Slowly, I'm Going Down

slowly, i'm going down

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

or

mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

taglist: @byuntrash101 @goquokka @ashwoodforest @choisansnotsolegalwife

Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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Ateez as Camboys

pairing: camboy!teez x live stream

word count: 5.5k (in dot point form)

tags: pure filth, idol!ateez as camboys, think of it as POP+

NOTE: this is probably the kinkiest shit I've ever written (yet...) so please take my disclaimer that this is all fiction. I have also gotten permission from @hwasdollie to link their ateez nsfw audios in this post. hot tip! you can pop the audio's out of the screen as a little widget to be able to listen to them at the same time as reading xx

MINORS DNI !! nsfw & warnings below the cut

warnings: camboy, cum shot, dirty talk, dress up, JOI, male masturbation, mentions of spit, mentions of watching porn, overstimulation, use of toys and a sex machine

To set the scene for you: Ateez have just finished their individual lives and take some time to prepare for their livestream on POP+ to interact with a different, more exclusive type of audience...

Hongjoong 🎧

once his POP+ live starts, you can find hongjoong laying on his side on top of the bed with his camera setup on the nightstand

fully clothed in the same plain shirt and jeans that he was wearing a mere ten minutes ago

“hello! did anyone join my other live today?”

he likes to chat casually with the viewers first to set the mood, answer a few questions about his day and about his past POP+ lives

“ah I see that the pov angles are quite popular, I’ll make sure to do some more of those”

turning to lay on his back while still looking at the camera, hongjoong takes off his pants and starts to touch himself lazily, his bottom half out of view of the livestream

“why can’t we see you? what do you mean, I’m right here” he teases with a smile before biting his lip to suppress a small moan

his small hand caressing his dry cock slowly as he reads the chat, finding these moments are his favourite to wind down from a busy day

“did you end up buying that butt plug you were talking about last week? oh yes! I did buy it. I haven’t taken it out of the box yet but I’ll use it in my next live just for you”

“joongie can you take off your shirt? of course” he says before sitting up and removing it, the tip of his cock coming into view as he does

he then reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube, squeezing a drop into his hand

“would you ever invite one of the other members to join your live? I haven’t thought about it too much but I’d be open to ask”

“who would you want to invite?” laying back down, hongjoong coats his cock in the lube and hums out a moan at the sensation before answering the question

“I don’t know if everyone would be comfortable, but maybe mingi or seonghwa” his chest starts to rise and fall a little more obviously as he strokes himself

"what songs are on your playlist at the moment? I've been listening to a lot of..." he trails off as his eyes flutter close and he swallows his words

"sorry everyone, I think I'm getting a bit distracted" he manages a small chuckle before he bites down on his bottom lip

"oh fuck…"

hongjoong speeds up, completely forgetting about the camera capturing his every move

his free hand gripping the bed sheets beneath him as he struggles to stay still

"ah shit, yeah, yeah..."

he rolls his hips in time with each long stroke as his hand trails up his chest and lands over his mouth in time to suppress a loud moan

he looks back over to the chat and his eyes land on one message that sends him over the edge

"cum for us, darling"

hongjoong tenses and pushes his head back into his pillow as he shoots out over himself, the palm of his hand collecting all his sweet moans as his eyes roll back

after catching his breath, he carefully sits up and grabs a fresh towel from the nightstand, wiping himself clean

"joongie, thank you for giving us such a great cum shot" he laughs after reading out the comment before laying on his side again, resting his head in his hand

"thank you for joining me" he smiles before chatting with the viewers for a few more minutes and ending the live

Seonghwa 🎧

when seonghwa starts his live, he's off camera at first with just his bed in frame

shuffling can be heard to the side before he comes into view wearing a maid outfit complete with a black collar with a single ring on the front and cat ears

"hi" his voice is soft and sweet as he sits on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap

"you look so pretty, hwa. thank you so much. do you like my makeup today?" he leans forward to show the camera the extra eyeshadow and glitter he applied after ending his regular POP live

"what toy are you going to use tonight? let me show you" he reaches behind the camera and pulls out a sparkly dildo, his long fingers grazing it lazily

"I've been wanting to use this for a week but haven't had enough time or energy until now, so I hope you'll enjoy"

seonghwa grabs a bottle of lube before shuffling further back onto the bed, propping his legs up on either side as his back hits the wall

the skirt of his maid outfit covers his crotch as he applies some lube to the dildo, holding the base with one hand as he strokes it with the other

"how far do we think I can get this in tonight?" he holds his fingers up against the dildo in measurement, watching the chat as he expands the distance between his fingertips until he's measuring half of the toy

pulling up his skirt, he reveals his fully hard cock already leaking against his stomach

"I've been thinking about this all day" he softly palms himself as he brings the tip of the dildo to his hole, gasping from how cold it is

squinting his eyes to read the chat from afar, he gently squeezes his cock when he reads one comment in particular

"seonghwa, will you please beg for us while you fuck yourself?"

"anything for you" he responds before pushing the tip of the dildo in, sucking in a breath then exhaling a moan

"oh my god..."

he pulses the dildo slowly with just the tip, getting used to the feeling of being so stretched out as his other hand swipes over the head of his own cock

"it feels... so good"

seonghwa's eyebrows knit together and the back of his head presses into the wall behind him as he pushes the dildo in a little further, testing how much he can take

spitting into his hand to lubricate his cock, seonghwa pumps himself as he gets the dildo a quarter of the way into his hole

"please, please I need it deeper"

he shuffles onto his back instead, his cock and hole in full view of the camera, though hiding his face

a loud moan leaves him when he finally gets the dildo halfway in at a better angle

"oh- fuck!"

sliding the slick dildo in and out of his hole, whimpers begin to fill the room

"please... please fuck me harder..."

managing to get the toy just past halfway, he speeds up with both hands

"fuck, fuck!"

his deep inhales and the sounds of his own moans tip him over the edge and he cries out as he cums all over his maid outfit, holding the dildo in place as he stills

after a minute or so of catching his breath, he slowly removes the dildo and gasps at the sensation, spreading his hole for the camera

"that felt so good..."

seonghwa shuffles himself to sit on the edge of the bed again, chest still rising and falling with his cheeks bright red, reading the comments from the chat

"that was so hot. thank you" he chuckles shyly

"aren't you worried about the others hearing you? no I'm not worried, if anything wooyoung is the loudest"

after spending a few more minutes talking, seonghwa waves goodbye to the camera and ends his live

Yunho 🎧

adjusting the camera directly above his bed, yunho starts his live laying down, beautiful-agony style

“hello everyone” he smiles, holding his phone in view of the screen to read the chat as people slowly start to join

“new angle today, yunho? yes, I’ve been trying out different things and I think this is the most comfortable one” he says while folding an arm behind his head casually to read through the comments

“be careful not to fall asleep. ha ha, I’ll try. I’ve been quite busy so I’m a little tired to be honest” he looks from his phone directly at the camera for a moment

“but I’ve also been pretty horny all day too, so…”

yunho places his phone beside him to remove his shirt, revealing his collarbones and his chest just above his nipples

he then reaches for his phone again with one hand while the other travels south

"what's made you so horny today?" he chuckles after reading the question, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth slightly

"I've been thinking about you all day, that's why" he winks at the camera before closing his eyes for a second, obviously having begun to touch himself

yunho clears his throat as he looks back at the chat on his phone

"did you eat well today?" he stops again and looks up to the camera, a smirk on his face

"aren't these the type of questions you're supposed to ask me in the public lives?"

yunho puts his phone back down and narrows his sight at the camera as his hand rolls over his hard cock out of view

"what happened to asking me how it feels to touch myself?"

his face contorts slightly and he hisses, eyes closing for a second before focusing back on the viewers through the live

"don't you want to know about all the different ways I like to get myself off?"

yunho's breath speeds up as his mouth falls open slightly, eyebrows knitting together

"in the shower..."

he swipes his thumb over the head of his cock to spread the pre-cum gathered there

"at my desk in the dorms when I'm bored..."

he bites his lip again, trying his best to suppress voicing the pleasure shooting through him

"sometimes in the practice room when no one else is around..."

he brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into it, using it as lubrication

"ohhh yeah, just like that..."

he loses himself to pleasure, his eyes rolling back when he finds the right pace

twisting and pumping over his cock fast enough for the viewers to hear it

"I bet you want me to fuck you in the practice room, don't you?" he says in between a low moan

"thinking about how someone could walk in at any moment and catch us"

yunho groans and rolls his hips, his free hand slowly travelling up and landing on his neck to choke himself lightly

"I bet you want someone to catch us, huh? but who? maybe jongho? maybe san- ahhh"

cutting himself short, yunho's mouth falls open as he ruts his hips upwards

climbing higher and higher until he moans out deeply

shooting out all over his stomach with some of it reaching his chest in view of the live

he takes several seconds to gather himself before his clean hand finds his phone to the side

"you're so hot, yunho. ha ha, thank you so much" he grins, his cheeks flushed

"will you please show us your dick? I bet it's so pretty"

a smirk slips through as he bites down on his tongue poking slightly out to the side teasingly

"maybe next time" he says before ending the live

Yeosang 🎧

yeosang has always begun his POP+ lives with audio-only, and that's how he begins the livestream tonight

"hello" he greets in low-toned voice

"yeosangie, why can't we see you still? I'm sorry, I just feel more comfortable like this and I'm a little bit tired after today"

"yeosang can do whatever he wants. please don't fight on the livestream" he tries to dissolve the bickering in the chat as he lays in his bed, content in his own comfort

"I hope it's okay that I keep the camera off for now" he says, watching the number of viewers climbs

"we love your voice yeosang" he smiles at the comment before setting his phone down on the pillow beside his head

inhaling a deep breath and letting it out slow, yeosang closes his eyes, threatening to lull him to sleep, as he trails a hand down under the bed covers and under the waistband of his sweats

a small gasp leaves him as he palms over his boxers, feeling himself slowly hardening from the gentle touches

he was the last member to join POP+, finding himself a bit hesitant to produce the type of content it was designed for

not out of shame, but rather the feeling that he wasn't confident many people would be interested in joining his livestreams

when in reality, he discovered quite the opposite

since yeosang gravitated more towards audio-only lives, he found it reached a wider audience

mainly people who weren’t able to watch the actual live for whatever reason and would prefer to just listen in without fear of missing anything

it also creates more opportunity for imagination in an asmr-style livestream

humming deeply at the sensation of feeling his cock grow hard from his own touch, yeosang ventures further and dips his fingers beneath his boxers to graze his tip

he gasps out again, feeling as if it's just him alone in his room, enjoying how he makes himself feel

except he has an audience of a few thousand people listening in, and the thought of it only turns him on even more

