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birthday present
yunho x female reader
rating: m
genre: birthday smut
w.c.: 1.7k
warnings: sex, sex in the bathroom, mentions of alcohol and being drunk
summary: this is for a beautiful anon who mentioned an idea like this back in MARCH lol. I switched it around a bit which I hope is okay. yunho gives y/n some sweet sweet morning sex for her birthday <3
Neon lights, sugared liquor and the raging heat of euphoric bodies. The music was god awful and the drinks tasted as cheap as they were, but your friends were celebrating your birthday. How could you complain? Stumbling home at 3am, your broken left heel in hand, you were missing four red press-on nails, and the walls of the apartment seemed to be melting around you. Swaying and crashing into every obstacle in your path, you found the bedroom dark. The gentle sound of Yunho’s deep breaths filling the otherwise quiet space. Oh boy, were you wasted! But your subconscious reminded you to be quiet while the love of your life was sleeping so angelically. Removing your heels and stepping out of a dress two sizes too small, you crawled into the bed as cautiously as you could before immediately passing out.
Traffic and that dreadful chirping of birds invaded your dreams. Your eyes fluttered open only to be shocked by the morning sun’s orange light. You groaned, stretching your body and stuffing your face under the pillow; it was like one of those symbols playing monkeys was pounding against your skull. The mattress around you shifted and you skunk deeper into it as the weight of a 185cm man fell upon your legs.
His hands grabbed your bare breasts, pushing them together and then watching them bounce back into place. “Late night, huh?” His voice was still heavy with sleep.
Bare boobs, you thought, the images of the night before flooding back in a tsunami of vodka and vomit. “Am I at least wearing panties?” You asked, disappointed in your life choices up to this point.
His hands ran down your thighs to your hips, patting them with amusement. “Nope.”
“Well that’s unfortunate,” you pulled your head out from under the pillow.
He was staring down at you in all his morning glory; messy, curly hair and puffy eyes. “Wow, babe, you look beautiful.”
“Oh god,” you pushed him off you, raising on your knees to look into the mirror on the wall across from the bed. Mascara was everywhere but your lashes. Your lipstick was gone, only your lip liner remained making you look like a clown. And someone had written your new age on your cheeks in Sharpie. “Oh god!” You jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom with lightning speed, smearing cleanser all over your face and scrubbing. He watched you butt jiggle as you ran.
He came into the bathroom after you, wrapping his arms around your waist, looking at you in the mirror. You splashed cold water on your face. A faint outline of sharpie remained and you knew you wouldn’t be able to rid yourself of it without ripping off your skin. “I like it,” he said over your shoulder. “Now, I won’t forget how old you are.”
You laughed sarcastically. “Sharpie cannot be good for your skin,” you dabbed your face with a washcloth.
“I seriously doubt it,” he rested his chin on your shoulder, angling his face to press lips against your neck.
“Hm,” you put the cloth down and turned in his arms. “What’s this?”
“I have a present for you,” he smiled, kissing up your neck.
You raised a lazy brow. “Oh really?”
“Oh, yes, I’ve been working on it for twenty-three years.”
“God, please don’t tell me it’s you-”
“It’s me!” He gripped your waist, lifting you to sit on the cold, granite countertop.
His lips were on your jaw now, sucking to leave little red marks. “At least let me brush my teeth,” you offered. “I can’t promise you that I didn’t puke last night.”
But he was relentless against your jaw, moving to the corner of your mouth, like he couldn’t hear the words you were saying. Fine, you relaxed into his touch, placing your hands on the soft skin of his waist.
Hands dragged down your thighs, resting on your knees, spreading them apart. You pulled him in, eager to feel his warmth. His lips were now on your cheek and one of his hands moved up to press against your folds. He hadn’t even started yet and already you were putty in his hands. Your headache pushed to the back of your mind.
“I’m liking this present,” your hands gripped his hair, urging his lips to yours.
His tongue ran against your bottom teeth and he was now holding your ass so firmly that you were fully pushed against him, barely touching the counter. You wrapped your legs around him and grazed your teeth against his neck.
His dick was pressed firmly against your ass and you needed it inside you. You reached a hand down, angling him. “Kinda needy for this present, huh?”
“Baby,” your brow pressed against his. “You have no idea.”
He chuckled, warm breath against your face. “Anything for you, birthday girl.”
Your ass cheeks met the cold stone again but your legs remained crossed behind his back. Six press-on nails gripped the edge of the counter as you felt his tip brush against your clit. Your hips jolted slightly. “I feel like this is my birthday present,” he joked.
You bit your bottom lip and looked up at him through thick lashes. You couldn’t help yourself! This man had you wrapped around his little finger, desperate for his every touch. He was just so perfect in every way. Compassionate, funny, and generous, Yunho was everything a birthday girl could ask for.
He rocked his shaft against your clit and your head lulled back against the mirror. He continued to rock against you, collecting your sticky slick as he moved.
Your legs were flexed from the pressure building up in your stomach and the sheer amount of effort you were putting into gripping the counter. The veins in your flushed neck pressed against your skin. His cock wasn’t even in you and you were going to come.
Your walls began to flutter, desperate for something to clench around. “Put it in,” you whined, but he just continued to rock against you.
You were so warm and fuzzy, the violent wave of your orgasm crashed down upon your senses. Her rubbed his thumbs against the supple skin of your inner thighs as you shivered through your climax. “Fuck,” you breathed, nodding for him to actually start fucking you.
You had grown to love the burn of his thick cock pushing into you. It hurt in a pleasurable way that brought tears to your eyes. He pulled on your legs, pulling one to rest up on his shoulder and pushing the other to your side. “Hold this?” He asked.
If you weren’t so desperate for his dick, you would have mocked him for that dumb line but you didn’t have time for that. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out and then do it again. So, you held your own leg back for him.
Gripping your hips, he could push deeper at this angle, hit that spongy bit that had you seeing stars. He moved slowly, teasing you, his pelvis fully flush with yours.
Even these gentle strokes had you breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling dramatically. Picking up the pace, his balls slapped against your ass. The drag, that delicious drag of his cock against your aching walls. The sounds in that small bathroom were vile and hot.
You were just moaning constantly. Your breaths leaving your mouth in a constant, deep moan.
“Shit.” He pushed his body down on yours, deepening the angle even more. “You have the best pussy, baby.”
You couldn’t even respond, totally focused on the sensations he was making your body feel.
He moved even faster now, ramming into the same spot inside of you over and over. The tears were rolling down your cheeks now. It just felt so good. His hands fell to circle your clit and you were spiraling. A complete mess, you couldn’t even grip the counter anymore, your free hand moving to his wrist. Your head was knocking against the mirror with every thrust but you didn’t notice.
“Fuck, Yunho, right there!” He had found the spot that had you clamping your eyes shut and bucking your hips into his. Your moans had become short and high pitched; needy, needy, needy.
He was grunting now, slamming into your hips at a terribly fast and deep rate. His dick twitched inside of you and you knew he was holding back his own climax.
His fingers applied more pressure to your clit and the world faded away. White danced behind your eyelids. Your legs trembled and your body lurched as you were still being rammed into the counter. He was completely flat against you, lips on your neck as he came in you, thrusting a few final times.
“God, present, that was amazing,” you breathed. He was still twitching inside you.
“It was twenty-three years in the making,” he spoke against your sweaty neck.
You wanted to laugh but you were still catching your breath.
He pulled back to place a sweet peck on your lips. Silly, how innocent that kiss could be as his cum was dripping out of you. When he did pull out, the thick, white stick dripped to the floor.
“I don’t think I can walk,” you pulled your legs together, feeling a tight burn.
He smiled. “I got you.” His arms wrapped under your legs and around your back, lifting you from the, now, wet counter.
You sighed with content as your back met the plushness of your mattress and quilt. He bent down and kissed your forehead. “Yum,” he smiled. “Sweaty.”
“Whatever,” you pulled him back down, kissing him again. “Best birthday present ever, Yunho, thank you.”
“I’m glad you think so,” he moved to grab a damp washcloth from the bathroom. “Cause you're getting it every year.”
You chuckled lightly. “Fine by me.”
“Fuck,” Yunho cried out from the bathroom.
“You okay,” you asked from the bed.
“No,” he walked up to the bed, a piece of red plastic in his hand. “I stepped on one of your damn nails.”
You looked down on your hands to find all the press-ons missing. You smiled sheepishly, “sorry, baby.”
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du vin en hiver pt. II
yunho x female reader
rating: m.
genre: new series! smut with a trope twist you all will love!
w.c.: 1.4k
warnings: none for this chapter :)
summary: y/n moves in with her best friend's older brother Yunho and can't help but falling for him.
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It was the first, genuinely good night sleep you had gotten in years but you were startled awake by the violent trill of your iPhone alarm, you know the sound. And fucking shit, you had work. Throwing on your uniform and popping a stick of gum in your mouth, you searched through dresser drawers looking for your nicotine patches. These small squares of precious magic that were now a necessity having moved into Yunho’s non-smoking building.
They’re in the bathroom you thought.
Grabbing your bag and scurrying down the hall, one shoe half on, belt missing loops, you reached for the bathroom door knob only for it to rebut your advances. A faint light seeped through a crack at the floor, a fine mist rising; someone was in the shower.
You pounded aggressively on the door, “Jane,” your voice was muffled as you struggled to fasten your watch with your teeth. “I need my nicotine patches! I have to go to work!” The pipes creaked as the water was shut off. You heard the glass door open and the lock to the door turn. Yet, it was Yunho, not Jane, who stood soaking wet in the doorway.
Blush shot to your cheeks. “Um, I'm just looking for my nicotine patches. I thought maybe I had left them in here.” Your eyes were super glued to the point where the living room flooring met the bathroom tile.
His eyes were groggy and his plush lips puffy. “Oh, yeah,” he moved to the side. “Go ahead.” You gave him a meek smile and walked past, into the humid bathroom.
You rummaged through a few drawers but to no avail. Defeated, you walked past him again.
As he was closing the door, he stopped and spoke: “y/n.”
You turned around.
“You look very pretty today,” and he shut the bathroom door.
Just kind of standing there, you didn’t know how to react. But you couldn’t help a smile from tugging at your lips.
At work and classes, you couldn’t stop thinking about him: your best friend’s brother. How golden he looked that morning. The way water dripped from his ebony curls. The curve of his cupid’s bow. Fuck, you wanted to kiss those lips.
A euphoric feeling, untying your shoes and peeling off your socks to feel your feet against the entryway’s carpet.
“Hello?” Jane’s voice called.
