ghostie

Since you were in the water, you could only watch him. You didn't dare bring a book in or near the water, and your phone was sitting safe and sound in the locker room, so you literally had nothing to do. Well, you did have your imagination to keep you entertained, which was running wild the longer you watched Jongho swim around.

He swam over to you and fully submerged himself in the water before resurfacing and brushing his hair out of his face. You watched his biceps flex as he slicked back his hair, and you saw his chest move somewhat heavily as he let out a deep exhale. Your insides flipped and tumbled when you saw how fucking sexy he looked, and you yourself felt winded just beholding his devilish good looks.

"Honey, aren't you hot just sitting here?" Jongho asked as he leaned against the edge of the pool, his arm resting on the ledge. "The water is so nice and cool— you should at least try swimming."

"I'm okay..." you barely managed to say. "Just watching you is enough."

"I know you're in the shade, but I feel like it's just hotter sitting here," Jongho continued to try and convince you to swim.

"It is really hot..." you murmured.

You spaced out, your eyes lingering on his refined muscles and his broad shoulders. Jongho seemed to still be talking to you, but all you could really focus on was the way the water lapped around his naked torso. How you wouldn't give to be pressed right against him, his arms wrapping securely around you, his waist pressing against yours. You desperately needed him against you, but there was no way you were going to be able to tell him that with a straight face.

"Honey?"

"Uh-huh..."

"What's going on with you?"

"Uh-huh..."

Jongho had it at that point. He stood right in front of you and snapped his fingers in front of your face, finally bringing you back to reality. Seeing him that close to you made your entire body jolt, and your fingers and toes tingled the closer he got to you. You were so ready to just fall over when he brought the back of his hand to your face.

"Oh God, your face is flushed, but you don't seem to have a fever... Maybe we should head back inside. I think the sun may be getting to you."

"It's not the sun getting to me, though," you whispered when Jongho grabbed your arm and turned around to drag you out of the pool.

He froze and he faced you once more. He walked forward quickly, making you scurry backwards until your back was pressing against the wall. Jongho pinned you in place, his chest extremely close to yours.

"What's going on, honey?" Jongho asked in a low voice.

You nearly shivered— Jongho sounded so hot whenever he dropped the octave of his voice. You were practically drowning in horny hormones at that point. Shifting uncomfortably, you whispered, "I... Uh..."

You felt your face get hotter as you thought about the things you wanted to ask him shamelessly.

I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you to use me and abuse me until I can't stand anymore. I want you to remind me who I belong to and make sure I never forget.

However, those crude words would never leave your mouth— at least not sober. Thankfully, Jongho seemed to finally catch onto what was going through your mind, a smirk, crossing his face. He closed the distance between you and actually pressed his chest against yours. He leaned into you, his lips near your ear.

"If you want that, you can just ask, honey."

"You know I can't shamelessly ask like that... I'm too shy..."

"Sure, that's why you were staring at me like a piece of meat or something. Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at me while I was swimming."

Jongho's hands moved down to your waist. He held you with a firm grasp as he nuzzled his face into the nook of your neck, his lips occasionally pressing against your flushed skin. You held onto his shoulders and let out soft sighs as you felt his kisses trail along the curve of your neck down to your shoulder.

"If you knew, then why didn't you say anything?" you whined slightly.

"I wanted to see you squirm, honey. It's not fun if I don't get to tease you."

Jongho's hands went from your waist to your ass, his fingers pressing into your skin and making your bottoms ride up a little as he pulled upwards. You let out pleasureful sigh after pleasureful sigh the more he peppered kisses all over your upper body and the more he felt you up. Your grip on his shoulders got weaker when you felt his waist press against yours, electricity running through your body when you felt his hard on prod through his swim shorts.

"Now, honey, do you want to tell me what you want me to do to you, or would you like me to order you around like the cum slut you are?" Jongho whispered gruffly into your ear once his lips made their way back up.

"The latter please."

Jongho pulled away from you, and you saw his eyes darken. His jaw momentarily tensed before he pressed his lips feverishly against yours, sweeping you away into a world of bliss. Your fingers ran through his hair as you moved your hands from his shoulders to the back of his neck. The two of you kept making impatient sighs and grunts in between each sloppy kiss, the water around you beginning to move a little more as you both got antsier. It was when Jongho's fingers pushed the waistband of your bottoms down did you break off the infinite chain kisses and look at him with helpless, half-lidded eyes.

"Get out of the pool now," Jongho ordered.

