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𝐀 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 ⚾️

➪𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝! 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐱 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➪ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦. 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧.?

➪𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: talking behind another persons back, gossiping

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟓

YUNHO POV

As Yunho wakes up, he stretches, feeling the slight stiffness in his muscles from the previous day. The early morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft patterns on the walls of his bedroom. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing for another day of work. After a quick shower, he dresses in his usual attire—comfortable but professional—then heads to the kitchen for a light breakfast. While sipping his coffee, his thoughts wander back to you and Ye Joon. He can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more he needs to uncover, something that’s just out of reach. He tries to focus on the tasks ahead, but memories of the past keep slipping through the cracks. As he grabs his keys and heads out the door, he wonders if today will bring him any closer to understanding the missing pieces of the puzzle that is his old life and the new connections forming in the present. Yunho locks the door behind him and steps outside, the cool morning air waking him up fully. As he walks to his car, he can’t help but glance at his phone, half-expecting a message or call that will somehow bring clarity to his tangled thoughts. But the screen stays dark and silent. On the drive to work, his mind keeps replaying the moments from yesterday—Ye Joon’s proud smile, your distant gaze, and Wooyoung’s endless theories. He grips the steering wheel tighter, trying to shake off the unease that’s settled in his chest. There’s a nagging question in his mind, one that he hasn’t had the courage to voice out loud: What if the truth changes everything? Arriving at the practice field, he forces himself to focus on the present. The kids need him sharp, and he won’t let them down. But as he steps out of the car, the thought lingers—today might not be the day he finds answers, but he’s getting closer, and that both excites and terrifies him. For now, Yunho pushes those worries aside, greeting the team with a smile. But deep down, he knows that the question of who Ye Joon’s father is will eventually have to be answered.

Date: 6 Years Ago

It was one of those lazy Sunday mornings, the kind where time seemed to stretch and the world outside their bedroom didn’t matter. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The bed was a tangle of blankets and pillows, evidence of a night spent in each other’s arms. Yunho lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on his face, while you were nestled beside him, your head resting on his chest. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, the rhythm soothing and familiar. The sound of your soft laughter filled the room as you playfully teased him about his terrible attempt at cooking dinner the night before. “I swear, if I ever let you near a kitchen again, we might just have to live off takeout forever,” you joked, poking him lightly in the side. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling through his chest. “Hey, I thought burnt pasta was a delicacy in some countries!” “Oh, sure,” you replied with mock seriousness, lifting your head to look at him. “I’ll be sure to book us a trip to wherever that is.” Yunho laughed, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll leave the cooking to you, then. But you have to admit, I’m not so bad at making you laugh.” You smiled, your heart swelling with affection as you looked into his eyes. “Yeah, you’re pretty good at that.” For a moment, neither of you said anything, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. You felt safe and happy, like nothing in the world could touch the little bubble of joy you had created together. Then, out of nowhere, Yunho started tickling you, causing you to burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Yunho! Stop! I can’t breathe!” you gasped between fits of giggles, trying and failing to squirm away from him. He finally relented, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you again. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But only because I love that smile of yours too much.”Catching your breath, you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with happiness. “You’re impossible, you know that?” “And yet, you’re still here,” he teased, his smile softening as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice filled with all the love you felt for him. “I’m still here.”

As Yunho sat at his desk, lost in thought and memories of the past, the sound of footsteps approaching broke through his reverie. Before he could fully snap out of his thoughts, a familiar voice called out. “Earth to Yunho!” Wooyoung grinned, waving a cup of coffee in front of his face. “You look like you could use this.” Yunho blinked, pulling himself back to the present. He hadn’t even noticed the time passing. “Thanks, Wooyoung,” he said, taking the coffee gratefully. “You were really zoned out there,” Wooyoung observed, leaning against the desk. “Thinking about someone special?” Yunho sighed, taking a sip of the coffee. The warmth of the drink helped ground him, but the thoughts of you still lingered in the back of his mind. “Yeah…something like that.” Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, clearly interested but sensing that Yunho didn’t want to go into too much detail. Instead, he opted for his usual lighthearted approach. “Well, whoever she is, you better snap out of it and focus, buddy. We’ve got a busy day ahead, and I can’t carry all the charm and good looks around here by myself.” Yunho chuckled despite himself, shaking his head. “You’ve got a point. Let’s get to it.” As they both settled into the day’s tasks, Yunho couldn’t help but feel grateful for Wooyoung’s timing. His friend’s antics might be a little over the top at times, but he always knew how to bring a bit of lightness to even the heaviest of days. And for now, that was exactly what Yunho needed.

At practice, Ye Joon was full of energy. He loved baseball—every throw, every swing, every cheer from his teammates. Today felt different, though. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he felt even more motivated than usual. As Coach Yunho and Coach Wooyoung gave them tips and instructions, Ye Joon soaked it all in. He wanted to make his mom proud, but there was something about Coach Yunho that made him want to give it his all even more. Maybe it was the way he talked to him, or how he seemed to understand what Ye Joon was thinking without him having to say a word. After a particularly good throw, Coach Wooyoung came over, clapping him on the back. “Nice one, Ye Joon!” he said with a grin. “Hey, by the way, I heard a rumor—you got any secrets you want to share with your old coach?” Ye Joon looked up at him, his face lighting up with a mischievous smile. He put his index finger to his lips and whispered, “It’s a secret, Coach! Only me and Mom know!” Then, with a playful wink, he ran off to join the other kids, leaving Wooyoung laughing behind him. As practice went on, Ye Joon felt the weight of his secret, but in a good way. He knew something special that no one else did—something that made him feel important. And as he looked over at his mom, sitting in the bleachers with a proud smile on her face, he knew that whatever secrets they had, they were safe with her. Ye Joon’s eyes darted to the stands once more, and he spotted his aunt waving excitedly beside his mom. She had come to every practice lately, cheering just as loudly as his mom. He felt even more energized knowing that both of them were there, supporting him. Auntie always brought him snacks after practice, and he could already imagine the treat she’d have waiting today. As he waited for his next turn at bat, he could hear her voice over the crowd. “You got this, Ye Joon!” she called out, her smile as bright as his mom’s. It made him feel like a superstar. When he finally hit another solid shot, sending the ball soaring across the field, he could hear both his mom and aunt celebrating together. They jumped up, high-fiving each other, and Ye Joon couldn’t help but laugh as he rounded the bases. After practice, as he ran toward them, he saw his aunt holding out a bag of his favorite snacks. “Great job, superstar!” she said, ruffling his hair as he took the bag. “Thanks, Auntie!” Ye Joon beamed, feeling on top of the world with both his mom and aunt there to cheer him on. As practice wrapped up, all the parents and children gathered near the field. The air buzzed with excitement as Wooyoung and the other coaches stepped forward, calling everyone’s attention.

“Alright, everyone!” Wooyoung began, clapping his hands to quiet the chatter. “Listen up, because we’ve got some exciting news. Next week, we have a big game coming up. And if we win, guess what?” He paused, grinning as the kids leaned in closer, their eyes wide with anticipation. “We get to go on a trip!” The kids erupted in cheers, their faces lighting up with excitement. Ye Joon’s eyes grew wide as he looked up at his mom and aunt, who smiled back at him, just as thrilled. The idea of a team trip added an extra layer of motivation for everyone.“We don’t know where we’re going yet,” one of the other coaches added with a wink, “but I promise it’ll be something special. So, make sure you’re all practicing hard this week!” The parents exchanged amused glances, some already discussing the logistics of the possible trip. The kids, meanwhile, were buzzing with energy, talking about how they were going to train even harder to ensure the win. Ye Joon looked up at his mom, tugging at her sleeve. “Mom, do you think we’ll win?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement and determination. She smiled down at him, ruffling his hair. “I know you’ll do your best, Joonie. And no matter what, we’ll be there cheering you on.” As Yunho observed the interaction between Ye Joon and you, he couldn’t help but smile. The way Ye Joon’s face lit up with excitement, and the warmth in your eyes as you encouraged him, stirred something deep inside Yunho. It was a scene that felt both familiar and distant—like a glimpse into a life he once imagined but never fully had. Seeing you with Ye Joon, your bond so natural and strong, brought back memories of when things were simpler between the two of you. For a moment, all the worries, questions, and uncertainties faded away, replaced by the quiet contentment of watching this small, precious moment unfold. Yunho’s smile lingered as he turned his attention back to the kids, his heart feeling a little lighter yet still weighed down with what could have been.

As the field cleared out and the other parents and children began to leave, Yunho lingered, organizing the last of the equipment. He overheard two moms standing near the bleachers, their conversation shifting to you. “Did you hear about Y/N?” one of them said, her tone laden with gossip. “I heard she might be messing around, and some say she might not even know who Ye Joon’s real father is. There’s even a rumor that Ye Joon could be her sister’s child.” The other mom nodded in agreement. “It’s just strange how private she is. Maybe she’s hiding something. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s pretended to be something they’re not.” The remarks stung, but Yunho’s concern for you and Ye Joon overpowered his initial shock. He walked up to them, his expression serious. “Excuse me,” he said firmly, “but it’s not okay to talk about someone like that. Ye Joon deserves to have his family’s privacy respected, and you have no right to spread such rumors. For all you know, Ye Joon’s father could be someone who works hard to support him and Y/N.”

The two women glanced at each other, taken aback. One of them asked, “Are you the father, then?” Yunho was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by the direct question. He quickly shook his head. “No, I’m not.” The woman smirked. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her tone dripping with skepticism. Yunho felt a mix of frustration and sadness. “I don’t want to hear any more of this. It’s not acceptable to gossip about someone’s private life. You should treat others with the same respect you’d want for yourself. Please don’t let this happen again.” Seeing the gravity in Yunho’s demeanor, the women reluctantly agreed. They nodded, mumbling apologies, and quickly walked away. Yunho watched them go, feeling a mix of relief and lingering frustration. He hoped that by standing up for you, he had done something positive—something that might start to mend the distance between him and the life he had left behind.

As the weekend rolled around, you, Ye Joon, and your sister decided to tackle the grocery shopping together. The aisles were bustling with shoppers, and the three of you navigated the crowded space, chatting and picking out items for the week. In the midst of your shopping, Yunho happened to walk into the same grocery store. As he made his way through the aisles, he spotted you and your sister a few rows over. Just as he was about to approach and say hello, a tall man with a warm smile and an easy demeanor came up to you.

“Hey, Ye Joon! Hi, Y/N! Hi, Jihyun!” the man greeted, his voice cheerful. Ye Joon ran up to him with excitement. “Mingi!” he exclaimed, hugging the man tightly. Yunho stopped in his tracks, his curiosity piqued. He watched as Mingi interacted with you and your sister, noting the friendly and familiar nature of their conversation. The way Ye Joon clung to Mingi and the ease with which Mingi spoke to you gave Yunho pause. As Yunho observed from a distance, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He noticed how Mingi seemed to be an important figure in Ye Joon’s life, though Yunho couldn’t quite piece together the exact relationship. The affectionate interaction between Mingi and Ye Joon affection towards each other was very questionable like their were a son and father duo. Yunho’s thoughts swirled with questions and unspoken regrets. As he continued to watch from afar, he felt an increasing sense of longing and a subtle pang of envy. The sight of Mingi’s easy rapport with you and Ye Joon only deepened Yunho’s feelings of what could have been, leaving him to reflect on his choices and the path his life had taken.

Yunho’s heart ached with a blend of envy and regret as he watched the interaction between you, Ye Joon, and Mingi. From his hidden spot, he observed Mingi’s effortless ease with your family, the way Ye Joon beamed at him, and how comfortable and natural everything seemed. Mingi’s presence brought a warmth to the moment that Yunho felt he had missed out on.He saw how Mingi gently guided Ye Joon through the grocery store aisles, making him laugh with playful banter. The sight of you and your sister chatting with Mingi, clearly at ease and familiar with him, only deepened Yunho’s sense of exclusion. He envied the way Mingi seemed to fit into your lives so seamlessly, providing a comfort and stability that Yunho felt he had failed to offer. The affectionate way Ye Joon interacted with Mingi, calling him by name and hugging him with genuine affection, tugged at Yunho’s heart. It made him question his own choices and the opportunities he had lost. He couldn’t help but wonder if he had been too late, if there was still a place for him in your lives. As Mingi said his goodbyes and left, Yunho remained behind, lost in thought. The sight of you and Ye Joon walking away together, content and happy, left him grappling with a deep sense of regret. He envied the relationship between Mingi and you, feeling the sting of missed moments and wondering if he could ever bridge the gap that had grown between him and the family he had once hoped to have. With game day 1 day away, the atmosphere becomes electric. Yunho can’t shake the feeling that this game could change everything—for the team, for Ye Joon, and perhaps for his own life as well. He notices how Mingi seems more integrated into your life, and the envy he feels gnaws at him, a constant reminder of what he lost. Every time he sees Ye Joon practicing, he can’t help but wonder about the connection between you, your son, and Mingi.

