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countessdiana · 3 months

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- 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 - 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ! ⋆·˚ ༘ *

synopsis: in which the way you look after showering gets your husband worked up.

genre: romance, smut, 18+. mdni.

warnings: dilf yunho!!!!!! yunho is in his late 30s-early 40s here, nudity implied, kitchen sex, swearing, breast play, making out, female reader, big!dick yunho, hand kink, finger sucking (yunho AND reader!!) tit sucking, cervix fucking, choking kink, breeding kink, if i missed anything let me know ! :3

song for the chapter : into it - chase atlantic

happy reading !

the coconut and lime scent of your conditioner floods the first floor of your home, sending your husband into a faint distraction. the scent runs up his nostrils, up to his brain, and straight down his cock. the music you’re playing blares through your phone in the shower, your husband hearing it through to the second floor.

“I BEEN CATCHIN’ PLANES FOR THE FUN OF IT,”

you sing out extra loud, your husband pausing his speech to apologize for the background noise.

you took an everything shower today, so you already made dinner before showering— considering you’d be exhausted.

somehow, yunho put the pieces together, finishing dinner and making it the right way. you didn’t expect yunho to be so generous tonight— but here you are, standing over the stove and nibbling little pieces of the food while you waited for yunho to finish from a call he was wrapped up in.

you looked around the kitchen out of boredom, looking for things to do before you dived into the food. the way yunho’s shirt sat so pretty onto your body, riding up your thighs as your pink panties peak through the ends of the tee made your man so painfully distracted— holding himself back from fucking you over the piping hot stove.

yunho watched how the ends of your hair weren’t fully dried and how it dripped onto the back of your calves, dripping down your shiny legs. he also watched how your— his— tshirt rode up your legs anytime you reached up somewhere or bent to get something. his eyes did not leave your body.

you were still stood over the stovetop, taking little bites of the greens. you moan in how good the food is, a blend of paprika and garlic seasoning, along with the sweetness of the teriyaki sauce that yunho drizzled everywhere.

but even through the layers of seasonings he put into the food, your scent still broke through it all.

“yeah, sounds good. i’ll put in the CRA request like we mentioned previously, and i’ll email you the forums. just let me know when you need it. was there anything else i could assist you with today, mr. song?” the man on the computer responds and the call comes to an end.

you stare at how attractive he is when he’s working— all the business talk that made no fucking sense to you, but he understands it like his own language, and that in itself makes you weak.

“doll, what do you have on? it smells good.” he finally decides to speak after what felt like hours of him admiring from behind his computer screen.

a much older man admiring your hygiene is something you never thought you’d see, but yunho was drooling on the laptop beneath his fingertips.

“it’s your favorite lotion,” you look up at him through damp eyelashes and flushed cheeks, watching how his nostrils flare with every breath he takes.

it takes yunho everything in his body to not pick you up and throw you over the counter and pound a baby into your small belly. he’s much older than you are, but when he met you, he knew you’d be his companion.

“yu, this smells really yummy. you did a great job, baby.” you walk over to yunho on the other end of the table, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind him. he holds onto your hands and throws his head back onto your stomach, looking up at you.

“sweets, the last thing on my mind is dinner. let me taste you, little girl,” his soft and mature voice makes your legs quiver with excitement as yunho takes your hands in his, bringing your middle and ring finger to his mouth, sucking on the digits. you gasp in response, watching how desperate the middle aged man underneath your touch grows weak at your feet.

“i can never get enough of you. wanna fuck you all day.” he stands up to face you, bringing his lips to yours. he sucks and nibs at your bottom lip to gain quicker access to explore the rest of your mouth. you deepen the kiss, the faint taste of cigarettes cloud your small mouth, making you whimper in desperation. he slides a hand between your thighs, thumb rubbing against your clit. you’re not sure if your juices make a patch on your panties or if its from your shower. nonetheless, you are so fucking turned on right now that the last thing on your mind is dinner.

“what have you done to me, pretty girl?” he feels as though you’ve casted a spell on him. everything you do makes him feral; weak in the knees. but somehow, you make him a man.

“i’m just here, yunho. don’t give me all the credit,” you gasp at the feeling of his long fingers pushing into your tight wet cunt. he gasps in sarcasm, exploring your face as he uses your cunt to soak his fingers— bringing them up to your mouth.

you feel his fingers curl into a ‘come here’ motion, your breath hitching as he pushes against your walls. your eyes roll, grasping his forearm as he speeds up his motions. you cry out and beg for him to slow down, but he doesn’t listen.