“Hey,” you shoved off your coat and followed your nose to the smell of food in the kitchen. “What did you get?” you asked as Jane placed three plates on the counter.
“I don’t know.” She opened the boxes of food. “Some sort of tomato-ed pasta. Idk Yunho got it, don’t ask me.”
You unwrapped your scarf. “Jeez okay. I’ll be right back, just let me change and wash up.”
Footsteps advanced. “It’s ravioli, Jane, not rocket science.” You turned to see Yunho standing there: flannel pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt that was just a tad too tight. unconsciously, you soaked up the definition of his arms and chest under the kitchen fluorescents. When you noticed yourself staring, you had to really, intentionally pull your gaze away from him and command your feet to move toward your room. “Sounds good,” you spoke unnaturally.
Closing the bedroom door behind you, you heard a voice call after you. “Y/n, do you want water or Cola, or,” the bottles in the fridge door rattled as Jane opened it. “We have half a bottle of wine and I think this is orange juice?”
Your dirtied work uniform was tossed hurriedly on the floor and across your rug. You pulled on a pair of pink lounging sweats and a crew neck with your university’s mascot printed on the front and mystery stain on the right boob. “Water is fine.” You shouted back, pulling the bobby pins out of your hair and scrubbing a makeup wipe over your face. Guiding your feet into your slippers, you opened the bedroom door and walked into the kitchen.
Yunho and Jane were sitting in the living room on the couch, watching something on the TV. “Your plate is on the counter,” Jane motioned behind her with her fork to the prepared plate of Ravioli and sides.
“Thanks,” you grabbed the food and went to join them on the couch.
Sitting in between your two roommates, you crossed your legs, criss-cross-applesauce, to balance the plate on your lap. “What are we watching?” You raised the fork to your mouth.
“It’s Friends, dumbass,” Jane laughed.
You took a second look at the TV, recognizing the familiar sitcom. “Oh, yeah,” you agreed.
“Would you rather watch something else?” Yunho reached for the remote.
You reached out to stop him, placing your hand on his. He stilled. “No, I like Friends.”
If you had focused, you could’ve felt his pulse beat rapidly at your touch and if you had faced him, you would’ve seen the strawberry-blush grow across the apples of his cheeks. She’s just happy to watch a show with her best friend Yunho though, pulling his hand back to his lap.
The evening continued like this: the munching of ravioli and your laughs accompanied by the canned ones of the 90’s sitcom. As it got later, Jane leaned into you and pulled a blanket across your legs, her eyelids growing heavy.
Yawwwwnnnnn, Jane stretched her arms above her head and announced: “I’m going to bed.”
“Okay,” you extended your plate to her. “Can you put this in the sink pretty please?” You gave her a sweet, eye-crinkling smile.
“Fine,” she stood and took the plate, motioning for Yunho to hand her his too.
He did, thanking her. “We can watch something else,” Yunho suggested after Jane had gone to bed.
“Really,” you sank deeper into the warm embrace of the couch. “I’m okay with this.”
“Okay,” he was oddly silent, you noted. You wondered if he had had a difficult day at work but decided not to pry by asking. Come to think of it, you pondered deeper on the subject, you didn’t really know what he did.
“Yunho,” your voice carried to his ears and he hummed in response. “What kind of work do you do?”
You could hear a smile in his voice. “Data projection for a funds management firm,”
You blinked at him, his words not computing in your little brain. “Ah, and that would mean of course, in layman’s terms if you would?”
He chuckled. “I look at numbers and then decide if the company will make enough money for what it’s spending.”
“Yunho, I’m sorry, but that sounds terrible.”
He stretched his arms out in front of himself, cracking his fingers and stretching the muscles of his forearms. “It’s not too bad.”
You turned to see him smiling at you and it was just one of those moments where you both decided to fuck it and kiss the other person.
He leaned into your face, his arms supporting himself but careful not to touch you. Your heart pounded furiously in your ears as you closed your eyes and leaned to meet his lips. He exhaled from his nose, his hot breath meeting your cheeks, and every muscle in your body tensed.
Tentatively, you reached a hand forward and touched his thigh. His hand met your waist in response.
And then, suddenly, you were making out on the couch.
Your tongues fought for dominance, his ultimately winning, brushing against your bottom teeth. His hand ran the length of your body and you gripped his thigh. The kiss became harder until he was falling back and you were on top of him. You straddle one of his elevated thighs and tucked your finger under his shirt, kneading the dense muscles of his sides.
His hands were on your ass, not moving, but resting against the soft fabric of your pants. Your hips threatened to move against him and you could feel him growing against your stomach. And suddenly the situation didn’t feel right.
Despite the overwhelming softness of his lips, you could taste that half a bottle of wine on his tongue and your heart sank a little. Was he just kissing you cause he was drunk? You pushed gently on his chest and he released your lips. Gazing down into his sparkling eyes, you forced yourself from the couch. “I don’t think we should be doing this.” You turned and ran to your room.
The door slamming behind you, you sank to the floor in the soft glow of the city lights. Your chest heaved as you unwrapped the reality of your situation. Your best friend's brother, your roommate, had drunk-kissed you on the couch. You heard footsteps approach and then veer as Yunho went into his bedroom. But his taste was still in your mouth, spread over your tongue. God, he tasted so good.
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du vin en hiver pt. I
yunho x female reader
rating: m.
genre: new series! smut with a trope twist you all will love!
w.c.: 1.8k
warnings: none for this chapter :)
summary: y/n moves in with her best friend's older brother Yunho and can't help but falling for him.
A sound like glass shattering pierced through the heavy air of the apartment as sleet pelted the windows. The whole building produced an awful moan as stiff rebar shifted against the unforgiving northern wind. Your first day off in months and you couldn’t even escape the isolating and drafty walls of your apartment.
The TV spat sound nauseatingly loud, attempting to compensate for the severe winter storm raging outside. It was on days like this you wished you could afford a better place. Preferably one with a fireplace and insulated walls. Yet, this was the archetypal university life--broke. Between tuition and paying for this hovel you and your roommate called a home, you pocketed less than nothing. You could take a second job but that would devour your studying time. So this blessing of a day off left you feeling, for lack of a better word, bummed, instead of grateful for the unexpected snow day.
Normally, you spent as much time out of the home as you could, constantly on your feet, working or studying. Though, you couldn’t call your shared apartment a home. You never felt at home there. The windowsills have gone decades without being resealed allowing the blistering summer heat into the apartment during the summer and bitter, icy wind in the winter. The walls were thin like paper, making it terribly difficult to ignore the neighbor to your east’s morning singing and the neighbors to your west pounding into his girlfriend during the evening hours as you fail to fall asleep. There was no kitchen, forcing you to eat out or make cup ramen for every meal. And, on top of that all, your landlord was a fat, lazy, sexist old man who refused to fix the leaky tap in your so-called bathroom, driving up your water bill and filling the room with a mildew scent.
It was a one room apartment. Your roommate, having won the right to the room in a game of rock-paper-scissors, left you to sleep on the pullout couch which stretched from wall to opposite wall, taking up much of the living room’s space. You lay bundled in your crumb covered sheets, nose cold and runny, sock covered feet cold and clammy.
If the tv were not so loud, you would have heard the jingle of keys and the call of your name as your roommate entered the apartment. You did hear, however, the slam of the door as she kicked it shut, phone trapped between her ear and shoulder, a hot drink cup in either hand.
“Y/N!” You turned your head. “Turn that down! I’m on the phone.” She placed a cup on the barely existent kitchen counter and pointed to the phone in her hand.
“Okay, Jane!” you yelled back, meeting her obnoxious tone. You reached for the remote and lowered the volume to an acceptable level. But, you weren't even listening to the tv, let alone watching it. It was just white noise. A distraction from the wind and the cold.
“Hey,” she headed for the bedroom. “It’s my parents!” She shut the door behind her.
Maybe I should call my parents, you thought. But your phone was charging on the tv stand; out of reach and therefore out of luck. So, you went back to gazing into the abyss, burying yourself in your mind while not thinking at all. In other words, spacing out.
A while passed, and Jane emerged from her room. She stood in front of you, her frame completely concealed by thick, winter clothes. Even her short, black hair was covered by a beanie to keep her ears warm. “I just got off the phone with my parents-”
“I know,” you interrupted, still buried in sheets.
“Don’t be grumpy,” she tisked. “This is good news!” Her mood seemed lighter, warmer. “Remember how my brother got a huge promotion last year?”
“No,” you answered the rhetorical question.
She sighed heavily through her nose. “Will you please let me finish telling you the good news? Thank you. Last week, at my family dinner, I couldn’t make it because of work, but my brother was there and he was telling my parents all about the new place he bought last month. Well, my parents told him about our situation and he said he would take us in for the rest of the winter or until we can get a better place.”
Your brow furrowed. “But Jane, we can’t afford a better place. That’s why we live here.”
“Listen, you,” her voice rose an octave as it would if she were talking to a child. “While we're living with Yunho, not paying rent, not paying water bills, not paying electricity bills, we can save money to get a better place.”
“Hmm, I don’t know how I feel about not paying him anything.”
“Dumb dumb,” Jane laughed. “He’s single and working a six-figure job. He has a completely disposable income.”
“Can we buy the groceries and make the food at least?”
“Noooo,” she whined. “‘Cause then we aren’t effectively saving up. Yunho is a big boy with a big boy job. Let someone treat you for a while.”
“I don’t know,” you started, your thoughts jumbled from Jane’s proposal.
Jane’s eyes widened and her eyebrows raised, her blush lips stiff in a frown; the look a mother gives as she is about to scold a naughty child. “Y/n,” she moved to sit on the edge of the pull out couch. “This is a good thing,” she said sincerely and whole-heartedly. “This gives us a chance to catch up. We can focus more on our classes and less about making the rent. We’ll be able to relax for the first time since freshman year!”
You regarded her as she spoke with a soft smile.
“If you’re worried about living with Yunho, don’t be. He’s clean, funny, and a really great cook! He wouldn’t try anything with you; you’re my second best friend.”
You hadn’t even thought about the living with a man aspect of this idea. The only man you had ever lived with was your dad so that didn’t count. “I wasn’t worried about it until you brought it up. And what do you mean second?”
Jane laughed, nudging your shoulder. “My mom says God is my first and forever best friend,” she mocked.
“Ha,” you laughed bitterly, nudging Jane’s ass with your foot. “I really need a smoke.”
“Fine,” Jane retorted. “But you’re doing this whether you like it or not.”
You rolled your eyes. Jane was always so persistent with you.