Your sister, always the supportive one, keeps things light-hearted, but even she can sense the unspoken tension. You find yourself caught between the excitement of the upcoming game and the unresolved emotions that seem to bubble up whenever Yunho is around. Every interaction, every glance exchanged, seems to carry a weight that wasn’t there before. As the days tick by, Yunho wrestles with whether to finally address the questions that have been eating away at him. He knows he needs to focus on the team, but the lines between his personal and professional life blur more and more with each practice. The closer the game gets, the more Yunho realizes that he’s not just fighting for a win on the field—he’s fighting for clarity, closure, and perhaps a second chance. After practice, Ye Joon is full of energy, despite the long session. His little legs move quickly as he runs toward you with a wide grin on his face. “Mama, did you see me? I hit the ball really far today!” he exclaims, his excitement contagious. You smile warmly, crouching down to his level. “I saw, baby! You did amazing. You’re getting better every day.” His aunt ruffles his hair playfully, adding, “You’re going to be a star, Ye Joon. Just like your favorite player!” Ye Joon beams, his confidence soaring. As you all gather his things and prepare to head home, you notice how he can’t stop talking about the upcoming game. “If we win, we get to go on a trip! Coach Wooyoung said so!” he says excitedly, bouncing on his toes. As you buckle him into his seat, you can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “We’ll be cheering for you the loudest,” you promise, giving him a kiss on the forehead. On the way home, Ye Joon chatters non-stop about practice, the game, and even Mingi, who has been helping him with some extra practice sessions. His excitement is infectious, and by the time you reach home, you can’t wait to see him shine on game day. At dinner, the atmosphere is cozy and filled with warmth as you, Ye Joon, and your sister sit around the table. The scent of the meal fills the air, and the clinking of utensils is accompanied by light-hearted conversation. Ye Joon excitedly recounts his practice, his voice animated as he talks about his friends and the upcoming game.

Your sister smiles as she listens, occasionally chiming in with a joke or question, making Ye Joon laugh. You can’t help but feel a sense of contentment, watching your little family interact so naturally. After dinner, you and your sister clear the table, while Ye Joon goes to grab his favorite bedtime story. Once the kitchen is clean, you move into the evening routine—preparing Ye Joon for bed. He eagerly brushes his teeth, and you help him into his pajamas, all while your sister tidies up his room. As you tuck him in, Ye Joon pulls out the storybook, holding it up with a sleepy smile. “Can you read it to me, Mama?” he asks softly, his eyes already drooping. You sit beside him, smoothing his hair as you read aloud. Your sister sits nearby, adding funny voices to the characters, making Ye Joon giggle. Soon, his laughter fades, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing as he drifts off to sleep. Once he’s settled, you and your sister quietly step out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. The day has been long, but the moments spent with your family bring a sense of peace as you both prepare for the night ahead.

As you prepare yourself for bed, your thoughts drift back to the old times with Yunho. Memories flood your mind—his laughter, the way he used to look at you, the moments you shared. Those days felt so distant now, yet still so close in your heart. You sigh as you slip into your pajamas, staring at your reflection in the mirror. The thought of telling Yunho the truth about Ye Joon crosses your mind, lingering there for longer than usual. Maybe he deserves to know. Maybe it’s time to stop hiding and give him the chance to be a part of your son’s life. But as you focus on that idea, doubt creeps in. What if he’s angry? What if he can’t forgive you for keeping such a huge secret from him all these years? The thought of Yunho’s possible reaction—his hurt, his anger—makes your chest tighten. You pause, letting out a shaky breath. The risk feels too great. The fear of losing what little peace you’ve found outweighs the hope of a happy reunion. No, you can’t tell him—not now. Maybe not ever. With a heavy heart, you crawl into bed, pulling the blankets over yourself. As you close your eyes, you try to push the thoughts away, but Yunho’s face lingers in your mind. Sleep doesn’t come easily, and when it does, it’s filled with dreams of what could have been and what may never be.

The morning of game day arrives with a mix of excitement and nerves in the air. Ye Joon wakes up early, buzzing with energy. As soon as he opens his eyes, he’s already thinking about the game, imagining himself on the field, ready to make his big plays. You wake up to the sound of him rustling around in his room. When you enter, you find him already half-dressed in his uniform, struggling with his socks, a determined look on his face. You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “Ready for the big game, champ?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe. Ye Joon looks up, his eyes shining with excitement. “I’m gonna hit the ball so hard today, Mom! Just like Coach Yunho taught me!” You laugh softly and help him with his socks, making sure his uniform is all set. After a quick breakfast, you pack his practice bag with water, snacks, and his glove, double-checking that everything is in place. As the two of you head out the door, your sister joins you, carrying a small cooler with snacks for later. The morning sun is bright, and the crisp air feels refreshing. Ye Joon’s excitement is contagious, and you find yourself feeling optimistic about the day ahead. In the car, Ye Joon talks nonstop about the game, his strategy, and how he plans to impress everyone. You listen, smiling at his determination, and give him a few encouraging words. When you arrive at the field, it’s already bustling with parents, coaches, and kids. Ye Joon hops out of the car, practically bouncing with excitement. You watch as he runs ahead, ready to join his teammates, your heart swelling with pride. As you make your way to the bleachers, you spot Yunho talking with Wooyoung, both of them looking focused and ready for the day. When Yunho catches sight of Ye Joon, a smile spreads across his face, and he waves at your son, who eagerly waves back before joining his friends. The game day has officially begun, and you can’t help but feel a mix of pride and nerves as you take your seat, ready to watch Ye Joon give it his all.

As the game progresses, the scores remain tied, and the tension on the field is palpable. Ye Joon steps up to the plate, determination in his eyes. But just as the pitcher winds up, something feels off. The ball comes hurtling toward Ye Joon, not at the bat, but at his thigh. The painful thud echoes through the field, and Ye Joon stumbles back, clutching his leg. A collective gasp rises from the crowd as you shoot up from your seat, making your way down to the field. Ye Joon, furious, prepares to retaliate, but before he can, the other coach intervenes, pushing him back. "Stop right there, kid. You need to calm down," the coach orders, his voice stern. Before you can even reach them, Yunho steps in between Ye Joon and the opposing coach. "Keep your hands off him," Yunho says, his voice firm. "Your player hit him on purpose—and mocked ye joon by sticking his tongue out at him"

The other coach glares at Yunho, his voice rising. "Are you the father of this kid? Because if you're not, maybe you should step back and let the parents handle it." Yunho opens his mouth to reply, but just as he's about to speak, you arrive, stepping in front of both men. "I’m Ye Joon's mother," you say, your voice steady but full of controlled anger. "And I don’t appreciate anyone putting their hands on my son. That pitch was deliberate, and your player owes him an apology." The other coach sneers, refusing to back down. "Maybe if you taught him to handle the game without causing a scene, we wouldn’t be here."

You cross your arms, unwavering. "My son wasn’t the one who threw that ball out of spite. Your player needs to learn that sportsmanship matters." Yunho nods in agreement, stepping beside you. "There’s a difference between a mistake and intent. This wasn’t an accident—it was intentional." The coach narrows his eyes at Yunho, still defiant. "A coach, huh? Maybe teach your team to take some heat instead of running to his mom every time." You take another step forward, your voice firm. "This isn’t about taking the heat. It’s about respect. Your player crossed the line, and you're making excuses for him." After a few more moments of tense back-and-forth, the opposing coach realizes he's outmatched. With a huff, he raises his hands. "Fine. Let’s just get back to the game." You give Ye Joon one last reassuring look before heading back to your seat, knowing that, despite everything, your son is ready to finish the game. Meanwhile, Yunho stays on the field a moment longer, his eyes lingering on you and Ye Joon.

Even after the argument and Ye Joon’s minor injury, his team won the game and the trip to wherever they wanted to go. The celebration was lively, and you were joyfully cheering with Ye Joon. As the excitement continued, your sister pulled you aside, her tone serious. “You need to tell Yunho the truth,” she urged. “He needs to know that Ye Joon is his son. It’s the right thing to do.”You were about to reply when a sudden crash interrupted you. Two cups of water had fallen, their contents splashing onto the floor. Looking up, you saw Yunho standing a few feet away, his face a mix of shock, disappointment, and heartbreak.

He took a step forward, his voice trembling slightly. “Is it true? Am I… am I Ye Joon’s father?”

A/N: WHAT A SHOCKER 🫢

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don’t hang up

18+ • drabble • yunho

“maybe next time you can try tinder!”

your friend enthusiastically offered after your recent failure to get- in your more than frustrated terms- at least one good fucking orgasm. lately, the task of cumming was all miss and little hit. the few people youve brought yourself to have fun with were much more talk than anything else. more disappointingly, even you couldn’t bring yourself adequate orgasm. there was an end but no spark. no big edge no toes curling no flush over your body. nothing but slightly less tense.

“have you even used the toy you got?”

you cringed. “god no. it just got here this today and after last night’s attempt at another round this morning i couldn't bring myself to even take my panties off after i got dressed this morning. what’s the point?”

“cmon don’t say that! you have to try something new maybe. don’t count the toy out just yet, your hands either. you might be too tense to even-”

“baby?”

“yuyu?”

her boyfriend, yunho, must’ve just gotten there. you hear them greet each other, a bitter scowl on your face. not just because of your current situation but because Yunho was so attractive it made you blush. he used to come into your job, sending you looks. he’d have a knowing smile on his lips at the color of your cheeks. he would converse with you briefly but nothing big. you hoped he would ask you out but one day he came in with your friend in tow instead to drop her off. you tried not to look at him too much after that.

“hello? hey, you still there?”

“yeah sorry i was thinking.”

“i was- gonna say- stop it, yuyu- that i need to go.” you could hear him kiss her between her words. 

“ok bye.” you hear him say as you pull the phone away from your ear to sigh. 

for a moment you closed your eyes until you heard something. you looked around for a source before looking back down to your phone. holding it up, the call was still counting the seconds. he mustve thrown the phone before she could disconnect. 

as you stared in shock, a loud moan came through the phone. you paused for a brief moment before curiosity had you putting it back up to your ear. she let out a needy mewl and you could hear him chuckle. “do you need help with something? you're making my palm wet and i just got here.” 

the image of Yunho on top of her with his big hand shoved between her thighs sent a shock between your own. you shouldn’t be listening but rather than ending the call you muted yourself.

“mhm. I-I was talking to ______ about her sex life. it w-was starting to make me think of you.”

“you were talking to ______?”

you couldn’t control how wet you got hearing him say your name nor help the small joy you felt at how interested he seemed that she was speaking to you. 

she must’ve nodded.

“what was she saying?” she made a confused noise at his question before she screamed out. the moan on the end was enough to have you leaning back. “you heard me.”

“she- she uh…”

“come on baby, get it out and you can have my fingers.” you licked your lips. fuck you wanted his fingers.

“she was asking for advice because she hasn’t been able to cum. not with anyone recently.”

your face burned with mild embarrassment at him knowing but it couldn’t stop the way you began massaging your breasts. the image of him plus the sound of his deep voice was too good.

but you need to hang up.

•yunho•

“what did you tell her?” I asked, trying to keep her satisfied enough to tell me. 

“I told her to try the dildo I convinced her to buy.” I rubbed her clit, coaxing the answers out. “I told her to try tinder too- AHH!”

I pinched her clit roughly without thinking before soothing it with my tongue. she gasped softly. “look at you, trying to find her a cock like mine? hmm?” I pulled the hood of her clit back with my thumb to suck it gently again. I hummed and i could feel her shiver.

“I w-wanted her to feel good like you make me feel.”