“so pretty. look at these lips, let me kiss them.” he brings his lips to yours in an open mouthed makeout, gasping for air as he pulls away with a deep-dimpled smirk. your pussy convulses around his long fingers, as your husband groans in response.

your thighs clamp shut in an attempt to calm yourself down from how aggressively his fingers ruthlessly ravish your cunt. yunho, reaching your cervix from how long his fingers are, takes in a deep breath at how fast he’s been moving. “yu- ohh— fuck! please— i’m cumming, please i’m gonna cum!” you chant begs along with his name as if it were a mantra, feeling the way his hard cock presses into your backside.

“yeah, feels good, doesn’t it, baby? now let me feel you cum on my cock.” he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking himself dry of your juices. you whimper in need of him inside of you. he lines himself up with your entrance as you’re bent over the counter across from the stove.

he pushes into your soaked pussy deeper, feeling his dick throb ruthlessly inside of you already. lucky for him, he was able to hold himself for almost half an hour on end while he fucks you.

“s-sir, it’s so big! i don’t think i can take y-“ you pull away from his length, feeling like you’re being ripped in half by what feels like 12 inches. he runs his hand along your back from underneath the t-shirt, in an attempt to calm you down and keep you around him.

“tiny girl, you can take me. you’ve let me fuck my cum into you hundreds of times. what’s changed, dollface?” he almost makes you cum from his voice in itself, but you decide to push back while he stays still, waiting for you to adjust to his size for what feels like the millionth time throughout your relationship.

he begins pounding into you at a quicker pace, pulling and tugging at your bare nipples from underneath you. your mouth hangs open as yunho brings his large hand to your throat to wrap itself around it. you grit through your teeth, wishing you could just cum.

you don’t feel like you want to cum, you feel like you’re going to squirt all over his body. “talk to me, baby. what’s it feel like?”

he’s being so fucking annoying and making you focus on anything else other than your orgasm, but you only moan and cry in response.

“i— ‘s too much.” whimpering and shaking in a headlock, you grasp onto yunho’s arm to get a breath of air. from the way his muscular arm wraps itself around your throat makes you cum over, and over already.

yunho gets another quick scent of your lotion and conditioner, making his cock twitch in your cervix.

“i’m almost done baby, give me another one— fuck, you smell so good. the fuck are you doing to me, baby?”

he pounds into you again, harder this time— tugging at your panties to pull you back onto his hips, planting himself deeper in you.

“nngh, oh my god!”

“oh, but i’m the one making you cry like this. give it to me, fucking milk me dry. gonna spill all my cum into your tiny stomach. let me give you my babies, hm? how’s that sound?”

he bends over so his chest is against your back as he nips at your ear. his tongue licks up your tears, planting a kiss on the end of your right eyebrow. his thrusts slow down as he holds you in place to shoot his load right into your baby maker.

“oh my— fuck! yes, so good!”

you cry out in relief that you finally got to spill out your cum onto yunho’s still cock. he lands a sharp slap on your ass before pulling you back up and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“so pretty when you cry for me. should keep a picture in my wallet.”

yunho gets down on his knees before you, licking up your thighs where your juices dried. your fingers run through his pretty softly gelled black hair.

he licks up all of your juices near your heat, using his fingers to push back the cum that threatens to drip from your pussy. your eyes roll to the back of your head as yunho places a kiss on your lower stomach, traveling up beneath your shirt to suck a generous amount of skin on your tit.

“yun— you’re sucking too hard, fuck!” he sucks and bites your nipples as if you were his lifeline,

he slaps the area he sucked on, making you gasp out in surprise. “keep my cum in you until after dinner, i’ll fuck more into you.”

so you sat at the other end of the table with your thighs clenching and unable to think about anything other than your husband pounding a shit ton of babies into you.

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🌷🤍🎀

well? dilfyunho anyone?????

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countessdiana · 3 months

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pretty - j. yunho

a/n: my baby yuyu :( this is inspired by one of my favorite songs ever !!

warnings: swearing

genre : fluff

“yunho! over here!” from across the beige sand beneath your feet, you yell for yunho to face you from a few feet away.

you’re both invited to play beach volleyball with a group of friends, yunho and you were put on the same team— the both of you being compatible on the team— yunho’s height being an advantage, as well as your years of volleyball skill.

“babe! get it get it get it! no!!” you’re shouting and cheering your pretty boyfriend on, in hopes that he’d get the ball over the net to earn your team another point. he gets hopeless at the ball, waiting for the right moment to spike over the net and receive the point to make up for it.

“yunho that’s not fair, you’re too tall. get away from the net man,” though he’s not really close to the net, wooyoung is annoyed at the fact that his team is losing, but that had nothing to do with yunho. he pauses to look his friend up and down, sharing a sassy moment between the two.

“excuse me? not you getting mad because your team sucks,” yunho laughs.

“how does it feel, wooyoung?” you tag along with yunho at picking on the opposing team, wooyoungs attention drifting to you.

“how does what feel?”

“being a loser,” yunho laughs a little too hard, as well as mingi and jongho. jongho literally cannot stop laughing, eyes squinting from the bright sun above him.