You did as he said as quickly as possible, the man following closely behind. You didn't know where to go, so you stopped and looked around, only for Jongho to grab your arm and lead you to the lounge chairs near the edge of the pool. He sat down first before pulling you towards him, making you straddle him. You held onto his shoulders and lowered your ass onto his knees as he held your neck and pulled you back in to shove his tongue down your throat.

Jongho's fingers pressed into your neck, making you slightly light-headed as he continued to kiss you so rashly that you had absolutely no time to breathe. You felt like you were going to pass out, but you knew that there was no way Jongho was going to take it so far.

At some point, Jongho did have to let go of your neck so that he could remove your bikini. He untied your top first, his fingers brushing the nape of your neck as he released the strings. Your top flopped forward as Jongho ran his finger down your spine, making you arch your back slightly. He made quick work of the remaining strings, the top completely falling with a slosh. He then ran his hands along the curve of your waist before pushing down the waistband of your bottoms once more. He was only able to move the wet fabric over your ass and tuck it under since you were still kneeling on either side of him.

"Take them off."

You nodded and stood up. Both your top and bottoms fell to the ground, Jongho quickly slipping his own swim shorts off in the process. Before you could go back to straddling the man, he leaned forward and grabbed both of your arms. Your back continued to face him as he pulled you backwards, your ass landing on his thick thighs as you sat down, your legs still firmly on the ground.

That's when you realized Jongho read your fucking mind earlier.

"Sit on my cock, honey," he told you as you felt his cock twitch and press against your back.

Jongho still had both of your arms behind your back, so while you moved up, Jongho held his thick cock in place. You felt the tip rub against your wet folds, and once he was right at your entrance, you sat down slowly. You felt your walls spread wide as you lowered yourself on him, a deep sigh escaping your lungs as you felt him fill you up.

"Mmm, fuck," Jongho groaned blissfully. "Now move for me, why don't you?"

With shaky legs, you managed to start moving on his cock. At first, you were worried about Jongho fucking you on the poolside out in the open where anyone could see; luckily for the two of you, there wasn't a single soul around, nor was there a camera in sight— plus, with the added protection of the umbrella above you, you had no reason to worry. That being said, you still tried to keep your erotic noises to a minimum while Jongho, on the other hand, didn't give a tiny rat's ass about how loud he was.

You seemed to be moving too slowly for him— you could only move so fast because every time you sat down on his lap, you wanted to remain seated because your legs could barely support you at that point. So, Jongho thrust his hips upwards suddenly, making you cry out.

"F-Fuck, Jongho!" you choked out as he continuously rammed his hips upwards into yours without mercy, your voice wavering when you felt him reach over your thigh and between your legs to brush his fingers against your sore clit. "Y-You're going so fast!"

"Don't you dare tell me to slow down," Jongho chuckled. "I thought you wanted this."

"I do! Fuck me harder, Jongho!"

Jongho released your arms from his grasp and pushed you up, making you whimper as his cock left your body. He quickly moved you so that you were kneeling on the lounge chair before shoving his cock quickly inside you once more. His waist slammed into yours hard, making you go from your hands to your elbows immediately.

Your sanity completely left you as Jongho quite literally fucked your brains out. You were moaning and crying loudly with every thrust while occasionally yelping whenever you felt the palm of his hand make intense contact with your ass.

"You like that, don't you?" Jongho teased you as he slapped your ass again.

You nodded and hummed in approval before you pressed your lips together and dropped your head down. However, Jongho didn't like that. He grabbed the back of your head and pulled, making you move your head up. He forced you to keep your head up as he continued to rut into you powerfully, the slaps of his waist against yours starting to get drowned out by the sound of blood rushing to your ears.

"J-Jongho!" you sobbed as you felt his cock brush against your G-spot so many times that you felt your orgasm building. "I'm c-close!"

Jongho immediately pulled out, two of his fingers going in their place. He fingered you quickly and roughly, the curve of his fingers inside you too much to handle. You cried out loudly as his fingers fucked you just right, making you cum hard. Your legs trembled, and your ass shook in the air as you squirt all over Jongho's hand, legs, and the lounge chair beneath you.

Without giving you a chance to properly recover, Jongho slid his cock back inside you, and he continued hammering away into your sensitive cunt. You could hear his own groans getting higher in pitch, and you could feel his pace begin to slow down but his power remained the same.

"You want me to fill you up, don't you?" Jongho grunted out. "You're just my little cum slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, Jongho," you whined. "Cum inside me, please."