As the bitterness of the winter struck your face and drew the breath from your lungs, you really wish you had never taken up smoking. Taking a deep drag, pulling your coat tightly around your chest, you thought back to the first and only time you had ever met Yunho: Jane’s 20th birthday party. He’s a couple years older than Jane and at this particular party he was completely smashed, constantly hanging on his parents and Jane’s friends, telling them how lucky they were to have Jane in their life. At the time you had just thought of him as Jane’s drunk of an older brother, though, he seemed to have his life together now. That was three years ago. An image of Yunho at the party flashed across your mind; rosy cheeks and joyful smile, drunken words spilling from his wine stained lips.
Stop, you scolded yourself, dropping your cigarette to the ground and stomming it out before heading back to the building.
Moving into Yunho’s place, with work and school and a general lack of transportation, took a whole week. But, on that seventh day, as you were turning your key into the landlord, and you knew that would be the last time you saw his razor burned face and beer stained ‘white’ tee, you smiled your first genuine smile in months. A new beginning.
On the tenth floor of a twelve story residential building, Yunho’s place had an unbelievable view of the sea. It was about 10pm, the sun had set, and a heavy mist, seemingly clinging to the moon, drifted down to the calm waves.
“Killer view, huh?” You heard a man’s ask behind you.
You turned to see Yunho walking into the living room having arrived home from work. This was the first time you had seen him since that party three years ago and there was definitely some awkwardness in the way you replied: “haha, yeah.”
“Truly, the only reason I was able to afford this place was because the previous owner died in the bathtub. No one found him for a month. There was a huge discount.” He said, placing his bag and coat on the couch.
You just stared at him, mouth slightly agape.
He stared back at you, face dead serious until he seemingly couldn’t hold it back anymore and doubled over in laughter. “I’m kidding, I'm kidding. I’m sorry. That was mean.” he walked over to you, his arms spread wide as if he were going to hug you. And he did. A big strong hug which crushed your ribs. “It’s good to see you again,” he released you and you stared up at his towering form, black shaggy hair and perfect lips.
“You too,” you chuckled, still thrown off by his joke.
“How long has it been,” he stared off, thinking. “Jane’s party, right? Gosh, too long.”
“Yeah,” you agreed.
“Have you settled in fine?” He asked, walking over to the kitchen. “Sorry I wasn’t here to help you move in. I feel really bad about that,” he rubbed the back of his head, a blush forming on his cheeks. Was he embarrassed?
“It’s fine. I didn’t have much to move anyway,” you lied, thinking about box after box you lugged across town.
“Well, regardless, I wish I could’ve helped.”
The barstool screeched against the floor as you pulled it away from the breakfast bar. “Really, it wasn’t a problem. I’m just very grateful to be welcomed into your home.”
He poured a glass of water and slid it across the counter to you. “Anything for my little sister and her friend,” he beamed, that same drunken smile. He then proceeded to chug a glass of water, slamming the glass down near the sink. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to say goodnight,” he gathered his things from the couch. “Another night and I would have offered you a drink but I have an early morning tomorrow and I just know I would stay up all night chatting with you.” He turned his back to you, headed towards his bedroom down the hall, his arm raised in a wave. “Goodnight.” He called.
“Goodnight,” you answered. Sitting at the bar, twiddling your thumbs, staring at that empty glass, you thought you could at least keep his home clean to show your gratitude. Dribbling a small amount of blue dish soap onto a damp sponge, you begin to wash the glass, mind drifting off into the night sky out the kitchen window. The image of his smile brought a blush to your cheeks. His cheerful voice wishing you a goodnight. Shit, you cursed yourself before drying the glass and heading off to bed.
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Sa déesse
yunho x tall, female reader
rating: m
genre: fluffy smut
w.c.: 1.7k
warnings: sexy and dom-ish reader/gf, sex
summary: in my first ever request (yes, I take requests, but at your own risk!!!!jk), I present to y'all a tale of love and passion fabulously condensed into 1.7k words. Yunho and y/n are tall, and their love is real, the end
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It was refreshing to step out of the building. The nine hour office day had numbed your mind but the nip in the air awakened your senses and filled your lungs with an icy-hot sensation. In the setting sun, the street lights began to flicker on one by one, shining through the thin evening mist, causing the atmosphere to become a golden haze. The chilling scent of autumn rode on the breeze caressing your cheeks. You noted how the people traversing the streets crossed their arms over their chests and pulled their collars close to their necks. You were suddenly very grateful for your jacket. Though, in the brisk temperature, walking in heels made your calves ache.
Opening the apartment door, you were met with the same refreshing, autumn air. Your heels clicked against the slate vinyl as you entered your home, noting the open windows. The outside breeze swirled and was caught in the living room’s thin, sky-blue drapes.
“Hey,” you called, setting your bag on the kitchen counter’s granite surface. Today was friday and on fridays Yunho left work and arrived home three hours earlier than you. A fact that brought much jealousy into your currently exhausted self. “I’m home.”
“Yeah,” his low voice sounded from near the bedroom. “Just a sec.”
“Can you believe it’s already dark out?” you asked, gazing out into the darkening sunset and moving to hang up your jacket on its hook. “I can’t believe summer is over!”
“I know.”
Bang. “Shit,” he cursed.
“Are you okay?” You asked, looking back to where his voice originated.
“Yeah,” you heard him chuckle. “I smacked my head against the door frame.”
You winced, the feeling familiar to you. At 6’1” smacking your head against door frames, train doors, and low hanging light fixtures was an all too common occurrence. Do you play basketball? What’s the weather like up there? Pant legs and shirt sleeves are never long enough. Stores only have one pair of shoes in your size, always the least flattering style and colour. These seemingly benign questions and inconveniences trailed behind your seventy-three inches, nipping at your heels. Oh, God, and the stares. Everywhere you went, eyes locked onto you like you came to school in your underpants. The kind of stares that eat away at your self confidence and keep your eyes fixed on the pavement.
Yunho stares at you too. But, when he locks eyes with you, it was as if you were the sole thing living on this planet. As if you were the only thing he’s ever known. A goddess; sa déesse.
Yunho walked out from the back hallway rubbing his reddened forehead. Black sweatpants hung from his hips.
Arms snaked around your waist and gripped your ribs. His head rested between your shoulder blades.
“Ah,” you struggled to escape his embrace. “You’re wet.”
“Just got out of the shower.” His muffled voice sounded against your back.
“You could have at least towelled off,” you protested, finally managing to turn around in the death grip he had on your body.
He looked up at you, water dripping onto his cheeks from curls of crimson hair. His skin was still warm from the shower and his cheeks still flushed. He must have just put pants on and walked out here because his whole torso was sprinkled with water droplets.
He tilted his head back slightly to meet your gaze.
“I like that you’re taller,” he smirked. “It makes me feel all secure and…tingly.”
Without the heels, Yunho had about half an inch on you. However, in your glossy, black stilettos, you stood two inches taller than him. And you loved it.
You raised an eyebrow. “Really?” You grinned, bowing your neck slightly, moving your faces closer together. Your cold hand raked through his hair and tilted his head back. “You like that I'm tall, baby? That you have to look up to see my eyes?” You whispered against his neck.
You could hear his breath hitch.
“I love it,” he replied.
You hummed in response. “I have a question,” you breathed against his water speckled neck.
“Uh-hu.”
“Would you like me to fuck you right now?”
“God, yes,” he nodded.
Him on the bed, you stood in between his sweatpants covered legs, hands gripping his thighs, tongue down his throat.
His hands quickly untucked your shirt from your skirt and darted to the concealed, warm skin of your sides.
The desperation on his face and the shakiness of his hands pulled a smirk from your rouge painted lips.
“Yunho,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m having trouble with these buttons.” You pouted, your fingers playing absentmindedly with the buttons of your white blouse. “Could you please help me?” You looked down at him through thick lashes.
He chuckled slightly and sat up. “Of course.”
“Good boy,” you ran your thumb over his lips as his fingers worked the buttons. His hands lingered a little too long on your breasts. “A little needy, huh?” A cocky smile formed on your lips.
He sat up further, trying to close the gap between your mouths. “How could I not be?” He breathed.
“Right,” you hummed, pushing back on his shoulders until his back was flush with the mattress. “Now, Yunho,” you flashed him a cloy smile. “What would you like me to do to you?”
“Fuck me, y/n.”
“Of course, my baby,” you shifted to rest your thighs on his abdomen. How should I take care of you? I’ll do anything for you.” You bent down to kiss his neck, sucking lightly on the soft and warm skin.
“Mmm,” he moaned lightly, you having found his favourite spot. “Keep doing that.”
You responded by reaching down to palm him through his sweatpants. “Like this?”
Yunho was all moans now. “I-i,” he struggled to speak as you sucked harshly on his neck.
You backed away and gazed down at your work: blushing cheeks and bruising neck. “Take your pants off.”
His fingers quickly flew to the waistband of his pants, pulling them off and dropping them to the floor.
“No boxers?” You raised a brow.
“Nope.”
“Okay,” you chuckled lightly, a hand reaching for his already hard dick.
Delicate finger tips danced across his collarbones and down to his ribs as you swirled your hips on his tip. You could feel his thighs clench under you the faster you moved. “Does that feel good, baby?”
His response was a barely audible ‘yes’. Seeing him like this always made your heart beat faster than you could handle. You just simply loved making him feel good, giving him whatever he wanted. You knew from the beginning of your relationship that Yunho was an experienced man. However, you learned very quickly that he was not used to receiving the love he so willingly and abundantly gave out. In this relationship, you were set on giving him what he liked and, what he liked, was being dominated.
There was something in Yunho that loved when you used him and took control. Yet, it was at times like this when you struggled to do so. No matter how tall you were, he was still big and that was something you could never get used to. Your nails dug into his deltoids as you adjusted yourself on him. It was hard for you to relax when he stared at you with doe-eyes and mouth agape. But, when you adjusted your hips to fully take him, and his moans were deep and his eyes shut tight, you regained your composure.
Your hands grazed against his chest and came to rest on his pecks. “Don’t move.”
He nodded and you gave him an encouraging smile. “Who’s a good boy?”
You could practically hear his heart from where you were, perched upon him. “Come on now,” you goaded. “Answer me.”
God, he loved you. “I’m a good boy,” he spoke.
“Yes, you are,” you cooed, gently scratching under his chin.
Moving too slowly for even your own liking, you shifted your pelvis back and forth. His moans, low and shallow, were music to your ears. The way his ridges and angles dragging against your silky walls made you sink your teeth into your chapped bottom lip. Dull nails dragged down his torso, bumping against his ribs, stopping against his lower tummy.