I chuckled. ‘me too.’ I slipped two fingers into her heat, knowing she could take the stretch. I slid my fingers slowly, I didn’t want to tease too much but it was too fun not to. “I make you feel good huh?” with a wicked grin I curl my fingers right against her spot.

•you•

she gasps out a scream. 

“Fuck” you whisper to yourself. Your thighs are rubbing together trying to find some kind of friction between your legs but its not doing much. You finally shed your pants. The softness of your sheets under you relax you some more as you continue to feel yourself up under the sounds of Yunho’s minstrations. He must be teasing the poor girl as the pattern of moaning then begging before you hear yunho’s wicked chuckle resets. The lewd sounds of his fingers in her pussy are making you want to venture into your panties. Its no use in fighting it when you hear him say “Hands and knees, baby.”

Your hand slips under the waistband before you can even form a thought.

The sounds start back up making you blush all over at the sound of his hips meeting her own so roughly. It doesn’t take long before shes completely gone.

•yunho•

His thrusts are a little harder than normal. He can’t figure out why he feels the need to do so but as hes bent over her, hands on each side of her face thats pressed into the pillow, he can’t help but think the drag of his cock against these tight walls would feel so much better if it was yours.

You.

“F~uck” his girlfriend cries out under him. He hadn’t noticed the rougher thrusts as his thoughts turned to you. He smirks, repeating the action to make her yell out again. Her hand shoots out to grip the other pillow by the top of the bed. He looks up to see her holding on for dear life but double takes almost comically as he hips falter. Is her screen still on? Holy fuck is the call still connected? …With you?

“Yunho?” he realizes hes stopped moving and slowly starts to do so again.

He reaches up to grab the phone before a familiar knowing smile spreads onto his face. Only shallow thrusts as he looks at the screen, definitely still connected to you. He sits up and picks up the pace to punishing. While your friend is already being fucked stupid, not aware of anything anymore except his cock, he puts the phone up to his ear.

“Naughty slut listening to her friend get fucked.” Voice barely above a whisper. Out of breath and taunting.

You freeze as if his eyes are on you. You don’t unmute it.

“It’s ok, I know you’re busy touching yourself. Rubbing that wet cunt to get off on the sounds this wet pussy makes while I fuck her stupid.” He slaps her ass to make her cry out, a punctuation on his statement. “It’s ok, naughty girls can listen.”

He holds the phone closer to where their bodies connect as he speeds up again. You stroke your walls faster at the sounds of his balls slapping against her skin. He brings the phone closer to your friend next before yanking her hair back with his free hand. He props his leg up, hitting deeper than before making her cry out again. 

He brings the phone back up, panting into the receiver. He lets himself pant and groan into it for a moment before speaking again. “Be a good girl and take it off mute.”

You hesitate. The hand in your panties halting.

“Please” he asks, a hint of a desperation in his tone. “I need to hear you.”

You do so as your fingers move again, speeding up before adding your other hand to your clit. The moment he hears your breathy moans he throws his head back with a smile. “Haha fuck, Tiny. You sound so good.” You clench around your own fingers knowing he’s talking to you. It encourages you to be more vocal. You start to reach for the toy you bought but almost as if he senses it he says. “I don’t want another cock in you. Fake or otherwise, got it?” you and your friend whimper ‘yes’s in unison. “If youre so desperate use your hands or nothing.” He releases the hold on her hair. You both go to furiously rub at your clit for some more help. Her face is buried in the pillow blabbering incoherrently about taking as much as he’ll give her as she works over her clit. He continues to pound into her from behind. Your hips are coming off the bed as you try to keep the intensity of the building climax. The shocks you can feel with each brush against the right spot make you more than desperate. You want the real release you’ve been craving. Hes so sweaty he can barely hang on to the phone. When you start sinnfully yet desperately begging into the air It slips momentarily but he catches it quickly bringing it back to his ear. He doesnt want to miss any of the sounds youre making despite the girl under him.

He can read the sound of your voice well somehow, almost as if you are in tune with your friend. Her pussy a stand in for yours as he can feel her cunt clenching at the brink of release any moment. He's not sure how but when he knows your on the edge he rasps “cum.”

Both girls scream out in release. His girlfriend bringing the pillow she was grasping down almost to cover her face, burying the scream of pleasure inside it. Her body tenses but Yunho takes her through her high, reeling on the high pitched screams he hears through the phone and the vulgar squelching coming through as well.

His movements become a little more erratic as he is almost there with them. She weakly tries to squirm away when its becoming too much but he grips her hip tight.

“Beg for it” he whispers to you but she mustve heard because he hears her shaky voice say ‘please give it to me’ he grips a little harder but it isn’t until he hears one word from the other end of the line that he is able to reach his breaking point.

“Please.”

Its small and weak but he can hear the pleading in your tone.

He pulls out as quickly as he possibly can, barely making it to cum on her back, getting her cunt and her ass a little from the urgency. He laughs to himself as he sees his girlfriend slumped on the bed with the pillow still covering most of her face. In her haze, your friend is trying to catch her breath with her eyes closed. He puts the phone up to his face again after a breath “You did so good, Baby.” He says as he strokes her side but you know he is speaking to you. When you dont answer he says, “Tiny?”

“Th-Thank you, Yunho.”

He laughs under his breath. “Anytime, Tiny.” You can practically see the smile on his face.

After actually hanging up, you stare at the ceiling. You should get cleaned up but you’re still trying to process what the fuck just happened.

♡ pt 2 ♡

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don’t hang up

18+ • drabble • yunho

“maybe next time you can try tinder!”

your friend enthusiastically offered after your recent failure to get- in your more than frustrated terms- at least one good fucking orgasm. lately, the task of cumming was all miss and little hit. the few people youve brought yourself to have fun with were much more talk than anything else. more disappointingly, even you couldn’t bring yourself adequate orgasm. there was an end but no spark. no big edge no toes curling no flush over your body. nothing but slightly less tense.

“have you even used the toy you got?”

you cringed. “god no. it just got here this today and after last night’s attempt at another round this morning i couldn’t bring myself to even take my panties off after i got dressed this morning. what’s the point?”

“cmon don’t say that! you have to try something new maybe. don’t count the toy out just yet, your hands either. you might be too tense to even-”

“baby?”

“yuyu?”

her boyfriend, yunho, must’ve just gotten there. you hear them greet each other, a bitter scowl on your face. not just because of your current situation but because Yunho was so attractive it made you blush. he used to come into your job, sending you looks. he’d have a knowing smile on his lips at the color of your cheeks. he would converse with you briefly but nothing big. you hoped he would ask you out but one day he came in with your friend in tow instead to drop her off. you tried not to look at him too much after that.

“hello? hey, you still there?”

“yeah sorry i was thinking.”

“i was- gonna say- stop it, yuyu- that i need to go.” you could hear him kiss her between her words. 

“ok bye.” you hear him say as you pull the phone away from your ear to sigh. 

for a moment you closed your eyes until you heard something. you looked around for a source before looking back down to your phone. holding it up, the call was still counting the seconds. he mustve thrown the phone before she could disconnect. 

as you stared in shock, a loud moan came through the phone. you paused for a brief moment before curiosity had you putting it back up to your ear. she let out a needy mewl and you could hear him chuckle. “do you need help with something? you’re making my palm wet and i just got here.” 

the image of Yunho on top of her with his big hand shoved between her thighs sent a shock between your own. you shouldn’t be listening but rather than ending the call you muted yourself.

“mhm. I-I was talking to ______ about her sex life. it w-was starting to make me think of you.”

“you were talking to ______?”

you couldn’t control how wet you got hearing him say your name nor help the small joy you felt at how interested he seemed that she was speaking to you. 

she must’ve nodded.

“what was she saying?” she made a confused noise at his question before she screamed out. the moan on the end was enough to have you leaning back. “you heard me.”

“she- she uh…”

“come on baby, get it out and you can have my fingers.” you licked your lips. fuck you wanted his fingers.

“she was asking for advice because she hasn’t been able to cum. not with anyone recently.”

your face burned with mild embarrassment at him knowing but it couldn’t stop the way you began massaging your breasts. the image of him plus the sound of his deep voice was too good.

but you need to hang up.

•yunho•

“what did you tell her?” I asked, trying to keep her satisfied enough to tell me. 

“I told her to try the dildo I convinced her to buy.” I rubbed her clit, coaxing the answers out. “I told her to try tinder too- AHH!”

I pinched her clit roughly without thinking before soothing it with my tongue. she gasped softly. “look at you, trying to find her a cock like mine? hmm?” I pulled the hood of her clit back with my thumb to suck it gently again. I hummed and i could feel her shiver.

“I w-wanted her to feel good like you make me feel.”

I chuckled. ‘me too.’ I slipped two fingers into her heat, knowing she could take the stretch. I slid my fingers slowly, I didn’t want to tease too much but it was too fun not to. “I make you feel good huh?” with a wicked grin I curl my fingers right against her spot.

•you•

she gasps out a scream. 

“Fuck” you whisper to yourself. Your thighs are rubbing together trying to find some kind of friction between your legs but its not doing much. You finally shed your pants. The softness of your sheets under you relax you some more as you continue to feel yourself up under the sounds of Yunho’s minstrations. He must be teasing the poor girl as the pattern of moaning then begging before you hear yunho’s wicked chuckle resets. The lewd sounds of his fingers in her pussy are making you want to venture into your panties. Its no use in fighting it when you hear him say “Hands and knees, baby.”

Your hand slips under the waistband before you can even form a thought.

The sounds start back up making you blush all over at the sound of his hips meeting her own so roughly. It doesn’t take long before shes completely gone.

•yunho•

His thrusts are a little harder than normal. He can’t figure out why he feels the need to do so but as hes bent over her, hands on each side of her face thats pressed into the pillow, he can’t help but think the drag of his cock against these tight walls would feel so much better if it was yours.

You.

“F~uck” his girlfriend cries out under him. He hadn’t noticed the rougher thrusts as his thoughts turned to you. He smirks, repeating the action to make her yell out again. Her hand shoots out to grip the other pillow by the top of the bed. He looks up to see her holding on for dear life but double takes almost comically as he hips falter. Is her screen still on? Holy fuck is the call still connected? …With you?

“Yunho?” he realizes hes stopped moving and slowly starts to do so again.

He reaches up to grab the phone before a familiar knowing smile spreads onto his face. Only shallow thrusts as he looks at the screen, definitely still connected to you. He sits up and picks up the pace to punishing. While your friend is already being fucked stupid, not aware of anything anymore except his cock, he puts the phone up to his ear.

“Naughty slut listening to her friend get fucked.” Voice barely above a whisper. Out of breath and taunting.

You freeze as if his eyes are on you. You don’t unmute it.

“It’s ok, I know you’re busy touching yourself. Rubbing that wet cunt to get off on the sounds this wet pussy makes while I fuck her stupid.” He slaps her ass to make her cry out, a punctuation on his statement. “It’s ok, naughty girls can listen.”

He holds the phone closer to where their bodies connect as he speeds up again. You stroke your walls faster at the sounds of his balls slapping against her skin. He brings the phone closer to your friend next before yanking her hair back with his free hand. He props his leg up, hitting deeper than before making her cry out again. 

He brings the phone back up, panting into the receiver. He lets himself pant and groan into it for a moment before speaking again. “Be a good girl and take it off mute.”

You hesitate. The hand in your panties halting.

“Please” he asks, a hint of a desperation in his tone. “I need to hear you.”

You do so as your fingers move again, speeding up before adding your other hand to your clit. The moment he hears your breathy moans he throws his head back with a smile. “Haha fuck, Tiny. You sound so good.” You clench around your own fingers knowing he’s talking to you. It encourages you to be more vocal. You start to reach for the toy you bought but almost as if he senses it he says. “I don’t want another cock in you. Fake or otherwise, got it?” you and your friend whimper ‘yes’s in unison. “If youre so desperate use your hands or nothing.” He releases the hold on her hair. You both go to furiously rub at your clit for some more help. Her face is buried in the pillow blabbering incoherrently about taking as much as he’ll give her as she works over her clit. He continues to pound into her from behind. Your hips are coming off the bed as you try to keep the intensity of the building climax. The shocks you can feel with each brush against the right spot make you more than desperate. You want the real release you’ve been craving. Hes so sweaty he can barely hang on to the phone. When you start sinnfully yet desperately begging into the air It slips momentarily but he catches it quickly bringing it back to his ear. He doesnt want to miss any of the sounds youre making despite the girl under him.

