching to see if that was the moment that pushed things too far, but when you don’t say anything Wooyoung nuzzles your inner thigh.
His hands smooth slowly up and down your legs, “Keep going?” He nips gently at the sensitive flesh there
Your breath is thready, and you nod.
“Words, baby,” Yunho prompts you gently.
“Y-yes,” You manage, “I’m okay,”
“Can we take these off?” Yunho asks, voice low and close, his thumb rubbing against the band of your underwear.
It’s your last layer, and you’re not afraid, but you feel everything. Every breath of air against your skin, every sliding touch, the way their hands press and hold, the heat of their lips. You can’t imagine what it will feel like for them to touch you there.
Yunho’s words echo in your mind - It’s not okay. It’s good.
You know he meant it.
“I’m ready,” You nod, your hands trembling at your sides.
They move as a pair again, Yunho slipping his hand under one side while Wooyoung reaches up to hook his thumb in the other. Slowly, they pull down your last layer, and Wooyoung drops them off the side of the bed to land somewhere near your pants.
“T-this too?” You reach for the clasp at the front of your bra.
Yunho sucks in a sharp breath, “Only if you want to,”
“I mean,” You unclip the connection and let the fabric part, “I’m already half naked,”
You push the bra off your arms and toss it aside.
“Jesus,” Yunho’s lips part, his eyes full of heat as he looks over you, “I can’t believe you’re ours tonight,”
You feel a kiss against your inner thigh, but your eyes are locked on Yunho, “Am I,” you swallow back the question, biting your tongue.
“You’re more than good,” He sighs, “you’re a fucking dream,”
You shudder a nervous exhale, smiling now, forehead pressed against his, “S-so are you,”
His lips turn up in a small smile, and he kisses your lips softly before easing you back down into the pillows.
A kiss to your thigh brings your eyes back down, and you feel your cheeks heat as you catch sight of Wooyoung. He’s resting between your open legs, lying on his stomach, one hand on your knee and the other gripping the sheets as if he’s doing his best not to touch you too fast.
His eyes are glued to your sex, an unabashed expression of need all over his face now, his teeth digging into his plush bottom lip.
“Woo,” You murmur.
He blinks fast, clearing his throat and looking up at you, expression smoothing, “Yeah, baby?”
“You’re staring,” You turn his words from earlier back around on him, giving him a soft smile.
Where Yunho and Wooyoung get bored and decide to play a little game with you.
Prequel to 'Backseat Heat' ❤️
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Part 1
The game is in full swing, the crowd roaring every time their team makes a play. You, Wooyoung and Yunho have slipped away to the upper deck where the seats are emptier and the lights dimmer to watch the game in peace…or so you thought.
You're sandwiched tightly between them on the narrow bench, your left thigh pressed against Yunho's long leg, your right against Wooyoung's. An oversized blanket covers all three of your laps. “For the evening chill,” Yunho had told you.
He leans back casually, red cap turned backwards, blond hair tousled and glowing softly under the stadium lights. You were weak for this version of him and he knew it.
His arm drapes along the back of the bench behind you, fingers lightly tracing circles on your shoulder, innocent enough that anyone glancing over would think he's just being affectionate.
Wooyoung, on your other side, has his white cap pulled low and black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, pretending to scroll through his phone while his free hand rests on your knee under the blanket.
It starts slow.
Yunho's fingers drift from your shoulder to the side of your neck, brushing lightly, then lower along your collarbone. "You look so pretty tonight," he murmurs, voice low and teasing. His blond fringe falls forward as he leans in closer, pretending to point something out on the field. Under the blanket, his other hand slides up your thigh, warm and heavy, squeezing gently.
Wooyoung chuckles softly on your right, mirroring the movement. His hand creeps higher up your inner thigh, fingertips dancing just under the hem of your shorts. Your breath catches and of course they notice immediately. They look at each other knowingly before Wooyoung leans in.
“Tell me baby,” Wooyoung whispers against your ear, voice low and teasing. “You’ve been squirming between us since we sat down… You want our hands on you right here, don’t you?”
You don’t answer - you can’t, not with people a few rows away - but your silence and the way your thighs press together say everything.
Heat floods your face as Wooyoung’s fingers brush teasingly against your clothed heat, confirming exactly what he suspected.
“Fuck, she's soaked.” He looks at Yunho who is grinning wickedly already. “Ok baby, let's play… but you have to be quiet, okay?”
Your heart races. You try to keep your face neutral, eyes fixed on the players below, but you can't help but gasp softly when Yunho’s long fingers slip under the blanket and between your legs from the left.