"ohhh..." he trails off as he feels his cock twitch beneath his fingers, grazing along painfully slow

he quickly takes his hand out of his pants and decides to pull them down, taking the bed covers with him, the cold air hitting his cock

after licking his palm until it's almost dripping, yeosang brings it down to lubricate himself from tip to base, eliciting a deep long moan from him

looking to his left, he sees the number of viewers that have now joined and the chat moving faster than he can read, though he catches one in particular

"pov angle?"

picking up his phone with his free hand, yeosang scans the features on the live before finding the camera option

he turns it on, only to be surprised with his own face to which he quickly flips to show his cock in the dimly lit room instead

"whoops" he chuckles softly

he scans the chat as he lazily touches himself, unconsciously breathing shallowly as to not be loud

"we can't hear you yeosangie, is your audio working?" he reads before exhaling

"yes, it's working. sorry I'm a little bit shy"

the chat immediately floods with comments about how the viewers love his voice and how hot it is, which go directly to his blushing cheeks and aching cock simultaneously

yeosang speeds up his movements and hums from the pleasure, knowing that because he's so tired he won't last very long

twisting his wrist as he strokes at a faster pace, a little wary of the sounds filling his room

his moans quickly pick up in volume as the pressure inside him builds, having trouble remembering to point the camera at his cock to give the livestream the best view

but as he cums, the pleasure washes over him so intensely that his phone falls from his hand onto the bed, gripping the sheets instead as he spills onto his stomach

yeosang almost falls asleep after he closes his eyes to catch his breath, quickly sitting himself up to reach for the tissue box on his nightstand to clean himself up

then he remembers the livestream he was on, reaching for his phone to apologise to the viewers

"sorry my phone slipped out of my hand..." he trails off after realising the live had ended a good minute and a half ago, and the realisation sets in that he must've accidentally stopped streaming

he stares at the blank screen for several moments before sighing and getting up from his bed, heading into the bathroom to wash up for the night

San 🎧

san sits on the edge of his bed, dressed in just a pair of plain boxers when he begins his POP+ live

“hi, I hope everyone is doing well” he smiles, reading the chat as comment after comment appears on his screen

“hi sannie! what do you plan on doing for us tonight? I actually wanted to try something different since I’ve heard it’s quite popular”

picking up a pillow from his bed, san lays it over his lap and pats it

“should I just get straight into it, then?”

kneeling on the bed and positioning the pillow under his hips, san rests his weight on his forearms in front of him as he starts to hump into it

“fuck…” he breathes out, his head dropping as he finds a good pace

the feeling of his aching cock rutting into the soft material sends shivers through his whole body

soft moans leaving him as his mouth falls open at the pleasure

“feels… so good…”

san’s moans are quiet and breathy but frequent

every time he humps into the pillow feeling just as incredible as the last

he looks over to the camera on his nightstand, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and swallowing a groan as he speeds up

eventually pushing himself up on his hands and bending one knee to fuck into the pillow harder

“shit…” a long moan extends from deep within as his breathing speeds up, his head falling back a little to chase his high

but with each roll, it still wasn’t enough

he was so close to his orgasm but it was just out of reach

“need… more…” san clenches his jaw before another moan slips out of him, attempting to fuck the pillow harder but to no avail

getting more frustrated by the second, he lets out a grunt and sits himself up, tossing the pillow to the floor before climbing over to his nightstand

pulling out the drawer and taking a bottle of lube and fleshlight with him

after removing his boxers, he sits back on his calves with his cock hard and leaking profusely

squirting a drop of lube onto himself before lining the fleshlight up

“oh fuck!” he cries out once he slides it over his tip, swirling the toy around before pushing it down to engulf his entire length

the pleasure is immediate as soon as he grasps how tight it feels around him

his moans increasing as he ruts his hips upwards to meet the toy

eyes rolling back as his head tilts to the side

holding himself up with one hand behind him to stabilise his weight

“yes, yes…” he fucks into it harder

his breath heavy and laced with a strong desire to reach his high

having been so pent up during the day and feeling frustrated that he didn’t have any time alone to jerk off quickly to relieve himself

“that’s it… oh- fuck!” san’s mouth falls open and he struggles to hold himself up as he fucks the toy so hard his thighs ache

and finally he’s granted his sweet release as he cums into the fleshlight

some of it leaking out and dripping over his cock as beads of sweat form on his forehead

then he eventually slows down and falls onto his side from exhaustion

san doesn’t know how long he’d been laying there before he sits up and shuts off the live with a quick goodbye to the viewers

lazily wiping himself dry and leaving cleaning the toy for the morning

his cock sensitive against the bed covers as he scrolls the other members' POP+ lives, still humping into the mattress half-asleep

Mingi 🎧

mingi can be found adjusting the camera even after starting his livestream, having the most impressible setup at his desk with two monitors in front of him and ambient lighting in the background

one of his screens showing him the POP+ live chat

and the other giving him a preview of what he's actually streaming

"hey" he says casually after putting on his headphones, picking up a remote to change the colours of the lights behind him from white to purple

"hi mingi! just your usual setup today? yeah I think I've finally figured out what I like so I'm probably gonna stick to this"

"what are you gonna watch today?"

he scans the website in front of him, scrolling through a few videos on the first page of the search he entered in

"nothing too crazy today, I'm pretty worked up already so I'll probably have it as more background audio" he smiles, clicking on a video and adjusting the volume levels before sitting back in his chair

"how has everyone's day been?" he asks, eyes flicking between the video playing and the chat

"oh have the other members done their lives already?"

"hongjoong mentioned me?"

the moans from the video quickly distract mingi and he leans closer to his screen to get a better look

"how do they do that?" he squints his eyes, a hand reaching down to the growing bulge in his sweatpants

"maybe we should try it out sometime?" he reads from the chat, making him chuckle as he leans back in his chair again and dips a hand under his sweatpants

"shit..." he breathes out when he palms himself over his boxers, eyes glued to the screen

his thumb grazing over his clothed tip which makes him bite down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan

mingi's eyes wander back to the chat as he tries to stabilise his breathing

"can we see that pretty cock of yours, please?"

he smirks and tugs down his sweatpants along with his boxers

"only because you asked so nicely"

tossing his clothes to the side, mingi spreads his legs a little wider and grips his length, breathing out a groan at the contact

"fuck, I'm so worked up today" he laughs softly, interrupted by a moan as he strokes himself

eventually reaching for the bottle of lube on his desk as he focuses back on the video playing in front of him

"oh my god..." he inhales deeply, his head falling to hit the back of the chair as his hand slides over his cock

squeezing gently every time he reaches the tip

"you look so good, mingi. thank you" he says in between his breathy moans

mouth open in pleasure as he fucks into his hand

matching the pace of the people in the video

their loud moans encouraging him to be more vocal, even if someone outside his room happened to hear him

"fuck, that feels so good" he grips the side of his chair as he rolls his hips upwards

knowing he was so close but wanting to hold out just a little longer

having practiced edging for the past few lives and getting better each time he did

the feeling of tiptoeing at the edge but not allowing himself to fall into it just yet being his new favourite past-time activity

and the fact that he loved when his viewers were the ones to tell him when he could cum

looking back at the chat, mingi bites his lip again as he searches for any mention of finishing

"please..." he trails off, finding it hard to hold off any longer

and then finally his eyes land on one comment

"cum for us, baby"

"okay... okay, yeah... f-fuck!" loud moans leave his mouth as he throws his head back and shoots his load all over his stomach

riding out his orgasm at the same time that the people in the video that was playing did as well

he takes a little bit of time to catch his breath before he blinks his eyes open, realising he had squeezed them shut

"shit... that was a strong one" he laughs as he leans forward for the tissue box to clean himself up, also stopping the video from auto-playing something else

mingi looks back at the chat, his eyes widening as he recognises the feature dancing at the top of his screen

"oh wow! thanks for the new subs, everyone. that's awesome!" he grins, back scrolling through the chat a little bit to catch up

"only the best for our mingki" he reads the comment softly, holding a hand on his heart and smiling sweetly

deciding to spend the next ten or so minutes casually chatting before ending the live and getting ready for a good night's sleep

Wooyoung 🎧

when wooyoung starts his livestream for POP+, he’s already fully naked and setting up something special for what he has planned for the night

"hi!" he waves at the camera on his desk, giving a full view of his bed with something at the end of it that wasn't quite clear

"what's that, wooyoung???" he reads the comment aloud

"surprise!" he grins, pulling it into view, revealing the sex machine with a dildo attached to the end of it

"I ordered it two weeks ago but it only just arrived yesterday. I hope it works..." he trails off as he starts it up, the dildo pulsing at the fastest setting making wooyoung yelp and quickly turn it off

"fuck, maybe not that fast..." he chuckles awkwardly before moving back over to his desk and sitting down for a few minutes to chat with the viewers

"seonghwa just finished his POP+ live and said you're the loudest member"

wooyoung's eyes widen and he blinks as he processes the comment

"nooo, I'm not, am I? yeosang can actually be louder than me sometimes if he thinks he's alone"

"have you ever touched yourself in public before? never in actual public, but semi-public yes. like in the bathroom during practice if I can't wait until I get home"

"wooyoungie, why do you cry sometimes when you cum? hey I don't cry! and if I did, maybe it's just because it feels so good and that's how my body reacts"

a few minutes later, he eventually stands up to get started, lubricating the dildo on the sex machine but leaving it turned off for now

sitting on his calves with his back to the machine, wooyoung pumps his cock a few times to get himself fully hard before moving onto his hands and knees

taking a bit of lube from the dildo to prep his hole with a finger first

"mmm" he hums out at the feeling of stretching himself out, taking his time and making sure he was comfortable before turning on the machine at it's lowest setting

wooyoung lines himself up with the dildo as the tip gently presses against his hole but doesn't quite go in

"okay..." he takes in a breath, stabilising himself before leaning back a little bit to meet the dildo halfway, the tip of it entering him

"f-fuck!" he cries out at the pressure, balling his fists as he drops his head low, the dildo pulling out slowly before going in again

"s-should I go deeper?" he asks the chat, looking over to the camera, watching as the comments race across his screen

the encouragement makes his cock twitch as he slowly leans back again, taking in a little more of the dildo as it meets him again

"oh my god-" a whimper leaves him as he squeezes his eyes shut, rocking back and forth slowly to adjust to the size as he takes more and more in with each slow thrust

"f-feels... so good..."