He can read the sound of your voice well somehow, almost as if you are in tune with your friend. Her pussy a stand in for yours as he can feel her cunt clenching at the brink of release any moment. He’s not sure how but when he knows your on the edge he rasps “cum.”

Both girls scream out in release. His girlfriend bringing the pillow she was grasping down almost to cover her face, burying the scream of pleasure inside it. Her body tenses but Yunho takes her through her high, reeling on the high pitched screams he hears through the phone and the vulgar squelching coming through as well.

His movements become a little more erratic as he is almost there with them. She weakly tries to squirm away when its becoming too much but he grips her hip tight.

“Beg for it” he whispers to you but she mustve heard because he hears her shaky voice say ‘please give it to me’ he grips a little harder but it isn’t until he hears one word from the other end of the line that he is able to reach his breaking point.

“Please.”

Its small and weak but he can hear the pleading in your tone.

He pulls out as quickly as he possibly can, barely making it to cum on her back, getting her cunt and her ass a little from the urgency. He laughs to himself as he sees his girlfriend slumped on the bed with the pillow still covering most of her face. In her haze, your friend is trying to catch her breath with her eyes closed. He puts the phone up to his face again after a breath “You did so good, Baby.” He says as he strokes her side but you know he is speaking to you. When you dont answer he says, “Tiny?”

“Th-Thank you, Yunho.”

He laughs under his breath. “Anytime, Tiny.” You can practically see the smile on his face.

After actually hanging up, you stare at the ceiling. You should get cleaned up but you’re still trying to process what the fuck just happened.

just a ride home

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1

you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

you haven't worked with your friend thanks to a family thing since it happened but somehow Yunho “forgot” and now he’s stood in front of you seeming very unbothered about coming all the way there without seeing his girlfriend. the small bookstore is way too quiet right now for you to be in this situation.

his eyes are boring into you as you look everywhere else but him. he’s suppressing a smirk as he finally speaks again, “how have you been? I don’t talk to you much anymore.”

you blink a few times in quick succession. “uh, pretty good honestly. I’ve been feeling great lately.”

he hides his smile. “nice, i wonder why.”

“Yeah me t-” you stop, realizing what it could be. you look up, making eye contact and know he does too.

without a word you started the night’s closing duties so you could get the fuck out of there and away from him. you're finishing up, when you go to tell him the store is closing. before you can speak, he says “i’ll drive you home.” 

“uhh i-i don’t know. your girlfriend might not like that.”

he looked confused. “let’s ask her then.” you stammer through telling him not to before he’s already saying “hey, i’m at the bookstore.” you can faintly hear her laugh and say something before he puts her on speaker. “well I know that now. it’s only ______ here closing up.”

“oh ______ is there? you should offer to drive her home.”

your eyes widen as you stare at the phone incredulously. Yunho’s smile widens like the cheshire cat as he looks to you. “really? she doesn't have a car?”

“no and i hate her walking home or trying to catch the bus that late. please. and if she says anything say i told you to offer. ok?”

“ok! i’ll go ask her.” they say their goodbyes before hanging up and looking like he’s waiting.

“i’ll go get my stuff.”

•

the whole ride your heart is beating out of your chest.

as you get closer to your place, he finally speaks. “you’re awfully quiet.”

you don’t say anything, unsure of how to answer.

“did something happen, tiny?” you freeze up at the nickname. he notices right away trying to keep a grin at bay when he realizes he can’t start so normal if he wants to make progress. you’re too bashfully right now. he has to tease you.

he can do that.

“you look so tense. are you thinking about something?” silence, “well i am. i’m curious about something that happened the other day. you probably knew i’d come fuck her stupid. is that why you told her you couldn’t cum? because you came just fine for me.” 

“that’s different” you mumbled.

“what’s that? he asks with a grin

“that’s different! I hadn't cum in so long I think it was inevitable.” you say as he pulls in. he parks in the dark parking lot, shutting off the car.

“hmm, is that right?” he says getting comfortable in his seat half facing you. you’re squirming under the weight of his gaze. “do I make you uncomfortable?”

you shook your head, eyes fixed on your twiddling thumbs.

“have you been able to cum again since?”

you hesitate before nodding.

“without thinking about our phone call?”

you don’t respond and he huffs a laugh.

“do you want to?”

“Yunho, you have a girlfriend. even touching me is wrong.”

“oh I won’t be touching you, tiny”

you frown at that despite your own statement a second prior.

“aww, you disappointed, tiny?”

there’s that name again. that alone sends more wetness to your core than you’ve had fully entangled with another person. how did he do it with just a nickname??

“don’t worry, i’m not leaving you alone, we’re gonna do it together. how about that?” he says as he rubs himself through his pants. he rests his head back with lidded eyes regarding you carefully. a small smirk spreads on his face as you start to squirm, not making eye contact still.

“how about i help a bit?”

“o-ok”

he smiles “lemme see how wet you are. and don’t pretend you aren’t, you have been rubbing those thighs together since I showed up.”

you adjust yourself half to face him given the limited space. you slowly lift the fabric of your skirt. he groans at the wet spot prominent on the cotton of the panties.

“so I was right” he palms himself a little harder. “fuck. move em to the side.”

you immediately do as he asks.

“that pussy is even prettier than I imagined.” you keen under his praise as he unzips his pants. you shouldn’t be surprised at how big he is as he frees himself. everything about him is big, from his height to his personality to his hands and now his cock. damn

“would you let me fuck it?” the simple question jolts you “would you let me fuck that pussy like it’s mine?”

‘it is yours’ is on the tip of your tongue. instead, you stroke your slit slowly “mhm”

“you probably already thought about it enough after our phone call so instead I’ll make you wait. make you crave it. i’ll kiss you till your lips are sore before I even let you touch it.”

“Yunho” you moan softly.

“touch yourself baby. I know you can.” so you do.

“I know you were playing with it that night. from how you haven’t been able to look me in the eye since you probably have alot since then too. haven’t you?”

he’s staring intensely as you play around your entrance, eyes closed not even noticing his eyes following your teasing. his mouth open slightly as he pleads in his head for you to slip a finger inside. you tease your entrance to the sound of his movements until you finally let a finger in. it slides in so easy and carefully between your wetness, he groans as it sinks in.

you open your eyes. noticing his gaze, you become bashful trying to close your legs. before he can stop you, already about to break the no touching unspoken rule, you moan, legs falling back open as you shudder. you unintentionally brushed your clit hard with your palm. fuck it felt good

your legs opened wider and he sped up his hand “that’s right, tiny. you can’t hide it from me. we’re not done playing yet. let me see your tits.”

you don’t process it at first, staring at his cock as you pleasure yourself

“tiny”

you look up making real eye contact for the first time. this is when you realize how close he actually is. “pull your shirt down”

without looking away you use your free hand to tug down the low cut shirt and bra, taking one in hand immediately. you roll the nipple between your fingers, moaning lowly as you struggle to keep your eyes open. it feels too good but you don’t want to break his gaze. it spurs you on more, massaging harder as your hand speeds up. wordlessly he does the same.

you whimper, your leg moving to try to open yourself wider.

“tiny”

“hmm”

“add another finger” you’re not sure why, as he isn’t even glancing down, before you realize: it’s for you, not him. he knows you need more. since he can’t give you his cock he’ll help you out how he can.

“faster”

you did as he said

his free hand grasps his thigh hard.

you wanted his big hand on your thigh so bad. not even anything sexual you just needed his touch. but you weren’t going to cross that line. you look back up to find him staring at your chest and you get brave.

“Yunho”

“yes, tiny”

“how would you fuck me?”

he seems shocked for a second before huffing out a chuckle.

“oh tiny, don’t ask dangerous questions.”

“it’s not da-”

“yes it is.”

he pauses for a long moment to let out a long sign at the pleasure “it is.” His eyes are closed now with his head thrown back more. “you don’t even know how dangerous and that makes it more so. Look at you” he lifts his head, eyes raking over your sweaty form as your hand speeds up “you don’t even know how dangerous you are.”

you bite your lip. not quite sure of what he’s saying but the look in his eye is saying a lot by itself.

“you could get fucked however you want by whoever and instead you’re in a hot car with me fucking your cunt like a whore because I said so. yes, you’re fucking dangerous.”

a moan slips from your lips and you whimper at your own inability to not show how affected you are but the fire in you’re stomach is making you care so much less. your hand speeds up.

“curl your fingers. don’t stop listening to me now.” He says at your hesitation “make that pussy feel good. you obviously want to. you’re probably trying not to think about my fingers doing it for you. or are you past that? probably going straight to my cock huh? you’ve seen it now you think you can take it.” he chuckles as he shakes his head. “you're probably too tight to take me properly anyway so take my fingers and be happy”

he’s speaking like it’s actually his fingers curling to your spot. It helps bc the fire in your core becomes unimaginable.

“Tiny do me a favor.”

you whimper in reply

“cum”

white spreads behind your eyes as the dam of fire breaks. the sound you scream out into the air of the car sends him over the edge as well. He milks himself dry as you jolt a bit, as you come down closing your thighs on your own hand, almost unable to stop fucking yourself despite how sensitive you are. you don’t even fully realize he came until he sighs in contentment and mild sensitivity as well, his hand covered in his own release.

“yunho”

“yes tiny,'' he answers breathlessly.

the vulgar words of asking for a taste are on the tip of your tongue. you know it’s crossing the imaginary line you’ve drawn so instead you say “thank you yunho”

•

when you’re settled in bed you get a text. the words on the screen keep you up a little longer that night with your hands between your legs

“i would fuck you to prove what you are. mine.”

pt.3

THIS. He is EXACTLY this type of person

nsfw - 00:21

yunho who pinches your clit and then laughs when you squeal in pain. he’ll pin your hands back when you try to push his away and rub your clit feverishly until there’s no choice but for you to fall apart in his arms

Loving the reactions to my yunho drabbles. Especially ones like this😂

thank you @whatudowhennooneseesyou 🤍

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Dating mob boss yunho

he’s cockwarming you in a seat on the stage at his event. nobody’s really noticing. you’re leaned forward a bit, hands on his thighs at your side and you bounce but with your dress still perfect over your torso

but you make eye contact with a woman in the audience doing a similar thing. she’s bent over one of those tall tables with the long white table clothes. she’s leaning slightly forward elbows bunching up her tits as she braces herself on the table, the man who you can see soon is yunhos right hand, Jongho

your mouth opens a bit in a moan stuck there. she smirks and pushed back into Jongho. you see her head throw back and even hear a bit of the noise he makes. she smirks and he grips her throat

Jongho catches what sees doing and makes eye contact as he squeezes her throat whispering something. she bites her lip hard. he smirks before leaning back, dark eyes on your with a sly grin.

a voice in your ear spikes the heat in your stomach with a firm hand to your waist, pushing you down.

‘what exactly are you doing babydoll?’

just a little thunder

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2

in all honesty, he wasn’t quite sure where he was.

the weather had driven him to seek shelter, running for what felt like 30 minutes to find somewhere to take adequate shelter. small awnings from closed shops were ok for a moment before running again trying to get to somewhere that would let him get dry and call his friends. after a minute, he figured he would stay under one until it let up. it got tricky when it not only got harder but the wind kicked it sideways, not sparing him from the rain and thunder that crackled in the sky.

he really needed to get inside a closed space. thankfully something caught his eye. the familiar sign of your apartment building. that’s where he was? a shiver traveled through him, obviously not from the cold of being drenched.

it took him a moment of inner battle to decide on this great yet probably horrible idea. It’s shelter, right?

•

you jumped at another crack of thunder, cowering from the window already as not to see the lightning that adding to your fear. You loved the rain but the minute it turned to a storm the calm it brought you melted.

a frantic knock on the door made you jump. you padded over, on the way checking that everything was charging, knowing if the power went out you would still be able to stay distracted. including the “toy” you were determined to like. what better way to distract yourself than cumming? Not like you could think about Y-

“Yunho?”

he stood wet and shaking at your door. “sorry to just show up but I got stuck in the storm. may I come in?”

you nodded, stepping aside for him to come in and slide off his wet shoes. you stepped back to look at him as he stayed dripping in the foyer. “i-uh don’t want to get anything wet. i’ll stay over here.”

you frowned before running to grab a towel. he accepted it gratefully but it became clear this was going to turn cliche rather quickly when you spoke next. “uh, yunho, i don’t think you should keep those on.”

he knew where that was going, being the one still cold and almost shivering. rather than a smirk or a chuckle you found his face mirroring yours. everything before was already questionable but stripping in your girlfriend’s friend’s house was a line right?

but he was freezing and wanted to get out of the foyer. so he stripped to his boxers. in the restroom of course. you brought him a shirt of yours to slip on. you bought some oversized shirts from the mens department to sleep in so they fit well enough.

he joins you the couch after changing, neither of you quite sure what to do next. until he spots your little friend charging. 

just ignore it, you tell yourself. its just a little thunder and just yunho. however, a few things happen within the next thirty minutes.