He doesn’t rush, tracing the seam of your shorts first, then pushing the fabric aside, gliding two thick fingers along your folds over your panties. The slow, teasing pressure makes your hips twitch.
“Shhh,” Yunho warns gently, his deep voice vibrating close to your ear. “Remember… not a sound. There are still people a few rows down.”
Wooyoung’s fingers join seconds later from the right. He tugs your panties to the side with practiced ease, and now both of them have access. Yunho focuses on your clit, slow deliberate circles with his fingertips, spreading your growing wetness.
Wooyoung teases your entrance, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back, then two, stretching you open lazily while the game cheers mask any tiny sounds.
You’re completely trapped between their bodies, Yunho’s tall frame on one side, solid and warm, his free hand now resting possessively on your other thigh to keep your legs parted; Wooyoung pressed tight on the right, his shoulder brushing yours, glasses slipping down as he concentrates on the way his fingers curl inside you.
Their rhythm builds gradually: Yunho rubbing tighter, faster circles on your swollen clit while Wooyoung pumps two fingers deeper, scissoring gently, finding that spot that makes your toes curl.
They work together like they share one filthy mind. Every time Yunho presses firmer on your clit, Wooyoung thrusts deeper and curls harder.
When your hips twitch, their free hands press firmly on your outer thighs under the blanket, holding you open and trapped between their warm, solid bodies. The roaring crowd and stadium lights make it dangerously easy… no one would ever guess what’s happening underneath.
Your breathing turns shallow. You bite your lip hard, gripping the edge of the bench. A soft whimper escapes before you can stop it.
Wooyoung’s hand stills for a second.
“Careful,” he whispers, voice dripping with amusement. “Someone’s gonna notice if you keep making those pretty noises.” But he doesn’t stop. He adds a third finger, stretching you fuller, thrusting slow and deep while Yunho’s fingers press firmer on your clit, rubbing in perfect sync.
Yunho leans in even closer, hair brushing your cheek, lips ghosting your temple. “You’re soaking our hands already. So good for us, staying quiet like this.” His fingers speed up just a little, the slick sounds thankfully hidden by the roaring crowd.
Wooyoung curls his fingers again and again against that sensitive spot, his thumb occasionally brushing Yunho’s on your clit, the dual stimulation driving you insane.
Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably. Sweat beads on your skin. Every muscle is tight as you fight to keep still… no moaning, no obvious moving, just the overwhelming feeling of both their skilled hands working you.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Yunho murmurs, voice husky. “I can feel you clenching around Woo’s fingers. Come for us, baby. Right here. Just don’t let them hear.”
The orgasm hits you like a wave.
You bury your face in Yunho’s red jersey, muffling your broken, shaking moan against his chest as your whole body convulses violently between them, thighs clamping around their hands as pleasure crashes through you.
They don’t stop. Yunho keeps those tight circles going through every pulse, Wooyoung curls his fingers deep and holds them there, milking every last tremor until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess.
Only when the aftershocks fade do they slowly withdraw their hands. Yunho casually brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while locking eyes with you, a wicked smirk on his lips.
Wooyoung adjusts your shorts and panties back into place with gentle fingers, then makes a peace sign toward the field like nothing happened, glasses still slightly fogged.
Yunho leans in, low voice full of promise against your hair. “Round two in the car baby. I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside you… stretch you wide open while Woo pins you against me. Gonna fuck you slow and hard until you’re shaking and creaming all over my cock.”
warnings: established relationship, bratty reader, mean yunho, porn with a liiiiittle plot, reader likes to poke at yunho, rough, semi-throat fucking, degrading praise… nicknames (baby, honey, doll, slut, sweetheart), clothed sex, doggy, slight overstimulation, slight aftercare
synopsis: yunho’s already stressed, but you wanna play around just a little bit more
a/n: can yall tell i love mean yunho or… i just wanted to write and post something short and quick before my next longer writing hehet also can u tell i dont know anything about valorant
yunho was already almost at his limit with you. for the last hour or so, you had been whining about him not paying you any attention—and how he should ‘marry the console’ if he loves it so much. his day today during practice was not the best, and it felt like it wasn’t even just him. wooyoung kept stepping on his foot during the exact same part of the choreography, each time seeming harder than the last. whenever one person was the slightest bit offbeat, hongjoong would yell for everyone to stop and start all over again. yeosang brought in everyone coffee, but wasnt watching where he was going and somehow bumped into san, spilling all of the coffees everywhere.
there just seemed to be nothing going right this entire practice. all yunho could think about was how much his feet hurt and how badly he wanted to play valorant with the company of his favorite person—you. he had the perfect night planned in his head after such a terrible day. he would come home and shower, washing off the stress from his day. and after playing a few rounds of his game, he would tend to you and fuck you senseless.