Jongho didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing your waist, he thrust into you several more times quickly before groaning loudly. You felt his cock twitch and throb inside you as his cum spurt out quickly, filling you with his white seed. When Jongho pulled his cock out, he spread your ass wide to watch his cum leak out and trail down your leg, making his shiver and slowly get hard again.

"Fuck, honey," Jongho chuckled. "Wear your suit, and let's get out of here. I'm not done fucking you just yet."

You cease to exist - or at least it feels like it.

Maybe you’ve ascended to heaven, or somewhere where only pleasure lives.

Your body awakens at the sudden feeling of emptiness. It almost makes you want to cry, but you can’t move, your limbs are completely numb.

Your vision is still black, your mind far away, but a voice cuts through.

“I’ve got her.”

You feel light.

You’re not lying on the couch anymore, you’re floating.

Floating somewhere that smells musky.

It’s warm, and soft.

“Hey, princess. Are you still with me?”

The dots in your vision start fading away, and his face comes into focus.

“Sannie…”

Your little smile makes his heart jump as he sits you down on the bathroom counter. The cold surface on your exposed skin makes you wince.

“Sorry baby.”

He lets go of you to go grab the towel hanging on the door but you start swaying and he rushes back to hold you.

“I’ll get that later.”

You look up at him - really look.

His golden skin looks so beautiful under the ceiling lights. And the way his eyes take you in… You must look like a mess - your dress is hanging off of your shoulder, your hair is tangled from their hands weaving through it, your mascara and foundation smeared from your tears. Despite all of that, he still looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry.”

He wipes a tear from the corner of your eye.

“ ‘m not.” You protest with a weak smile

“Gosh you must be exhausted...”

You lean your head into his rugged palm, so soft against you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, what do you think?”

You nod lightly.

He grabs your hairbrush, gently passing it through your hair. You hum at the feeling and he strokes your waist with the hand that’s holding you steady. 

When he’s done, he reaches behind you for your zipper hesitating a moment, but you lean forward, letting him know it’s okay. He slides it down slowly, the fabric pooling around your body, which he slides past your legs with your help.

He stands there for a second, admiring your body, and you blush.

He’s the only one of them to see you like this, and it feels so intimate, but you don’t feel embarrassed or shy. It feels oddly right that he would see you like this. It’s San. He’s always taken care of you. This is no different.

He tears his eyes away from you, looking away to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable. His hand remains on your now bare waist as he reaches out to turn on the shower.

When he looks back at you, there’s a moment of hesitation on his face, like he’s deciding what to do. Ultimately, he knows he can’t leave you alone. You don’t have the strength or energy to do this yourself.

His fingers hook in the collar of his shirt, pulling it over his head, before taking his trousers and boxers off, always trying to keep a hand on you just in case. You can almost feel your eyes sparkle as you look at his perfect body. Though his muscles ripple with every tiny movement, he looks… soft. He looks like he could both protect you and take care of you. He’s the amalgamation of the perfect man, and that makes him feel surreal.

He steps closer, a slight pink hue on his cheeks from your eyes roaming over his body. You can’t help your fingers from reaching out to touch him, because it feels like suddenly, he’s a new person. He’s not the San you know, and yet he’s exactly who you thought he’d be in every way. His muscles contract as your fingertips graze over them, biting his lip to ignore how hard he is. Even though you can clearly see how much he wants you.

“You ready to go in?”

You don’t say anything, you just nod.

He picks you up from the counter, your legs wrapping around his waist - and this time it’s you who tries to ignore how close your core is to his length, how it flutters at the thought of it inside you.

He sets you down amidst the steam, keeping both hands on you, in case you’re still unsteady, and walks you back under the shower head.

The hot water hitting your oversensitive skin makes you gasp, but it’s a welcome relief. It feels soothing, rather than intense like everything else tonight.

You close your eyes as you lean your head back, the water washing away the streaks your tears left behind. You almost feel a pang of sadness that the visible reminders of this night are disappearing, but San’s lips grazing against your collarbones let you know it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because you can feel it in your bones that this wasn’t it.

You grab a hold of his forearms, sliding your hands up to his shoulders, until you cradle his face in your palms. His lips continue to pepper your skin with kisses, and you let him. He runs his hands up your waist until he can hold the back of your shoulders, making your back arch into him.

