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Y'all it's SEONGHWA's BIRTHDAY 💌

I hope you shine brighter than the brightest star 🌟💌💌

YUNHO's SMILE OMG OMG OMG

How tf is the girl so calm and relaxed,, I bet I would've passed out sksk

Istg I would start crying if he smiled at me like that .

IM GONNA DIE ALONE¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯

Who said YEOSANG isn't HOT

FALLING - HARRY STYLES (BY. HONG) ✨

istg I started crying when he started singing that. Also Hongjoong loves PANIC! AT THE DISCO, 21 PILOTS and FALL OUT BOYS OMG I'm in love❤️

This is the cutest gif ever

I don't make the rules ✋

Heart nutted too much

This edit is everything omg

The number of body rolls omg I CAN'T

ngl this is sexy

HALA HALA SOLO MOTION by Yeosang

©® to owner

Golden retriever pt1

Okay listen, Yunho in this yellow hoodie makes me smile like an idiot so I thought I’d post it

love is stored in...jeong yunho 😌✨💞💖💝💘

[9:33 AM]

monday mornings always suck, but they definitely suck more when you have to stand outside in the freezing weather as you wait for your bus to arrive.

lucky for you, you’ve got yunho by your side as company, but you’re both shivering and there seems to be nothing you can do about it, judging by the way goosebumps cover your skin even beneath a thick hoodie. yunho’s thick hoodie, to be more specific, because you steal them every chance you get.

he doesn’t mind at all; he actually thinks you look unbelievably adorable in his clothes that are way too big for you, but he’d never tell you that. he’s simply too shy. in fact, he’s already blushing solely because you look so small and cuddly right now.

“god, why does it have to be so cold?” you whine, jumping from foot to foot as you try to warm up your freezing body. “I’m starting to think my nose is gonna fall off!”

he pets your head as if you’re a child, or perhaps a small dog, and he laughs at your antics. “it’s not that cold,” he argues.

“yunho, I can see my breath! you know it’s real when you have to become a fucking dragon to survive the weather,” you insist, making him laugh again, and he keeps laughing every time he looks at you still bouncing around like a funky little molecule. you think it’s the cutest thing ever because his whole face seems to light up and his eyes sparkle like the pretty anime boy he is.

when he catches you staring at him, totally in a daze because holy shit he is so precious, he covers his mouth with both hands and continues to giggle. you can feel the butterflies in your stomach going haywire, and you nervously twiddle your thumbs.

“look at you, laughing at my suffering! next time you’re cold, don’t even bother asking for cuddles. seriously.” you look away and huff, but both of you know it’s just a bit of teasing - you could never resist a good cuddle session with your best friend. he’s like a big teddy bear, except he’s naturally very warm so he’s kind of like a hot water bottle, too.

“sorry, you just kind of remind me of one of those car sale noodle-arm wavy guys. you know the ones I mean?” one look at your expression tells him you know exactly what he means, and he can’t help the next round of giggles that escape him.

some times passes (though not without a few more remarks and several giggle outbursts) and your bus has still not arrived. it’s a good thing you’re not in a rush, because it doesn’t seem like it’ll be showing up any time soon.

”if I’d known we would have to wait this long, I would’ve brought my whole bed with me,” you complain, leaning your head against his shoulder - well, more accurately his arm because you can’t quite reach his shoulder. “but at least you’re comfy too.”

wordlessly, he slips his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers. you stare down at your hands, eyes wide and finally your face isn’t freezing - in fact, it’s completely burning up.

sure, you guys are pretty comfortable with each other. cuddle sessions, cheek kisses, sometimes you even fall asleep in his bed together. so really, holding hands is quite tame, but something about the way he looks around casually and pays no attention to it makes it feel incredibly domestic, and that thought is both scary and attractive to you.

scary, because you don’t know how to face your feelings for him, since you’ve been friends for such a long time and you’re terrified that making it more than platonic could ruin everything.

attractive, because there’s really no one else in the world you’d rather have this relationship with. you already trust him with everything, your heart included. taking things a step further would just confirm he feels the same way.

you stand there in silence, holding hands with your head resting against his shoulder again. maybe one day you’ll work up the courage to tell him how you feel.

[10:02 PM]

the rain feels icy against your skin, but it only serves to amplify the warmth of yunho’s hand against your waist. his other hand is holding yours, raised as you twirl and sway together.

there’s no music playing, but you don’t need it; you simply dance to the sound of the water falling to the ground and your own laughter as it fills the air.

“you look stunning, angel, even with your clothes soaked through,” yunho says, his cheeks flushed from the cold rain, “actually, especially like this.”

you giggle as he pulls you towards him, back pressed against the wet button up he’s wearing, and he kisses the top of your head before you move away again.

the moon casts a silver glow over the two of you as you dance in the light, and the droplets of water sitting on yunho’s pretty lashes give his eyes an ethereal sparkle. he looks positively magical, and his bright smile only seems to confirm that theory because suddenly, it feels like you’ve got a thousand butterflies in your stomach.

“yunho,” you call, and when he looks you in the eye, you smile back, “I think I love you. no, I know I do. I know I love you.”

though it became increasingly more obvious each day, you’d never said those three words to each other prior. 

yunho’s eyes widen and he pauses for a moment, just standing there in the rain, but his hands still hold your waist and hand. he steps towards you and you let him close the distance between your lips, eyes slipping shut.

the only sounds you can hear are the rain falling and your heart pounding, and even with the cold water weighing down your clothes, you feel warmer than ever.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips.

you swear you see tears in his eyes when he pulls away, but maybe it’s just the rain.

you know it’s tears, though, because you feel them pricking your eyes too as he twirls you around once more.

title: siren eyes

contents: skater! yunho x drummer! reader. smut, mild angst; college au, skater au, enemies to lovers au, reader is afab, seventeen’s hip hop unit makes an appearance. warnings: profanities, mentions of drug usage, consumption of alcohol. nsfw, switch! yunho, dom! reader, whining, use of pet names (puppy, pretty boy), praise and degradation, edging, begging, oral (m and f receiving), humiliation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls do not practice this) and more :| i am gone.