after finding a good pace and feeling like he could handle more, wooyoung turns around and dials up the speed before resuming his position

a loud whine leaving him as he now took in half the length

"yeah, yeah..." he continues his motions back and forth as one of his hands reach down to his cock

pumping it in time with the dildo fucking him

loud whimpers filling the room as he clenches the bed sheets

"please, please..." he scrunches his eyes shut as he feels himself tearing up at the intense pleasure

biting down on his bottom lip hard to try and contain his moans

but failing miserably as it feels too good to stay quiet

whining incessantly as he takes in tear-filled, shaky, breaths

feeling his orgasm creeping up on him quickly

"fuck! fuck!" he yells out, fucking back into the dildo as he cums

shooting out all over his bed as his register raises in pitch and he takes in oxygen too quickly

riding out the overstimulation before exhaustion overtakes him and he almost falls forward

but he catches himself with both hands in front of him as he tries to stabilise his breathing

wooyoung takes a few moments to himself to recover before wiping his eyes and sliding off the bed

turning off the machine and pulling on a t-shirt to cover himself

"that was amazing, wooyoung" he reads from the chat, opting to hover over the desk instead of sitting down in his chair

he sniffles before exhaling, letting out a soft chuckle

"thank you, it felt amazing"

"you should try more positions with it next time. that's a good idea. I will, thank you"

he responds to another comment or two before landing on one that catches him by surprise

"are you okay?"

his face beats bright red as he recognises san's username and he waves dismissively at the camera

"ah- yes! san I'm okay. thanks"

wooyoung quickly ends the live after that

Jongho 🎧

fixing up the camera angle after he begins the livestream, jongho takes a seat in the lounge chair he has setup in front of his window with the shades drawn

fully clothed in a plain shirt and black skinny jeans

"hi, it's jongho" he waves to the camera as he reads the chat

"what do you have planned for tonight? I'm glad you asked, it's something very special" he says, swiping his lip before leaning forward with his fingers interlocked in his lap

"jongho let me ride your thighs, please. only because you asked nicely, darling" his smile is endearing with a hint of cheekiness in his eyes

"are you going to take your clothes off? I'll do what I want to do, hm?" he raises an eyebrow, reminding the viewers who's livestream it is

"if you're able to, I want you to find a comfortable and quiet place where you're alone" jongho says as he leans back in the lounge chair, crossing a leg over to rest his calve atop his thigh

"tonight is all about you"

finding his belt, he undoes the buckle and pulls it out of his belt loops, letting it clatter to the floor to make himself more comfortable

"I want you to undress yourself, slowly, take your time" he rests an arm on the side of his chair and grazes his fingers over his chin with the other hand

"leave your clothes on the floor or wherever you like, you won't be needing them for the rest of the night"

his cock in his pants grows hard at his own words, but he ignores the sensation

"close your eyes and let your hands wander. focus on the feeling of your fingers grazing along your skin. how you shiver when you touch certain areas of yourself"

jongho's eyes scan over the chat and he smirks to himself

"now touch lower, slowly at first, take your time, we're in no rush tonight"

images of how good it would feel to be touching himself too right now flash across his mind but he shakes them off, becoming aware of how tight his jeans are

"explore yourself, be intentional with what you do, don't focus on anything else right now but your own pleasure"

images of the other members in their own individual POP+ lives also flash across his mind and he swallows

"if you have lube, use that. but I bet you're already wet or hard enough to feel good without it" his eyes grow hungry and he smiles at the response in the chat after saying that

"you have the control to make yourself feel all the pleasure you deserve. touch yourself faster, deeper, harder. let nothing else enter your mind but this moment in time"

uncrossing his legs and squirming in his seat slightly, jongho leans forward on his thighs again and tilts his head at the camera

"I bet you feel so good right now, don't you? I bet you wish it was me touching that pretty little body of yours instead, hm?"

he leans back and pats his thigh

"I bet you wish you could sit right here and grind on me, ride me, get yourself off like the slut that you are"

bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth, jongho smirks again at the thought of someone riding him, using his body to get themselves off

"don't be shy, darlings. cum whenever you need to. you have my permission" he taps the armchair as he gives it several moments, eyes scanning the chat

"that was amazing, jongho. thank you! no, thank you" he nods

"are you going to touch yourself too now?" he reads out, the cheekiness in his eyes returning as he leans forward to the camera

"who said you deserve to see that yet?" he says, tilting his head before ending the live

Part 2 with member x member collabs...?

congratulations on reaching 12k!!! 🥳🎉

for the event, may i request "i'm going to ruin you" and "you look good with my hands around your throat" with yunho? thank you and congrats again!

“you look good with my hands around your throat, don’t you think?”

it’s a rhetorical question. you can’t answer yunho when he has said hands around your throat because he’s choking you so hard you feel like you might pass out.

he’s choking you safely, of course, but still in a way that makes you feel lightheaded in the best sense of the word.

yunho steps behind you, hands shifting but remaining on your neck, and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror.

you look absolutely wrecked already. makeup smudged under your eyes and across your lips. you look like you’ve been fucked stupid but you’re still fully clothed, which might be the most humiliating aspect of it all.

“tell me, pretty girl,” he murmurs as he crouches down to your level. “who do you belong to?”

“y-you,” you choke out.

he squeezes tighter, making you moan. “that’s right. so are you done being a brat?”

“yes.”

“promise?”

you nod, hanging your head. “i promise.”

yunho stands back up to his full height and crosses his arms over his chest. he seems satisfied with your answer but grins maliciously like he knows something you don’t.

“good, but even so, i’m going to ruin you.”

12k celebration

the drill

reader x switch!yunho ft. wooyoung and mingi smut | mdni 6.8k yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

nsfw tags under the cut

alcohol consumption, ons to lovers (?), yunho's kind of a loser but so are you, mingi is a fuck boy, woo is the annoyingly clairvoyant friend <3, switch dom leaning!yunho, pushing the monster cock!yunho agenda (consider this fic a peer reviewed academic study), no but seriously he's H.U.G.E., size training, oral (m & f), very difficult blowjob (because duhh), choking on cock (duh x2), a dash of spit kink, fingering, pet names (baby, good girl), praising, protected sex (good job kids), bulge kink, slight edging, slight begging (not my fic without it lol), slight cumplay

a/n: i had a blasttt writing this im pretty happy with this i hope you will enjoy reading it too. thank you @cybrsan for beta reading this. you are so kind and i learned a lot <3

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Yunho didn't even know why he stood here. He didn't know how he let Wooyoung and Mingi drag him to yet an other party. To this packed night club while he originally invited them over to play league of legends, maybe drink a couple of beers and chill. Cause that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to spend a quiet night in, hearing Mingi complain about how he didn't want to play healer anymore and having Wooyoung shatter his eardrums with that infuriating hyena laugh of his.

And that? That was the exact complete opposite of it.

There was nothing quiet and chill about this night. Only one thing was still on the order of business. His ear drums were being damaged beyond repair, not by the high pitched laugh but by the loud and bass boosted blaring noise music. He could already feel the headache coming in.

Yunho brought the lukewarm and flat beer to his lips. He finished the drink with a grimace before setting it on the edge of the bar, his eyes scanning the amalgamation of sweaty bodies grinding and pressing against each other.

"Why the long face?" Wooyoung asked as he slipped to his tall friend's side.

Yunho sighed and chose to answer the question with another one.

"Why did you bring me here again?" He asked, round eyes turning sharp as he peered at the younger man.

"Oh I don't know," Wooyoung started sarcastically. "Maybe to drag you out of your cave for once?" He replied in disbelief, he should be grateful he’s being such a good friend to him!

Yunho only rolled his eyes and grunted in annoyance at his response. Why did he care this much that he enjoyed staying in and being on his own? 

"Look at Mingi," Wooyoung said over the music. Yunho followed his gaze to glance at his other friend on the other side of the club. "He knows how to have a good time!" Wooyoung said with a smirk.

Yunho quirked his eyebrow as he observed Mingi chatting up not one but two girls. Whispering something in one girl's ear while he curled his arm around the waist of the other one. Making them both giggle and look up at him while he peered at them over his sunglasses. 

Mingi was Yunho’s friend. Maybe even his best friend but… he looked like a douche.

"What kind of guy wears sunglasses inside… at night?" Yunho spat.

"The kind that gets bitches," Wooyoung remarked, jabbing at Yunho. 

"Fuck off Woo," Yunho barked at him. 

Yeah so what? Yes it had been a hot minute since he found himself being… intimate with a girl but it wasn't his fault! It was only because of his… issue…

"Come on dude. You don't have to stay bitchless, you know?" Wooyoung nudged his tall friend. "Why don't you try your luck with one of the dozens of women here that came for the same thing as you?"

"I," Yunho emphasized. "Did not come for that." He cleared his throat. "And you know I never get very far Woo!" He barked again. Truthfully Wooyoung was getting on his nerves.

"Bro! There's no way you can't find just ONE girl here that would be willing to take on the drill?"

Yunho shushed him and looked around him frantically as if anyone could have heard him over the blaring music.

"I already told you not to call it that!!" Of course Wooyoung only laughed at his friend's concern.

"I'm sorry but it's only the truth. Like that massive thing can only be handled by a licensed professional." He laughed again.

"Fuck off!" Yunho repeated, unconsciously crossing his hands over his lower half. 

“No, but seriously. You just gotta find one that matches the vibe,” Wooyoung said, his eyes narrowing into a sly frown. His gaze wiped over the crowd while Yunho only sighed, turning his back to his friends to go get another beer. 

“Wait,” Wooyoung gripped on his shirt before Yunho had the time to flee his friend’s ridiculous plan. “What about this one?”

The tall man followed Wooyoung’s finger pointing at a girl sitting at the bar, seemingly alone and absentmindedly stirring the mint leaves in her mojito.

“Woo, can you please shut up for a second while I get myself another overpriced beer and try to forget about this conversation forever? Thank you!” Yunho said, exasperated and turning on his heels again.

“No, no, no! Dude,” Wooyoung called him out again, holding his friend by his side. The shorter man rolled his eyes at his tall friend’s stubbornness. “I really have a good feeling about her.” Wooyoung insisted.

“And why is that?” Yunho asked, obvious mockery underlining his tone.

“Look at her, man!” Wooyoung pointed, choosing to completely ignore his friend's sarcasm. “She’s slumping over the bar counter, she’s been stirring her mojito for the past ten minutes but hasn’t had a single sip of it. She keeps looking over at Mingi with a scornful pout and look! In a second she’s gonna check her watch again.” he paused for a second. “See!!” Wooyoung exclaimed and turned to his friend who looked rather unimpressed. “She’s like you, man! She does not want to be here and she’s at least as lonely as you.”

Yunho frowned at the younger man, that last bit was totally unnecessary. 

“Plus, she’s pretty! I know she’s your style.” Yunho frowned in an attempt to deny Wooyoung but it was true. Wooyoung felt like he was gaining the upper hand in the negotiations so he continued.

“You should go talk to her. Just talk!” Wooyoung added when he saw Yunho open his mouth to protest again. “I mean just talk, see if it goes anywhere and if it doesn't, then it doesn’t and I promise I’ll kick Mingi’s ass back into the car and drive us all home right that second!” He pledged.

