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SOFT DOMINANCE / OBEDIENCE WITH YUNHO

pairing ✭ dom!yunho x gn!reader

word count ✭ 0.4k

warnings/notes: yunho calls them "baby" & "pretty,” this isn’t smut, just something i’ve been obsessing over all day 🙂

yunho is absolutely the kind of guy who just fucking thrives off of obedience. it doesn't always have to be overtly sexual, either (though it often can be, especially for him). but his favorite form is telling you to "come here" whether verbally or not.

like he'll see you stressing over a heavy workload or an argument you had with a family member. you're pacing the kitchen, trying to ease your nerves, clearly way deep in your own head. he'd call out your name from across the room and beckon you to him. "come here, baby," he'd command gently.

he's seated at a barstool, so he'll slot you between his legs, grabbing your shaking hands. he'd love how easily you came to him. no hesitation. because you trust his intentions. he'd ask you, "what's wrong, pretty?' and he'd just kiss your knuckles and palms while you told him.

another time he'd be lounging in bed, glasses on the bridge of his nose while he reads a book on top of the covers. when you walk in the bedroom you're on the phone with a friend. he watches you chat with them as you change into pajamas and wash off your face. when you step out of the bathroom, he catches your eye and holds out his hand. a simple gesture to tell you to get in bed with him.

still on the phone with your friend, you'd take his hand and climb into bed with him without hesitation. he'd kiss your forehead and stroke your hair as you chat with them, smiling every time you get a bit animated.

in public, things don't change at all. if you go out to a bar with him and your friends, he's always there to keep an eye on you while you have fun. he doesn't interfere with your fun, but he's always careful. he wants you to drink and dance without any risk of mishaps or creeps, so he's just there to step in if you need it. and sometimes you definitely do.

you'd be chatting up at the bar with your friends and the bartender, but unbeknownst to you, you have a few spectators who aren't him. the two strangers had been watching your little group the whole night, and, when by some accident, your friends leave you alone at the bar, they take that as a chance to move in.

you wouldn't notice them at all, but you'd catch yunho's eye across the bar. all he has to do is beckon you to him with his hand and you come straight into his arms. no questions. his dead stare at the strangers would ward them away, so he'd kiss your cheek and ask you how your night was going. letting you live in drunk oblivion in the safety of his arms.

quiet affection

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pairing: bf! yunho x gn! reader

↬ tags: i might just make sleepy fics my personality right now, super fluffy + written on a whim!, another short work hehet <3

summary: a sleepy, affectionate moment unfolds as he snuggles into your embrace on the sofa, finding comfort and warmth in your presence

word count: 397 words

you hear the soft pattering of his feet against the wooden flooring before you see him emerge in your line of vision. hair mused up, shirt askew and eyes barely opened, yunho makes his way towards you.

your relaxed form on the sofa jerked downwards as he sat down on it heavily, sleep lacing his veins. back leaning against the armrest, you secretly took a picture of him: all cuddly and tired.

"why didn't you join me..." he mumbles, making a face. yunho yawns, stretching a little before slumping back against the sofa. you couldn't help but melt at his actions, this side of him unknown to his friends.

"you were sleeping so soundly, body all sprawled out on the bed."

you even had a picture to prove that: you had to stifle your laughter when you found him sleeping in a less than ideal position. he awoken to your rustling as you were putting away your things, mumbling a "you're back..." and then falling back to sleep right after.

"i decided to let you have that proper rest and chose to lie down in the living room instead."

you propped up your legs closer to your body so that he could sit properly, but he chose to push your legs apart before slumping into your embrace, his body snuggled between your thighs and arms slung haphazardly around your middle.

"whatever. i want you to hold me now." yunho presses his face into your chest—much like a cat would—and you lightly chuckled at his actions.

"yes, yes. whatever you say."

switching your phone off, you soothed his already sleeping self, hands roaming up and down his back, just the way he likes it.

"good night again, yunho."

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Series Masterlist

Status: COMPLETED

Summary: The titan group from South Korea, BTS, suddenly vanishes off the face of the earth, only to wake up in a three-storey house with a small-time writer and their DNAs altered. Omegaverse is no longer just a fiction trope; not to these eight people, no. Stuck with only one omega between them, how will this polyamory evolves? And, will they ever escape the house? 

Warning: 18+!