summary: typical enemies to lovers; he gets jealous, and you decide to fuck him.

word count: 3.8k

note: happy (late) yuyu day! if y’all go feral, blame @hwasrie for this! he chose all the prompts (smut, enemies to lovers and hate sex)! bet y’all thought i was gonna write fluff HA i actually was. then my husband went and gave me these prompts so… welp, the love of my life gets what he wants :] i also put my whole meiussy into this so god forbid it flops

taglist: @yunhoflrtz​​ @tohokuu​ @wooyoung-a​ @ateezinmymind

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sometimes I love to be alone

I have something else I’d love to request, I think you might love it 🫶🏼

I was thinking maybe a Drabble where you suck off yunho before he gets up on stage to perform, because who likes performing with an uncomfortable boner yeah?

Can be short doesn’t have to be a full fic!

OF COURSEEEEE!!

Dick sucking (that’s all fr) and Dominate Yunho 🤭

10 minutes || Jeong Yunho

Hey, could you come here for a moment?” You hear the sound of Yunho calling out from his dressing room.

“Sure, I'll be right there in a minute.” You respond, as you take a final look at the clothing layout you set out for Seonghwa for the upcoming concert happening in 10 minutes.

You walk into the dressing room and your eyes are immediately drawn to the sight of Yunho. He's standing there in front of you, looking a bit flushed and agitated.

At first sight you don’t even notice the clear sign of his arousal happening in front of your eyes.

After standing there for a bit longer, he breaks the silence telling you clearly what he wants. “Come on princess, look down you know what you gotta do for me.”

The slight demand and conviction comes out in a soft but firm tone, leaving you feeling like you can’t say no to him.

“Knees.” His tone becomes more demanding and forceful as before watching you get on your knees for him without hesitation.

Him being pleased by your submission, his face can't hide the smile he has on it. He enjoys the control he has over you, and loves the fact that you're submitting to him completely.

As he starts unbuckling his pants, your gaze is locked onto his crotch. You can feel your breathing becoming shallow and mouth watering.

As he pulls down his pants, his thick, hard cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face. You can feel the warmth of his shaft as it brushes against your cheek, and the smell of his arousal fills her nostrils.

The precum dripping from the tip of his cock catches your eye. It's a clear sign that he's ready for you.

“Come on princess we don’t have all day.” As he speaks in a rushing tone, you feel a tingle of excitement running through your body.

Without further prompting, you take his cock into your mouth.

Your lips wrap tightly around his cock as you begin to bob your head up and down, creating a wet, slurping sound. You take more of him into your mouth with each downward stroke, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Your cheeks hollow, taking him deeper, and your throat working to accommodate his girth. He grabs fistfuls of your hair, pulling gently as he loses control. “Just like that princess, just like that.” His hips begin to buck, meeting her rhythm as he pushes further into your mouth.

His cock fills your senses, and you can feel him getting closer to his climax just from the sound of his high pitched whines filled with desperation and neediness.

“I'm so close princess, don’t stop.” His moans grow louder, more urgent, as you continue to pleasure him. His body tenses, and you know he’s about to cum. You take him deeper.

His hips buck wildly against your face as he loses control, with his seed spurting into your mouth.

He lets out a long, down out moan of pleasure, “Fuck-”

As he regains his senses, you slowly release his cock from your mouth, making a soft popping sound as you pull off.

You look up at him, lips glistening with his cum, and smiles "All done." You lean in and press a gentle kiss to his still-hard cock,

a member of the staff is calling from the other side of the door, and you can tell by their tone that it's something urgent.

“YUNHO IT'S TIME FOR THE SHOW.”

Handle it

February Filth Fest : Day Six

Jeong Yunho x fem reader

a/n: this photo has me in a CHOKEHOLD I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT

"C'mon, cry for me."

(>ᴗ•)genre:

smut w/a little plot, smidge of angst

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, dacryphilia, fighter yunho, established relationship, reader in a dress, (a)non-sexy slap, pet names (baby,yuyu&angel,honey), semi-public, manhandling, fingering, make out, praise, unprotected(👎), forehead touches(👍)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

You storm into the locker room, uncaring of the men who give you strange stares and make your way to the familiar mop of damp hair. "Jeong Yunho!" He sits up straight as he hears your voice, closing the cap of his water bottle. "Hey, I'm talking to you, dick face!"

Other men in the room let out various 'ooh's as you push your boyfriends shoulder. He barely moves, but it's the thought that goes into it to show him how angry you are. He stands slowly and goes to take his gloves off when you slap him across the face.

"Damn!" A fellow fighter exclaims. You point at him with a death stare, silently saying: 'watch it, or you're next.'

"Honey..." Yunho starts.

"Don't 'Honey...' me! I'm about to whoop your ass! You are such an idiot, Yunho. You know that? You know you're a fucking dumba-" It's his turn to cut you off, grabbing you up by your waist and carrying you over his shoulder. He carries you, screaming, all the way to showers.

He scans the room and when he finds it empty, he locks the door and lowers you down.

You let your angry facade fall, tears quickly building up as you look up at him. "Did he hurt you? It really looked like he hurt you and I told you the next time you let someone mess you up that I oug-"

"I'm ok. I promise." He helps you sit on one of the metal benches, squatting down in-front of you, placing his chin in his hands and looking up at you. "I promise."

There's a moment of pause before you begin ranting again, tears falling quickly. "Well, are you sure? It looked like he hit you really hard, and you were coughing so hard you could barely take him down and I just want to make sure. Maybe I should make you an appointment with-"

"Honey," he uses his teeth to release the velcro on one of his gloves and shakes it off, cupping you face in the next second. "It's just a bruise."

"Let me see."

"I-"

"Let me see it. It's just a bruise, right?"