A breathy moan brushed past your lips as he twitched inside you. You looked down at him, his eyes pleading for you to move faster, to do anything. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
“F-fast-ter, pl-please.” His nails dug into your thighs as his only grounding source.
Heart pounding, you ground your hips on him with as much intensity and sincerity as you could muster. “Like this?”
There was no response, the only thing passing his lips being weighty moans and grunts yet, his eyebrows pulled together in a familiar way.
“Is my baby gonna come?” You panted, feeling yourself close to the edge as well.
His grip tightened on your thighs as if in response.
Agonising and glorious, the face he made as he came was your favourite sight on this planet and you yearned to see it now. Bending over, your chest flush to his, “you feel so good, Yunho. You’re so perfect.” You clenched around him, increasing the friction. “Mmm, you make me feel so good, baby.”
His hands moved to your hips as you rode him, desperate to make him come.
“Does this feel good, baby?” You asked, twirling the hair by his ear. “Do I make you feel good?”
Between heavy and quickened breaths he managed a ragged, “yes.”
You nibbled his ear lobe, “that’s my good boy. I want you to come in me.”
Your words like magic, you could feel his muscles tightening as your walls were painted white and his face contorted in that beautiful way you loved.
And that face was enough to rip at the knot in your stomach. You buried your face in his neck, hot breath sticking to his damp skin.
Coming down from your high, the only thing you craved was his lips.
He moved his hands from your hips to your shoulders, pressing gently. You pulled back.
“I need to catch my breath,” he puffed. His heavy breathing raising you up and down.
You reached down and pulled him out of you, milky cum dripping back down onto the sheets. “You’re such a beautiful creature, baby.” You raked your hands through his sweaty hair, gripping his skull.
A gentle, and breathy chuckle escaped his lips. “I love you.”
#yunho smut#yunho scenarios#ateez x reader#ateez yunho#ateez smut#kpop smut#ateez#jeong yunho#ateez scenarios#yunho ateez#yunho x reader#yunho
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omg are you french/ can speak french?? also youre my fav yunho blog, thank you for all your writings☺️💕💕
par exemple, peut-être j'suis française, ou pas, ... c'est juste une exemple 🤫🤐
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Hey gorg can you do a yunho morning smut of the day of his birthday? As a gift 👀👀👀
when I tell you I am still working on a req from septembre, je ne mens pas, aie 😳🥲
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shut up everyone!!!! Yunho's hips have something to say.
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positively heartwarming
Celebrate | Wonderwall Ver.
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m.l.
currently all my fics are smuts. so, be warned!!!
mr. jeong yunho
falling heavens
summer strawberries
o, swear not by the moon
my aurora
emerald twilight
sa déesse
du vin en hiver parts: one, two
birthday present
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as a yunho stan your fics are everything to me 🙂❤️
ahhh <3<3<3 you're too sweet idk how to respond I'm blushing omg thank you so much ☺️ ❤️
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emerald twilight
yunho x reader
rating: m
genre: very, very, very fluffy s m u t <3
w.c.: 3.3k
warnings: sexy sex, fluffy sex, too many mentions of the phrase: "I love you," oral sex (f r), loss of virginity
summary: dear y/n is a virgin and one very frustrating day, she decides the right moment has come.
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There were green curtains hung against the windows and the setting sun cast an emerald glow across the bedroom. It was a breezy evening. The curtains shifted, waves of green light dancing on the ceiling.
It had been a stressful day. Nothing seemed to go right, ni as planned, ni smoothly. Everything had been painfully off and a nagging pain had gripped your optic nerve- a cluster headache.
Thinking about nothing in particular, you laid across the bed, staring at the ceiling, watching the light swirl. The fan near the closet door created a white noise which zoned you out even further.
You didn’t notice him entering the apartment, nor him entering the room.
He called your name but you didn’t respond. He called again: still nothing.
“y/n,” he screamed loud enough for the neighbours to hear and you shot up.
You stared at him breathlessly but your eyes were wide in surprise.
“Are you okay?” he looked at you with worry-filled eyes.
“Ah,” you ran a hand through your hair. “Yunho, when did you get home?”
“Just now,” he answered. “When did you get home? I haven’t heard from you all day.”
Your eyes wandered to his form. He stood with his hands on his hips. Black sweatpants hung loosely around his legs and stopped just below the ankle. A wide necked shirt exposed his collar bones. A baseball cap was fitted to his tilted head, obscuring the back waves of hair.
You locked eyes with him. His empathetic stare pleaded for a response.
You didn’t want to tell him about the trials and tribulations of your day but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings by being withdrawn. “Bad day,” you muttered.
“Tell me?”
“I don’t really want to,” you looked to the floor. “It’s not a big deal. I’m fine”
“Okay,” he came to sit on the edge of the bed next to you, his long legs stretched out in front of him. “Little stuff?”
“Yeah,” your eyes moved to the curtains which were being pulled against the open window.
“Like?”
Yunho always had a way of gently getting you to tell him how you felt. He would never pry, your feelings were your own to keep. But, he always made your relationship very loving and comforting. That’s just the kind of person he was, a very thoughtful goofball.
“I woke up late,” you started. “I don’t know if I slept through my alarm or if it didn’t go off but I missed my appointment this morning.”
He watched your profile as you spoke. And how you gesticulated with the sentences. And how your robe loosely held your frame.
You must have taken a shower when you got home. He wondered if you used the rose or lavender body wash.
“And the line was so long!” your words drew him back to your face: eyebrows drawn together in frustration. You rubbed your temples with a thick agitation.
“That’s awful,” he consoled.
Maybe your robe had fallen too far down your shoulders, or dipped too far down your chest because he couldn’t seem to focus on your words anymore. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding your body.
He knew he was bumbling being inconspicuous but he didn’t want to look at you when you were irked like this.
“... but, I had left my wallet at home,” you continued, your tone becoming increasingly strained. “And I snagged my sweater on the door frame,” you thrusted your hands in the direction of a pile of clothes on the floor. “And you won’t even look at me!”
Your voice faltered as you spoke to him. You could feel the warm sting of tears filling your eyes.
“Yunho,” he turned to look at you. “I’m just so frustrated.”
You collapsed into his lap, your cheek resting on his thigh.
A large hand met the small of your back. “I’m sorry, baby.” He rubbed his hand back and forth and you melted into his touch. “But I’m here now,” he said with a cheerful tone.
You laughed more dryly than intended but your heart felt comforted by his words.
You raised yourself slightly and wrapped your arms around the man’s broad shoulders.
“I love you,” Yunho pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
“I love you too,” you hummed.
Gently, a hand reached for your chin, tilting your head back. Plush lips grazed yours and pink danced across your cheeks as he said: “I really, really love you.”
He kissed you softly and shifted you to fall back against the airy duvet.
The mattress dipped around you as his knees straddled your hips.
He dropped his body onto yours, lips falling to yours.
Desperate hands reached for his hair, tossing the cap to the floor, fingers running through his delicate waves and gripping. He reacted to the tug, biting your lower lip mildly. Your frustration from the day had become sexual as Yunho deepened the kiss.
Warm hands pulled the robe down to expose your shoulders. His mouth met the base of your neck, right above where your collarbones met. His lips moved up your neck, leaving a trail of little, pink marks.
You twirled the hair at the base of his neck as his lips found yours again.
“Rose?” He breathed against your lips.
“Mhm,” you hummed and moved to break the gap. Your lips clashed against his and your hands pulled at the base of his neck, bringing his body to rest completely on yours.
His hands quickly tangled in your hair as his tongue brushed against your teeth.
Cool air hit your body as nimble fingers undid the bow holding the robe together. His lips left yours, choosing instead to kiss down your chest.
Goosebumps layered your body when his tongue met one of your nipples. And every hair on your body stood on end as a cold finger traced through your wet folds.
You gasped as heat immediately began to course through your body. Your stomach becoming tight.
His fingers worked fast, desperate to make you come as quickly as possible.
“Yunho,” your hips began to push against his touch, craving more.
Wet kisses were planted down your body, stopping just above where his fingers encircled your clit.
His hands moved to your hips, pulling you towards his face.
He kissed you sloppily, the warmth of his mouth sending a shiver down your spine.
That deliciously achy knot began to tighten again. Your knuckles grew white as you gripped the sheets around you.
“Yunho,” you called again, desperate and needy.
A finger swiftly entered you, curling and pumping as his lips pushed you towards the edge. And you fell.
As your sinful lips worshipped his name, you thought about how much you truly loved him. Not just a passionate and lustful love. You had been so down today but Yunho made it all better. And your heart ached thinking about what you would do without him. About the kind of person you would be without him. He added such immense joy and light and comfort to your life. You didn’t want to think about how dark the days would be without your sun. You just loved him so much.
Yet, as you were lost in thought, you felt cold as the mattress shifted-- he was getting up. “Wait,” you grabbed at his hand and his body stayed. “Wait, Yunho.” I'm ready, you thought. This is the right moment.
When you first started dating Yunho and he discovered that you were a virgin, he asked one question: ‘why?’ To which you replied: ‘the right moment just hasn’t come.’ And the whole subject was left to that one brief exchange of words.
And when things got hot and heavy down the line, he never pushed you. He never asked you why that date or that night wasn’t the ‘right moment.’ He knew you needed to decide that for yourself. Only you knew when your ‘right moment’ would come.
“Fuck me,” you whispered.
“Mhm,” his affirming words didn’t quite match his face, which was racked with both disbelief and confusion. He laughed wrly, finally deciding it was a joke on your part but, sensing no jest upon seeing your serious face, became confused again.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did.”
“This is very embarrassing for me,” you stated plainly as his gaze bore into you.
“What is?” He continued to stare down at you, kneeling in between your naked legs.
You gulped, your pride tasting sour. “I want you to fuck me, Yunho, please.”
He didn’t say anything for a long moment and that made you very anxious.
“Umm,” he fiddled with the hem of his long sleeve shirt. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to think that-”
“Baby,” you kneeled to meet his level but he still seemed to tower over you. “This is what I want. Exactly what I want.” You took one of his hands in your own. “And,” the other hand cautiously reached towards him.
He watched you with mixed feelings. He really really, really wanted to have sex with you. From the very first date, he wanted to touch you and feel you but you weren’t ready yet. So, all this time he had placed sex at the back of his mind. So far back, he thought it might never happen.
You were waiting for the ‘right moment’. Yunho had always had a sense of dread that it wasn’t just the ‘right moment’ but the right man and that that wasn’t him.
“I want you,” you told him, eyes fixed on him. “And, I could be wrong but, I think you want me.” Your hand met the hard bulge pressing against his sweatpants.