it seemed like he was finally going to be able to wind down after everything. once you arrived at home you quickly found yunho sitting in his gaming chair, headset on, and hands moving impossibly fast on his mouse and keyboard. you usually would be okay with him playing the game, why would today be any different?
you had the same routine as always when he had practices; come home, shower, and bask in each others company for the night. but today for some reason just seemed like you really wanted to get on yunhos nerves. he was trying his best not to get upset with you, figuring you also had a bad day. but every time you would complain about something new, his patience started to run thin.
yunho was already on his third round of valorant by the time you got out of the shower. you emerged from the shower in a small tank and a pair of underwear, a usual nightly outfit. when you walked into the bedroom and saw his silhouette swallowed by the light in front of him you let out a loud sigh. he acknowledged you with a small hum, way too focused on the screen in front of him. after a long day of not seeing him all you wanted was his attention.
“are you gonna be on that thing all day?” you inquired, the attitude in your tone terribly obvious. yunho takes in a deep breath, his hands still moving skillfully across his keyboard. “no.” he responded, letting out a grunt as he got a kill. it really didn’t even seem like he was paying that much attention to you, which only fueled your anger even more. the room goes silent for a beat, only sound bouncing off the walls being the ones coming from his monitor. “when are you gonna get off?”
“soon.” really? could he only reply with one word?
you let out another sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed before speaking again. “how long is soon?” you keep poking, trying to get more than a single word out of him. yunho takes in another deep breath from his nose, “i don’t know, maybe a couple more rounds.”
“you’ve been on since i got home.” you whine exaggeratedly. your eyes are trained on the back of his head, but you can see how his jaw flexes slightly. bingo. if you couldn’t convince him to get off the game with your complaining, you’d just get him off it by doing what you do best—being a brat. “it won’t be that much longer.” he finally replies. you notice how his voice gets lower, and that only eggs you on. you walk up closer to him, trying to distract him from the screen. “ugh come on-“ “baby please, it wont be long.” he says, cutting you off slightly.
you blink down at him in shock. how much more would it take to get him to turn off that damn game??? then, its almost as if your brain flicks on. an idea, not necessarily a good one, pops into your head.
you stand behind him watching the screen as he plays for a few moments. “is the game more important than me?” you ask, matter-of-factly. you notice how he freezes slightly, and then in a flash his character dies. he curses under his breath, removing his hands from the keyboard until he respawns. “what are you talking about?” he sounds more serious this time. you feel a small smirk form on your face. you’re getting under his skin, you can tell. he’s sitting up straighter than usual. yunho always likes to sit slouched back in his chair while playing—legs with those grey joggers on spread wide open. making it very obvious he was going commando. he looks focused, but not quite on the game. he looks like he’s trying to keep his composure. keep himself from snapping and taking his anger out on you.
little does he know thats exactly what you wanted. so you decided to keep going. trying to see how far you could go with him until he finally gave up and got pushed over the edge. “just say it-” you start letting your voice grow a tad bit louder to show how mad you were getting. “please don’t start this.” he cut you off again. your heart was beating and you could feel the heat rising in your belly. he was actually getting mad. no—this wasn’t just slightly upset yunho. he seemed about 3 seconds from fully grabbing you and having his way with you. his character continuously dying, flashed of red on his screen as he gets shot.
“i mean it’s painfully obvious, yunho.” he dies again. then he just sits there. he doesn’t press any more buttons. his hands just rest on the keyboard. you can practically feel your heart in your throat. the silence is deafening—but its thrilling all at the same time.
he pushes up from out of the chair and immediately turns to you. his hand swiftly reaches up grabbing you by your cheeks to tilt your head back. you gasp at the suddenness of it all as you scan his expression. his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek, granted he had been doing that the entire time before he stood up. but now you could see his eyes. the rawness in them. you had finally done it. you tipped him over and he couldn’t take it anymore and now he’s gonna make you regret it all. “what the fuck is up with you today?” his voice sounds rough, and it went straight to your core. you’re practically shaking in his grip with excitement as he speaks to you like this. you go silent for a beat, and he shakes your face a bit. “hello? gone dumb already on me?”
you take in a deep breath, “i just wanted your attention…” your voice is low now and your eyes are big. you’re playing dumb. he can tell. he knew you wanted to irritate him. “no no, don’t act all cute now.” he says sharply. “down. on the floor.” you freeze for a moment—not because you’re shocked—but because you want to get under his skin just a bit more… one last time.