He stands, letting you take his other glove off as he lifts his shirt slowly. You hold his hand gently as he whines, looking up at him in worry. "My poor Baby," you whisper.

"You can't even see it, Angel."

"You want me to kill him? I can sneak attack real well."

He lifts his shirt just above his rib cage, exposing the forming bruise over it. It's red and angry, surrounded by older bruises. Tears free fall down your face, and he wipes them away. "Yunho, you're going to get really hurt one day."

"I'm a big boy, I can handle it."

You lean forward slowly and graze your lips over his wound, making him shiver. No matter how many times you 'kiss it better', he falls head over heels all over again ever time. "Did it crack?" You ask before leaving another ghost of a kiss, hands finding purchase on his hips.

He shakes his head, hand weaving into your hair as you kiss around it. "I'm okay, Honey. Really. I promised you I would tell you if I got hurt like that again. I'm gonna keep that promise."

He doesn't know what it is. Your kisses, light as feathers? Your words, so caring and full of love? Your tears, warm as they drop into his exposed leg? His body, full of left over adrenaline?

Whatever it is- he's slowly becoming hard.

As you look up, tears full of tears and glazed over with concern, he determines that it's all of the above.

"Y'know, he got a few licks in on my face. Gonna kiss that better too?"

You tug him down and crawl over his lap, laughing lightly as you feel his bulge under his fight shorts. "How many times is this gonna happen, Baby? You can't keep fucking me in the shower room."

"Why not?" He smirks, hands roaming up and down your back. "You never seem to complain, especially when you're creaming on my cock."

"Yunho!" You slap his arm with a gasp.

"Oh, c'mon," he laughs with his head back, "like that's the worst thing I've said about you on my dick."

You cut him off with your lips on his, moaning as you grind down on his lap. You lick at his lips, pulling away with a devilish smile as he opens his mouth.

His eyes still closed, he holds your forehead to his as you both breath heavily. "You trying to get back at me?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"Maybe." He opens his eyes and meets yours, seeing your tears slowing. "Want to fuck you so bad." He tugs the skirt of your dress up and bundles it up in one of his hands, the other dipping into your panties. "Can I?" He asks as his teases around your entrance.

"Fuck, yeah." You speak before taking his lips in fervent kiss. This time, he opens his mouth immediately. As his fingers ease into you, you take the opportunity and explore his mouth. Even if your done it a million times before: it always leaves your breathless. You lick over his teeth before pulling away, bringing his lower lip with you briefly. "C'mon, go faster, Baby. I can handle it."

"You sure?" When you nod, his finger increase their speed ten-fold. You bite into his shirt to block your moans, knowing all too well these walls are not sound proof. His fingers scissor around inside you, stretching you out deliciously. He lets your long dress fall down around your hips, using the previously occupied hand to pull your head away from his neck roughly and making you face him. He brings you impossibly close, his head against yours and your air becoming the same. "You take it so good, don't you? Feels so good?"

"Yes, Yuyu, feels so good," you whimper quietly, to his dismay. He brings his fingers together and curls them right up on your g-spot, making you cry out. He smirks as you bite down on your lip, fresh tears brewing in your eyes.

"C'mon, cry for me." You do, tears falling quickly as he asuslts your g-spot relentlessly. "Always so fucking pretty like this. So fucked out that all you can do is cry. My sensitive Angel."

"Yun-Yunho, stop." His fingers still inside of you, holding your face impossibly closer. Before he can even question you, you speak between your deep breaths. "I want you to fuck me already."

He lifts you up with one arm under your ass and the other around your head to protect it as he pushes you onto the tile wall. "So needy," he moans out as he tears your underwear away. In no time at all, he's sliding himself into you, whining into your neck as your warmth engulfs him. He stills inside of you to give you time to adjust, but you're having none of that.

"Jesus, Yunho," you pant, wrapping your legs around his hips and leaning you head into his shoulder. "Fuck me already, fuck me good and hard. I can handle it."

He doesn't take your words with a grain of salt, he starts hard and fast, licking up your tears and moaning at the salty taste. Neither of you bother to hide your moans, loud and proud of how good he's fucking you. "Goddamn," he purrs, "always like a fucking dream."

His words only make you louder, clenching around him like a vice as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly. "Yunho, Yunho, god! Fuck! Baby, please don't stop!" He doesn't, his hips keep a steady, ruthless rhythm as he kisses up every tear that slips past your waterline. "Good fucking god. Good god, Yunho!"

"That's it, Angel." He praises as his hips slow, "so good for me." He pressed his body up against your to hold you in place, hands slipping around you and holding you just under your ribs, rubbing slow circles as you descend back to Earth. "You're so beautiful," he says softly, licking up your hot, salty cheek. "So precious," he repeats with the other. Your death grip on his shoulders lowers to a soft embrace as your body shakes from after shocks.

Wordlessly, his hips pick up speed again. "Ah! Please, sensitive... Sensitive, Baby."

He coos, leaning down and kissing you before speaking with a smirk.

"I thought you could handle it?" He slams his hips into yours, holding you close. "Can't you, Angel?"

"Yes, yes, I can take it! I can take it, Yuyu," you wrap your fingers in the back of his hair to ground yourself as he sets a deep and erratic pace. "I can, Baby, don't stop!"

"Good, I'm gonna make you fucking squirt this time."

The night we met

February Filth Fest : Day Eleven

Jeong Yunho x fem reader

a/n: this is probably the sweetest thing i've ever wrote

"Can't wait to marry you."

✫彡wordcount: 1.8k

(>ᴗ•)(¯ ³¯)♡genre:

smut , teeth rotting fluff

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents:

not edited, breeding/impregnation, established relationship, cunnilingus,fingering, hand holding, lots of 'ily', built in size kink(it's yunho,duh), praise, pet names(baby,yuyu& angel,sweetie,sweetheart)

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Baby, foods here!" You yell out to your boyfriend, already pulling out utensils and setting them at the table. "Yunho, I know you hear m- Jesus!"