It was Yunho’s turn to blush. “I do,” he took your hand and removed it from his length. “I really, really do.”
“Then take me,” you said, so nonchalantly, his cheeks blazed red.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Hesitantly, Yunho pushed you back onto the mattress. “Okay,” he said, head finally coming to grips. He was going to fuck you tonight.
His hands reached for the band of his pants. You stood to rest on your elbows, watching him as he slid both his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. He shifted to pull them off completely. All you could do was watch.
You had seen Yunho before, he was big. He would let you give him handjobs but not blowjobs. He thought that it would be weird if he could fuck your mouth but not your pussy. It bothered you at first because you wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave you. But, he always assured you that you were the best at handjobs and that just knowing you would blow him was enough for him to come in his pants, which made you laugh.
“Can I blow you, Yunho?” you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“If you did that,” he reached for the hem of his shirt, having just now realized he was still wearing it. “I wouldn’t last three seconds and that would be very embarrassing.”
Dread swarmed through your chest as he said that. “Wait,” you pushed back on his shoulders as he began to lower himself. “What if i’m not good and we wasted all this time just for you to have bad sex?”
He seemed startled at first but his face quickly melted into a smile, a genuine laugh leaving his chest. “I assure you, y/n, it’s not the fact that were having sex that is hot. It’s you. But,” his tone became uncharacteristically serious. “We can stop right now. Just because you already said you wanted to doesn't mean we have to.”
He watched you contemplate for a long moment, silently praying that you would still want to fuck him.
“No,” you released your grip on his shoulders. “Fuck me,” you nodded as you spoke.
“Okay,” he smiled, positioning himself in front of you. “Okay.”
You could feel him lining up against you. “Wait,” you said again. He looked at you worryingly. “Kiss me, please.”
He let out the breath he had been holding. “You don’t have to say please,” he smiled.
He leaned down slowly, his nose pressing against yours as he kissed you.
It was a hasty kiss but it seemed to melt Yunho’s nerves. You, however, were still anxious.
“Do it,” you said quickly, looking down at where his hips almost touched yours.
“Watch me, honey,” he tilted your chin to meet his gaze.
You nodded slowly, the urge to look at him disappear into you still uncomfortably strong. Yet, you watched his warm, loving, familiar face as his length pushed into you slowly.
You had seen enough movies and read enough books to know it would hurt. Yet, it didn’t; the burn was addictively intoxicating. You could feel him entirely and wholly; every bit of him. Tears welled in your eyes and ran down your cheeks as he lowered his body, sinking even deeper, the burning sensation even stronger. All you could feel was a repeated surge of heat spreading throughout your body. He was oh so warm.
He watched from above. The way your brows pulled together, your eyelids fluttering, mouth opened in a loose gape.
He pulled out. A sacreligious string of slick still connecting your bodies. He needed to see that again, the bliss that covered your features.
His length met your clit, his hips rocking calmly and steadily back and forth.
Your hips shuttered as he moved, fingers kneading at his deltoids.
His tip found your entrance again. He wanted to watch as he disappeared into you but the guttural moan that slipped past your lips as his head eased past your folds pulled his eyes to your face.
Black streaks of mascara slid down your blushed cheeks and to the pillow below. The tears felt cold against your burning skin. His hands on your hips felt cold.
He pulled out completely again. The drag against your clenched walls pulling a moan from deep inside him.
You barely registered him taking one of your legs and lifting it to rest over his shoulder.
Again, he watched pleasure contort your face as he buried himself deep inside your pussy. He pushed his body onto yours. The thigh of the leg over his shoulder meeting the mattress next to you. Your other heel digging into his lower back. “Ffffu-” his pelvis was almost flush with yours when he dropped his forehead to your neck.
Slowly and delicately, he began to rock against you, cautiously grinding into you.
But you couldn’t go slow. The burning desire within you heating up with his gentle pace.
“Yunho,” you whined, your fingers restless against his skin. “Yunho, please!” trying to sound forceful, your pleas barely registered his ears as whispers.
Kiss bitten lips meeting your neck with a breathy moan, his hips pulled back only to meet yours again.
The bed creaked and your body was driven back. Low moans slipping past your lips as he moved.
Grunting against your lower neck, his grip on your thigh became death like. He snaked a hand under your waist, his hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, his weight resting completely on that elbow.
“I’m going to go faster?” He stated the question flatly, not expecting an answer.
Which was good because you weren’t sure you could give him a clear one. Everything was too hot. The back of your neck began to sweat, and the skin of your back where his nails lightly dug in began to sweat. Everything was hot.
Your mind was hot, your thoughts runny. And it only got worse when he thrusted into you faster.
“Does this feel good?” he asked, breathy.
The words didn’t reach your mouth. You responded with a whine as his pace became faster, the thrusts harder.
It was a sensation you had never felt before. When he fingered you, it was amazing but, you knew now, it was nothing compared to this. Every sensation was just so good. You felt so incredibly complete.
You moaned sweetly as he pulled out completly only to thrust back into you.
That’s what did it for Yunho: how you reacted to his every touch. “Baby,” he reached to move a sweaty piece of hair from your forehead. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“F-faster,” you gripped his shoulders which were silken with sweat,
A hand slithered down your stomach, his thumb circling your clit gently.
Your hips began to move sporadically. His body pressed down harder on yours.
Yunho winced sharply as you clawed at his shoulders, the heat building in your stomach becoming too much.
And, without warning, your orgams crashed down on you. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his waist where they gripped just as hard.
Your walls clenched and unclenched around his length causing him to come after you. His face buried deep in your neck, he suckled on the delicate skin.
His hips slowed to a stop but he didn’t pull out. He kept his body firmly atop yours because he could hear your heartbeat from your neck. Your pulse was so fast. And he could feel your chest rise and fall under him. And he could smell the roses on your warm and sweaty skin. It was heaven.
And you didn’t want him to move. The moment that you have both anticipated and dreamed about for years had finally come and it was so incredibly beautiful. You didn’t want it to end.
Wind ran faster through the green curtains, drying the sweat on your sweaty bodies.
“You’re very beautiful, y/n,” Yunho spoke just beneath your ear.
You grabbed for his face, pulling him away from your neck. Blush painted his face. A bead of sweat fell from a sticky piece of hair on his forehead. His lips were swollen and red. “You’re the beautiful one,” you pushed the wet hair off his forehead.
He chuckled lightly. A sound sweet like honey.
The mattress shifted again and you could feel his hips move away from yours.
“Wait,” you pulled his waist down. “Can you stay like this?”
“I’ll be right back,” he answered. “Promise.” And he pulled out.
You winced slightly as he left you, walking out towards the bathroom.
He came back wearing sweatpants and held a damp washcloth in his hands.
“Was I worth the wait?” He asked, dabbing the cool cloth against your warm forehead.
“Well,” you began to feign doubt and he merely chuckled, moving the cloth further down your body.
“Yunho,” you grabbed his wrist before he reached in between your thighs. “I think I waited this long because I was scared.”
He listened, watching your eyes on his wrist.
“But I shouldn’t have been. Not with you.”
You waited for him to say something but he didn’t, simply removing your hand from his wrist instead.
He continued to wipe the washcloth across your body. “I was kind of scared too.” He brushed against the inside of your thigh and you flinched. “Sorry,” he laughed sheepishly. “If we had had sex earlier in our relationship,” he moved with move caution. “I wouldn’t have been as nervous. It was because we waited so long that the pressure built and stayed there.” He removed the cloth from your skin. “But, I think it was better this way.” He smiled at you.
“We were able to grow to this point together. We did it because we loved each other, not because we were horny. So, for that, thank you.”
You smiled back at him.
“I love you,” he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your nose.
He stood again, walking to the closet and returning with pajamas for you.
He slipped a shirt over your head and gently pulled soft pants up your legs.
You curled close to his chest and his arms held you there as you both sunk into the mattress's cushiony embrace.
“I love you too,” you breathed and you could feel him smile against your hair.
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my aurora
idol! yunho x reader
rating: m
genre: fluffy and smutty
w.c.: 2k
warnings: unprotected sex!!!, oral (fem r)
summary: Interrupting your reading, Yunho proposes a game: Eat you out while you sing his group's new song, Aurora.
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The dim glow of your book light shone brightly against the pale moon’s gleam. Laying curled utop the fluffy mattress and pillows, the smell of fresh detergent and new book hung in the air. Yunho told you he would be late tonight, that they were finally going to finish recording, that you shouldn’t wait, but you weren’t still awake for him. These were the final hundred pages of the last book of an eight book series-- a lot of hours lead to this moment. It was bitter sweet, these last pages. You were speeding through them to finally finish the plot but, after this, it would be over. But you had to know how it would end.
From outside the bedroom, you could hear the opening and closing of the front door followed by heavy footsteps. “Baby,” a deep voice called.
“Yeah,” you half heartedly replied, still engrossed in your novel.
“What are you doing up?” he asked, coming through the bedroom door. “I could see your reading light; it’s almost 2.” You could see him in your peripheral vision: he stood tall, hands on his hips, loose clothing hanging off his build frame.
“I’m finishing this book,” you said, trying to remain focused on the words on the page.
He chuckled lightly, his voice a little raspy from the recording session he had just finished. “Aren’t you tired?” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.
“No,” you replied.
“Hmm,” he hummed and you could hear him walk towards the closet, the dull sound of clothing falling to the floor behind him.
He emerged from the closet as you turned a page. “Hey,” he stood in front of you: shirtless and divine.
“What?” you rolled onto your back to read more comfortably.
“What do I have to do,” you felt the bed cave as he climbed on. “To get you to look away from that book?”
You didn’t respond as things in your story were finally coming together.
He sighed heavily against the skin of your lower leg.
“Yunho,” you giggled as he began to kiss up your legs. “I know you’re excited about the song, but I really want to finish this book first.”
“Come on,” he crawled up your body, leaving kisses on your collar bones as you held the book above his head. “It’ll be fun,” he said with a cloy tone.
“It’s always fun,” you said, rereading the same paragraph for the third time. “It’ll be fun in thirty minutes.”
“No,” he came face-to-face with you. “I mean fun fun. I have a game.”
Your eyes froze on the page behind him. Yunho was a fun loving guy both in and out of the bedroom. Sex with him was always carefree and full of love but-- a game? That was new.
“A game?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the page though not reading the words.
“I knew that would get you,” he breathed against your neck. “Yes, a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Ahh,” he tapped a finger against your jaw. “You’ll have to put the book down to find out.”