The lights go out. This leads you to lighting the few candles you placed around your living area in preparation for such an event

The two of you try to entertain yourselves through the thunder with conversation laced with tension and the few things you have charged or sit aside for entertainment

Those things die or become boring leading him to place the vibrator on the couch between you.

you can't believe how easy it is to fall into whatever feelings make you a mess but looking at the vibrator on the couch then at him as he is looking expectanly at you. seeing the question in your eyes he chuckles. “sit on it. i control what you feel”

your breath catches for a moment. hesitation doesn’t last long before you’re letting your pants drop. resting your folds on the toy, he doesnt give you a second to thing before he clicks on the first setting. you jump with a yelp. he shushes you, ‘this is the beginning’

the words sound ominous with the smile he's wearing. he does let you get used to the sensation, getting wetter before cranking it up. you bite your lip.

thats how you end up with his hand so close to you that it fuels both your need for him and your quilt ridden anxiety. “does it make you feel good to know im controlling what you feel? that my hand is so close to you?”

you suppress a whine. he spikes the setting by a level. “i asked you a question, tiny. i need an answer.”

“yes!”

he lowers it back by one.

your faces are so close the whole time. he looks down at your lips with a grin, then leans in right when you’re on the edge and says “too easy” he unexpectedly makes the setting go up to almost the max, catching you off guard making you jolt forward onto him as your orgasm runs through you like a strong wave.

you grab him before you think about it. he is stunned and frozen for a moment before holding you, stroking your head. it’s a sweet moment juxtaposed with the filthy shit he’s whispering down at you as he brings the setting down. your figure still moving pathetically on the toy while grasping at him desperately, holding tight. you feel how strong his back is and can hear his heart beating frantically in his chest.

you try to move from the vibrator as you reach to turn it off but he holds your hips down with one hand, turning it back up with the other

he leans down to your ear as thunder crackles. “I want you trembling”

a/n: quick authors note. this feels a little rushed because it was initially longer. something happens in the next chapter. same night of thunder...

‘Just a mistake’ is queued for Sunday pt.4

i hope people are enjoying my little yunho drabble series. I don’t get a lot of notes in general or feedback sometimes but those are some pieces I’ve been pretty proud of since I stopped writing on @kmindset

part one♡ part two ♡ part three ♡

part four is queued for Sunday night

yunho drabble series

jung yunho • nsfw • female reader

don’t hang up ♡

things get heard when you dont hang up your phone

just a ride home ♡

nothing is wrong with a ride home

just a little thunder ♡

taking shelter from the storm only. right?

just a mistake ♡

a line is crossed in an unexpected way

just a room away ♡

a spa getaway takes a turn

don’t shut me out(don’t shut your legs) ♡

yunho’s pov from then to now

just a finale ♡

final part💜

the yunho drabble series??????

sign me tf UP

omg i cannot wait for the next part

im such a slut for that man i stg

:P hehe took me a sec to reply to this even though i was on when you sent it bc this motivated me to finish up the next part. (it'll be up tonight, queued for 7pm est)

but no actually same. I did not mean for this account to show how much of a whoooore i am for him but here we are

like what the FUCK is this huh??

excuse me?? mr jung????

just a room away

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4

you’ve avoided all contact with yunho since the night of the storm.

you haven’t even spoken to your friend much. you weren’t close to begin with but you’ve taken on an opposite shift to her at the store whenever possible. she’s a little perplexed but doesn’t question it.

with the stress you've accumulated lately, you decided to take a break and go to a small spa just outside of town. however, if you had bothered to even speak to her for one moment you wouldn’t have been caught off guard by what happened next.

“y/n?”

his voice stops you as you’re leaving the small restaurant in the lobby and going back to your room. “y/n, wait!” the shock on your face only lasts a moment before continuing to walk. he catches up to you, hopping into the elevator before the doors can close. you don't say a word. he furrows his brows as he looks at your stoic profile. lips turning up in amusement and confusion. you were being strange to him. was this a game? as the doors opened, he was still close behind. the closer you got to your room the angrier you got. stopping in front of your door you spin around “Why are you following me”

however he was no longer right behind you. “I was going to ask how you knew where my room was”

sure enough, his keycard opens the door diagonal to yours.

“fuck” you murmur, before going into your room and shutting the door.

•

about an hour passes of your uneasy thoughts. the thought of him is crowding your mind despite your peaceful getaway. his close proximity is the cause of the intensity and you quickly convince yourself there's a way to alleviate the pressure in your head and your core.

You knock on his door wanting to assert some kind of line but the moment he opens the door your brain empties of any coherent thought. as you close the door behind you he starts trying to speak seeming to have begun piecing together why you were cold to him but you stop him by getting close to his face. you hover over him as he sits halfway on his bed. the stance has him quiet, fully pushing back onto the bed. “this trip is to relieve my stress. I’m not here to talk to you.” the way you emphasize talk makes him furrow his brows in confusion but you're getting onto the bed lowering your face close to his waist before he can think of a response.

the position you're in makes his mouth water in an instant. face down with your ass up while your hands move to stroke him through his pants. he breathes out with a stutter at the feeling but can't hold back a low groan when you kiss his cock through the fabric. 

he has to admit, he loves seeing the nervous, doe-like side of you where he works you up and takes charge, admiring how small you are compared to him but this…he doesn't have words for this. when you start to tug down his sweats you finally look up and make eye contact. for some reason he gets bashful, his cheeks tinging pink as he lifts his hips for you to pull his pants down to have his cock. he looks away, before you bring your lips down on him. the experience of you kissing his tip gently isn't one to revel in because you take him half way into your mouth immediately after. you try to pace yourself, the feeling of him partly in your mouth and in your hand a little more than intimidating but more than that it's also empowering. you want to make him feel a fraction of what you did then leave him to fester in his questions and confusion. the feeling spurs you on taking him faster as your head moves rhythmically. you hear him mutter ‘shit’ under his breath. you pull back to let him glimpse your wet lips. the look in your hooded eyes makes him want to reach out but you move away from his hand before lowering back onto him, taking him farther than before, gagging at your overexcitement. he tries to ease you back with a hand on your face but you push it away as you continue to take him. you can't take him too far, filling the slack with your hand. you aren't well versed in this but you've wanted to try something. You pull back slightly to allow yourself some reprieve before swallowing. his hips stutter immediately.

you smile the bit you can at his reaction as you suck a bit more before doing it again. he subconsciously grabs the sheets under him. you don't give him a second to think, going almost on autopilot. you pull back for a breath, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking him again. the feeling of him getting closer makes you want to bring him there. the way he had you feeling the past few weeks has been maddening. you remember this, digging the nails of your free hand into the tops of his thigh. he hisses, making a move like he's going to grab your hair but wills his hand right back to gripping the sheets. right when you hear his rushed 'im going to fucking cum' you pull back to just the tip, sucking like a lollipop until you feel the tension reach a peak. as he freezes, you bring your other hand to cup partly over his tip, catching everything he spills out. stroking him through his release gives you a rush. you smile happily at the rush of power that is tingling you all over. reeling in your smile, you sit up to look down at him, getting close to his face again before wiping your cum covered hand down his shirt. 

the moment you get up to leave is almost a win. almost.

but before you can fully crawl off the bed he tugs you back, handling you much like a doll into place between his legs. “where are you going tiny?”

you're lost for words at having lost control over him that quick. he'd admit he was stunned but the sight of you moving to leave knocked his brain back to where it usually was. the robe covering you was barely doing its job anymore but he had no need for it anyway. he opened it quickly with one hand, the other holding you in place by your thigh. your whole front was exposed now as he looked down at you from over your shoulder. you'd almost forgotten his cock was still out until you felt it twitch behind you.

he lets you sit up as slips off the soiled shirt before gently bringing you back to sit against his chest. “you wanted to show off right? so I could see how good you could treat me? how good you could make me cum?” he moves your thighs apart, resting next to his. “be the one in charge even?” one arm comes across your shoulder, almost locking you in place like a thrill ride. “well tiny…” his other laying on your stomach for less than a second before moving to your core. “it's my turn again.”

he smacks your pussy, jolting you in his hold. you hear his chuckle low in your ear.

“I thought this was a relaxing trip for you but instead you started a game you cant finish.” right as he stopped talking his hand slid quickly between your slit. the wetness there made the grin on his face grow. “but don't worry, i can.” he unleashed a speed you hadn't expected as he toyed with your clit. you scream out before trying to silence yourself. he rubbed and pinched, occasionally moving to smack again. the fire in your stomach was growing by the second. his arm holding you released to play with your breasts. his tight hold still keeping you from moving away but fingers playing with your nipples to add to the spreading warmth all over your body.

shamefully, the moment you let go came with two words you don't think he meant to say. “my baby”

the admiring and lustful words flung you over the edge without a parachute. you swore you stopped breathing for a second. when it was finally over you had to seal his hand between your thighs to get him to stop. you hadn't realized you were shaking a bit until he was whispering, “it's alright, you're alright”, while trying to close your robe over your breasts. when your thighs fall open as you exhale, your brain slowly starts working normally again.

you gently remove his hands from you and move off of the bed. you don't see his face of disappointment and confusion as you get up. “i'm good. i just have to leave before i fall into a delusion again. goodnight.”

he’s taken aback as he watches you leave

his sleepless night turns into a contemplative morning before finally going to knock on your door. But as he opens his own he sees yours is wide open, the maid already making your bed.

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I meant to post this and this on New Years but what the fuck ever. enjoy.

•

During your week tour of the EU you’d asked to stop for the night to ring in the new year. He wasn’t used to really celebrating New Year the same way you were but he indulged you anyway. There you just blended into the crowd, the people around you waiting for the single digit countdown to begin.

At the beat of the explosion of cheers you pulled Yunho close and kissed him with every bit of excitement and hope you had for this new year. He held you tight for that moment that felt like hours. When you pulled away everything felt like it was in slow motion.

The electricity of everyone wishing for a better year was palpable. People were hooting and hollering moving through the crowd with blowers and poppers but all you could see was him. Through the chaos, you let him lead you back to your little room at the cozy hotel. He wasn’t much for a new years celebration usually but the feeling that radiated throughout the town spurred his hands. Pants and shirt discarded with purpose. Movements quick but full of passion as he made you scream, rivaling the loudness outside.

Climaxes happening in unison with your hands pulling him to you. He laid his forehead on yours, breathing into each other as you tried to catch your breaths. A particularly bright, red firework caught both your attention. It lit up the small room for a moment then another one with an even louder crack.

He turned back to you with a smile. “Happy New Year”

Finale coming tomorrow night💜📓

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just a finale

18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4 • pt.5 • pt. 6

I don't usually speak before these but I wanted to say thank you for loving this series. I clearly made this around new years to be released, well, uh on new years but...it's April now so whatever

Again though, thank you for loving the series. I hope more people can see it even though it's over now and enjoy it as well.

for the next two months, you were working busy days and having quiet nights. christmas provided you an escape from your guilt for a bit as you visited family.

but now it was new years. for the sake of your sanity, you accepted an invitation to a countdown party at a club you were a semi-regular at. you hadn’t expected it to be as wild as it was when you arrived nor did you expect to see your friend, with a new man no less. you made eye contact and she winked. you just looked on in confusion for a second before a friend dragged you to dance.

after a while, you slipped away to the bathroom upstairs farthest from the main dance floor. usually, the upstairs was mainly blocked off anyway. thankfully it wasn’t overflowing with people in tight dresses trying to get to a toilet before their shots came back to haunt them. you leaned over the sink to get a better look at the small smudge of makeup under your eye when-

“oh my god, hi!!” you caught a glimpse of her in the mirror first as she ran up to the sink next to you to wash her hands. a sizable hickey sat right in the crook of her neck making you feel uncomfortable. you weren’t sure if it was from yunho or the new man she was cuddled up with. to say you were confused would be an understatement.