He's right behind you with a wide grin on his face, hands behind his back. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I have something for you," he ignores your scolding and leaves a peck to your cheek, rocking on his feet. "Close your eyes?"

"Is it alive?"

"No, Angel, it's not alive. Why do you alwa-just close your eyes, damn." You do as he asks with a laugh, leaning your palms against the dining table and waiting patiently as you hear him shuffle around. "Open."

Your heart drops at the sight, breath torn away from you. He's bent down to one knee, hands resting on the other with a small velvety box in the other. He looks up at you with doe eyes, watching your every move. "Yunho..."

"I have a speech." You chuckle at his bluntness, hand over your teary eyes as you shake your head.

"Go ahead, Baby."

He rubs his lips together and looks down at the box, swallowing thickly. "Today is our day-we-met-versary, and so I thought it would be a good day to, ahem, to do this." His eyes trail up and right back down when he sees you're already crying. "Three years ago today, it's really long ago, right?" He laughs nervously, "I forgot everything I was going to say. Fuck, I-"

"Yunho?"

"Huh?"

"Something to ask me?" You crouch down to his level and kneel in-front of him, watching closely as he opens up the box.

"Yup, yes I do! ... Will you marry me?"

"Yes! You fucking doofus!" You tackle him to the floor in a tight embrace, kissing at every part of his face as he laughs. He lifts up your hand and slides the ring over your finger, leaving a kiss over it. "You're gonna be my husband," you cry happily, "my husband. Oh, who's Yunho? He's my husband. What!? What the fuck!" You gasp loudly, sitting up. "I'm going to be your wife! We're- holy shit. Oh, Baby!" You kiss his head aggressively with a loud smooch, leaning your head against it when you pull away.

"My wife," he whispers. "Who's she? That's my wife! Ah, Angel, I love you!" He mimics your words, spilling out endless amounts of 'wife' and 'fuck' and 'wow'. "I love you so much."

You finally take a moment to look at the ring and you smile, cupping his face and leaning impossibly closer. "I love you. Can't wait to marry you. Can't wait to... I'm so happy." You lock you lips on his, clashing together like it's your last moments on the planet. It's all teeth and tongue and spit as you try to devour one another's very being.

He stands abruptly, hooking his arms around you and pulling you up with him. Your legs wrap around him, lips never leaving his neck as he slowly makes his way to your shared bedroom. Even as you lower onto the mattress, you leave a never ending stream of kisses to his jaw and cheeks.

He cradles your head in his arms, reveling in the feeling of your gently lips against his flushed skin. "Gonna fucking marry you," he speaks like he can't believe it. And truly, he has a hard time doing so. He's loved you for three years, and now he's going to have you as his in every way there is. "My wife." He whispers against your hair, leaving a chaste kiss. "The love of my life." He tangles his hand in your hairs roots tenderly as you suck at his sweet spot. "All mine."

He runs his hand up and down your leg, feeling up your exposed skin. The other hand keeps him propped up form crush you under him as you begin unbuttoning his pajama shirt.

He slips down before you can get far, though. Hands pushing open your thighs and laying flat on his stomach, feet dangling off the bed because of his height. Your shorts are gone in the next second. He's faced with the small wet spot on your cotton panties, smirking. He leaves a small peck that leaves you reeling. "So wet and I haven't even touched you." He licks over the dampened spot and looks up to see your hand over your mouth and heated cheeks. "Can I make you cum on my tongue?"

"F- yes, yes. Please, Yuyu."

"So polite, Sweetie." He tugs the down roughly and wraps one of his arms under your hips and spreads your lips with his long fingers. "My polite, little, wife." You moan loudly as his hot mouth comes in contact with your aching cunt. His free hand slips away from your hip bone and begins teasing your entrance with the pads of his fingers tips.

When his long, slender fingers finally begin inching into you, it has you grabbing at the blanket roughly, unable to escape the slow pace as he holds you down. His lips wrapped around your clit, fingers stretching you out, eyes tracking your every move: Yunhos never been so happy. Making his fiancée fall apart with nothing but two fingers and his tongue.

When he begins pushing his fingers apart inside of you, you grab the pillow from behind your head and slam it over your face with a drawn out whine. He chuckles against you, making your hips twitch in his hold. "S-shit. So good, Yunho."

"So good?" He mumbles against you before lapping his tongue up and down your clit.

"Yes! So, so good. Gonna make me cum, you're gonna- ah!" He doesn't let up, rhythmically scissoring his fingers open and closed and curling them up. "Baby, Baby! Please!"

"You're gonna cum just from my fingers, Angel?"

"Yes! God, yes! Please let me, please," you let out a drawn-out, high pitched cry into the pillow. The moment his hand slips away from you hip to grab the pillow, your hips are grinding mindless against his fingers. He tosses the pillow to the opposite side of the room and grazes his finger tips over your jaw. The soft gesture makes you clench around him, and he can't help but feel his heart pounding harder. "Please," you ask as you meet his eyes.

"Wanna cum on my husbands fingers." You smile mischievously, but it's wiped away as his pace increases and his lips assault your cunt. You cry out, grabbing his wrist and holding it close to your face as you mumble incoherently.

He leans into you even closer as you clinch around his fingers like a vice and flood his senses with your orgasm. He stills his fingers inside you as you float away and kisses your bud gently.

When you come back to your own body, you slowly release your death grip on his wrist and smile down at him with droopy eyes. "Yuyu..." You begin with a question tone. He hums in response, taking his soaked digits and wiping them on his shirt before he discards it. "Will you fuck a baby into me?"

He's over you in the next second, hovering over you like a predator."What?" His eyes are blown wide, staring down at you like you've just promised him a billion dollars.

"Fuck a baby into me with your big cock." You state shamelessly, bating your eyes before you continue more innocently. "Please, Yuyu?"