Damn your curiosity; you dropped the book without even saving your page.
“Hey, sexy” he winked.
“Gross,” you pushed his face away. “Now tell me the game.”
“You’re gross,” he muttered but sat up next to you. “So, here's what I’m thinking: I'm going to eat you out while you sing a specific song. If you sing the whole song, I’ll make you come.”
Blood definitely rushed into your cheeks. He said it so nonchalantly, like he was ordering a coffee. And what was that if part?”
“If?” you asked. He had never held an orgasm from you. He was selfless during sex, always about pleasing you.
“If,” the syllable rolled off his lips. “You can’t finish the song, I won’t let you come.”
“What do you get out of this?” You asked, confused by his motives.
“Nothing but your taste and voice.” The look he gave you was almost sickeningly sweet. And he always looked at you like this before he went down on you: such anticipation and excitement, like you were his favorite flavour of ice cream on a blistering summer day. “So… yes?” His eyes softened into his killer puppy dog beg. Oh, those eyes, you always wanted to kiss him when he looked at you with those eyes.
He leaned into you as he noticed your gaze on his lips.
“What song?” You whispered as the gap closed.
“Aurora,” he spoke against your lips.
“Hmm,” you hummed, having a feeling of foreboding from this song choice. He seemed too cocky as he smiled into the kiss. But this kiss was so intoxicating and the feeling of his hands on your hips so perfect. “Okay,” you broke away.
“Okay,” he said with immense satisfaction, trying to conceal the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
His hands gripped your hips tighter as he pulled you down the bed, resting you now flat on your back. He sat on top of you, his weight pressing down on your thighs. Delicately, he placed his lips on yours as his hands hungrily groped at the skin beneath your sleep shirt. Warm hands tugged at the fabric and pulled it over your head. His wet tongue fell to the valley between your tits as his hands reached for the waistband of your shorts. With one sharp tug, your shorts and panties were on the floor.
As he came up from your breast to kiss you, you reached for the bulge in his pants but he quickly pulled away. “Uh uh uh,” he spoke disapprovingly. “That’s not part of the game.”
“Can we make it part of the game?” You tried to mimic Yunho’s puppy eyes.
“Nope,” he responded before you even finished your sentence. It never worked on him. “Start singing.”
You opened your mouth but your breath hitched as you saw Yunho lowering his face to your pussy. “I won’t do it if you don’t sing.” He looked up at you with a smirk.
“You go first.”
“Okay,” he chuckled and you could feel his breath against your clit making your walls clench. “Fine.”
His lips were warm but chapped. They moved gently as he kissed pepperd butterfly kisses on the lips of your pussy.
Shakily you took a deep breath and began to sing. You weren’t a particularly good singer but, Yuhno always loved to hear your pitchy voice-- especially if it was his group’s song you sang off key.
You were half way through the first verse when he added a finger, causing you to moan loudly.
“Keep going, baby, or you’ll have to start over,” he spoke against your clit, leaving you squirming from the vibration of his voice.
“I-i,” you struggled to remember the lyrics as pleasure muddled your thoughts. “I don’t remember where I was.”
“You’re going to have to start over then.”
You would have wriggled away from him if his forearm wasn’t pinning you to the mattress, his breath made you see stars.
His tongue swiped over your clit as you choked out the first lines again. His pace quickened with each line leaving you tongue tied. You barely made it to the chorus-- 나를 감싸줘 My Aurora, leaving your lips as nothing but a whisper.
“y/n,” he raised his chin and you watched with shaky eyes as he licked his lips. “I can’t hear your beautiful voice. Are you going to sing louder?”
You nodded your head eagerly, continuing where you had left off with the chorus.
A second finger entered you as you began the second verse, forming a knot in your stomach. The words couldn’t come to mind and the only thing that escaped your lips was a low, continuous moan that came from deep in your chest.
He removed his lips and raised his dark eyes to meet yours, dull nails lightly grazing the outside of your upper thigh. “Start over, baby,”
“Yunho,” you desperately ran your hands through your tangled hair, terribly frustrated by this little game. “I can’t think straight. I don’t even know the lyrics without your mouth-”
“앞에 펼쳐진,” he cut you off, dropping his head back down between your trembling legs.
The original confidence you had when he walked through that bedroom door and proposed this little game completely melted into the sheets you fisted in your now white hands. These first couple lines you could handle, they were Yunho’s lines-- he sang them all the time: in the shower, doing the dishes, folding laundry. And now, he sang them against your vagina. Yet, the lyrics melted your brain, you couldn’t even register the sound of your own voice. Though, you imagined you weren’t saying much of anything.
“Yunho,” you gripped his hair, pulling his head up. “Please, just fuck me. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll never remember all the lyrics and you’ll eat so much of me you’ll never want to eat me out again.”
“But, y/n,” he pouted. “I would never be sick of you.”
“Please,” you flashed the puppy dog eyes again and, this time, it worked.
“Okay, baby,” he said, climbing up your body.
As fluffy as ever, he smiled as he kissed you. “I love you, y/n,” he placed his forehead against yours.
“I love you too, silly boy,” you fiddled with the hair at the base of his neck. “Now, please fuck me so I can finish my book.”
He laughed, leaning back on his heels as he pulled down his pants.
He eased into you slowly, your walls already clenching from the extreme arousal. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said with a moan. “You feel too good.”
“me neither,” you whined, not even able to relax enough for Yunho to bottom out. His dick throbbed too deliciously against your walls.
“I’m going to move,” his hips shuttered as his head fell to your chest.
“Please, move,” you moaned, now digging your nails into his neck.
His pace started out slow, a light gunt leaving his lips with each thrust. Your hands entangled in his hair, tugging lightly, desperate for his lips.
You pulled at his hair but his lips remained fixed on your collar bone. “Yunho,” you whined.
Lustfully, he licked up the side of your neck, his lips coming to rest on your jaw. His hips became erratic as he sucked on your jaw.
“Yunho,” you grabbed at his face. “Please kiss me.”
He mumbled something against your skin as a hand reached for your leg, pulling it up his back, shifting the angle of his thrusts.
“W-what,” you choked.
Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes, the pleasure almost unbearable. Your climax was fast approaching as the knot grew so tight, it could snap at any moment.
“Come,” he said, crashing his lips onto yours.
Your walls were painted white, his hips continuing to fuck the warm cum into you as he kissed you. Fluttering fingers met your clit and your orgasm tore through you like a lightning bolt, leaving your mouth hung in a silent screen. A shiver ran through your whole body when he pulled out.
Yunho dropped to his side, face still buried in your neck, hot breaths against your skin as he caught his breath. “Are your legs okay?” He rubbed your lower stomach lovingly.
“Mhm,” you hummed. “But,” you pulled your legs up, the pain making you wince. “Could you carry me to the bathroom, please?”
“Yeah, baby,” he shifted and stood, reaching his arms under your sore body and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the cum leak out of you and down his forearm.
He helped you clean up and left you sitting on the bathroom counter to brush your teeth as he changed the sheets.
It was a warm night and Yunho slept shirtless and you could hear the echo of his heart beating like a drum against his ribs. “You’re not going to finish your book?” He asked, stroking your hair as your head laid on his chest.
“I can’t keep my eyes open.”
“Me neither,” he sighed.
As you drifted to sleep, the gentle sound of the fan and the soothing melody of Yunho’s voice cooled your body and stilled your mind.
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o, swear not by the moon
yunho x princess reader
rating: m
genre: smut with a dash of angst
wc: 2.7k
warnings: sex !!!!!!! just kinda sex stuff idk
summary: you fell in love with the enemy and he breaks your heart
:( but in a sexc way
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O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
If the days were forgiving, you did not know. If there was love in this life, you could not feel it.
But, the day you met him, among the tulips, everything seemed to shine more brilliantly. Everything felt more warm.
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Water coated your feet as you glided through the rain soaked grass, returning to your promised place. Dense mist hung in the cool night air. Drops of water hit your face as you slid through the leaf covered branches which concealed the forest alcove.
You had met him during the vibrant summer months, when the forest was at its fullest. When the leaves were green, bright moss clung to the sides of trees, shade living flowers thrived. But now, an eastern wind ran over your skin and the leaves turned brown and fell to a cold ground.
Blush coloured silk brushed across your goosebump covered skin as the breeze caught the hem of your dress. Lily Pads and their flowers shifted across the pond’s surface. This place, once a great temple, had been built by the ancient elders of your empire for the forest deities. And, as the old gods were lost to time and the first age passed, the once glorious house of worship became a forgotten forest alcove; a great willow tree grew, tall and proud, from the ruins of the marble temple. A murky pond who’s bottom seemed limitless and was concealed by delicate flowers, swayed around the stone foundation. Honeysuckle vines climbed towards the forest canopy across the decaying and crumbling pillars.
War had drained your spirits and left you cold and alone. You could barely remember the days before, when you were so young and ignorant. How the palace was alive with music, parties, and love. How your father and mother would kiss you goodnight and bid you farewell to the realm of dreams. Then, one day you woke and they were gone; that warmth drained.
The warrior princess, your mother was heir to the throne of the empire and, in a scandalous affair, married her younger brother’s best friend and general of the eastern army. They both died in battle, their bodies never returned to the royal capital for burial.
With the war came the clouds; heavy and gray. The sun seemed to disappear, die. So did the spirits of your people. Food became scarce, fathers and brothers were sent to war, and the raging fire of hope doused in an ocean of fear.
After years of brutal and unforgiving warfare, a caravan rode into the capital. Believing they had thoroughly gutted and drained your empire of all it was worth, the enemy came to commence talks of peace.
The son of the chief diplomat-- he came with his father to the palace and, now, sat at the edge of the half submerged temple stairs, kicking his feet in the chilly water.
“Yunho,” you called, the pond standing between you and him.
He glanced up and smiled, waving a beckoning arm.
He had been at the palace for nearly three months now though, you’ve only known him for one. He came from an empire in the south where the sun knew no night and, even in the white light of the moon, his skin glowed golden. Long nights you spent under the star scattered sky as he told you of his coastal home; blue waters and warm winters. How you longed to sink your feet into the white sand of his palace beaches, to feel the sun on your skin again.
Though, as you came to sit next to him on the cold, stone stairs, felt the warmth he generated, the golden light he seemed to produce-- you realized that you didn’t miss the sun as much as you used to.
“I have news from the negotiations,” his voice echoed through the ruins. “This foul war is over; there will be peace again.”
These words could not be true. With the joyful memories of your childhood not even shadows in your mind; a waring state was all you knew.