“uhh h-hi”

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she leans against the sink, giddy with a tipsy giggle.

“y-yeah, and now i think i was missing a few chapters.”

she makes an amused face with her tongue out. “just a bit of fun”

“b-but what about…” you trail off but she looks at you expectantly like she doesn’t know. “...yunho?”

her eyes go wide. “oh! yeah” she laughs to herself then groans “that’s been over. I never meant for that to be a long term thing anyway but i did try i promise.”

you listen in confusion as she tries to clean up her makeup, any lipstick she had on now completely gone. remnants of it smudged all around her mouth “i tried to make it last longer, even thought about suggesting an open relationship but I just couldn’t do it anymore. couldn’t handle the double life, if you get what i mean. he was getting really…i don't know, distant i guess, anyway.”

“wait, i’m confused.” 

she sighed then chuckled. “don’t make me say it.” from the purely lost look on your face she continued. “I can’t do monogamy, babe. I don’t even know how it happened with him. I tried but I couldn’t do it. I thought the idea of an open relationship might scare him so I just did what I do best.” she winked and turned to leave with a smile “he ended it not long after anyway.”

she spoke the last part so nonchalantly that you felt almost more confused than before she spoke as you watched her leave. but she stopped for a second turning back with a genuine smile. “i know we aren’t the closest but don’t be a stranger anymore, yeah?’

a heavy smile finds its way to your face as you nod “yeah”

you think she can sense there’s something you want to say but leaves instead.

you stood there a few more moments before leaving the restroom, trying to process what she just told you. you contemplated leaving, as you looked out into the sea of people currently lit up blueish purple. stood at the top of one of the staircases that face each other in the large rotunda, you tried to uncloud your head when you saw a familiar figure walking down the other set of stairs. he was talking with two other men but his eyes were searching the room.

you quickly turned away and slipped between people as he started to look in your direction. you knew this club for its less busy days so you followed a route you knew to the back stairs and up to the roof. you abandoned your heels halfway up. part of the bar has a big skylight glass ceiling to look up at the sky and the attached piece on the side was a small rooftop where the owner kept a personal area. It was usually unlocked as most didn’t know about the area behind the locked gate but you knew how to slip by it. he knew you went up there now but he didn’t mind. It was nice, nothing extravagant but very calm. exactly what you needed right now.

you looked to the dozens of buildings around that had people celebrating as well.

you hear the door open and nearly jump out of your skin. in all the times you’ve been up here, no one has come but the owner and you knew he wouldn’t as he said “I’m too old to be here at night. I just come to make sure none of my shit is broken”

the tall figure emerged from the doorway with soft eyes.

you grew irritated immediately and confused. “how did you get up here?”

“how did you?”

you turned back to the sky. “the owner knows I come up here.

he didn’t say anything else but you could hear him approaching. the sky was sprinkled with people lighting their own fireworks before the extravagant ones go off at midnight. they looked so tiny in different parts of the sky. you admired them so much you hadn’t noticed him come next to you. he eyed you as you looked on. both leaning on the edge, caught up in two different things.

you finally realized, side eyeing him. “what?”

he sighed deeply with apologetic eyes “y/n-“

“don’t”

“what i-?”

“don’t. I don’t need you to say anything.“ it came out a bit meeker than you hoped that time but it got the point across.

he bites down on his lips in contemplation before speaking again. “is it because I didn’t reach out? I thought you might need space but there are so many things I wanted to say-“

“it’s because you left me to go see her!” this shocked you both as you spit the words out quickly only letting a few seconds pass before you continued.  “It’s because I know that everything we did was wrong but I can’t help but feel thrown to the side. It’s because I keep forgetting that it’s not you and me.”

after a few more moments of silence, you say. “I spoke to her.” his head shot up. “more like listened but i know you aren’t together anymore.”

silence followed the last sentence as you contemplated what to say next. you felt the words were going to break your voice before you even spoke them “why didn’t you call?”

he didn’t answer. “if you weren’t with her anymore why didn’t you call? why didn’t you come over? w-why didn’t you try??”

“because that is fucking terrifying.” wide eyes looked at him, finally seeing how tense he looked. all kinds of emotions stirred in his head “y/n, that is terrifying. i have wanted to be with you for so long. the only time i wasn’t a coward was when an opportunity threw itself at me with that phone call. after what happened at the spa i couldn’t even begin to figure out how to dig myself out of the hole I’d somehow gotten myself in. even though I messed around first, i knew she was cheating on me, i knew the whole fucking time. but I still should have ended it rather than pretend I already had. hell, i shouldn’t have even said yes to her in the first place. but now what right did I have to be happy when i was a cheater myself?” the silence stretched for a minute.

“yunho-”

“I don’t want you to look at me as some cheater. I take responsibility for everything I did to both of you. I want you to trust that I didn’t do it to hurt you or play with your feelings. I’m so sorry””

you do know that but something keeps your mouth shut. as you look away back to the now still sky his tears finally fall. “I want you to just hear me out. Ok?” he puts a hand on your cheek gently and you turn back to him.

“I can’t even say anything that no cheater has said before but I’m still going to say that I want you. I have never wanted someone so bad” his eyes are desperate and pleading as they stare into yours “and I don’t just mean like that phone call or in the car. I want you in every conceivable way”

you watched his eyes turn dark, the lust swimming under the desperation was just as genuine. the invisible barrier between you two kept now only by his willpower crumbled.

if you’re being honest, you wanted to hold out longer, still having things to say but when he kissed you, you felt everything he wanted to say and vice versa. 

the way his lips feel against you, you want to stay there forever. there is something lighter. maybe the knowledge that he isn’t someone else’s anymore. or the lack of guilt of at your friend waiting on him. he feels it too as he smiles against your lips.

he pulls away for a moment and the tears that ran over contrast with the wide smile on his handsome face. you go to speak but he’s kissing you again, determined to funnel all his words into his actions. 

his arms come from where they were wrapped around you to grip your hips. it’s almost as if he doesn’t think about it as he guides you against him. 

when he moves away it’s almost as if he doesn’t know what to do. there are so many things he wants to do that his brain almost short circuits but when your sweet voice calls to him he smiles and knows just what to do. he wants to feel you. he’s wanted it for so long. 

all the invisible barriers and rules places between you for the sake of keeping flimsy morals were gone now. he had so much to prove to you.

the wetness on his thigh told him alot but he needed to prep you thoroughly. he wasn’t one for bragging outside of teasing but he was big. probably bigger than anyone you’d had based on your reaction in the car and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

he slipped a hand under your dress and slid two fingers across your slit before sliding them right into your entrance. the way you moaned into his neck was the first test of patience.

he bit his lip, working you open before adding another finger. the grip you had on the nape of his neck tightened. that was the second.

you leaned further back, pulling him with you onto the small lip on the wall. your legs opened wider, wanting more of him. of course you knew why he was so insistent about using his fingers but you wanted one thing right now. your voice pitched as he curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

his third test of patience proved to be his breaking point after you came. he held you tightly, stilling his fingers. he knew you were about to say something to break him when your hand tightened on his nape again. “can i have your big cock now?”

it was his hand that dug into you this time. the hand behind your back grabbed you with the other coming to grab a thigh. he hoisted you up further, with your back now partially on the bottom of the glass ceiling, enough for you to look down at the party goers beneath you when you looked back.

you didn’t give them much thought though as he was finally unzipping his pants. when he was fully out you felt the hottest excitement shoot through you.

a momentary possessive thought sprung to mind. ‘mine now’ you buried it with moans as you lightly played with your clit. he came closer, eyes seeming to reveal the same possessive thought.

he kissed you again, passion leading the charge with the flames turned up to a thousand as he rolled his cock against you. the sound you made was nothing short of obscene but it felt like the purest thing to him.

finally he sank into you. his head threatened to fall back from how good it felt but he couldn’t miss your face. you seemed to have the same idea but were fighting a losing battle. thankfully he used a big hand to hold your head, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he did so. your eyes were lidded but you could still make out his beautiful face. the outline of his mouth in the most beautiful groan you’d ever heard, eyes filled with lust fixed only on you. the gentle hand that was still somehow sturdy enough to hold your head in place. all this while he made you impossibly full. he used his other hand to push your thighs open a little wider, wanting to be as deep as possible.

once his hips met yours he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek. his lips lingered before he pulled away ever so slightly to whisper. “make love now or fuck?

the implications of his words were strong, strong enough to catch your breath but you surprisingly had words to reply.

“its too fucking cold. fuck now, love later.”

he chuckled. “i was thinking the same. we’ve got alot of later to love”

even if you had something to say, you couldn’t before he made his first move. experimental and shallow but enough to erase words from your mouth. it only took two more of those before he was catching a pace. deep and fast.

he pulled out before sinking back in quicker than you would’ve thought. his hips moved more skillfully than you thought possible, knocking any thoughts right out of your head. his hands moved to grip your waist tightly. the flow of his hips coupled with how full you felt had you already filling with heat but the moment he pushed your thighs up and hit your spot you lost all semblance of language. tugging down the top of the flimsy dress, he moaned at the sight. despite the cold the look on his face as your breasts moved takes away any complaint only more moans.

“it’s ok, be as loud as you want.” he spoke in choppy sentences from his movements. you couldn’t even respond, mouth open with repressed pleasure threatening to blow from every nerve in your body while you whimpered and stretched into the increasingly noisy night. you couldn’t hold out much longer.

the faint sound of something behind you tingling the back of your brain but realization didn’t hit until yunho started counting as well. “5…4…-”

you gripped one of the wrists holding your thigh down tight, almost bracing yourself “yunho”

“3…2…-”

…

“1”

the cracking and exploding of fireworks above you masked your loud and obscene sounds. reds and greens and blue expanding above you almost an extension of the sensations. he took all of your sounds as fuel, not stopping as you arched and writhed. even his name getting lost in the cheers and explosions.

the pressure on your sensitive spot didn't stop. he hit over and over, bending over to bite at your neck. the feel of his breathy groans against you almost too much. despite the sensitivity, you moved to wrap an arm around his back and the other holding the back of his neck. “please cum”

it was your voice again that drove him to the edge. the sound like sugar leading him to heaven as he came as deep inside you as he could. with the most pornographic and shameless moan only for your ears he moved sloppily through his high finally dragging to a stop with his head still in your neck.

you’re so close to the skylight you’re able to see some people kissing and drinking the night away. at some point you make eye contact through hooded lids with your friend. she sees you over her dates shoulder with a suspicious hand under her skirt as she gives you a sly smile and a wink.

you blink unsure of what to do before chuckling. you’ve come a long way from the phone call.

he carefully pulls out and turns you around to lean on the glass ceiling, focused on more fireworks going off at a building in the distance.

he holds your shaking form against him not bothering to cover your chest from those who have taken an interest in you two.

his smile can be felt against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. “have I proven it yet?”

“what?” you breathe out heavily with his smile growing wider as you feel him slipping himself back in.

“that you’re mine.”

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18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4 • pt.5 • pt. 6

I don't usually speak before these but I wanted to say thank you for loving this series. I clearly made this around new years to be released, well, uh on new years but...it's April now so whatever

Again though, thank you for loving the series. I hope more people can see it even though it's over now and enjoy it as well.

for the next two months, you were working busy days and having quiet nights. christmas provided you an escape from your guilt for a bit as you visited family.

but now it was new years. for the sake of your sanity, you accepted an invitation to a countdown party at a club you were a semi-regular at. you hadn’t expected it to be as wild as it was when you arrived nor did you expect to see your friend, with a new man no less. you made eye contact and she winked. you just looked on in confusion for a second before a friend dragged you to dance.

after a while, you slipped away to the bathroom upstairs farthest from the main dance floor. usually, the upstairs was mainly blocked off anyway. thankfully it wasn’t overflowing with people in tight dresses trying to get to a toilet before their shots came back to haunt them. you leaned over the sink to get a better look at the small smudge of makeup under your eye when-

“oh my god, hi!!” you caught a glimpse of her in the mirror first as she ran up to the sink next to you to wash her hands. a sizable hickey sat right in the crook of her neck making you feel uncomfortable. you weren’t sure if it was from yunho or the new man she was cuddled up with. to say you were confused would be an understatement.