Yunho looked over again at his tall friend and his two targets of the night. Even though Mingi was considerably taller and bulkier than Wooyoung he knew about the latter’s determination and sheer force of will that would turn any wolf into a sheepish puppy. So he didn’t doubt one second that he would be doing just that.

But first at had to “shoot his shot” with… you.

The girl moping at the bar, as if a rain cloud was perpetually following her around. And there was a good reason for it. You recently got dumped. Your friends took you out to this club to celebrate and hopefully get you over him. Truthfully, you had felt relieved because Jongho was just a jerk to you and you have been slipping out of love for a while but still! It hurt that you had to come to the realization that it was over for real this time around.

Granted you were in fact single but you were not so ready to mingle…yet. At some point in the evening they got tired of trying to cheer you up and just left you at the bar to enjoy the company of your little rain cloud by yourself.

“You don’t look like you’re having a great time either,” Yunho said, ordering another beer for himself. The deep voice pulled you out of your day dreaming as you looked up at him with round eyes. “Can I sit here?” he asked and you nodded silently. He didn’t let it show but he’s actually kind of relieved you didn’t turn him down on the spot.

“Yeah I'm not having the time of my life that’s for sure,” you sighed, clinking the melting ice cubes against the glass with your soggy paper straw.

“Why?” Yunho asked while casually wiping his sweaty palms over his distressed jeans.

You bit your lip. Trauma dumping about your not-so-prince-charming jerkface of an ex to a total stranger wasn’t probably the best idea in the world even if the alcohol in your system said otherwise, luckily you still had far too few drinks to start this conversation. So you opted for the easy going explanation.

“My friends ditched me for Mr. Tall-Douchebag over there.” 

Yunho followed your gesture to Mingi bending over to whisper something in a girl's ear as he slid his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose while his other hand held onto the other girl’s bare waist, rubbing his thumb on her skin as she giggled, the cropped top she was wearing not concealing the patch of skin there.

Mingi was Yunho’s friend but he was also a dog. And that was just the plain truth despite the fact that their friendship went back to middle school.

“Yeah that guy looks like an asshole,” Yunho said in all sincerity.

“No shit,” you scoffed “What kind of giga chad wears sunglasses in a club… at night?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and finally brought your straw to your lips to take a sip of the diluted mojito.

Yunho started to laugh. Maybe Wooyoung wasn't wrong after all. There was something about you that was right for Yunho, somehow your vibes matched. He even started to relax ever so slightly next to you.

“But did you say ‘either’?” you questioned. “Does that imply you too are not having a grand ol’ time?”

Yunho chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, no. Not really,” he confessed as he grabbed the beer the barman was handing out and shoved a couple of wrinkled bills in his hand in exchange.

You returned the mojito to the bar counter and turned to him, now that he was seeing you a little better you were indeed pretty, prettier than what the bar’s red and purple neons were leading on from a distance. But up close Yunho realized Wooyoung was right about that too, you were his type. 

He swallowed thickly, your undivided attention brought back a sense of nervousness into him and he sipped on his beer for a small dose of liquid courage. “I invited a couple of my friends over and we were supposed to stay in and play League but instead they ganged up on me and dragged me here,” he sighed. 

That was the truth! Yunho only carefully omitted all the parts where his friends made him sound like a lonely loser. So that wasn’t a lie! It was curated truth. He sipped on his beer once again to ease his nerves.

You gasped loudly and Yunho’s eyebrows arched in surprise at your reaction.

“Oh I wished I would have done that too,” you pouted, before taking another sip. “And how did they convince you to end up here then?” you asked once again, setting the glass down and looking up at the tall brunette seated next to you.

Uh oh.

That was bad. Yunho wasn’t actually the best at performing under pressure. And especially when said pressure was looking at him with beautiful shiny lips and such a wholesome and genuine smile.

“Well I-...uh,” Yunho started to stammer which seemed to entertain you as the genuine smile turned into an amused little grin. The tall man brushed his long bangs back in an attempt to regain his composure which worked to some extent. “I’ve been on my own for a while, too long if you listen to my friends and they said that maybe they could find me a nice girl to… keep me company,” he said before clearing his throat and attempting to push the lump in his throat back with two large gulps of cool beer.

Wow, that was lame. So much for not sounding like a total loser…

“And I'm the nice girl you settled for?” you asked, breaking eye contact. Yunho felt uneasy again, he couldn't make of your expression right there. Did he blow his chance by being too sincere with you? And why did he feel so bad that he just might have? Did he want to impress you that bad? When initially he only wanted to exchange a couple of sentences just to call it quits and get Wooyoung to drive him home but now was he actually trying?

“Too honest maybe?” Yunho said before pinching his lip between his teeth as you shrugged nonchalantly and took another sip. 

Yes, maybe a little too honest indeed you thought as you sipped on the drink that was basically only water at this point. You were just another girl that was to be used to feel a little less lonely…

“Ughh. I suck at this,” Yunho groaned in frustration.

“At what?” you asked, his tone peaking your curiosity right when you thought you had figured him out.

“At this!” Yunho said, gesturing at the air between the both of you. “At chatting up pretty girls! At flirting!” He sighed again, feeling defeated.

Key word: pretty. 

You grinned, you too felt lonely and you figured there was no harm in helping each other out. For tonight at least.

“It’s okay,” you said, suddenly wrapping your hand around his, tightly holding the beer pint. Which made him stiffen in the uncomfortable bar stool. “I don't really like the smooth talkers anyways.” You sent him a cheeky wink and Yunho felt like his stomach had somehow acquired a trampoline. 

“Really?” he said, lips going round in surprise, eyes snapping to where you were rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, satisfied with the effet this simple touch had on him. “I’m not really into fuck boys,” you said, gesturing to the tall man in sun glasses once more.

Yunho knew you were referencing Mingi again but he didn’t have it in him to peel his eyes off you to look at him. His eyes traveled from your hand, up the curve of your arm, to the low neckline of your beautiful black dress (where he stayed longer than he intended) and finally (with much effort) to your own eyes fixated in his. Yunho was mesmerized, like a shipwrecked sailor being bewitched by the chant of a siren, like a parched pariah catching sight of an oasis on the horizon after days of wandering in the desert. 

“So…” he started hesitantly, his heart beating against his ribs and resonating in his ears. “If I offered you a ride home to get out of this hell hole and get to know each other, would you maybe say yes?” 

It wasn’t a coincidence that Yunho spoke in the conditional tense. He didn’t want to jinx himself, he never was the superstitious kind but as he was experiencing this streak of luck with you he found himself to be. 

You chuckled again at his cuteness. 

“Yes,” you said, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously. “Yes, I would.”

***

It wasn't long before you found yourselves tangled up into each other on your couch, your last drinks getting warm on the coffee table, barely even touched.

To your surprise, Yunho’s hold was gentle and patient. You felt comfortable in his arms as his warm and large palm gently pressed against your nape. His soft lips finding yours and pulling you in this delicate kiss, almost like a good morning kiss. It isn't rushed at all, like he has the whole day (or in this case night) to get to know you and to give you a thousand more. If he really was as touch deprived as he claimed to be he wasn't letting it on at all.

That raised suspicion on your side and you broke the kiss. Immediately Yunho’s eyes fluttered open and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worry taking over his features again.

“So,” you start, slightly shifting in his hold. “Tell me why you said you weren’t good at flirting again?” you say as you plant a soft kiss in the crook of his neck, making his Adam's apple bobble in his throat. He could feel himself getting hard and you felt his fingers lightly twitch around your nape. “Because to me it seems like you are pretty good at it.” You licked a large swipe on his blazing skin and drew back to look at him. “I mean, less than an hour ago I was moping on my own in the club…” you slipped your hand up his shirt to undo the first button. “And now I'm all over you, kissing you and about to do much more,” you whispered softly. The promise of what’s to come had Yunho’s length jumping between his thighs. 

“I thought you’d be all over me, tearing my clothes off the second I got to lock the doors. But there you are taking your sweet time. It doesn't add up.” You popped off another button and slipped your hands over his collar bone.

Yunho was torn between the heat that pooled in his stomach with every single one of your touches and the actual dread he felt to move things forward. Because he knew all too well what usually happened at this point of the story. 

And although it was actually fear that kept him from tearing every single article of clothing clean off your body, you mistook it for some kind of elaborate plan to get you alone.

“I’m actually pretty nervous, that's why I haven’t done… a lot more,” he said, hesitantly.

“About what, baby?” you cooed, latching your lips on his skin again, earning a cute little whimper, your fingers working their way down to the last couple of buttons still holding his shirt together.

The pet name made Yunho’s heart sing, thousands of butterflies launching in his stomach, sending waves of tingles towards his groin. 

“Because this is usually where it stops.” He let out a shaky breath as you pushed the cotton off one of his shoulders and let your fingertips drag across his soft skin, going down to his collarbone to his pecs to his abs. “Because the girls usually leave at this point.”

“Why?” you said, lips still pressed to his skin, hands reaching the button of his jeans.

“Because I’m…” Yunho hissed as your other hand came in to play with his nipple while you still went down, your hand brushing over the jeans. “Because I’m too big.”

There. He said it.

This coincided with the moment your hand laid over the colossal bulge in Yunho’s pants. You couldn't help but to stop everything, you stayed there frozen upon your discovery.

Yunho could only close his eyes shut as he felt you immobile all of a sudden. 

Well, it was fun while it lasted at least.

“I can go if you want me to,” he said as neutral as possible, but he couldn't help but let disappointment tint his voice. He can’t explain why but it felt different this time, he really wanted it to work with you. He wanted you.

“No!” you said as you held onto him when he shifted to get out of your hold and onto his feet. “Wait,” your fingers gliding over the bulge, moving once more. Instantly he sat down again against you. You cupped him, gauging the size and evaluating the challenge at hand, said challenge generously spilling out of your grasp as it could not be contained within your palm.

“We could at least try, right?”

“Really?” he exclaimed, before letting out a choked gasp as your grip grew a little tighter.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still gently rubbing over his hard on. “I’m determined and stubborn and my parents didn't raise no quitter,” you said, trying to throw some humor onto this to deescalate the situation and it did the trick.

“The only thing is… I don't think I have a condom that would fit you,” you say, suddenly bashful.

“Oh… hm. I brought mine” Yunho started to pat his pockets hastily. “It’s in my wallet, in my vest, in the… car,” he said, voice growing quieter as he realized he will have to go get it.

You then hopped on your feet. Yunho's hips instinctively bucking up, chasing the friction.

“How about you go get it and come back to meet me in the bedroom?”

Yunho only nodded vigorously before you turned on your feet and walked to one of the closed doors of the hall, he couldn't stop his eyes from falling down to look at your ass roll in the black dress as you walked away. You turned back before disappearing behind the door.

“Don't take too long, ok?” you teased him with a smile.