"Fuck, Angel," he groans as he leaning into your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth, and even if you two have done this a million times: it still lights you ablaze. "You know... you drive me crazy." He slips his hands under your shirt and lifts you up effortlessly to pull it off you. He kisses your collar bones, whispering how much he loves you all the while.

One of his hands travels down and lifts up your limp hips to grind against him."Fucking crazy for you." You have to steady yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders as he flips the two of you. When you gather your composure, you lift off him and tug his pants down past his hips, letting him kick them the rest of the way off and over the edge of the end to be forgotten as you free his cock. You go to lower your mouth on him, but he catches you by your jaw before you can get that far.

"Just fuck me," he pleads. "Don't want to waste a single drop, Sweetheart." It's your turn for your heart to flutter, skipping a beat as his leaking top springs against your cunt.

You spread yourself as he grabs his cock and holds it up for you. You grab on onto his free hand as tightly as you can as he fills you up. You've been with him countless times, but he still stretches you beyond either of your wildest beliefs. He moves his hand from the base of his dick and slides it up your stomach to your tit, grabbing ahold gently as your pelvis' meet. You both let out a unison sigh as his weight settles inside you.

"So big," you whimper, strumming your thumb against the back of his as it wraps around your hand. "Fill me up so good, Yuyu." You praise as you swivel your hips. A broken groan leaves your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you.

"Please, go faster, Sweetie, please."

You lay flat against him and settle your head on his shoulder, leaving a kiss to the tattoo of your lipstick print before you start to work yourself over him. You hold both of his hands and press them on either side of his head as he begins meeting your bounces with thrusts. "My beautiful wife." He chuckles in disbelief, words broken by moans. "Going to fill you up so fucking much, gonna be dripping from you for days." He shakes off one of your hands and slips his between you and to your sensitive clit. "Milk it from me, Sweetie."

And you do. You cum and gush around him, slick building up and making a mess of the base of his cock. He hold you in place as he cums right up in you, crying how much he loves you and how good you're going to look so plumped up with his baby.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and listens to your deep breaths, feeing them against his own heaving chest. "I love you."

"I love you." You mimic," rubbing your shaking hands up and down his arms. "Gonna make you a Daddy."

"Gonna make you a Momma." He smiles wide, rubbing your wild hair back, "wanted to do that since the night we met."

Days In

Jeong Yunho x fem reader

a/n: "star, why are you starting a new series when you alr-" shhhhhhh 🤫

✫彡wordcount: 1.3k

(ಡ‸ಡ)(ﾒ﹏ﾒ)genre: angst, horror, TWD AU

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: you don't have to have seen The Walking Dead to understand this story, it will make sense even if you're going in blind. slow burn. VIOLENCE, death, gore, not edited

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Day One

The room is packed. That much is all you gather. Pushed up against sweaty, loud, strangers with your medical bag held tight to your chest.

You watch the match closely, although for different reasons than the rest. You don't like the violence. But after being cut from your nursing position, you had to take what you could get.

And what you got was a first row place next to the opening of the fighting ring to take care of the injured boxers. Admittedly, it was a good job. They payed you well, especially on days like today when international teams came to compete.

The crowd goes wild as one of the men collapses, and the referee follows him down, holding his hand out to keep the other back. He motions to you, and you come running.

They usually wait to have you treat them until they are off the ring, out of sight for the sake of their pride.

"He isn't breathing," the ref covers his mouth to speak to you, watching the other man intently. Neither of you notice as the crowd gets more hectic, pushing and screaming and collapsing with others viciously attacking them.

You roll up your sleeves and go to start pressing on his chest when he stirs awake, staring at you with glossy white eyes. "Ah, Mister. You passed out in the fight, we'll have to m-"

He cuts you off by flying at you, snarling and swiping at you as you scoot away quickly. His opponent steps in and pulls him away, quickly pushed to the ground and screaming as his neck is bit into.

You feel bolted to the ground, watching the man who was legally dead just moments ago dig his bare hands into another mans gut. Not a single sound can escape your throat, no matter how badly you want to scream and cry. You curse your brain for choosing freeze over flight or fight.

The referee is just as stunned, calling for help on his walkie talkie as he scans the crowd. "Oh god," he mumbles, dropping the device and shattering it.

You follow his eyes and a similar gasp of disbelief leaves you. You barely hear it over the screams. "Dear Jesus."

The entire crowd is either fleeing and pushing others out of their way, or sinking their teeth into each other.

The alarm bells begin ringing, bright red lights flooding your sight. The man isn't fighting back anymore. The ref is pulling at the man to try and stop his feast.

You screech as you feel a pair of hands grab at your back. You're yanked from under the stretching rope and dropped to the ground softly. "Don't eat me, oh God!"

"No, no! I'm not... eat you?" You peek your eyes open and find a tall man in a South Korean teams uniform. He points under the ring, towards the skirt that hides the empty space. "Hide."

Before you can question him, he's on his stomach and crawling under the skirt. You glance around the stadium dumbfounded, watching the horror unfold. Without another thought, you drop to your stomach and scamper under the ring.

It's dark. You can barely make out his figure. He lifts his finger to his lips silently and you take the hint, laying flat and holding a hand over your mouth as you wait for the nightmare to be over.

You peek at him and see his head bowed in prayer, a cross dangling from his hands. You decide it can't do any damage, and close your eyes to join him.

—

Hours later, when you both hear the doors bang open and slam against the walls, you think your saviors have come. And when you hear an authoritative voice boom out for everyone to put their hands up, you breath out a sigh of relief. Before you can crawl out, the man shakes his head and grabs your wrist. "Not yet."

"Not yet? What are- that's the government! Cops! They'll help u-"

The gunshots that bounce off of the walls with the unrelenting siren make you scream, and his eyes shoot wide open. He slaps a hand over your mouth and holds the back of your head with the other, shaking his head frantically and apologizing quietly.

    The loud bangs make your ears ring, and you know he must be feeling it too as he grinds his teeth and groans. You reach and cover your ears before nodding at him.