“uhh h-hi”

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she leans against the sink, giddy with a tipsy giggle.

“y-yeah, and now i think i was missing a few chapters.”

she makes an amused face with her tongue out. “just a bit of fun”

“b-but what about…” you trail off but she looks at you expectantly like she doesn’t know. “...yunho?”

her eyes go wide. “oh! yeah” she laughs to herself then groans “that’s been over. I never meant for that to be a long term thing anyway but i did try i promise.”

you listen in confusion as she tries to clean up her makeup, any lipstick she had on now completely gone. remnants of it smudged all around her mouth “i tried to make it last longer, even thought about suggesting an open relationship but I just couldn’t do it anymore. couldn’t handle the double life, if you get what i mean. he was getting really…i don't know, distant i guess, anyway.”

“wait, i’m confused.” 

she sighed then chuckled. “don’t make me say it.” from the purely lost look on your face she continued. “I can’t do monogamy, babe. I don’t even know how it happened with him. I tried but I couldn’t do it. I thought the idea of an open relationship might scare him so I just did what I do best.” she winked and turned to leave with a smile “he ended it not long after anyway.”

she spoke the last part so nonchalantly that you felt almost more confused than before she spoke as you watched her leave. but she stopped for a second turning back with a genuine smile. “i know we aren’t the closest but don’t be a stranger anymore, yeah?’

a heavy smile finds its way to your face as you nod “yeah”

you think she can sense there’s something you want to say but leaves instead.

you stood there a few more moments before leaving the restroom, trying to process what she just told you. you contemplated leaving, as you looked out into the sea of people currently lit up blueish purple. stood at the top of one of the staircases that face each other in the large rotunda, you tried to uncloud your head when you saw a familiar figure walking down the other set of stairs. he was talking with two other men but his eyes were searching the room.

you quickly turned away and slipped between people as he started to look in your direction. you knew this club for its less busy days so you followed a route you knew to the back stairs and up to the roof. you abandoned your heels halfway up. part of the bar has a big skylight glass ceiling to look up at the sky and the attached piece on the side was a small rooftop where the owner kept a personal area. It was usually unlocked as most didn’t know about the area behind the locked gate but you knew how to slip by it. he knew you went up there now but he didn’t mind. It was nice, nothing extravagant but very calm. exactly what you needed right now.

you looked to the dozens of buildings around that had people celebrating as well.

you hear the door open and nearly jump out of your skin. in all the times you’ve been up here, no one has come but the owner and you knew he wouldn’t as he said “I’m too old to be here at night. I just come to make sure none of my shit is broken”

the tall figure emerged from the doorway with soft eyes.

you grew irritated immediately and confused. “how did you get up here?”

“how did you?”

you turned back to the sky. “the owner knows I come up here.

he didn’t say anything else but you could hear him approaching. the sky was sprinkled with people lighting their own fireworks before the extravagant ones go off at midnight. they looked so tiny in different parts of the sky. you admired them so much you hadn’t noticed him come next to you. he eyed you as you looked on. both leaning on the edge, caught up in two different things.

you finally realized, side eyeing him. “what?”

he sighed deeply with apologetic eyes “y/n-“

“don’t”

“what i-?”

“don’t. I don’t need you to say anything.“ it came out a bit meeker than you hoped that time but it got the point across.

he bites down on his lips in contemplation before speaking again. “is it because I didn’t reach out? I thought you might need space but there are so many things I wanted to say-“

“it’s because you left me to go see her!” this shocked you both as you spit the words out quickly only letting a few seconds pass before you continued.  “It’s because I know that everything we did was wrong but I can’t help but feel thrown to the side. It’s because I keep forgetting that it’s not you and me.”

after a few more moments of silence, you say. “I spoke to her.” his head shot up. “more like listened but i know you aren’t together anymore.”

silence followed the last sentence as you contemplated what to say next. you felt the words were going to break your voice before you even spoke them “why didn’t you call?”

he didn’t answer. “if you weren’t with her anymore why didn’t you call? why didn’t you come over? w-why didn’t you try??”

“because that is fucking terrifying.” wide eyes looked at him, finally seeing how tense he looked. all kinds of emotions stirred in his head “y/n, that is terrifying. i have wanted to be with you for so long. the only time i wasn’t a coward was when an opportunity threw itself at me with that phone call. after what happened at the spa i couldn’t even begin to figure out how to dig myself out of the hole I’d somehow gotten myself in. even though I messed around first, i knew she was cheating on me, i knew the whole fucking time. but I still should have ended it rather than pretend I already had. hell, i shouldn’t have even said yes to her in the first place. but now what right did I have to be happy when i was a cheater myself?” the silence stretched for a minute.

“yunho-”

“I don’t want you to look at me as some cheater. I take responsibility for everything I did to both of you. I want you to trust that I didn’t do it to hurt you or play with your feelings. I’m so sorry””

you do know that but something keeps your mouth shut. as you look away back to the now still sky his tears finally fall. “I want you to just hear me out. Ok?” he puts a hand on your cheek gently and you turn back to him.

“I can’t even say anything that no cheater has said before but I’m still going to say that I want you. I have never wanted someone so bad” his eyes are desperate and pleading as they stare into yours “and I don’t just mean like that phone call or in the car. I want you in every conceivable way”

you watched his eyes turn dark, the lust swimming under the desperation was just as genuine. the invisible barrier between you two kept now only by his willpower crumbled.

if you’re being honest, you wanted to hold out longer, still having things to say but when he kissed you, you felt everything he wanted to say and vice versa. 

the way his lips feel against you, you want to stay there forever. there is something lighter. maybe the knowledge that he isn’t someone else’s anymore. or the lack of guilt of at your friend waiting on him. he feels it too as he smiles against your lips.

he pulls away for a moment and the tears that ran over contrast with the wide smile on his handsome face. you go to speak but he’s kissing you again, determined to funnel all his words into his actions. 

his arms come from where they were wrapped around you to grip your hips. it’s almost as if he doesn’t think about it as he guides you against him. 

when he moves away it’s almost as if he doesn’t know what to do. there are so many things he wants to do that his brain almost short circuits but when your sweet voice calls to him he smiles and knows just what to do. he wants to feel you. he’s wanted it for so long. 

all the invisible barriers and rules places between you for the sake of keeping flimsy morals were gone now. he had so much to prove to you.

the wetness on his thigh told him alot but he needed to prep you thoroughly. he wasn’t one for bragging outside of teasing but he was big. probably bigger than anyone you’d had based on your reaction in the car and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

he slipped a hand under your dress and slid two fingers across your slit before sliding them right into your entrance. the way you moaned into his neck was the first test of patience.

he bit his lip, working you open before adding another finger. the grip you had on the nape of his neck tightened. that was the second.

you leaned further back, pulling him with you onto the small lip on the wall. your legs opened wider, wanting more of him. of course you knew why he was so insistent about using his fingers but you wanted one thing right now. your voice pitched as he curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

his third test of patience proved to be his breaking point after you came. he held you tightly, stilling his fingers. he knew you were about to say something to break him when your hand tightened on his nape again. “can i have your big cock now?”

it was his hand that dug into you this time. the hand behind your back grabbed you with the other coming to grab a thigh. he hoisted you up further, with your back now partially on the bottom of the glass ceiling, enough for you to look down at the party goers beneath you when you looked back.

you didn’t give them much thought though as he was finally unzipping his pants. when he was fully out you felt the hottest excitement shoot through you.

a momentary possessive thought sprung to mind. ‘mine now’ you buried it with moans as you lightly played with your clit. he came closer, eyes seeming to reveal the same possessive thought.

he kissed you again, passion leading the charge with the flames turned up to a thousand as he rolled his cock against you. the sound you made was nothing short of obscene but it felt like the purest thing to him.

finally he sank into you. his head threatened to fall back from how good it felt but he couldn’t miss your face. you seemed to have the same idea but were fighting a losing battle. thankfully he used a big hand to hold your head, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he did so. your eyes were lidded but you could still make out his beautiful face. the outline of his mouth in the most beautiful groan you’d ever heard, eyes filled with lust fixed only on you. the gentle hand that was still somehow sturdy enough to hold your head in place. all this while he made you impossibly full. he used his other hand to push your thighs open a little wider, wanting to be as deep as possible.

once his hips met yours he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek. his lips lingered before he pulled away ever so slightly to whisper. “make love now or fuck?

the implications of his words were strong, strong enough to catch your breath but you surprisingly had words to reply.

“its too fucking cold. fuck now, love later.”

he chuckled. “i was thinking the same. we’ve got alot of later to love”

even if you had something to say, you couldn’t before he made his first move. experimental and shallow but enough to erase words from your mouth. it only took two more of those before he was catching a pace. deep and fast.

he pulled out before sinking back in quicker than you would’ve thought. his hips moved more skillfully than you thought possible, knocking any thoughts right out of your head. his hands moved to grip your waist tightly. the flow of his hips coupled with how full you felt had you already filling with heat but the moment he pushed your thighs up and hit your spot you lost all semblance of language. tugging down the top of the flimsy dress, he moaned at the sight. despite the cold the look on his face as your breasts moved takes away any complaint only more moans.

“it’s ok, be as loud as you want.” he spoke in choppy sentences from his movements. you couldn’t even respond, mouth open with repressed pleasure threatening to blow from every nerve in your body while you whimpered and stretched into the increasingly noisy night. you couldn’t hold out much longer.

the faint sound of something behind you tingling the back of your brain but realization didn’t hit until yunho started counting as well. “5…4…-”

you gripped one of the wrists holding your thigh down tight, almost bracing yourself “yunho”

“3…2…-”

…

“1”

the cracking and exploding of fireworks above you masked your loud and obscene sounds. reds and greens and blue expanding above you almost an extension of the sensations. he took all of your sounds as fuel, not stopping as you arched and writhed. even his name getting lost in the cheers and explosions.

the pressure on your sensitive spot didn't stop. he hit over and over, bending over to bite at your neck. the feel of his breathy groans against you almost too much. despite the sensitivity, you moved to wrap an arm around his back and the other holding the back of his neck. “please cum”

it was your voice again that drove him to the edge. the sound like sugar leading him to heaven as he came as deep inside you as he could. with the most pornographic and shameless moan only for your ears he moved sloppily through his high finally dragging to a stop with his head still in your neck.

you’re so close to the skylight you’re able to see some people kissing and drinking the night away. at some point you make eye contact through hooded lids with your friend. she sees you over her dates shoulder with a suspicious hand under her skirt as she gives you a sly smile and a wink.

you blink unsure of what to do before chuckling. you’ve come a long way from the phone call.

he carefully pulls out and turns you around to lean on the glass ceiling, focused on more fireworks going of at a building in the distance.

he holds your shaking form against him not bothering to cover your chest from those who have taken an interest in you two.

his smile can he felt against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. “have I proven it yet?”

“what?” you breathe out heavily with his smile growing wider as you feel him slipping himself back in.

“that you’re mine.”

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18+ • drabble • yunho • pt. 1 • pt.2 • pt.3  • pt.4 • pt.5 • pt. 6

I don't usually speak before these but I wanted to say thank you for loving this series. I clearly made this around new years to be released, well, uh on new years but...it's April now so whatever

Again though, thank you for loving the series. I hope more people can see it even though it's over now and enjoy it as well.

for the next two months, you were working busy days and having quiet nights. christmas provided you an escape from your guilt for a bit as you visited family.

but now it was new years. for the sake of your sanity, you accepted an invitation to a countdown party at a club you were a semi-regular at. you hadn’t expected it to be as wild as it was when you arrived nor did you expect to see your friend, with a new man no less. you made eye contact and she winked. you just looked on in confusion for a second before a friend dragged you to dance.

after a while, you slipped away to the bathroom upstairs farthest from the main dance floor. usually, the upstairs was mainly blocked off anyway. thankfully it wasn’t overflowing with people in tight dresses trying to get to a toilet before their shots came back to haunt them. you leaned over the sink to get a better look at the small smudge of makeup under your eye when-

“oh my god, hi!!” you caught a glimpse of her in the mirror first as she ran up to the sink next to you to wash her hands. a sizable hickey sat right in the crook of her neck making you feel uncomfortable. you weren’t sure if it was from yunho or the new man she was cuddled up with. to say you were confused would be an understatement.