Yunho didn’t need more to snap him out of his trance and run, no, fly to his car. He barged in the hallway of the apartment complex, not even trying for the elevator, he knew with his long legs he'd be faster if he took the stairs. So he flew over the two flights of stairs and ran to his car to practically rip the wallet from the inner pocket of his coat and stuffed the condom in his back pocket before swallowing the two flights of stairs again and coming back into the apartment, short of breath. 

As afraid as he was a couple of minutes ago to go faster with you, now every second where he didn't have you to himself felt like an eternity.

The apartment was completely dark except for a ray of light that was coming from under the door you disappeared behind. Yunho velvet traded across the living room to the hall and to the door, guided by the line of light, the golden thread he ought to follow to reach heaven.

He delicately pushed in. And he felt like he had opened Pandora's box. He found you completely nude, waiting cross legged on the edge of your bed for him. The dim light from the nightstand sweeping across your form and casting the otherworldly shadow of your divine outline onto the wall. You were absolutely sublime. A sight that went straight to his groin, pumping brand new and boiling blood to his half hard member. 

You sat up straight putting both your feet flat on the ground as Yunho approached you. You held your palm flat to him without a word and he handed over the magnum condom in a black and gold packaging. You settled it on the nightstand before bringing your attention back to the elephant (quite fitting term) in the room. 

Now that he was standing close to you and you were really at eye level with the thing you were really getting a feel for it. Yunho was indeed really big, the thick outline of his length progressed way down his pant's leg making it impossible to miss. 

You gently undid the button of his jeans and pulled on his zipper, the vibrations on his length making him frown, completely entranced by your hand moving on him.

You hooked your fingers onto the waistband of the pants and his underwear and very gently pulled the fabric down, Yunho’s open shirt still floating as his sides. Gradually you had a peep at the trimmed hair of his pubic bone and then you uncovered the base of his cock. He was incredibly girthy and it only got bigger as you continued to pull on his pants. It was only when you were mid thigh that the member sprung free infront of your face and you audibly gasped at the size. 

The girthy member sat heavily between Yunho’s thighs, the tip an angry shade of red and profusely leaking at the slit. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't have masked how eager he was for you. His cock has been leaking ever since you got in his car and he got to smell your flowery perfume without the parasitizing smell of smoke and alcohol from the club. But that he couldn’t possibly say out loud.

He held his breath when you wrapped both your hands around his base, his cock twitching at the minimal contact of your fingers interlaced around him. You were still measuring him, getting an idea. He was as long as your forearm and as thick as your fist. 

In other words, he was ridiculously big. If he had said one hour ago when you were back at the club that he was walking around with a literal third leg you would have laughed in his face and left him there. But now that you were seeing it with your very eyes, it was different.

Yunho grew nervous as you stayed there eyeing him down with this puzzled expression.

“So what do you say?” He asked, his toes wiggling on the carpeted floor nervously. 

You didn’t even say anything back, only aimed the tip at your lips and started to lick around the sensitive cock head. Yunho emitted the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, a deep sigh of relief and pleasure as he let his head roll back, his large palm instantly finding your hair to intertwine his fingers with it.

You licked around the tip thoroughly, earning more airy sighs from the brunette before you pursed your lips and sent a big wad of spit on his length. Making him moan a little clearer as you dragged your warm spit down to his base with both hands. You spat again to make sure to lubricate him thoroughly, before taking him in your mouth.

As soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, you heard Yunho softly curse from above you. Your lips stretched around the girthy tip with difficulty and slid down as far as you could manage until he hit the back of your throat, and you weren’t even halfway through. 

But Yunho didn't mind, it was the first time somebody even got that far and he swore he could have cum just by the look you gave him when your eyes snapped back to him and he saw your pretty face stuffed full of his fat cock, hair slightly disheveled by his doing, eyes glazed over with unspilled tears and your beautiful lips stretched to an unbelievable extent. 

You felt him twitch on your tongue before you popped him out, taking a deep breath and going down again. His free hand dipped down to play with your breasts, he cupped them and flicked your hardened nipples a couple of times making you moan on his cock. 

“Fuck baby,” he breathed. “Your mouth feels so good,” he panted. The praise made you confident enough to push your head a little further down, his cock reaching down to a brand new depth inside your throat.

“Fuckkkk,” Yunho sighed his hand on your hair holding you there for a second, just long enough for him to feel your gag reflex triggering and your throat clamping down on his cock trying to reject the massive foreign object that was obstructing your air pipe. When he pulled out again long strings of thick saliva linked your red and swollen lips to the raging tip of his cock and you coughed a couple of times, choking, the air burning your sore throat.

“Need you on my tongue right now. Wanna taste you,” he whispered as he practically tore the shirt off his shoulders and slipped out of his pants. He carefully pushed you towards the bed so you would be laid on your back and very gently his big hands wrapped around your thighs to pull them apart to finally lay eyes on your center. 

Yunho licked his lips in anticipation, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds covered with your slick, the transparent liquid cascading from your entrance and running down your thighs, some even staining your bedding. He swiped a single finger on your slit, gathering some of your arousal.

“Fuck, baby you got this wet just by having my cock in your mouth,” Yunho smirked when he noticed you twitched at his words. So you liked a little dirty talk, that was good to know. He brought the digit covered with your essence to his mouth, moaning against his own fingers as your sweet and velvety nectar enveloped his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Yunho pulled on your hips so your ass would sit at the edge and he kneeled on the ground. He planted a couple soft kisses on your inner thighs and pubic bone, making you squirm, itching to be touched in the right places. Maybe next time he’ll make you beg for it but today he needed you as much as you needed him.

He gently wrapped his mouth around your clit, taking the swollen bud into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your reaction was immediate, it has been quite a long time since you have felt the touch of somebody else and Yunho was good at what he was doing. 

He went down to dip his tongue inside of you, parting your folds with his tongue and tasting the deepest parts of you, you arched your back and let his name fall off your lips.

“Aaah, hmph… Yun-ho,” you struggled to say as you unconsciously started to roll your hips against his face, smearing your juices over his cheeks and chin.

The way you called out his name and fucked yourself back on his face, shamelessly using his mouth to chase after your high had him leaking on the floor, as his aching cock sat heavily between his thighs.

That’s when he chose to stick two long fingers inside your tight heat, making you moan louder and stop dead in your tracks. You don't know how he managed that but he somehow found the perfect angle right away, curling the two digits right into your sweet spot, so you stayed put, exactly where you were while he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

He alternated between fast strokes then slower ones when he rolled his fingertips inside you teasing your g spot, to then go back to the quicker pace. Taking you on this rollercoaster of pleasure where he made you go up and down but never to your peak. 

Yunho had no intent on making you cum, at least not right now, now he only wanted to prep you to take him inside you. He was stretching you out as much as possible to make sure he could fit his huge cock inside your tiny little pussy. 

You had figured out that much but that didn’t keep you from slowly growing frustrated and therefore hungry for more. Much more.

So he slipped a fourth finger in.

At this point your body was covered with a light sheen of sweat making you beautifully glisten as the dim night stand lamp shone on you. 

You gasped at how full you felt, arching your back, your hands fisting the sheets as you called his name again.

“You’re doing so good.” He pressed a soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “My good girl,” he cooed before he started to swirl his tongue around your clit, making your cunt clamp harder around his fingers.

You felt yourself throb at the possessive pronouns. You both knew you weren’t his. But for the both of you it was what felt good. You’ll have plenty of time to feel lonely again in the morning. Just for tonight you belonged to each other. 

Your hands flew between your thighs where your fingers untangled with the long strands of brown hair, tugging at it, your frustration getting the best of you. 

Yunho enjoyed the dull burn on his scalp as he kept on abusing your swollen bud, sucking, licking and flicking it. Until he felt you throb on his tongue. But before he could finish you he felt you pull on his hair hard enough for him to look up at you.

You were panting, your chest heaving up and down, disheveled from thrashing your head around and pushing it back into the mattress.

“Wanna cum on your cock,” you urged, panting, as plainly as that. After all of this teasing, you wanted to save your appetite for the main course. 

Yunho could have bursted and cum all over the carpet with just those words. But instead he got back up and grabbed the rubber from your night stand, tearing the wrapper away and rolling the condom down his huge cock.

When he came back between your thighs he laid his cock on your stomach, and that's when you fully understood what you got yourself into. The sheer weight of the thing was in itself impressive but that was nothing compared to the size of it. It reached all the way to your midriff, the massive thing laying menacingly on your bare, sweaty skin.

Yunho then took the thick base in his hand and rubbed his tip at your entrance, coating it with your slick.

“You ready?” he asked, cheeks taking a pink hue, flashing you the most adorable of coy smile as if he wasn’t tongue fucking you a second ago. You only nodded, bracing yourself. Scared but foremost eager to be filled up again.

“Try to breathe, okay?” he advised right before he started to push himself inside you. Instinctively you let out a whine at the way your walls stretched around him as he gradually, very gently pushed his huge cock inside. You caught your lip between your teeth as your brows met on your forehead. Yunho was very attentive and didn't blink once to make sure he could read your micro expressions, so he could adapt the pace. He knew when to let you take a breather and when to keep pushing in. So when you let out a small cry and your hips jerked upwards slightly, he stopped.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, soft voice laced with concern. 

“Well the obvious answer is yes.” You chuckled softly at his adorable worried expression. “But at the same time… It feels so good,” you said, half whispering, half moaning. And you felt his cock twitch inside you.

That was the very first time somebody has ever said that to him. He would lie if he said he didn't like that.

“Please keep going,” you said, whiny tone bordering on begging. 

“Fuck baby,” Yunho breathed out. “Say that again.” His voice was somewhat urgent.

“Please Yunho, fill me up, I wanna feel you all inside of me.”

Yunho cursed under his breath again. He didn't need more to push the last couple of centimeters inside you. And just like that you’re full of him. He flipped both of your legs on his sturdy shoulders and leaned forward to kiss you. The softness is masked by the state of extreme urgency in which you both find yourselves in, the kiss is messy, sloppy, heated. Your teeth grazing against each other before you stuck your tongue out to let Yunho suck on it, you taste yourself on his tongue making you light headed before you bit on Yunho’s bottom lip to let it snap back against his teeth.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered against his teeth.

“Anything for you, baby.” 

He started to pull out gently and pushed in again, with each thrust he went faster, his large frame still laid over you as he fucked you in the mating press. The position was just perfect, with both his feet firmly on the ground, Yunho had great control over his movements and could easily adjust the pace as a plus the angle was absolutely divine.

You whined and whimpered and cried with each stroke, his big cock perfectly brushing and poking at your soft spot, deep, deep inside you. A spot nobody had ever been able to reach, not even yourself. The new found source of pleasure made you cry out in bliss, your cunt taking a vice grip around Yunho’s huge cock.