     He moves his hands away from you, and you bite your lip as it quivers. He slams his hands against his ears and squeezes his eyes shut.

     It seems to go on forever. And when it stops, there's a single man who yells out. "Lock it up!"

    You look to him in a panic, scrambling for the edge of the ring. Just as your hand breeches the skirt, you're yanked back in.

    "Are you stupid? Nobody is alive." He speaks slow and quiet, from the fear or from his little understanding of English, you can't tell. But from the quiver in his voice, you know he's not as unbothered as he seems.

    You knead your brows together and listen to the heavy, precise footsteps head towards the exit. None of them sound like those of someone who's just survived a mass casualty. "Fuck," you whimper quietly, biting down on your finger.

     He looks at your confused for a moment before the doors slam shut. Panic settles deeper in your gut as you hear a drill from the outside.

    "We ha- we have to go! They're sealing the doors shut!"

    He shushes you yet again and slaps his hands on the concrete ground, sliding himself to the edge and peeking out of the skirt- just barely. What he sees is not pretty.

      "You have weak stomach?"

      "Huh?"

      "It is nasty out there. Very."

    "No, no. I just want to get out of here." He nods and slides out fully, crouching down and looking around, holding back a gag of disgust.

     "Come on," he whispers, holding the skirt up for you as he keeps an watchful eye.

You crawl out slowly, holding a hand over your mouth as you see the scene in-front of you. Not a single soul left. Blood staining almost every inch of the floor and splattered up the walls. Bodies which were once people pulled into rough piles of gore.

He speaks lowly in Korean, something that must be a prayer, as he holds his rosary beads tighter.

He steps slowly, avoiding the pooling blood on light feet. He glances back and grabs your hand softly as you stand. "Follow me," he says simply and leads you towards the main door.

"It's blocked," you force out weakly, "we heard them cover it."

"I can open it."

He stops at the metal doors and looks at them for a moment before motioning you forward, leaning his ear against it. You follow his lead and listen carefully.

"Nothing," you whisper, looking at him confused.

"Mhm, nothing..."

He swings the doors open and you come face to face with multiple wooden planks. He steps back, and you follow him, staying in place in shock as he barrels towards the barriers.

He groans as he collides with the wood and you cringe internally as he backs up again, knowing he's not going to stop until he breaks through. What you don't realize is that the mountain of a man can break through multiple wooden planks with just two slams of his body weight.

He seems not to know that either, and is thrown to the ground outside when the wood splinters open.

"Ah, sh-" he mumbles as he rolls to his back.

You step over the last remaining plank and crouch over him, helping him sit. "You hurt yourself!"

He ignores your worry and looks around the street, illuminated by the streetlights and the moon above you. "We have a bigger problem..."

You look up and down the street. He's right. The chaos wasn't confined to the stadium.

—

hii

ive been a reader of yours ever since you posted your february filth fest and i have been craving for a continuation of day fifteen: should i? yungi cause i want a dom! yunho x sub! mingi x sub! reader so bad??? it's okay it you don't want to or can't!

all your works are beautiful, so beautiful 🤧 im gatekeeping it 🤧🤧❤️👏

Should I? - Pt 2

a/n: thank you so much 😭 messages like this help get me through rough days and i appreciate that my works are so well received so far:( i hope you enjoy!

Jeong Yunho x fem reader x Song Mingi

"Calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."

✫彡wordcount: 2.8k

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/o plot

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: picks up where it left off, poly relationship, threesome, cam/streaming AU, unprotected (boo🗣️), toys, hard daddy dom yunho/sub mingi/sub reader, orgasm control, degradation/name calling, overstim, bj, light dacryphilia, scratching, slapping&spanking, sprinkles of size kink, begging, feral mingi (WRAGAGAGA), dp, cream pie, rough, drooling, praise, soooo much dirty talk im sorry, churning butter, i went way overboard yall the yungi brain rot is getting to me, i skimmed over but didn't really edit

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

It's been far too long in this same position for your own sanity.

    Straddled over Yunhos lap with him pounding your insides, giving the digital audience a good view of how your body reacts to his touch as he pulls your hips up and shows the camera how creamy you've made him before slamming them back down on his. Mingi holding your hands and pulling your chest flush to Yunhos as he whispers how bad he wants to be the one up in your guts or the one getting his rearranged by your boyfriend, just loud enough for the mic to pick it up over the lewd noises that your cunt makes.

    The wet squelching makes it all the harder for you to hold back as Yunho tells you not to cum.

     "Be a good Baby and let Daddy cum first," is his exact words as he feels your gummy walls hugging him tighter all of the sudden. Mingi whimpers in tandem with you, if you can't cum than neither can he. And he knows how defiant you are, you could be here all night fighting not to cum before Yunho.

Mingi lets loose your hands and they immediately wrap up in his hair, bringing him over his shoulder to kiss him. You kneel up higher to make sure his face isn't in frame, so Yunho has to lift his hips with more force to keep knocking into your g-spot, his own face hidden in your chest and nipping at the pebbled flesh there.

"Daddy p-"

"No." His simple denial makes you tug at Mingis hair, a loud moan slipping past his lips as he grinds up on Yunhos back. "I don't care how good it feels, you best not cum until I tell you to."

"Fuck, Daddy, please, she deserves it, look at how good she's taking you, you're so big and she's swallowing you whole," he begs for you, nearly drooling on your head as he holds it close to his neck, watching on the screen as Yunho holds himself up on his hands and pumps into you ruthlessly. "Oh fuck, Yu- Daddy, she's so wet, she wants to cum so bad," he nearly slips up as his own brain short circuits, humping his back and clawing at yours.