“uhh h-hi”

“I haven’t seen you in forever!” she leans against the sink, giddy with a tipsy giggle.

“y-yeah, and now i think i was missing a few chapters.”

she makes an amused face with her tongue out. “just a bit of fun”

“b-but what about…” you trail off but she looks at you expectantly like she doesn’t know. “...yunho?”

her eyes go wide. “oh! yeah” she laughs to herself then groans “that’s been over. I never meant for that to be a long term thing anyway but i did try i promise.”

you listen in confusion as she tries to clean up her makeup, any lipstick she had on now completely gone. remnants of it smudged all around her mouth “i tried to make it last longer, even thought about suggesting an open relationship but I just couldn’t do it anymore. couldn’t handle the double life, if you get what i mean. he was getting really…i don't know, distant i guess, anyway.”

“wait, i’m confused.” 

she sighed then chuckled. “don’t make me say it.” from the purely lost look on your face she continued. “I can’t do monogamy, babe. I don’t even know how it happened with him. I tried but I couldn’t do it. I thought the idea of an open relationship might scare him so I just did what I do best.” she winked and turned to leave with a smile “he ended it not long after anyway.”

she spoke the last part so nonchalantly that you felt almost more confused than before she spoke as you watched her leave. but she stopped for a second turning back with a genuine smile. “i know we aren’t the closest but don’t be a stranger anymore, yeah?’

a heavy smile finds its way to your face as you nod “yeah”

you think she can sense there’s something you want to say but leaves instead.

you stood there a few more moments before leaving the restroom, trying to process what she just told you. you contemplated leaving, as you looked out into the sea of people currently lit up blueish purple. stood at the top of one of the staircases that face each other in the large rotunda, you tried to uncloud your head when you saw a familiar figure walking down the other set of stairs. he was talking with two other men but his eyes were searching the room.

you quickly turned away and slipped between people as he started to look in your direction. you knew this club for its less busy days so you followed a route you knew to the back stairs and up to the roof. you abandoned your heels halfway up. part of the bar has a big skylight glass ceiling to look up at the sky and the attached piece on the side was a small rooftop where the owner kept a personal area. It was usually unlocked as most didn’t know about the area behind the locked gate but you knew how to slip by it. he knew you went up there now but he didn’t mind. It was nice, nothing extravagant but very calm. exactly what you needed right now.

you looked to the dozens of buildings around that had people celebrating as well.

you hear the door open and nearly jump out of your skin. in all the times you’ve been up here, no one has come but the owner and you knew he wouldn’t as he said “I’m too old to be here at night. I just come to make sure none of my shit is broken”

the tall figure emerged from the doorway with soft eyes.

you grew irritated immediately and confused. “how did you get up here?”

“how did you?”

you turned back to the sky. “the owner knows I come up here.

he didn’t say anything else but you could hear him approaching. the sky was sprinkled with people lighting their own fireworks before the extravagant ones go off at midnight. they looked so tiny in different parts of the sky. you admired them so much you hadn’t noticed him come next to you. he eyed you as you looked on. both leaning on the edge, caught up in two different things.

you finally realized, side eyeing him. “what?”

he sighed deeply with apologetic eyes “y/n-“

“don’t”

“what i-?”

“don’t. I don’t need you to say anything.“ it came out a bit meeker than you hoped that time but it got the point across.

he bites down on his lips in contemplation before speaking again. “is it because I didn’t reach out? I thought you might need space but there are so many things I wanted to say-“

“it’s because you left me to go see her!” this shocked you both as you spit the words out quickly only letting a few seconds pass before you continued.  “It’s because I know that everything we did was wrong but I can’t help but feel thrown to the side. It’s because I keep forgetting that it’s not you and me.”

after a few more moments of silence, you say. “I spoke to her.” his head shot up. “more like listened but i know you aren’t together anymore.”

silence followed the last sentence as you contemplated what to say next. you felt the words were going to break your voice before you even spoke them “why didn’t you call?”

he didn’t answer. “if you weren’t with her anymore why didn’t you call? why didn’t you come over? w-why didn’t you try??”

“because that is fucking terrifying.” wide eyes looked at him, finally seeing how tense he looked. all kinds of emotions stirred in his head “y/n, that is terrifying. i have wanted to be with you for so long. the only time i wasn’t a coward was when an opportunity threw itself at me with that phone call. after what happened at the spa i couldn’t even begin to figure out how to dig myself out of the hole I’d somehow gotten myself in. even though I messed around first, i knew she was cheating on me, i knew the whole fucking time. but I still should have ended it rather than pretend I already had. hell, i shouldn’t have even said yes to her in the first place. but now what right did I have to be happy when i was a cheater myself?” the silence stretched for a minute.

“yunho-”

“I don’t want you to look at me as some cheater. I take responsibility for everything I did to both of you. I want you to trust that I didn’t do it to hurt you or play with your feelings. I’m so sorry””

you do know that but something keeps your mouth shut. as you look away back to the now still sky his tears finally fall. “I want you to just hear me out. Ok?” he puts a hand on your cheek gently and you turn back to him.

“I can’t even say anything that no cheater has said before but I’m still going to say that I want you. I have never wanted someone so bad” his eyes are desperate and pleading as they stare into yours “and I don’t just mean like that phone call or in the car. I want you in every conceivable way”

you watched his eyes turn dark, the lust swimming under the desperation was just as genuine. the invisible barrier between you two kept now only by his willpower crumbled.

if you’re being honest, you wanted to hold out longer, still having things to say but when he kissed you, you felt everything he wanted to say and vice versa. 

the way his lips feel against you, you want to stay there forever. there is something lighter. maybe the knowledge that he isn’t someone else’s anymore. or the lack of guilt of at your friend waiting on him. he feels it too as he smiles against your lips.

he pulls away for a moment and the tears that ran over contrast with the wide smile on his handsome face. you go to speak but he’s kissing you again, determined to funnel all his words into his actions. 

his arms come from where they were wrapped around you to grip your hips. it’s almost as if he doesn’t think about it as he guides you against him. 

when he moves away it’s almost as if he doesn’t know what to do. there are so many things he wants to do that his brain almost short circuits but when your sweet voice calls to him he smiles and knows just what to do. he wants to feel you. he’s wanted it for so long. 

all the invisible barriers and rules places between you for the sake of keeping flimsy morals were gone now. he had so much to prove to you.

the wetness on his thigh told him alot but he needed to prep you thoroughly. he wasn’t one for bragging outside of teasing but he was big. probably bigger than anyone you’d had based on your reaction in the car and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

he slipped a hand under your dress and slid two fingers across your slit before sliding them right into your entrance. the way you moaned into his neck was the first test of patience.

he bit his lip, working you open before adding another finger. the grip you had on the nape of his neck tightened. that was the second.

you leaned further back, pulling him with you onto the small lip on the wall. your legs opened wider, wanting more of him. of course you knew why he was so insistent about using his fingers but you wanted one thing right now. your voice pitched as he curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

his third test of patience proved to be his breaking point after you came. he held you tightly, stilling his fingers. he knew you were about to say something to break him when your hand tightened on his nape again. “can i have your big cock now?”

it was his hand that dug into you this time. the hand behind your back grabbed you with the other coming to grab a thigh. he hoisted you up further, with your back now partially on the bottom of the glass ceiling, enough for you to look down at the party goers beneath you when you looked back.

you didn’t give them much thought though as he was finally unzipping his pants. when he was fully out you felt the hottest excitement shoot through you.

a momentary possessive thought sprung to mind. ‘mine now’ you buried it with moans as you lightly played with your clit. he came closer, eyes seeming to reveal the same possessive thought.

he kissed you again, passion leading the charge with the flames turned up to a thousand as he rolled his cock against you. the sound you made was nothing short of obscene but it felt like the purest thing to him.

finally he sank into you. his head threatened to fall back from how good it felt but he couldn’t miss your face. you seemed to have the same idea but were fighting a losing battle. thankfully he used a big hand to hold your head, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he did so. your eyes were lidded but you could still make out his beautiful face. the outline of his mouth in the most beautiful groan you’d ever heard, eyes filled with lust fixed only on you. the gentle hand that was still somehow sturdy enough to hold your head in place. all this while he made you impossibly full. he used his other hand to push your thighs open a little wider, wanting to be as deep as possible.

once his hips met yours he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek. his lips lingered before he pulled away ever so slightly to whisper. “make love now or fuck?

the implications of his words were strong, strong enough to catch your breath but you surprisingly had words to reply.

“its too fucking cold. fuck now, love later.”

he chuckled. “i was thinking the same. we’ve got alot of later to love”

even if you had something to say, you couldn’t before he made his first move. experimental and shallow but enough to erase words from your mouth. it only took two more of those before he was catching a pace. deep and fast.

he pulled out before sinking back in quicker than you would’ve thought. his hips moved more skillfully than you thought possible, knocking any thoughts right out of your head. his hands moved to grip your waist tightly. the flow of his hips coupled with how full you felt had you already filling with heat but the moment he pushed your thighs up and hit your spot you lost all semblance of language. tugging down the top of the flimsy dress, he moaned at the sight. despite the cold the look on his face as your breasts moved takes away any complaint only more moans.

“it’s ok, be as loud as you want.” he spoke in choppy sentences from his movements. you couldn’t even respond, mouth open with repressed pleasure threatening to blow from every nerve in your body while you whimpered and stretched into the increasingly noisy night. you couldn’t hold out much longer.

the faint sound of something behind you tingling the back of your brain but realization didn’t hit until yunho started counting as well. “5…4…-”

you gripped one of the wrists holding your thigh down tight, almost bracing yourself “yunho”

“3…2…-”

…

“1”

the cracking and exploding of fireworks above you masked your loud and obscene sounds. reds and greens and blue expanding above you almost an extension of the sensations. he took all of your sounds as fuel, not stopping as you arched and writhed. even his name getting lost in the cheers and explosions.

the pressure on your sensitive spot didn't stop. he hit over and over, bending over to bite at your neck. the feel of his breathy groans against you almost too much. despite the sensitivity, you moved to wrap an arm around his back and the other holding the back of his neck. “please cum”

it was your voice again that drove him to the edge. the sound like sugar leading him to heaven as he came as deep inside you as he could. with the most pornographic and shameless moan only for your ears he moved sloppily through his high finally dragging to a stop with his head still in your neck.

you’re so close to the skylight you’re able to see some people kissing and drinking the night away. at some point you make eye contact through hooded lids with your friend. she sees you over her dates shoulder with a suspicious hand under her skirt as she gives you a sly smile and a wink.

you blink unsure of what to do before chuckling. you’ve come a long way from the phone call.

he carefully pulls out and turns you around to lean on the glass ceiling, focused on more fireworks going of at a building in the distance.

he holds your shaking form against him not bothering to cover your chest from those who have taken an interest in you two.

his smile can he felt against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck. “have I proven it yet?”

“what?” you breathe out heavily with his smile growing wider as you feel him slipping himself back in.

“that you’re mine.”

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During your week tour of the EU you’d asked to stop for the night to ring in the new year. He wasn’t used to really celebrating New Year the same way you were but he indulged you anyway. There you just blended into the crowd, the people around you waiting for the single digit countdown to begin.

At the beat of the explosion of cheers you pulled Yunho close and kissed him with every bit of excitement and hope you had for this new year. He held you tight for that moment that felt like hours. When you pulled away everything felt like it was in slow motion.

The electricity of everyone wishing for a better year was palpable. People were hooting and hollering moving through the crowd with blowers and poppers but all you could see was him. Through the chaos, you let him lead you back to your little room at the cozy hotel. He wasn’t much for a new years celebration usually but the feeling that radiated throughout the town spurred his hands. Pants and shirt discarded with purpose. Movements quick but full of passion as he made you scream, rivaling the loudness outside.

Climaxes happening in unison with your hands pulling him to you. He laid his forehead on yours, breathing into each other as you tried to catch your breaths. A particularly bright, red firework caught both your attention. It lit up the small room for a moment then another one with an even louder crack.

He turned back to you with a smile. “Happy New Year”

idk i love the trope of yanderes with money

What do you mean you have a big house for me? What do you mean you bought me everything I wanted??

It makes the drama so much juicier and the 'take care of me' mindset so easy to slip into. You know they're potentially very dangerous but you also want to be taken care of. Like oh girl give it to me

(im looking at you yandere chan and yunho)