“stop laughing, dumbass. we’re on the same team. yunho, watch me kick your ass. give me the ball.” wooyoung ducks under the net, snatching the ball from his hands. wooyoung backs up to serve the ball across the net— completely missing the serve.

“interesting,” hongjoong just watches all of this, he butts into the conversation. it’s almost as if they separated each other by height on purpose, thinking that the shorter they are, the quicker they can be.

“this dude…” mingi laughing with his best friend, seonghwa has is forehead in his hands, embarrassed at their friend’s misery. the game ends at that, the score at a 15 point difference is enough to make wooyoung hide in the body of water.

“i’m just gonna go get something to eat. text me what you guys want from the restaurant down the street.”

yunho just walks away, not even acknowledging what went down.

“wait! no more volleyball?”

“guys?”

“guys come back!”

“this is so embarrassing.”

wooyoung yells as everyone else— including his team— walks away from the area. you and yunho are busy laughing and trying to catch your breaths from what just happened. yunho holds your hand in his, pulling you in to hug you as he walks towards the nearest restaurant.

you finish ordering everyone’s food, sitting patiently with your boyfriend while you wait for your order to be called. he sits in front of you with his white flowy button up; his hair is flowy and frizzy, but in the prettiest way possible.

with your head resting on your hand, you watch the way yunho’s eyes light up at your voice. like a puppy, his ears perk up at the sound of your voice. his cheeks turn red when he notices you staring at his face.

“baby,” you mutter. you take his hand in yours while your other fixes the few strands of hair on his forehead sitting loosely.

“mm?” his eyes are closed as he feels so safe when you touch him. he feels at peace, like he doesn’t belong anywhere else but with you.

the beach was his favorite place, it’s where he met you— where he fell in love with you and never fell out— only falling harder every time.

you take in a deep breath, the saltiness of the air from the ocean hits your nostrils, the sound of waves and seagulls sending you into a trance. yunho being in front of you as the peaceful beach environment makes your heart race in gratefulness for where you are right now; especially that yunho is here with you. “you are so pretty, my beautiful beautiful boy.”

you caress his cheekbones as he rests his head in your hand, your favorite thing that he does. you are his safe space and he would never trade it for the world. yunho had plans of marrying you. he also had dreams of you carrying his children, waking up this morning and being emotional.

you really had been head over heels for each other. nothing would ever keep the two of you apart. having such a peaceful relationship like your’s and yunho’s made you feel like the only woman in the world to yunho. he never failed to make you feel loved every day.

“i love you, y/n.” his eyes are closed, his pearly skin glistening in the sunlight as his hair loosely falls onto his forehead once again. you let it sit, the strand making your heart twist in admiration.

you just watch his chest rise when he’s taking deep breaths. his heart beating out of his chest from the way he’s watching you admire him.

“why are you crying, y/n?” he holds his hand up to hold yours, moving it from his face and resting it on the table where the two of your hands collide.

“i don’t know, i’m so overwhelmed by how much i love you. i love love love love love you. i don’t think you understand, yuyu.” yunho wipes your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“baby! i’ll cry oh my goodness!” he smiles as his cheeks flush red, leaning in to plant a kiss on your sharp nose.

“order #117!” the waitress calls out. you both get the food and sit where everyone else is seated.

you can’t imagine your life without yunho. you are his star, his precious star.

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AWWWWWWW

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countessdiana · 3 months

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Last Dance?

Summary: When your boyfriend doesn't take enough care of himself, the inevitable happens at the end of one of ATEEZ’s concerts.

Pairing: bf!Yunho x fem!reader

Word Count: 1282

Warnings: angst, injury, blood

[ AN: This was just an idea that ran through my head and was intended as oneshot. Well, here is part two: Dancing Forever. Read with caution please. <3 ]

The day of the concert began horribly already with you waking up to Yunho´s empty side of the bed. You know that he didn't sleep, since his side is cold and there is no dent in his pillow. He usually is not as nervous, but the night before, he already had struggled to fall asleep at all. With a sigh, you sit up in bed, sending Mingi a text, asking if he knows where your boyfriend is. Soon, your phone rings and seeing the caller id, you pick up.

“Hey Y/Nnie, Yunho is here, what’s up? He said he woke up early and wanted to let you sleep in.” Mingi said before you even could start speaking, a frown etched onto your features when you stay quiet. This silence was enough for Mingi to realize that his best friend seemingly had lied to him about that. “He wasn't home at all, right?” “Hmh, I'm worried…I think he's overworking, but he won't listen when I ask him to take breaks.” You answered him quietly, worried about your boyfriend. Hearing a shuffling through the phone, you soon realize that Mingi must have stopped Yunho from dancing and sat him down. ‘I am fine Mingi, just going over this dance again…I was home but slept on the sofa!’ You heard Yunho's voice quietly, swallowing hard and feeling guilty for not trying harder to make him take breaks or sleep. Only a few moments later, Mingi must've picked up his phone, because he said something again. “Don´t worry, he'll take a break now, I promise. See you backstage later?” He asked and you only nodded at first, quickly mumbling an ‘okay’ for him before you hung up.