      He feels your pain, he has empathy as you cry into his neck, "p-please!" Yunho likes to test you both every so often and see just how long you can hold back without releasing until he says so. But he never says so. He goes and goes and fucks and fucks and fucks until you're forced to cum even without permission, taking a sadistic joy in punishing you for inevitably cumming. It doesn't matter if you held out for one hour or five, he still humiliates you for cumming before he does: especially since you've began streaming. It makes his heart and cock soar to the heavens to make his Babies beg for his forgiveness infront of a live audience, asserting his dominance and near ownership of you both.

"Did I stutter? Do as you're told, Princess," he growls into your chest, a smirk growing on his lips as another whimper sounds from the both of you, "and Min?"

"Yes, Daddy?" He responds eagerly, hands sliding from your back to his stomach, sandwiched between your sweaty bodies as they move in a burning lust.

"Stop humping me and go get our Princess' toy," the mention of it has you writhing, pushing on his shoulders and begging to just cum already.

A blush on his cheeks at the fact that the entire 1,036 viewers now know he was grinding on Yunhos back, he slides off the bed and to the dresser on the other side of the room.

A bright pink rabbit vibrator in his hands, he stands just out of frame as Yunho gets a grip on your hips and pulls you off of him with a pop. "Please, please- just let me cum on your cock, I've been so good!" Your pleading doesn't get you any sympathy from your Daddy, and only gets more pings sounding from the laptop.

He flips you off of him, crawling over you and up your body until his wet cock sits on your cheek. The audience can just see your jaw, lips trembling as you open them to speak. "Can I suck?"

They see Mingi crawl between your legs, keeping his head between your thighs to stay hidden from the side view they have. Yunho grabbing the base of his thick member and tapping the leaking tip on your flushed face. Your fingers gripping the sheets as a vibrating sound starts.

"Daddy, n-no, please don't make him, I want to cum so bad, I won't be able to hold back!" His free hand comes down and cups your jaw gently, sliding his thumb into your begging mouth.

"Go ahead, Min."

Your whine of protest dies down when he slips his tip into your mouth, letting you suck at your own pace as he strokes your cheek. It's almost therapeutic, sucking at him like he's the sweetest lollipop on Earth.

And then your own pleasure returns, making your eyes roll back as Mingi presses the head of the vibrating toy into your gaping cunt. The moans you let out around him makes him grip the headboard, pressing his hips down and making you take more. "Be good, Baby. Don't cum, just take it."

    "Mmhmp," the muffled response makes him chuckle deeply, looking over his shoulder at his other baby- who's in a trance watching your cunt swallow the silicone up greedily and clenching when the extension presses onto your clit.

     "Minnie." His head snaps up just as he's going to pull the toy out and start fucking you on it, his hand slipping and pressing it deep into you as he makes eye contact with Yunhos dark gaze.

     "Daddy?"

  "If you make her cum we can fuck however you like, yeah?" It's just a small thing, really. Mingi knows he'll be able to cum his brains out before the session is over- but to do it in his favorite way? His favorite position? He has to grind down on the bed to relieve the throbbing of his member at the very thought.

"I- fuck, really Daddy?" His hands get back to work before he even gets a reply, fucking the toy into you with a new vigor at the promise of his favorite position.

The way you moan and gag around him makes it hard for Yunho to respond -this being his favorite position- but he gives him a simple "Yes, Baby."

     When he turns back to you, looking down at you as he fucks your mouth, your suspicion that he said that just to make you cum without his permission is etched into stone. He smirks as you begin moaning uncontrollably, the smooth silicone and the way Mingi works it in and out of you and the intense vibration on your begging insides and clit makes it all too hard to hold back- but you do. You look up at him defiantly, as mean as you can as you're gagging on his girth.

    "Awwe~" he coos, slapping your cheek lightly, "you keep acting like a brat and I'll take you over my lap right now, I don't care how many people are watching." He pulls his member from your mouth and sits on your chest, nowhere near his full weight but it makes your head fuzzy all the same. The next slap is a tad harder, "you dirty slut, bet you like having an audience, hmm? Like people seeing how good your boyfriends fuck you?"

     "Daddy!" You call out as you pant, slapping his thighs, "please, please! N- cum!" Your moans make Mingi grind down on the bed harder. He's making you feel so good, he can tell. He's watching so close as you leak around the toy and the way your stomach rises and falls quickly as you try and hold back. He holds the extension it off of your clit and replaces it with his warm tongue, a content groan bubbling up his throat that makes you cum on the spot. "Fuck, fuck, Minnie st-ah!"

You squirt on his face in front of all 1,604 viewers, nails digging into Yunhos thighs as your peak hits you, the toy incessantly vibrating against your swollen walls as Mingi laps at your clit like a man starved and Yunhos fat cock leaks against the column of your breast, his weight keeping you still as you writhe. Mingi's big hands grip your hips, making out with your clit as you continue to unravel, the clenching and wetness of your heat making the toy slide out.

He takes advantage of that and latches onto your abused sex, suckling and licking and nibbling everywhere as you come down. "M-minnie, stop it," your voice is small and wavering as overstimulation settles in, but he doesn't care as he swallows up all of your juices eagerly. "Daddy, s'too much, make him stop!" He sits up and off the bed immediately as you tap his thighs, grabbing the back of Mingi's neck and pulling him away, his tongue still lapping even as he yanked away.

     "What a good boy, you were so good you made her cum," his praise goes straight to his neglected length, making him twitch as he leans into his hold, uncaring as he looks like a scolded kitten in the eyes of the viewers. The way your juices flow down his chin and neck, sliding down his heaving, toned chest as he's held back from devouring you makes the chat explode with activity.

      "Fuck now Daddy," he moans breathlessly as he licks his lips clean, "me in her, you in her. Need it." His short, feral words make the both of you realize what he means. It's his all time favorite place to be. In all the places he traveled, his favorite is pressed close to the two of his most prized loved ones in the most intimate way he can think of, in the safety of his home.

    Even before you began streaming some of your sex life, it made him cum immediately every time and his libido through the roof as he begged and begged to stay there and keep fucking just like that for hours on end until his balls were aching and even then some.