“Fuck,” you yelped. “You’re so…aaah… big,” you moaned. “Feel so good inside me. Please keep going. Fuck me please,” your words were slurred, you barely made any sense but it didn’t matter. Yunho knew exactly what you meant.

“You’re so good, baby. So good to me.”

He moaned against your mouth, prying your jaw open with his thumb and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, his warm spit running down your tongue. You swallowed his saliva, along with each of his pants and grunts. The way you felt around him was surreal, your wet sopping cunt coating him with your slick making it so easy to slip in and out of you, so much so that at some point he found himself absolutely drilling into your cunt completely losing himself inside you. The lewd wet noises bouncing off the small dark room as he rearranged your guts.

“I won't last for long,” he whined, eyes closing shut as he tried his best not to burst.

“I’m almost there,” you said, your legs tensing up and wrapping around Yunho’s hips.

He stood back up straight and put one hand on your waist firmly gripping your side to pull you back on his cock every time he thrusted in. Admiring the outline of his cock poking inside of your stomach creating a visible bulge with every snap of his hips. He laid his large hand over your stomach, lightly pressing, making you yelp and feeling every come and go as his thumb found your swollen and throbbing clit.

The sudden pleasure made you cry out a sob. Yunho started to play with your clit as he was deep inside your guts. Drawing tight circles on it, teasing it so perfectly that you grew even tighter around him.

“Please be my good girl and cum for me,” he said in a strangled moan, knowing he could only last for a few more seconds. Snapping his hips into yours, making your tits jump with each powerful thrust. “God please, please cum,” he begged in a desperate little whimper, as he wanted nothing than to make you cum but he also knew he could only keep up for a few more agonizingly long (at least to him) seconds.

That's when you crossed the edge, your walls fluttered around his big cock as you reached your peak, white heat radiating from your core to each of your limbs, making your body shake uncontrollably and your cunt grip into Yunho’s length like its life depended on it. You were completely delirious with pleasure, the earth shattering orgasm washing over you and convincing you the monstrous cock plowing into you had definitively ruined you for anyone else. You didn’t see how you could ever be satisfied again with any other cock.

The twitch of your cunt is Yunho’s queue to finally let go as well. He pulled out of you and ripped the condom away. He only had to give it a couple of strokes before cumming all over you. Thick white ropes of burning hot cum spurting out of his slit and crashing on your heated skin. Yunho had never cum so hard, his cock is like an open tap. Squirting cum all over your stomach, your tits and some powerful spurts even reaching your pretty face, which you hurriedly lick off your lips and chin. Making Yunho’s huge cock twitch in his balled fist.

He nearly collapsed when he’s done, his legs suddenly turning into jelly. But he still managed to haphazardly wander into the bathroom to give you a clean washcloth he found and even goes back to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

After that he blacked out next to you, completely drained (in more ways than one). You chuckled next to him when you heard him snort softly as you set your still half full drink on the nightstand and switch off the light. Naturally finding your place snuggled up against him.

***

The incessant vibrations of his phone abandoned in the pocket of his jeans was what woke up Yunho the next morning. He got off the bed half asleep and picked the device to answer the call. Because he was still in a daze he didn’t check the caller but he definitely should have when he heard Wooyoung yell at the end of the line.

“SO DID YOU GO BACK TO HER PLACE??? DID SHE SURVIVE THE DRILL?????” he shot out question after question, not taking the time to breathe between each one. Yunho shushed him right away, looking back over his shoulder at your sleeping figure.

“Shut up! she’s sleeping!” Yunho said as he struggled to turn down the volume on his phone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the speaker resonated even louder. “Come by to my place we’re going to brunch, you’ll tell me all about it and then I promise I’ll play all the League you want for the rest of eternity!” Wooyoung pledged as Yunho chuckled. That's exactly why he loved him.

“Brunch and then League?” Yunho heard your groggy voice from behind. “That sounds fun…” 

“I’ll call you back,” Yunho briefly said before hanging on a screaming Wooyoung. He beamed at you. 

“Wanna come with?”

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Bump Into You

Prompt: Your childhood best friend finally comes back after studying from abroad and something in your dynamic changes.

General tags: friends to lovers, fluff i think?, he is tall, very tall.

Word count: 5.0K

“Can I Facetime you? Urgency level 10.” you quickly text Yunho. You briefly see his chat bubble appear and then disappear, seeing as he called you.

“What’s burning? What happened? Is someone following you?” he asks concerned, as he inspects your background, noticing you are in your room. He exhales loudly and you giggle, wiping your tears and hugging your knees.

“I miss you. We haven’t talked that much lately and I miss you so much.” your words come out muffled, sniffling and new tears replace the ones you just wiped. You’ve always been this attached to him, he was the only person that ever allowed you to be clingy and express your feelings the way you wanted and needed, and he took it all gladly. He loved being loved by you, which made you love him even more.

He sighs and you notice as his expression morphs into a sad one, seeing his lips gain a small pout. “I miss you too princess. But I will be with you soon, just a few more weeks and I will be there.” he says trying to comfort you, at which you nod and try to stop your tears.

“Are you busy? Do you have things to do? Anything to study for?” you ask slightly anxious that you are wasting his time. You see him scratch the back of his neck and nod. “Yeah… I have like two exams coming up this week and a few more presentations to work on. But they can wait, you need me way more and you are more important.” he replies he smiles sweetly at you.

Is this the right time to mention the huge crush you’ve had on this man for the past nine years? A crush that was impossible to get rid of. Your heart does a flip at his smile.

“No fucking way. Did you make plans with your friends to study?” you ask alarmed, straightening your back and looking at him. “I did but I already told them that I’m not coming the moment you texted me. It’s okay princess, really.” he reassures you again.

“Nope. It is not. We are having a study date together right now. I should be studying too. Come on get your notebooks and let’s go.” you say fully motivated as you go to sit on your desk and get your things ready. He laughs and looks at you lovingly with a cute small smile plastered on his lips. He also goes to sit at his desk and gets to work, at times mumbling whatever he was reading or writing or even explaining it to you so he himself could understand it. As for you, not much studying happened as you couldn’t help but stare at his focused, concentrated face.

The love you have for this man… You are doomed.

***

You check yourself in the mirror once more before picking up your tote bag that had your things and leaving your house, getting into your car and heading towards the airport.

After 

Your childhood best friend Yunho is finally coming back home after studying abroad for the past three years. And while you two still talked on the phone and texted a lot, not being able to see him whenever you wanted was annoying, as well as the lack of any physical contact, which was so painful for you to be suddenly robbed by his warm hugs, by his arms circling your waist and pulling you oh so close.

You shake your head at the thought. You were about to see him and your heart was beating like crazy. Sure maybe you had a small crush on him. For the past 9 years of your life, and sure maybe you should give up already, but your heart can't calm down whenever he's around. But you are not delusional enough to interpret every touch and every look he gives you as him reciprocating your crush for him, the two of you have always been this close and used disgustingly cute pet names just to annoy each other. You are more than okay with Yunho not liking you like that.

Before you know it you reach the airport, thanks to being lost in your thoughts. You park your car quickly and get inside the building, looking to see when exactly his plane lands. He lands in 10 minutes at gate 5, so you quickly look for it, and while there are around five minutes left of waiting, you remember you forgot something in your car. Could you make a run for it? I mean for sure, it takes forever to get off the plane and get your luggage and everything. So you run out of the building and towards your car to get the bouquet of flowers you got for your friend on your way to the airport.

Once you have the flowers in your arms, you quickly rearrange them and head back inside the airport, but after you check the arrivals screen again you don’t see Yunho’s flight anymore. Did everyone unbark already?

You started to take bigger steps towards gate 5. Or was it gate 4? You couldn’t remember. You were now jogging towards the area where you thought (and wished) the right gate was, and while in your hurry you jog full force into someone’s chest, the flowers squish between your body and the person’s in front of you. Oh fuck not Yunho’s flowers.

You take a step back and tears gather at the corners of your eyes as you look at the now very squished flowers, some of the petals falling off. Without making eye contact (you always hated making eye contact with strangers) you started apologising to the poor person you just hit and somehow didn’t see at all.

“I’m so so sorry, I don’t know where I was looking. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” you ask while looking at the ground now, trying to keep the tears at bay so they wouldn’t spill over, looking very sadly at the flowers.

“Are you ok princess?” responds a very familiar voice. The pet name disgusted you at first, coming from a stranger as far as you knew, but once the voice registered in your mind, you raised your head, you raised it so much that your neck was in a very uncomfortable position. It was Yunho. A very tall Yunho. Taller than you remembered.

“Yunho.” you whisper and then get your arms around his wait, pulling him into a very tight hug. If you weren’t crying before, you surely were crying now, while you were snuggling into his chest, not caring if you were dirtying his shirt, and he didn’t seem to care either, as one of his arms went around your shoulders and the other was resting on the top of your head, caressing your hair gently. He was talking to you, but you were so overwhelmed by his presence and scent and just all sorts of emotions that you could not hear anything anymore, you were just feeling everything. Your heart was beating so fast and you were hearing his heartbeat just as fast as yours and you were smiling like crazy into his chest. Oh how you missed him.

“Never leave for this long again.” you muffle while your face is still buried in his chest and you feel him laugh under your touch, which makes you smile.

You finally pull back, taking a step back and wiping your tears with the back of your hand, not caring at all how messy your face was right now. You remember the bouquet you had in your hand the whole time and you give the flowers one last look before you stretch your arm with the flowers towards him.

Yunho looked down at the very colourful flowers trying to contain his excitement, but his smile was the widest and prettiest you’ve ever seen. “For you. They are Gladiolus, I know you’ve talked about how much you like them that one time. I’m sorry, they looked so much prettier five minutes ago before I basically ran you over…” you shily say while looking down at your feet, still embarrassed by you bumping into him like that. He takes the flowers gladly, looking at them adoringly and smiling, you would even say he was blushing a little. He slightly leans down and circles your waist with his arms and pulls you in a hug and lifts you at the same time, your feet leaving the floor, being forced to quickly wrap your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t fall, letting out a surprised squeak.

“I love them. Thank you.” he says as he buries his face in your neck, his deep, low voice and his very strong scent and steady hold on you making you freeze for a brief second, in which you start playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck.

He slowly puts you back on the ground and you look up at him. When and how did he get this tall? “Let’s go.” you say as you grab one of his luggages and drag it after you. He knows it’s pointless if he insists he carries it, so he doesn’t even try, instead he just follows right behind while still looking at the flowers lovingly, dragging behind him the other luggage that had on top of it a huge shoulder bag. You are the only person to ever give him flowers, and while this isn’t the first time you gave him pretty flowers, he is always in awe when he receives them.