He seemed to sense your reluctance to believe as he said, “it is true, my love. Our armies have been told to stand down and will be pulled from their posts come next week. It’s all over.” Warmth spread over your cheek as his hand met your face, a gentle smile across his red-wine lips.
“This is glorious news,” you cheered, mind lost in a cloudy excitement. Yet, his words seemed to pull you down to earth; all over. “Yunho,” you raised your head to meet his deep brown eyes, and you couldn’t help but see sorrow in them. “What’s wrong? This is a time of celebration but you seem to mourn.”
He removed the hand from your cheek and returned it to his lap. “I ride south with my father at first light. There is news that my sister has given birth to a boy and, with his work here done, father does not wish to wait any longer to hold his first grandchild.”
“No,” was all you could manage to speak.
He wasn’t supposed to leave; he was your life. Without him, you would sink into the darkness again.
“N-no,” you didn’t know what to do, how to act. Your hands began to shake, acting upon their own volition. Your shoulders followed. Suddenly, you couldn’t breath; the weight of the world crashing down upon your lungs.
“y/n,” Yunho reached for your hands, eyes widened in concern.
But you began to wheeze harder as his warmth spread throughout your body. What would you do without him? What would you become?
Your world shifted as he pulled you into his arms, your head falling against his shoulder. “I’m here,” he spoke into your neck. “I’m here.”
Crisp air filled your lungs again as you became limp in his arms and your mind swam in his words. He was here now, you thought. These were his arms which held you and his lips which spoke and soothed.
Your fingers reached for the lips you’ve loved before, thumb brushing against the plush curves as he comforted you. The fall of his nose, arch of his brow, sweep of his eyelashes, angle of his cheekbones; sharp yet beautiful features, a face you could never forget-- the face of your soulmate.
“Will you forget me?” your arms wrapped around his neck to bring you face-to-face with him.
“We won’t be apart long enough for a single strand of your precious hair to disappear from my memory.” His breath danced across your jaw. “As the moon joins us each night,” sweet whispers fell from his lips and fell to the shell of your ear. “I will return for you. I promise you, my love.”
“Kiss me,” you told him. “Love me while you’re still here.”
Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes as he looked at you, unmoving, just staring. “If I love you now,” he said softly. “It will hurt more while we’re apart.”
“I want to remember the feeling of your lips on mine; your gentle touch.” You held his face in your sorrowful, needy hands. “Please, Yunho.”
“I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”
“Yunho,” you swiped a thumb across the apple of his cheek. “You could never hurt me. I love you -- now and forever.”
His forehead met yours as his eyes dropped and he released a shaky breath. “Now and forever,” he repeated, lips moving to meet yours.
His hands fell to your hips as your lips moved against his. Your hands running through his dusty brown hair as he gently sucked on your bottom lip. You grabbed his hand and brought it to the intersection of your neck and shoulders, wanting to feel his warmth on your bare skin.
Lips separated with a quiet smack and he began to press gentle kisses to your cheeks, nose, and the corners of your eyes. Slowly, his lips traveled down to where his hand rested on your skin, causing hushed whispers to leave your mouth. “C-can,” he pulled his lips away from your soft skin. “Can you kneel back?” He asked, running his hands across your curves with great desperation.
Your hands dropped from his hair to his shoulders as you raised yourself to rest on your knees. Wide eyes stared up at you as he sat, a hand reaching up to move your hair back. His hand rested on your cheek and you nuzzled into the warmth. The other ran behind you, tugging at the laces of your dress.
Shivers ran over your skin as the silk of your dress pooled around your legs leaving you in nothing but a thin slip. You kneeled before him as he stood, a finger tracing over your jaw. “Come here,” he called, hand leaving your face to extend the invitation.
You stood and immediately collapsed into his arms. “I love you,” he cooed. Soft hands grazed your shoulders as he slid the straps of your slip and dropped them down your arms. His tongue ran over his top lip as he looked down at your exposed flesh. A shaky hand reached out to touch you but pulled back slowly.
“What’s wrong, Yunho?” You asked worriedly. Did he not like what he saw? Were you not his type? Were you not like the other girls he’d been with? Not pretty enough?
“Nothing,” he sighed and smiled down at you, a hand finally caressing your goosebump covered frame. “You’re just so pretty; I-i don’t deserve you.” He pressed his lips against your forehead.
But he did deserve you. He deserved you and more.
“Take your clothes off, Yunho.”
His head flew up having not expected such an order from you. But, nonetheless he obliged. Nimble fingers worked the ties of his coat and buttons of his shirt. As the last piece of clothing hit the stony ground, you took a step towards him, your palm coming to rest on his toned torso. “You deserve the world and more,” you said, slightly more shaky than you had anticipated.
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close. “You’re perfect, y/n.”
You sighed at his words.
Wet lips suddenly met the side of your neck, sucking until a dark purple mark appeared. His tongue ran down the valley between your breasts causing you to gasp. Air left your chest again as he swept you off your feet, laying you gently on your discarded gown.
“So perfect,” he barely whispered, staring down at you.
His gaze was painfully intense. You couldn’t stand it. It was like he was looking at a meal.
“Yunho,” you whined. “Please, don’t look at me like that.”
“You’re just so beautiful.” His knees landed in between your parted legs, preventing you from closing them as you would instinctually.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto you, his lips dancing with yours. An elbow supported him as he entangled another in your soft hair.
An aroma of rose petals surrounded you, as if he bathed in rose water. Roses were a rare and exotic flower which weren’t native to your empire. You would miss it. The scent of roses having become a constant in your life.
The kiss deepened and your hands grabbed at his broad shoulders. His tongue entered your mouth, brushing against your front teeth.
Reluctantly, you pushed him away, desperate for air. But, he didn’t stop kissing your body, his lips sucking softly on your neck. Your hands ran up his neck into his hair and his sweet lips returned to yours.
Tenderly, a hand ran down your side and to the inside of your thighs. Your heart raced as no one had ever placed a hand there before.
“It’s okay, my princess,” his lips fell to your collar bones. “I’ll make you feel good.”
Warm fingers traced the lips of your pussy, becoming slick with your wetness. Softly, they came to press against your clit and you shifted your hips, having never felt something like this before.
“Relax,” he cooed, his hand parting to encouragingly rub your hip.
You nodded, signaling for him to continue and he returned to gently rubbing at your nub. The warm feeling coming from his fingers quickly turned into a flaming heat. Deep in your lower stomach, something began to stir.
“I,” you didn’t know what to say, the feeling totally foreign.
“Relax, love,” he repeated, his fingers quickening.
The feeling in your stomach grew tenfold; a tight, knot like feeling.
Then it snapped.
Tears streamed down your cheeks and glued your hair to your neck. It all came crashing down on you at once and you sobbed as you came. He was going to leave you. The scent of roses would disappear. His warmth would fade. He wouldn't make you feel like this again; like you were swimming in the pools of heaven--bliss.
“Y/n,” his hands left your body and flew to your face. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?”
“No,” you tried to steady for breath as you came down from your orgasm and grief. “I just love you so much.”
His eyes melted from worry to tenderness. “I love you more than you could ever know.” His lips pressed gently on yours.
You matched the slow and passionate pace of his lips as you caressed his neck and shoulders. You shifted and your thigh brushed against the angry tip of his dick, causing him to moan into the kiss.
He broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours. “Can I make love to you?” He asked, his breath shaky, desperate, and, almost, pained.
“Yes,” you moaned, feeling something brush against your swollen clit.
“Ack,” you watched him wince as he grabbed his cock in his hand, pumping it quickly. His face contorted in pleasure so beautifully; you wondered if you looked like that when he touched you.
“This will sting a little,” you felt his tip at your hole. “But it will feel so good.”
He watched your face as his tip entered you. And, it didn’t hurt you at all, so he pushed further in. He was immense, stretching your tight walls impossibly.
You tightly clenched your jaw, feeling like you were being torn in half.
“It’s okay, y/n, my love,” he brushed your hair lovingly. “It’ll feel better when I move.”
“Move,” you choked out, your body incredibly tense.
He pulled his hips back and pushed back in slowly. He repeated, rocking his hips back and forth until the burning turned into pleasure.
“That’s it, princess,” his pace quickened as your walls clenched around him. “You're so beautiful, princess.”
He started to push deeper into you, his hips meeting yours with wet smacks. Your hands desperately gripped his shoulders in need of stability.
It was rapid, the growing of the lustful knot in your stomach. All you could do was moan out as he thrusted into you.
His mouth enclosed yours in a breathy kiss as he felt his own release approaching, the thrusts becoming faster and increasingly deep. Your orgasm threatened to slam into you as his tip grazed a deep spot, causing you to see stars.
“You feel amazing,” he breathed.
The praise encouraged you, your hips coming to meet his, pushing him impossibly deep.
“Y-yunho,” you continued to moan out his name like a credo.
“Come with me,” he kissed up your neck. “Come for me, princess.”
Your second orgasm was even more wonderful than the first, crashing down upon you like a waterfall. Your nails dug into his muscular shoulders, legs trembling around him.
The feeling of his cum painting your walls was like a third orgasm. His warmth completely filling you to the brim.
“I love you, y/n,” Yunho peppered your face with light kisses as he pulled out of you. “Now and forever.”
~
The sun shone above your free nation, beating down upon you, kissing your skin red as you stood in the field of tulips but, you couldn’t feel it. You were cold, frozen, alone.
Do not swear at all.
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summer strawberries
yunho x y/n
rating: m
genre: smut with a dash of fluff
wc: 2.4k
warnings: steamy shower sex!!!! oral (f r), kinda hand job idk if it counts, light praising, mentions of melted ice cream :o
summary: the hot summer sun is horribly unforgiving. and what's better on a hot summer day but a cool shower? or, even better, a cool shower with mr. jeong yunho? <3
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It was hot. Unberably, ridiculously, stupid, dumb hot. The kind of heat where nail polish becomes sticky and ink won’t dry. Brain melting hot. At least there was a breeze; wind riffled through leaves causing storms of maple tree seeds to fall to the sun torchered ground. Birds cried harshly as winds jostled their homes. Small creatures kept to the shadows: rabbits, squirrels, and chipmunks skirting the sickening heat. Delicate and dainty flower petals wilted tragically.
And what were you to do? It was too miserable to even lift a finger. You were surprised your body was still functioning, believing your heart should burst and your blood boil. Simply miserably miserable you positioned yourself upon the sofa in the living room, the shades drawn so as to not let the fires of hell enter the home. If it weren’t for his promise of ice cream in the next ten minutes, you would have removed all the food from the freezer and shut yourself in, even if it meant asphyxiation, you could not have cared less at this point. If the universe wanted you to melt so badly, why didn’t it just get it over with, the sadist?