Yunho wordless climbs back into bed behind Mingi, pushing him forward as he caresses his hips. A single kiss on his neck has him reeling, falling over you just how the stream had started-

His large frame covering yours, arms wrapped around your head as his cock slips in with the guidance of Yunhos warm hand.

"Slow Baby, you licked our Princess' brain out," he chuckles as he slides his hands over his hips and to your thighs, holding them apart as Mingi begins thrusting in a wild manner- opposite of Yunhos instructions. "Isn't he so big, Babygirl?"

     A simple broken curse is his response, "f-uck!"

    "N'cum, Daddy," Mingi pants, clawing at your head as he fucks as deep as humanly possible, banging against your cervix and nearly painting your womb as Yunho licks the shell of his ear.

    "Stop." It's as if the world stops when Yunho speaks, all movements paused as he uses his authoritative tone. The slapping of skin stops, replaced with both of your heavy breathing and your whimpers.

Mingi growls into your ear, insides burning as he forces his pleasure to a halt, glaring back at Yunho. "Daddy," he bellows, "I need to fuck her."

"You can wait."

"N-"

"Lay back." Despite the clear tension in his body, Mingi rolls off of you and begins fisting himself while your juices are still warm. "Don't cum."

"I want to cum inside of my girlfriend," he snaps back, holding himself back from tackling Yunho as he lifts you away from his side like a rag doll. He knows he's not the one in control, but his instincts are telling him above all else to simply fuck your brains out and then let Yunho do the same to him.

"Ah," Yunhos dark chuckle is so rough compared to how he turns you around to face Mingi and rests your back on his chest, treating you like a porcelain statue as he kneads your breasts in his hands, engulfing them completely, "your girlfriend? Baby-"

"Yes, I want to fucking fill her up."

"Minnie!" You gasp scandalized, like you didn't just squirt on his face for an audience.

"I want my cum dripping out for days, need-"

"Baby!" Yunho yells lowly, shutting him up. "Deep breaths, calm your brat ass down and then we can fuck our girlfriend."

"M'sorry, Daddy." No he's not. He's only speaking his mind- no matter how feral that mind is at the moment. "Want to fuc-"

    "I don't care what whores want." He growls, clearly spotting that his sub-space is slipping away with how badly he just wants to have cum every where. "You were doing so good, Babyboy. You made our little Princess cum, you fucked her for so long earlier- tsk. And here I was thinking I would reward you." He drags his hands all over your body as he speaks, drowning in the both of your fucked out presences so deeply that he forgets you're streaming. "My sweet boy was replaced by a cum whore."

Mingi whimpers loudly, thrown back into the submissive deep end as Yunho makes you crawl over his hips, guiding you down back onto his cock. "Do you want our Minnie-ah to fill you up first before Daddy joins?"

     "Fuck, Princess, please! Please let me!" Mingi grabs at your body roughly, eyes watery as he looks up beggingly.

      "Yea-"

    Yunho slams your hips together, a scream of pleasure ripping through both of you as his fat tip knocks into your deepest insides. "Ah ah, Ming-" One of his hands leaves your hips and cups your mouth quickly, leaving Mingi to his own devices to make himself cum inside of you.

      "Careful, Babygirl," he coos darkly as he holds you in place for Mingis wild and uncoordinated thrusts, muffling all of your moans as your brain goes dumb and makes you yell out their names. "Such a pretty pair," he moans as he watches his hips bang into yours intently, "good fucking sluts for Daddy, hm?"

You can only respond with moaning and drooling into his hand, but Mingi yells out all of your thoughts. "Fuck, shit, yes! Yes, we're good sluts, we're your good sluts, Daddy's good fuck toys!"

All 4,264 viewers watch as he fucks into you harshly one last time, listening as you squeal out muffledly.

A single moment passes before Yunhos cock is prodding at your stretched hole, fucking into you and joining Mingi with a loud grunt. He grabs your hips roughly once again, fucking into your spent cunt with ease.

"P-please, mercy," you call out as you fold onto Mingi, wetness dripping out of you and soaking everything near.

It feels too good, so good. Mingis warm cum lubing up your insides for the intense stretch of the two goliaths you call your boyfriends. Mingi settled against your g-spot as Yunho tries to fuck his way into your guts. Both of their moans and pants and groans, Mingis feral growling as he wraps his big arms around your waist. "No mercy," his voice barely reaches into your fuzzy head.

"Minnie is right, Princess," he speaks with a slap to your behind, "no mercy."

And there was none, they fucked into you until you were a drooling, begging, sopping wet mess. Both of their cum continual mixed into you with their untamed thrusts. Your clit buzzing and ass sore from your Daddy's punishment. Your back covered in scratches from how long gone Mingi was. The laptop was no doubt overheating as it streamed nonstop for over three hours, viewer count now in the hundred thousands and pinging like crazy with donations, even as the three of you slump onto each other tiredly with the last of your brains calling out to one another.

"My Babies," Yunho speaks softly as he massages your red behind tenderly, watching with a fucked out smile as you nibble at Mingis neck lovingly.

"Daddy," the two of you chime together, clinged to each other for dear life as Yunhos thick member moves a fraction of an inch. "Noooo, stay," Mingi whimpers softly, pressing his cock closer to his in the mess of your cunt.

"I'll be back in just a moment, Sweet Boy, take care of our Princess," he leans and kisses both of your heads as he pulls out. He never lets the stream run as he clean you up, as he takes care of you both. That's too intimate to share with the world, too special.

His cock drips all of your fluids on the bed as a final, new ding sounds out. One that you've never heard before.

You all tiredly turn and look, eyes going wide at the notification on the screen. Jaws dropped at the amount a stranger had just gifted.

your.captain tipped $450

Let me join next time ;)

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I think I'm in love with Yunho now

Watching the coachella performance. Yeosang, Yunho and Seonghwa look like they could be the byronic lead main character in a gothic novel. I lowkey need a gothic inspired tv show with them playing brothers it would look so good.