“When the fuck did you get this tall? What have you been doing over there?” you ask jokingly to break him out of his trance and he laughs. “Maybe you just got shorter?” he replies jokingly and you slap his arm which just makes him laugh more. “I grew like two inches. I’m not really sure how but I didn’t notice it until people started pointing it out. I’m around 6'2 now, not that much of a difference honestly.” he continues and you try to hide your shock. 6'2. Holy fuck. There was a time when the two of you were the same height, and you’re not even that short, you’re 5'6. This guy just kept stretching.

You look with the corner of your eye at him and how much taller he is than you, towering over you while just walking next to you. You return your eyes ahead of you, feeling as your face was starting to redden up. “How was the flight?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the way he made you feel. He starts telling you all about it while you lead him towards your car. He puts the luggages in the trunk and then gets in the front seat.

“How have you been? How has the town been? Living without me must’ve been terrible right? I’m impressed you didn’t burn the house down.” he teases. Before he moved to Japan for his Master’s he used to be your dorm mates. It just made sense, you know? Being friends for so long and getting along so well, your communication was so good and you two worked so well together, it was the most obvious thing to move in together. And it was the most obvious thing to continue like this now. You two living together was also another factor of why you didn’t plan on telling him the feelings you have for him, besides the obvious of him not feeling the same. 

You didn’t look for a new dorm mate while he was gone either, even though he said he was okay with the idea of renting his room while he was gone, you weren’t okay with it.

“It was horrible, never dare leave me alone for this long again.” you say in a joking tone even though you were dead serious, and he knows it as well.

On the ride to your house he tells you about the friends he made in Japan, how they threw him a small party the night before, how they all ended up crying over him leaving while the rest of them were staying. “Though one of the girls, Yoko, I’ve told you about her before, confessed that she liked me for a while. But I turned her down for multiple reasons.” he says at one point and the statement makes your heart skip a beat. I mean yeah, who wouldn’t. “We all promised to keep in touch. They might even visit one day. You will have to meet them when they do, they are really the nicest.” Yunho continues to tell you excited while you were still stuck on the girl liking him, your grip on the steering wheel tightening. Were you mad? No, no reason or right to be. Jealous? Maybe only because this girl had the courage to say something you’ve been trying to say for nine years. 

“What got you so mad? Your knuckles are turning white. What are you thinking about?” Yunho asks, concerned as he touches your hand that was on the gear. You flinch at the unexpected contact and quickly focus back on the road. This is not the time to be getting jealous for no good reason. “I was thinking if I locked the door or not when I left.” you quickly lie and he looks at you with a doubtful look but brushes it off, telling you about the friends he made at the dance classes he attended. 

That was close.

*

Once you park your car in the driveway you help Yunho with his luggage and bring them into his room. “Did you clean my room?” he asks after he looks around, noticing there is little to no dust on the furniture. “Yeah every once in a while. I didn’t want dust to pile up and I wanted to welcome you back with a clean room.” you say while you follow him with your eyes as he falls on the bed, letting out a sigh. “Feels good to finally be home.” he mumbles while his face is buried in a pillow. You smile widely. He said home. He thinks of you and this place as home. His words make you insanely happy and want to do flips. Despite having had a great time in Japan, with a girl liking him, he still considered this his home.

“Wanna leave you to get some sleep? I know you had a few stressful days with the whole coming back process.” you ask while shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He nods. “Yeah. Thank you. We will catch up when I wake up. Love you.” he says in a very sleepy voice and you nod, silently leaving his room and entering yours.

And then it hits you.

What did he say?

Did he say what you heard him say?

Did he actually say that?

You’re pretty sure he did.

Are you so down bad for him that you’re starting to imagine him saying this?

That can’t be right.

It’s fine. He loves you as a friend. Friends always say this shit.

Not you two though you never actually said you love each other.

Stop spiralling. He’s your best friend, you’ve known each other for so long, it goes without saying that you love each other. It has gone without saying for so long. And yeah, maybe you love each other in very different ways, but it’s still love. But if he says it more often your heart will break over and over again every time, as being in love with someone and loving someone are so different.

You fall face down onto the bed, letting out an exasperated groan that was muffled by your pillow. Let’s hope this won’t become a usual thing, because the way the words fell out his mouth sounded beautiful.

***

A week has passed since Yunho came back home and you are feeling as if your sanity is slowly leaving you. You are starting to think that he knows you like him and he’s playing a prank on you.

He keeps telling you either muffled or whispered ‘love you’ ’s at different times of the day, but you either pretend you don’t hear him or actually don’t hear him, in which case you ask him what he said and he always says ‘nothing’.

A bit more touchier than usual, which is crazy to say since you are very touchy usually, but here you think you might look into it too much. But you feel like he is closer than usual, his arms rest around your waist for a few seconds longer, you catch him staring more often. When you hang out with your friends he always ends up sitting next to you, with his arm either around your shoulders and dragging you closer to him or with his head resting on your shoulder and snuggling into you, which always makes you a flustered, blushing mess that your friends never comment on or tease you for, since they know the way you feel about Yunho.

Mingi was the first to notice and then everyone else knew about it. Was it that they noticed themselves or Mingi told them, you’ll never know.

And no matter how hard you tried to not fall for it, how hard you tried to convince yourself that this was just what friends did, you just couldn’t. Your first thought was that maybe he liked you, but you gave up on that thought quickly as it made no sense. Your second thought was that maybe he was playing a prank on you, that maybe he found out about your feelings for him and was making fun of you, but again this was very unlikely, Yunho wouldn’t do that, would he? But what else could it be?

These were the thoughts that were drowning your mind as you were at a pub with your friends, being in a situation similar to a past one. On the bench, next to Yunho, his arm casually around your shoulders, pulled close to him, your head resting on his shoulder, one of his hands playing with the ends of your hair while actively participating in the conversation.

Suddenly he laughs with his entire body, as he always does, and that pulls you out of your thoughts and back to reality. You raise your head and look up at him, seeing as he has his head thrown back, laughing loudly, his eyes closed shut and you can’t help but smile. He’s so beautiful, so breathtaking and your heart swells up, your entire being becoming happy and feeling warm and fuzzy. You love him so much and he brings so many pleasant emotions that it makes you sad, melancholic.

He finally lowers his head, having calmed down his laughing and he looks down at you, making eye contact, having the biggest smile on his lips and you feel like you could explode. Yunho’s grip on your shoulders suddenly tightens and he pulls you closer, pressing his lips on your forehead and then pulling back, straightening his head and returning to the conversation your friends were having.

You however, didn’t change your position. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly in surprise, staring at the wall, trying to process what happened. You could still feel his lips on your forehead, so soft. However you could also feel your face heat up and your friends’ eyes on you. You readjust your head and look down at your lap, looking at your hands fidgeting trying to distract yourself and maybe convince yourself that nothing happened, but the lingering sensation on your forehead was telling you otherwise.

Maybe you should talk to Yunho tonight when you get home. Maybe.

You are suddenly very aware of your lack of interaction with your friends, you’ve barely said a word or touched your drink ever since you’ve gotten here hours ago.

You clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention, including Yunho’s, who was looking down at you curiously this time. You make eye contact with the people that are sitting across from you. “I think I will go home now, I have to wake up early tomorrow, but this hangout was fun, we are finally in the complete formation.” is the little white lie you come up with.

After you are done speaking you stand up, Yunho taking his arm away seconds before you stand up, and after you hug everyone goodbye and wish them to continue having fun, promising to meet up again soon, after one final look at Yunho you leave the pub.

Tonight you will talk with Yunho. And you will tell him everything. Because you are starting to feel like he is giving you false hope.

It was around midnight, it was still warm outside but every once in a while a breeze would pass by and cool you down a bit. You didn’t take your car as you thought you’d be drinking more than you did and the pub is kind of close to your house anyway, you should be safe to arrive on your own. 

Your head was filled with all the small touches Yunho shared with you throughout the week, but the forehead kiss from tonight was something else, it caught you off guard the most. You were thinking so deeply about it that you didn’t hear Yunho call after you to wait up, which lead to him touching your shoulder to get your attention and startling you, scared it would be a stranger, but as you turn around and instantly make eye contact with someone’s chest you are quick to figure out that it’s Yunho and you look up at him, relieved.

You bring your hand over your heart, feeling it beat very fast, taking a deep breath. “Never do that again, I could’ve died!” you say in an exaggerated tone and you hear him giggle, he puts one of his hands on your and pats you gently. “Oh don’t be dramatic, I tried getting your attention by talking to you but you were deep in thought and didn’t hear me. What were you even thinking about?” he asks as he leans in closer to you, his face inches away, inspecting your face carefully, his breath fanning your face slightly. You look at him mesmerised for more seconds than you would’ve liked and then straighten up, his hand leaving your back and then straightening up again, looking down at you, still waiting for an answer.

‘You have to tell him NOW.’ are the words that keep repeating in your head, the rational part of your brain yelling at you that if you don’t talk to him about it now you will keep postponing it.

‘What if you will ruin your friendship? Who will have to find a new place to stay? What if it will make things awkward? Just come up with something!’ is saying the insecure part of your brain, which usually overpowers any other thought you might have.

But not this time.

You are tired of hanging on to false hope.

Sure, you wanted to talk about it when you got home or maybe tomorrow, but things don’t always go the way we plan.

“Why are you doing this?” you say while looking somewhere behind him. He lets out a confused ‘hm?’, tilting his head slightly, seeing with the corner of your eye how much he looked like a puppy. Oh you’re about to break your own heart.

“All the recent touches, the public affection, all the whispered and muffled things you say that some I can hear. Why are you doing this?”

Silence. Yunho tenses up slightly.

“We’ve always been close, sure, but not this close. At least in my opinion. And don’t get me wrong, I love every second of it but…” you say, taking a deep breath in. What you’re about to say can change your entire relationship. You exhale.

“I know you probably caught on that I like you more than a friend, or probably Mingi told you. But giving me all this false hope in the past weeks has been a double edged sword, because I’m so certain you don’t mean these things the way I wish you did, which is fine. But I’ve been indulging in them, and it hurts.” you continue, feeling a knot forming in your throat and tears filling up your eyes, making them burn.

Still nothing from him. You’re starting to feel anxious.

“I hope this won’t make things awkward between us, I don’t want us to stop being friends or housemates, but could you please stop giving me false hope? It might be fun for you, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it for.” you say, letting the tears softly fall from your eyes, caressing your cheeks as they fall. You finally look at him. You are done with your speech and waiting for his move now. You said everything, and you feel relieved and burdened at the same time as you wait for a reply, a small part of you hoping for the impossible, hoping that he feels the same way you do. You let out a shaky breath.

His eyes are glossy, he has his lips slightly parted and a confused frown. Yunho opens his mouth a bit more and you close your eyes, as if waiting for a physical impact that his words might have.