he huffs a laugh out of his nose, “funny.” his hand moves from your face to grab onto your shoulder, pushing you down all the way to your knees. you had been so focused on his face these past couple of minutes, that you didn’t even notice how hard he had gotten already. he brings his free hand to his sweats, pulling them down, along with his boxers, just enough to free himself right in your face. his hand that rested atop of your shoulder slowly slid up to grip the hair at the back of your head. he reaches down and takes ahold of your wrist, bringing it in front of your own face. “spit.”
you quickly obliged, letting enough saliva gather in your mouth before letting it fall into the palm of your hand. your hand gently wrapped around his dick, and he was already hot and throbbing in your grip. it made your breath hitch and your thighs clench beneath you. “go on. do what you were made to do.” you kept your eyes on his face as you slowly began to stroke him. up and down, not hurried or rushed at all, wanting to watch every facial expression he made from the teasing. his breath began to get heavy, and his grip on your hair increased slightly. when you brought your hand back up to the tip, you squeezed gently, and a low moan erupted from the back of his throat. you watched as his eyebrows would pinch up more and more from the pleasure, more little curses spilling under his breath. he had let you do enough to where he was covered in your spit, his cock shining in the light that came from his monitor. you bring your hand back up to his tip and before you can even do anything he grabs your wrist again.
“enough, enough.” he uses the hand tangled in your hair to bring you closer to him, his dick barely even an inch away from your face. “open your mouth honey…” you kept those big eyes trained on his face, opening your mouth like a little puppy. he brings the tip to your lips, smearing spit all over them. “just a little more…” he says as he pushes further into your mouth, letting the warmth envelop his length. he pushed in until he can feel himself at the back of your throat, the hand in your hair keeping you there.
he stutters out a moan, like he was letting his restraint slip. but he wasn’t gonna let you control anything. each time he pulled out he’d barely give you a few seconds before he was pushing your head back down all the way. you felt so full, so overwhelmed. you were blinking away tears that formed with each gag around his cock. “there you go doll, take that dick like you were made for it.” he repeated the same motions over and over, bobbing your head up and down on him until he couldn’t take your throat squeezing him anymore. he pulled you off, lifting your head up towards him. you were already a mess. your spit running down your face, a string connecting you both as he pulled you away.
“you just couldn’t fucking wait, could you?” the words sent a shiver down your spine. of course you couldn’t, but you wouldn’t admit that to him. the hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair came up to your chin, wiping all the saliva from your face, then slowly entered it into your mouth. “clean up your mess… since you wanted to be a greedy slut i’ll treat you like one.” you felt yourself moan around the digit, making sure to lick up the entirety of it. once he was sure you were done he removed his thumb from your mouth, tracing it down your lips and chin.
yunhos grip on your hair loosened and whispered, “you gonna be good for me now?” you nodded up at him, tears still in your eyes. he nodded towards the bed without a word and you knew exactly what that meant. you scrambled to your feet and by the time you made it to the bed and turned around he was already on you. his hands grabbed at your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach in one swift movement. one hand moved, pulling you up by the hip to arch perfectly for him. he let his hands roam across your body. your skin started to feel hot, and you could feel yourself soaking through your panties. a small whine slipped and you let your head fall onto the pillows in front of you. “aw, is someone getting impatient?” he mocks, bringing a hand to your core. he ran a finger through your folds, the fabric bringing more stimulation but still not enough. you whine again, reaching behind you for something, anything. all yunho did was huff out a laugh, grabbing your wrist and pinning your hand behind your back.
his hand continued with its teasing, getting you wet enough until he saw a patch start to seep through. yunho didn’t even bother removing your panties. he only moved them over to the side, noticing how they stuck to you for a bit.
you felt the heat of him as he pressed his tip against you and you started to writhe underneath him. “stay still—you’re gonna take what i give you.” he whispered as he started to push into you. with how wet you both were he could easily slide in, not stopping until he felt you clench around him when he hit that spot. you moan simultaneously, and he barely gave you any time to recover before he began moving. he kept your hand behind your back, pushing it down even more to get you to arch further, ripping a loud moan from your throat.
yunho immediately set a brutal pace, the sounds of your moans and whimpers echoed around the walls. “y-yun.. please!” you could already barely speak properly with him hitting your g-spot over and over without fail. the feeling of his hand around your wrist pinning you down and the other on your waist is making your head spin. he lets out a low groan when you clench around him again, slowing down his thrusts and pushing himself all the way in until he noticed your legs slightly shaking. he leaned down further until his chest was almost pressing against your back and brought his mouth to your ear, “baby you’re already shaking? i thought you could take it…” he teases with a tsk. he emphasized his sentence with a deep thrust, practically punching the breath from your lungs. he repeated the same motion, slowly pulling out before pushing back in hard and forcing moans out of you.