Eleven minutes, you thought to yourself, if he takes eleven minutes, we’re through. The prospect of ice cream was not taken lightly in your family. Ice cream was a happy escape for you. A brief moment of release from the trials and tribulations of everyday life. In reality, it wasn’t that great a deal but, today, as the sea of flames spilled through the glass window panes, ice cream was life or death and you would kill for it. You would kill anyone.
As minute ten neared and beads of sweat ran down your back, the door opened and in walked your Knight in Shining Armour, Jeong Yunho.
You watched Yunho as he stood, pantting, in the entryway. You knew the heat was real because of the way he was dressed; he wore a simple white tank top and camouflage cargo shorts. His lightly curled, night black hair was concealed by a ballcap. He removed his sandals and walked towards the living room, barefeet softly padding across the hardwood.
“Okay,” he started. You stared up at him from your place on the couch as he stood in front of you. His cheeks were flushed and his face glistened with a sheen of sweat. “We have choices:” a drop of clear liquid emerged from his hat-covered hairline and dripped to his eyebrow. “Chocolate crunch,” he pulled an ice cream bar from his left hip pocket. “Strawberry and orange cream,” he held two bars previously in his right hip pocket. “And,” he pulled a final bar from his bottom left pocket, “brown sugar boba.”
You carefully observed the selections he held before you. You would take anything frozen, even black cherry walnut.
“But, the thing is,” his tone dropped. “They’re melted.” He shook the bags and you could hear liquid sloshing around.
A quiet rage filled your chest, burning through your lungs. “Yunho!” He lowered his head and dropped his shoulders. “Why did you put them in your pockets?”
“I thought it would protect them from the sun but, I think it acted as a sort of convection oven and escalated the melting process… don’t be mad at me.” He looked down at you through large, heart crushing, puppy dog eyes.
“Hmmmmmmmm,” you whined, destroyed by the lack of immediate ice cream. “We can put them in the fridge I guess. But, that’ll take forever, ugh.” You slowly dragged your hands across your face, collecting far more sweat than you could have imagined. “Ew,” you cringed, looking at your silken hands. “I guess I can shower while they’re in the freezer.”
“Wait,” Yunho called from the kitchen. “I need to shower first; I am drenched.”
“No, me first.”
“You’re not even off the couch,” he shut the freezer door. “How are you going to beat me to the bathroom?” A cocky smile spread on his rose petal lips.
“I’ll beat you.” You made an attempt to stand but your legs felt like jello-twigs and they collapsed under you. “Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll drown in my own sweat. Tell me you love me before it’s too late.”
It was impossible but you could hear him smiling from where he stood.
“y/n, my love,” his footsteps neared. “There is room for more than one in the shower.” Yunho extended a hand.
“Carry me.”
“Hmm,” he pretended to contemplate. “Fine.”
His actions were swift; strong hands reached under your legs and back, pulling you off the couch and to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He was sweaty but you didn’t mind.
Your feet met the cold, stone floor as he set you down in the bathroom. He moved to turn on the shower and you faced the mirror. Your hair was terribly frizzy (on account of the humidity) and fell this way and that, sticking to your damp forehead. Your face was puffy and your cheeks awfully rosy. You wore, it could barely be called, a tank top and no bra.
“Yunho,” you called gently. “I don’t think I want to do anything. I don’t feel very sexy right now.” You watched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck.
His hot breath stuck to your skin. “You’re hotter than this weather, darling.”
You laughed. “Cheesy.”
“Yet, completely true.” he set his chin on the top of your head and looked at you through the mirror. “Just a shower,” he promised. “Nothing more.”
Chilly water met your shoulders sending a shiver up your spine. But it felt nice. Water trickled over your face, down your neck and back, dragging the sweat and hardships of that day down the drain. Delicately scented, strawberry soap bubbled as you lathered it over your collar bones. “Let me get your back,” he said. Strong hands met your shoulder blades; massaging with his fingertips. Hands worked down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling back to rub the soap into your lower back.
“Mhm,” you moaned out as his fingers worked through the knots and tension.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” his hands ghosted lower.
“Hey,” you turned to face him. “You said just a shower.” He stood in front of you: tall and broad; godlike. The water was cold yet, blue veins pressed against the skin of his arms and hands. His dark hair was slicked back, accentuating the perfect bone structure of his face.
“Don’t you want a relaxing shower?”
You eyed his lush lips which were slightly parted in a gentle smile. Your gaze traveled his strong features and came to rest on his eyes. Those beautiful eyes; the eyes you fell for. The eyes that could never hide his feelings; eyes that told everything. There were little droplets of water caught on his eyelashes and he blinked them away.
You felt the urge to kiss him; setting your hands on either cheeks. You stood high on your tippy toes but he was still out of reach and was unwilling to help. “Yunho,” you gripped his face tighter. “Come here. I want to kiss you-”
He put a finger to your lips. “Just. a. Shower.”
“One kiss,” you whispered over the stream of the shower.
“One kiss,” he agreed.
You closed your eyes, waiting, expecting his lips upon yours. Instead, you felt his hands graze down your sides and hips, resting on the tops of your thighs. You opened your eyes to see Yunho drag the tip of his nose down your stomach. His warm breath hovered just in front of your sex. “Yunho, that’s not what I meant.” You put your hands on his chin, trying to pull his lips back to yours.
He only gripped your thighs harder. “You asked for a kiss,” he breathed. “I’m going to give you a kiss, my love.”
Every hair stood on end as his nose ran over your clit. He tilted his head back to lick a wet stripe against your sensitive nerves. You whined as his tongue landed directly on it, circling again and again. You could only whine as his lips enclosed you and your legs became wobbly.
“Y-yunho,” you moaned as he sucked. “I’m going to fall.” You tried to balance yourself against the wall and he wrapped his arms around your back, trying to stabilize you as he continued to suck and lick relentlessly. “Ah,” you could feel that familiar knot twist in your stomach as he began to kiss you harder. And, when that knot was at the verge of snapping, he removed his lips with a wet smack.
He groaned as he stood and met your eyes, watching you as you breathed haggardly, mouth gaping. A hand fell to your shoulder, moving a wet strand of hair back. “I’m a good kisser, huh?”
“Mhm,” you nodded.
“Yeah,” he hummed, running his hands up and down your back. “Would you like to kiss again?”
“Ha,” you scoffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. It was heavenly as your bodies collided; your hands tugging at his silky hair, tits against his abs, his nails pressing crescent moons into your hips.
You pulled back to catch your breath, still winded from him eating you out. “God,” you ran a thumb over his cheek. “You are a good kisser.”
You thought he would come right then and there, the look he gave you was steeped in passion and lust. His hand met your ass, pulling one leg up to his waist as he moved to press your back against the cold tile wall. He winced as his hard on pressed against your lower stomach.
You loved that look. You wanted to see it again; to know you made him feel good.
Your hand snaked between your bodies as you began to pepper light kisses across his collar bones. He gasped as you grabbed his dick in your hand. You felt his Adam's apple bob as your lips moved to his neck. You squeezed him a little harder and his head fell back with a moan, giving you more beautiful canvas.
Warm fingers met your clit and you dropped your head to his neck, already sensitive from his mouth. “You’re so wet,” he ran his fingers back and forth through your folds, each movement causing you to moan against his chest.
“We-we’re in the shower,” you managed.
A deep laugh vibrated through his chest and his dick twitched in your hand. “I guess you’re right.” He pulled at your other leg. “Come here.”
“Yunho,” you raised your head. “If you slip and drop me,” you warned as effectively as you could with his fingers working you so wonderfully.
“I would never let you fall,” his strong arms pulled you close. “Jump.”
You managed to jump the best you could and one of Yunho’s hands was there to meet you. “Good job, baby,” he lowered you down his body a little.
You could feel him lining up, his tip pushing at your entrance. His eyes fell to yours, watching your face as he lowered you slowly onto him. You groaned as he moved deeper into you, parting you. “Is it okay,” a hand rubbed your back lovingly.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “You can keep going.”
He smiled slightly and loosening his grip on your back one last time, bottomed out with a moan.
You tugged at his hair as you adjusted to his immense size.
“Okay?” He kissed your cheeks.
“Yes, just give me a sec.” You moved your hips up and down, desperate for the pain to subside.
“Jesus,” he squeezed his eyes shut. “A warning next time.”
You clenched around him in response.
“Cheeky,” he chuckled.
“Okay,” you breathed out. “Move.”
“Okay,” he smiled down at you. He captured your moans in a kiss as he thrusted into you.
He was gentle with you, as he always was. He carefully watched you, making sure everything felt good, that he made you feel good. “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “You’re so pretty.”
You gripped his shoulders as his pace began to quicken and you couldn’t help but clench as his veins dragged against your walls.
“If you keep doing that,” he choked out between thrusts. “I’m going to come right now.”
You slumped against his chest. You wanted to listen to him but he was making you feel so good. Your body was coming completely relaxed and undone in his touch. Your mind, your body, your heart; you were so at ease being with him.
However, your nerves began to spark as his fingers fell to your clit. You could tell he was close because he dropped his forehead to yours wordlessly, his nose scrunched. And he loved when you two came together; Completely free in each other’s arms.
He seemed to completely forget about the slick watery surface he stood on and began to pound into you as fast and as hard as he could. You moaned and mewled as he hit deeper and deeper with each thrust.
“I’m gonna come, y/n,” he warned, his pace becoming erratic and you clenched harder around him, feeling your high approaching too.
“Me too, Yunho,” you whined as he hit your g-spot with a particular force.
You came loudly, fingers desperately searching for something to grip, finally resting on his toned biceps.
He followed you almost immediately, his hips ramming into yours sloppily as his dark eyes bored into yours, a lazy smile on his swollen lips. He pulled out and slumped to the shower floor, holding you tightly in his arms. He gently peppered your face with kisses. “I love you, y/n.”
You giggled as he found a ticklish spot behind your ear. “I love you too, Yunho.” You sighed as you saw his cum run out of your pussy and down the shower drain. “We should have sex in the shower more often; easier to be lazy.”
“I tire you out that much, huh?”
“My god,” you scoffed. “Cocky bastard.”
“You love it,” he teased, massaging the inside of your sore thighs.
You rolled your eyes. “Wanna wash my hair?” You asked, only half kidding.
“I would but, I don’t want to. I want to stay like this.”
“Me too,” you agreed, sinking deeper into his arms. “I could fall asleep like this.”
“Yeah,” his raspy voice responded. “Me too.”
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