“Y/N…” he says as his hands reach for yours. You squeeze your eyes shut. While Yunho is holding your hands gently, he brings them up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, making you open your eyes in surprise. “I’m sorry I made you believe I was toying with you. Or that I made you believe I wasn’t in love with you all this time.” he says and Yunho’s hands let go of yours, making your arms fall limp next to your body. “...What?” you say confused, looking at him bewildered.

Yunho’s big hands cup your face, stopping the tears that gathered around your jaw and with his thumb wiping away any other tears that stained your cheeks. He was slightly leaning over you, you were looking up at him with your eyes teary and shiny and he swore he could see stars in them. He smiles softly at you, caressing your cheek, but you're frozen, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Can I kiss you?” Yunho asks as he leans in more, his forehead almost touching yours, completely towering over you. Your eyes widen. Is this real? Are you imagining it? Is this a dream? You couldn’t care less. You nod your head as you still haven’t found your voice to talk again.

And Yunho wastes no time, leaning in and connecting your lips. And it felt so good, electrifying, sending waves of shocks in your entire body. You were overwhelmed in the best way possible. One of Yunho’s hands travels down to the side of your neck while the other one remains on your face. Yunho was going at your pace, his soft lips following your moves and letting you take the lead and adjust. 

You pull away slightly, raising your hands to the back of his neck and making him stick his forehead to yours, making him lean more over you as you were standing on your tippy toes. He pecks your lips once, getting a giggle out of you.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you, it really wasn’t my intention. I was trying to make it obvious that I also like you. I was planning on telling you, but I didn’t know when and how and I was overthinking it and spiralling even though I knew you felt the same way and despite ev-” he rambles as he tried to put some space between you two but you drag him back in in a deeper kiss this time. You gently bite his bottom lip, letting him know to open his mouth, which he does immediately, and so your tongue meets his eager one. The kiss is slow, in a way experimental but full of promise, getting used to each other, exploring freely. Until you run out of air and you two have to pull away, panting for air.

“You can be so dumb at times.” you say in a lighthearted tone as you let go of your grip on the back of his neck and go in for a hug, your arms circling his waist and pulling him close, with your head pressed on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Just like a few weeks ago when you picked him up from the airport.

“Says the one that got flustered over every touch I gave them and got jealous when I mentioned Yoko. Are you not the same person that screamed in their pillow like a teenage girl when I told them I love them two weeks ago?” Yunho teases you as he rests his chin on top of your head. You playfully slap his back in response while your cheeks were heating up. So he heard you… Embarrassing.

You stay like that for a bit, hugging him tightly, every once in a while rocking back and forth, Yunho placing kisses on the top of your head while playing with your hair. “I love you, Yunho. So much.” you say as you look at the pavement. You feel his heartbeat pick up and you smile. Cute. “I love you too, princess.” he replies and he squeezes you.

“I wanted to have this talk with you at home not in the middle of the street but I guess this works too…” you say as you pull away, looking up at him in admiration. He brings one of his hands up to your face and fixes your hair. “Let’s go home then.” Yunho replies as he takes a hold of your hand and interlocks your fingers, rubbing circles with his thumb on your hand and starts walking towards your house.

“I’m already there.” you reply, more for yourself, as you look at your intertwined fingers. You’ve been waiting so long for this moment.

yunho... tall...

Good Boy ✧.

roommate!yunho drives me crazy bro...

pairing: roommate!yunho x gn!reader

wordcount: 1,7k

content: helping your roommate with a hard problem...

warnings: nsfw, pet names (tiny, baby, good boy), handjob, cum eating, dirty talk (?), lots of praise, sub!yunho dom!reader (lmk if I missed anything)

comments and reblogs appreciated <3

When you usually walk through the door after a long day of classes, you'd hear your roommate, yunho, crashing around in the kitchen cooking up something for you both to eat once you got home. Sometimes he would be in his room playing valorant, shouting down the mic to his friend group telling mingi to step up his game -

Tonight? There's no noise. Atleast that's what it seemed like, until you hear a sniffle coming from the corridor as you place your shoes by the door. "is....is he crying?" you whisper to yourself as if the house was going to answer back. As you drop your bag on the counter and take small steps towards your roommates room, all you hear is shuffling, followed by the squeaks of a bedframe.

"No....is someone here with him?", your heart sank at the thought. Not that you had shared this with anyone but your close friend, woo, but some time after yunho moved in, you started having....dreams... about him. At first they were innocent, like playing games and having movie nights, but after the first few you noticed they became more...sexual. The first night you jumped in horror, filled head to toe with guilt and a hotter feeling you couldn't put into words, but grateful that your yelp didn't wake up the boy on the other side of the wall. When he stroked your arm that morning, a normal gesture between the two of you (at least usually), you jumped out of your skin and flinched away from him.

"You okay, tiny?" concern in his voice hitting your ears mixing with the guilt in your head.

"Sorry, yeah im good, just no sleep", you pulled your best fake smile despite all the questions running through your head; why the skin on your arm where yunhos hand formerly was feel like it was burning up? Why was your heart racing so fast? Why did the droplets on yunho's face and neck from the reminence of his shower make your throat feel like the Sahara desert?

"Were you up playing ac with seonghwa again? I told him to not keep you up late anymore, I'm gonna message him aga-"

"It's okay, yunho, seonghwa was probably fast asleep, it was just too....cold", You cut his worrying off with the lamest excuse you could think of. After that encounter, every touch yunho initiated, every time he jumped into your bed when he was bored, or wrapped his arms around you when he put his hoodie on you, made your whole body heat like you had swallowed the sun. You wondered if he did it on purpose, if he knew the control he had over your heart rate....

..."I guess not." You held back an aching tear at the prospect of yunho having someone on his bed that wasn't you. You silently begged the stars that it wasn't the case as you creeped closer to his room. one step. Two steps. You noticed the door was cracked open. three steps.

"y/n please.."

What? did he just say y/n? you stop just short of his door to process what you just heard. Were you hallucinating? was the stress of school and your crush finally getting to your head to the point you think you heard yunho say-

"fuck, y/n please." he says again, this time a litre of desperation in his gravelly voice apparent. He was practically panting out your name in what sounded like frustration, his breaths shaky and uneven.

You took another step forward, finally standing in his doorframe to add a visual to what you've been hearing. Holy fuck.

Yunho splayed out on his bed gripping the sheets with one hand and furiously rocking his hips into the other. His hoodie, once held between his teeth, now pathetically shifting over his sensitive skin making him harder, if it was even possible.

His tip looked red and angry to say the least, his skin was glistening from sweat and he could barely keep his eyes open. How long had he been at this for?

You realise you've been standing here, perving over your unknowing roommate, but as you attempt to step away from the scene of the crime to try and forget what you've witnessed (even though you know this will fuel your dreams for the next month) you felt your keys slip out of your previously suffocating grip.

With a loud clash, no thanks to your 80 keychains, you let out a panicked squeak and yunho jumped to cover himself on the bed at the noise, till he realises what just happened.

"Y/n it's not- I'm-" he tries to get the words out but after his body had been working in overdrive, nothing made sense.

"Sorry yunho, I didn't see anything!" you yelped out as you tried to turn around and run to your own room, but a firm grip on your arm turns you back to yunho.

He was disheveled and had barely managed to put himself back into his sweatpants, the friction excruciating on his aching tip. God, he looked angelic, his hood still over his head covering his sweat drenched hair, and overshadowing the deep red on his cheeks and ears. His eyes darting to look everywhere but yours, eventually settling on your lips.

"y/n...I need... please help me." he whispered while rubbing circles into your arm, scared for your answer.

"sit." Your shaky voice betraying your attempt at being assertive. Nonetheless, yunho walks backward till he falls back, you following in tow.

He's already whimpering at you sitting down and straddling one of his legs as you start to pull his grey sweats down just enough once again.

"god.." You think. He looked big before when he was stroking himself, and you always suspected he was packing by the indent in his towel after showers, but seeing it up close was a game changer.

"think about my size later y/n, please it hurts.." He whimpers out, making you realise you had said it out loud. Putting your embarrasment aside, you brush your thumb down the underside of his dick till you reach the base, where you wrap your whole hand (barely, his girth was just as impressive) and squeeze a little, testing the waters. He cried out in pleasure from your touch, begging for more, and rutting his hips up best he can - in the process giving you some friction making your mind a little fuzzy.

You worked your hand up and down his angry cock turning him into a blubbering mess. Yunho was so overwhelmed by the sensations his brain had short-circuited and all he could blubber out between was "baby please", "y/n fuck, ah", "tiny nnghh".

"am I making you feel good, yuyu?" you asked with a sultry voice and hooded eyes. You could die a happy person right now if this is the last thing you see. God, yunho was in such state, sticky glistening skin looking edible.

"Yuyu. Answer me baby, or I'll stop." You teased, not even sure you'd be able to stop if you tried.

"baby yes yes please god fuck tiny im so close." He huffed out while vigorously nodding his head. What a sweet boy - too bad you couldn't help teasing him a little more. You slowed down the pace making him whine and cry out a symphony of pleads. Music to your ears, you don't know how you lived your whole life without this.

"please tiny, I'll be good please, let me cum" he cried, his voice breaking.

"you sound so pretty like this yuyu... you're such a good boy." His dick leaked precum and twitched in your palm at the pet names, something you'd keep in mind for a later date. You sped your pace back up again and started nibbling on his burning earlobe, making him cry out whatever was coming to his fucked out brain.

"I'm your good boy ah, tiny, please-" and another string of curses and whimpers. You could tell by his tightening grip on you that he was close. He could feel the knot in his stomach getting tighter, ready to snap.

"be a good boy and cum for me, yuyu."

Thats all it took for his whole body to tense up, cum spurting out of his cock in ropes, reaching your face and soaking your hand. He slumped against your shoulder from exhaustion and euphoria as you pumped your hand around him once more, letting him ride out his high.

"y/n," Yunho shot his head up with a sorry expression now that the brain fog had cleared. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to drag you into thi-" before he could finish, you distracted his train of thought by wiping the cum off of your cheek, and experimentally licking the tip of your finger. A little salty but surprisingly sweet? Before giving him a peck on the cheek to see where his head was at.

He watched in awe as you put his cum on the tip of your tongue, nearly eliciting a second orgasm from him just at the sight. When you pulled away from his cheek a dark blush covered his ears and face, and his round eyes filled with shock that you didn't hate him after that, guilt fading with every millisecond.

His eyes locked with your plump lips before pulling you in to join his. Your mouths molded together as though they were made for eachother, and you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip asking for access. Of course he slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like a starved man, biting your lip and caressing your jaw. After minutes of claiming his mouth you finally broke away for air.

with a glint in your eye looking into his, "So, how you going to repay me yuyu?"

my first fic 😭😭😭 this was suppose to just be drabble but man ....... I love yunho

this isn't proofread or anything so sorry for any mistakes❤️‍🩹