Genre: Mystery, thriller, poly, smut (ofc), omegaverse (duh)

Pairing: OT7 x reader [Alpha: Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook. Beta: Jin, Yoongi, Taehyung. Omega: Reader]

Parts: 1 |  2 |  3 |  4 |  5 |  6 |  7  |  8  |  9  | 10 |  11 |  12 |  13 |  14 |  15 |  16 |  17 |  18 | 19 |  20 |  21 |  22 |  23 |  24 |  25 |  Epilogue

Ateez Mafia- Falling After The Arranged Marriage

Seonghwa

You did not want to be married to a stranger, much less the son of one of your father’s mafia members. When you grew up you wanted nothing to do with the mafia, hoping to leave it all behind, yet now you were legally married to it. He was tall, dark, and handsome, a little bit cold, but in his actions it was obvious that he had a soft heart. However, you refused to let your heart be moved by him, all of this, the marriage, everything was against your will and that wasn’t something you could stand for. You knew you were being petty, obviously it wasn’t like he begged his father to marry the two of you, but you couldn’t help but take it out on him. If he was annoyed by your attitude he never mentioned anything to you, he just let you do whatever you needed to do.

He really was quite respectful of your wishes, he left you alone for the most part, and even gave you your own room in his house because you refused to share a room with him. You had just gotten done with your usual night routine and hopped into bed going to sleep, hoping to wake up from this weird dream. Instead your dreams took you back in time to a memory you much rather forget. The very reason your father wanted you to marry Seonghwa, to protect you from that ever happening again. You were tossing and turning, sweat dripping down your body as you tried to force yourself to wake from the nightmare. When you finally woke up you saw Seonghwa sitting on the edge of the bed, dapping a cold rag to your forehead. And for the first time since you married him, you were relieved to see him. You couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down your cheeks as you sat up, your body shaking with fear.

Seonghwa pulls you into his chest, his strong arms around your fragile frame, tucking your head under his chin. “I-i-” you wanted to explain to him the horrific and traumatizing experience but he shushed you “I know,” he whispered running his fingers through your hair. You had spent countless nights crying over someone who didn’t give you a second thought or explanation for the pain they inflicted on you. However, this was the first night you were able to calm down after a nightmare. Perhaps it was the soft beat of Seonghwa’s heart against your ear, or his strong arms caging you from the rest of the world, or the vibrations of his chest as he softly hummed, but you had felt calm. “I’m sorry you got wrapped up into this,” you whispered closing your eyes to keep from crying “That I’m so broken and scared to the point I require a full time body guard.”

“I’m sorry I haven’t made it easy for you either. If anyone is to blame for this arranged marriage it’s me, yet I’ve been taking it out on you,” you whispered into his chest, “I wasn’t forced into anything,” he said getting you to pull back and look at him confused “Your father asked all of us who would be willing to marry his daughter and I offered,” he said tucking hair behind your ear. “Call me crazy, but I’ve been watching you for…. as long as I can remember. Over time I started to feel affection for you and when I heard what had happened to you, I wanted to make sure it never happened again,” he explained and you couldn’t help but smiled before moving back in to cuddle into his chest deciding maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing.

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chan sits cross-legged in his living room, a box of his old belongings sitting on the floor in front of him. a few days ago, his parents called to let him know they were going to do some cleaning of old belongings, maybe donating anything that was still good quality. which lead to the two of you heading up for the weekend. his younger brother has already came and went, just narrowly missing getting to see the two of you, which just leaves the two of you to sort through chan's old things while his parents are out.

and chan's starting to regret it, because you just happened to find his old high school student ID, and you've lost it. "it's not that funny!"

"you looked like an egg!"

he's fighting back his own smile. you're not wrong, his high school haircut is far from flattering, but he doesn't want to admit that. you're holding onto his ID tightly, immediately falling away from him when he lunges to grab it. it's a childish game of him reaching for it and you twisting and turning to keep it away from him, but he finally wins out, pinning you against the floor as he manages to snatch it from your grasp. you're still laughing, and he finds it infectious as he collapses onto you, face buried in your shoulder.

he pushes himself up, hovering over you when he smiles. "hi." he keeps the card tight within his grasp. "i'm gonna burn it."

"i'll buy it from you."

"not a chance." his gaze flickers down to your lips. "but... i could be bribed--"

"oh my god, you big dork." you snort, "i'm not making out with you when your parents can come home any second, you dweeb."

he leans back, eyes twinkling as he teases you. "just a peck? and you're the one in love with me, you know. what does it say about your tastes if i'm a dork--"

you just pull him in by the front of his shirt, kissing him to shut him up (he loves teasing you and how flustered you get). he smiles into it, a hand cradling your face as he lets out a quiet hum...

only to immediately yank from you away the minute he hears the doorknob jostle, feeling like an embarrassed teenager all over again.

over it october. no energy november. defeated december..