“maybe if you weren’t so fucking greedy and waited i could’ve taken care of you doll…” he whispers to you. everything he was doing to you was filling your senses and you felt yourself getting overwhelmed with it all. each breath you took was filled with his scent, you could still taste him on your tongue, his hands felt like fire burning over your body. but you still wanted it all. you hadn’t even realized your mouth was open this entire time until you felt the side of your face getting wet. you were drooling all on the pillow. it was almost as if he was reading your mind when he started talking again. “god, am i fucking you dumb already?” you don’t even know why but apologies quickly started spilling from you, mixed with loud moans and sobs.
“m’sorry, i swear! wasn’t trying to be greedy-“ he quickly shut you up with another hard thrust, lifting back up so he could resume his pace. “no… you’re not sorry. you wanted this, didn’t you?”
the sounds coming from you were borderline pornographic. you felt your legs began to shake again and before you knew it you were coming. hard. the feeling of you clamping down on him made yunho moan too. once you finally felt yourself coming down you barely had any time to recover before he started fucking your again.
“no fucking manners either, you couldn’t say please?” he growled, looking down between the two of you, watching your pussy as he slid in and out with ease. your moans faded to low, high-pitched whines. “i didn’t- mean to…” you pant out. he laughs at you before removing his hand from your wrist, only to put it on the back of your neck. he used it to keep you pinned down right where he wanted as he pounded into you from behind. the room was filled with the harmonies of your noises and the nasty squelch of your spit and cum. you opened your mouth to speak again but you just couldn’t. every time he saw you try to speak again he’d cut you off with a rough thrust that would knock the wind out of your lungs.
yunho hasn’t slowed down yet, and you could already feel the familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach growing again. “y-yu… im close…” you whimper into the pillow, trying you best to be as coherent as possible. you felt so full in the best way humanly possible, but with your impending orgasm not even minutes after your first is making you sensitive. “cant- fuck i’m so close!”
he laughs at you again, slowing down his thrusts but only getting even rougher with them. “say please…” he mutters as his grip on the side of your neck gets slightly tighter, making your brain go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen. you moan loudly, opening your mouth to speak but you just can’t. the hand on the back of your neck quickly moves, reaching to grab your face, only forcing you to turn your head and look back at him. “say it.” he took his bottom lip onto his mouth, biting so hard he almost drew blood. the way he was handling you only made you moan louder—the contrast of this yunho and your usual sweet boyfriend was making your head spin.
“please yun! please… can’t take it-“ he cuts you off immediately, “say you’re sorry.” your legs were shaking again from the overstimulation. he really was trying to fuck you dumb. yunho swiftly moves his hand from your face to your throat, impossibly increasing his speed as he hit your g-spot with every movement.
you feel tears forming, only this time they actually started to fall. you looked a fucking mess—face wet and lip swollen from unconsciously biting it. yunho looked like he could keep going as long as he so pleased, eyes intense and focused as he watched every expression on your face. he was sweating and his hair was sticking to his forehead, the view in front of you only causing you to clench down even harder on him. “m’sorry i promise… so sorry- only wanted your attention.” he let out a sound of fake sympathy while letting his free hand reach between you both, skillfully rubbing his middle finger against your clit. your body would twitch with each touch, it felt like an electric shock each time.
your eyes rolled back as your body started to lock up. you shut your eyes tight as you felt the coil in your belly finally snap as your orgasm washed over you. flashes of white were the only thing you could see and yunhos moans were the only things you could hear. “fuccckk baby, there’s my good girl…” he thrusted again once. twice. then stilled as he emptied himself inside of you.
you could feel him shaking too, the both of you panting and whining as the sensitivity took over. yunho slowly pulled out and you whimpered at the loss. when he let go of your face you had realized your entire body was weak and limp, and you instantly fell forward onto the pillows. you felt the warm sensation of his lips against the cool sweat on your shoulders. “good job honey… did so good…” you could only hum in response, too tired to do anything. you were both breathing heavily, and his hands roamed across your body, gently squeezing anywhere he could. he quickly noticed when your breathing got shallow, but he didn’t want you to fall asleep yet.
“no no, sweetheart… not yet.” he says softly, flipping you on to your back and lifting you by the arms. you let out a whine in protest, keeping yourself limp to make it harder for him to lift you, which really didn’t work. “gotta take another quick shower before before bed, okay?”
“mm okay.”
“next time, it’ll take way more than just an ‘i’m sorry.’”
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