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I love sub Yunho omg he’s so perfect
It’s ok~ Mommy likes needy little sluts anyway.
😈😈😈😈 YES SHE DOES
MDNI 18+ BLOG -> ageless blogs and minors WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing ✭ sub!yunho x fem!reader
synopsis ✭ he just wants you to come home. he misses you so so much. but you left your panties on the bed...so maybe he'll be okay.
content/genre ✭ smut 18+ MDNI (warnings below the cut)
word count ✭ 1k
notes ✭ this is just a bit of contrast from yesterday 👀
warnings ✭ smut, panty sniffing ☺️, mommy kink, sub yuyu, dirty talk (mc calls yunho a whore & slut), masturbation
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He knew he shouldn’t call you in the middle of the day. You were out with friends, getting lunch and shopping. He didn’t need to be by your side at every waking moment…but actually he did.
The bed felt so cold without you. No amount of blankets could replicate your touch. But he needed to let you be. It was noon anyway. He should probably get out of bed.
So…he called you. And it rang. And rang. And rang until eventually the tune faded and he was left with his own wildy impure thoughts. He could stop think about you. How good you had smelt after you’d spritzed your perfume in the bathroom. How good your legs had looked under that skirt. How gently you’d kissed him before you left.
Pressing a hand to his chest and pressing your freshly glosses lips to his own, “Be a good boy for me while I’m gone, okay?”
He’d only nodded breathlessly before retreating to your bed and burying himself in your fluffy blankets. Bringing one of them up to his face and inhaling the scent of your shampoo and fabric softener that clung to the fabric. He could already feel himself getting unbearably hard.
And when you hadn’t picked up, he’d only gotten more and more needy. When he tossed his phone down next to him, though, he caught something out of the corner of his eye.
Fuck.
You’d left a pair of panties on the bed. The one’s you had just changed out of before you left. The light blue fabric printed with little bows was taunting him.
He should put them in the laundry. Clean them for you. And let you kiss him on the forehead and call him a good boy for helping you out.
But they were so close. It was just be so easy to take them. Keep them. Hide them in a special place. He should’ve felt more guilty. Where was that nervous knot in his stomach that kept him from doing stupid shit? Was this a boundary he really wanted to cross?
He reached across the bed and pinched the waistsband, caressing the fabric with his thumb, dragging them closer to him. “Fuck,” he groaned softly as he gingerly picked them up.
It was so wrong of him. Why was he acting this way? Like some kind of sex-depraved creep. He was your boyfriend for fucks sake. You buried his cock deep in your pussy nearly every day. Riding him and draining him dry. Leaving him a babbling whimpering mess every night before kissing his cheeks and caressing his hair until he inevitable fell asleep in your arms.
And was here returning the favor by burying his nose in your panties, whimpering at the scent of you left on them. He finally pulled his aching cock out of his shorts (he always forwent underwear in the house). The precum leaking out of the tip was more than enough to lube himself up as he teased himself. Starting the pumps painfully slow. Grazing a finger over the underside.
He was a whining mess. Whimpering into your panties, picturing you sitting on his face. He imagined you breathing in his ear.
I thought you were gonna be my good boy?
No? You’re gonna be a little whore, aren’t you.
It’s ok~ Mommy likes needy little sluts anyway.
He shuttered at the thought of your breath on his neck. Degrading him just like he deserved, “Hmmm, mommy,” he whimpered, “‘M sorry–fuck–’m sorry mommy.”
The words came out as barely coherent babbles he choked out between breaths. Pumping his cock despreatly and irratically in his fist just to get a fraction of the feel of you.
He brought the panties down to his cock and rolled over onto his stomach. He gripped your pillow for dear life, moaning and sobbing into it as he furiously jerked himself off. The control he had over himself was wearing thin. He kept grinding into your mattress, too. Trying to give himself just a little more friction.
It was so overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. Everything smelt like you. The pillow, the sheets, the blankets tangled between his legs. But nothing felt quite like you. Not his fist, not the panties, not anything he could get himself.
The whimpers come out as he aimlessly begged, “Need you. Mmm…need you so bad.” His grip on his cock tightened as he felt himself get closer, “Need mommy’s pussy. Hah–please.”
He imagined you chuckling at him. Condescendingly telling him that, “Mommy’s right here. You have mommy’s pussy.” You’d grip his cheek between your fingers, “Don’t tell me you need more?” And you’d pout out your bottom lip as his eyes welled up with tears, “Baby boy can’t get off by himself, can he? Needs some help?” And he’d nod desperately. He’d have no resolve, no dignity left. Just an empty head filled with the desire to cum.
The more he thought about your dirty words the closer he got. So so so close. “Please please please,” he whined, “Mommy please let me cum. ‘M your good boy. Please–’m a good boy.”
And just the thought of you telling him, “Go ahead baby. Cum for mommy,” made him cum. A lot. All into your panties and over your sheets and he shook unnder your blankets. Sobbing into your pillows.
When he collapsed fully into your pillows, he had to take a few minutes to catch his breath. Trying to realize what had just happened. He pulled you blanket up to his neck snuggling further into your bed.
His phone buzzed next to him. And he groaned as he stretched over to grab it. Only to see a text from you.
angel 🤍: what happened to being my good boy yuyu?
angel 🤍: i can’t leave you at home for a few hours without you breaking the rules, can i?
What the fuck? He clicked out of the chat quickly to check his call log. And there it was.
You’d been on the phone the whole time.