A few hours later, you arrived at the place of the concert, the security searching you before letting you in, they knew you by now, but always followed protocol strictly, which you were thankful for. Walking down the hallway, you stopped shortly before reaching the open door to their backstage room, hearing Yunho talk to his stylist as it seemed. “I already had dinner, so you can put on my makeup already, thanks. What? Oh, yeah I'm okay, just woke up early today, sorry for that.” Hearing his voice made your heart heavy, knowing that this is the voice he uses when he's hiding something. Taking a deep breath to calm down, you then stepped into the room, quickly being greeted by the boys, Wooyoung wanting to hug you, but you duck away from them with a chuckle. Their energy never bothered you, you really closed these boys in your heart. “Stop! You all, sit,” You said, putting on a scolding look and, to your surprise, they actually followed your order, except for Yunho, who already had been sitting in his makeup chair. Giving your boyfriend a short look, you frown but then turned back to the boys, revealing a box with nine donuts, one for each of the boys and one for you, all in their favorite flavors.

After they almost ripped the box from your hands, you secured the ones for you and Yunho and walked over, deciding that it had no use to scold him. A smile on your face, you kissed the top of his head and held out the donut for him. “Hey Yuyu, here I was able to save this from the boys for you,” you chimed quietly, taking a bite of your own while he did take his donut from your hand. “Thanks jagi. Sorry for leaving early this morning…” You shook your head, signaling him that he doesn't have to apologize, you knew how hard the boys always work for their concerts, so you gave up on scolding them a long time ago now. “It's okay, you forgot your keys though. I will leave you now, so your stylist can do her job, she´s already staring daggers at me,” you joked, which made Yunho smile, giggle quietly even, before he nodded and kissed you gently. “Don´t worry, I´ll protect you from her.”

The moment Yunho turned back to the mirror, Mingi called you to him, asking for help with something, but when you sat down on the couch next to him, you frowned. “Okay, either you want my attention, or you should go to the gym, because opening this bottle is something you also can do alone, Mings.” You said, but he laid an arm around your shoulder and smiled, making you think this might be more an act for Yunho than anything. “He looks like shit lately, Y/nnie…what´s up?” He asked and with a little sigh, you leaned your head against his shoulder, talking quietly. This exchange is nothing new for the others, they know how close you and Mingi were from the beginning, he's like a big brother to you. “I don´t know, Mings…he doesn't talk to me. It's been like this for weeks now. He ate less, didn't get much sleep and sometimes didn't even come home from practice.” You explained, letting out a deep sigh. You didn't know why your boyfriend had been so distant lately, not only to you, but also the others. “Did something happen between you guys? Or…maybe something on twitter or such stuff?” Your head tilted backwards to look up at Mingi with a confused expression, but he couldn't really answer this either. Yunho didn't tell any of the boys anything, they assumed he´d be okay. “Maybe it's the stress? This is the last concert before our vacation, maybe he is just stressed.” The taller one tried to reassure you, but the worry just doesn't go away. After a bit, it was time for the boys to go on stage and you headed to your spot in the VIP area, near the backstage exit of course. ATINY knew that you and Yunho were a couple and they welcomed you happily.

The concert went well, the boys rocked the stage like they always do and you kept cheering for them, your eyes never leaving Yunho though. You could see that his movements became more and more sloppy, as if he's losing his usual energy throughout the performances, which is not like him. No matter how long it is, Yunho never falters in his dancing, but today? It was worrying. After the last song, they stood there for the ending fairy and you already noticed that he seemed somewhat out of it, his eyes half shut and his breathing seemed staggered.

Before they all left the stage, you already got up to hurry backstage, but then you saw it in the corner of your eyes. While the boys were walking down the little stairs, Yunho seemed to stumble, but a sudden shout let you look properly.

Time seemed to slow down, a heavy lump in your throat when your feet moved on their own. You saw him falter in his steps before he suddenly dropped like a puppet whose strings got cut. The others didn't realize at first what was happening since he was the last to leave stage, only when Yunho´s arm fell against San who walked in front of him, they noticed that your boyfriend passed out and fell down those steps, hitting his head on the edge of the stage in the process. The last thing you saw was a bleeding wound before your sight was blocked by staff and the other members of ATEEZ.

“Yunho!” You screamed when you tried to reach them, some security men holding you back while Mingi and San carried Yunho backstage to a room and Seonghwa rushed to you, pulling you into his arms to keep you from following them, panic on everyone's faces.

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