His touch is so tender, making sure to be delicate with you - because as turned on as he was all night, seeing the way you completely blacked out had his stomach twisting with fear. He doesn’t quite understand why or how he’s so drawn to you when all you’ve done is interact in a club. It’s like his brain is foggy whenever you’re near. That feeling is the greatest thing he’s ever felt though. He never wants it to end.

And so he continues kissing up your neck, letting the steam encase the two of you in a bubble of your own.

I think I love you.

You freeze.

You don’t know if you’ve imagined it or not. Did he really say that? It sounded so quiet.

Plus it’s not possible… right?

There’s no way.

It’s too soon.

But, is it?

After all, that desire you have to be close to him, to them, at all times means something, and why shouldn’t it be reciprocated…

These thoughts race through your head in a jumble, your heart beating out of your chest against his lips.

He lifts his head slowly, meeting your gaze, and it’s like there’s a moment of understanding between the two of you. Nothing is said, but everything is meant.

You pull him to you gently, meeting him halfway. The moment feels electric, sparks igniting your skin as the water falls around you. He lifts you up into his arms, your legs wrapping around him. You want him so much, and he wants you just as badly.

You whimper lightly against his chocolate flavoured lips, wordlessly telling him you need him, but he hesitates. You pull away for a moment, just long enough to caress his cheek, forehead pressed to his.

“I’m okay.”

He waits another second and you nod. That’s the reassurance he needed, lifting you up a fraction just to sink you down onto his length. Your whole body is on fire from the sensitivity, but this time is different. There’s no roughness, no pretence. Just two people realising just how much they care for each other.

He pants against your mouth, the sound so sweet it breaks your heart and sews it back together at once.

In the living room, they can hear your soft moans bouncing off the bathroom walls. They pretend like it doesn’t affect them - after tonight and everything that happened, it shouldn’t. But though none of them say it, they all wish they were the ones alone in there with you, instead of out here cleaning up.

Hongjoong stops for a moment, before he motions towards the door with his head.

They’ll have plenty of time in the future for more. Tonight, it’s better that they leave it as is.

Yeosang shakes his head. “I’m gonna stay behind. Check she’s okay.”

They nod at him, a silent understanding between all of them, before filtering out one by one.

Your mind is too wrapped around San’s touch to notice anything else, though the change in the environment brushes against your senses. You feel that all too familiar pressure gathering in the pit of your stomach again, the languid roll of his hips feeling like ecstasy. The way he’s looking at you right now with stars in his eyes and furrowed brows… You know you never ever want anyone else to see it. This is for you, forever.

“You feel so good… You’re mine, right?”

His words make you smile - like your thoughts broke through to him.

“Yours.”

Your reassurance is what he craved, and his release spills into you, the feeling of being full again making you topple over too. This time though, you ride it through with him - his firm hold on your hips and waist helps you stay grounded.

He doesn’t pull out until he knows the ripples of your orgasm have faded. He sets you down carefully, your knees weak which makes him chuckle a little. He didn’t think he could like this version of you so much - the unfiltered, unpolished, raw version, and yet here he is.

“Let me take care of you now. I need to clean you up.” He murmurs as he kisses your forehead.

And so he does.

He shampoos you, lathers the soap over your raw body, even making sure to remove the makeup from your face. Then he helps you step out of the shower, grabbing your towel and delicately wiping you dry, squeezing the water out of your hair.

You let him do it all. You have no energy left in you to take care of yourself, and you could get used to this level of attention and care.

But something still tugs at your heart.

Someone’s missing.

“S… Sang…” You mumble as San pulls a fresh T-shirt over your damp hair.

He looks up at you with a soft smile, his eyes almost apologetic, his fingers playing with yours.

“I’m right here Angel.”

You turn your head towards the door and, despite your exhaustion, a bright smile lights up your face at the sight of the long haired man.

“Hey pretty baby.” He coos as he gets closer to you, scooping you up off the bathroom counter. “Let’s go.”

You squeeze San’s hand one last time before burying your face in Yeosang’s neck, letting him take care of you now. He walks the both of you to your bedroom and lays you down on the bed gently.

You claw at his neck to pull him towards you. “I didn’t… We d…”

He chuckles so softly it makes you want to cry.

“I think you’ve done enough tonight.”

“But-”

“No. You’ve had enough. You can barely string two words together.” He brushes the hair off your face softly as he lays down next to you, tucking you into him. “Let me take care of you, baby. There’s plenty of time for us to do more.”

You bite your lip. You feel guilty for not having been able to give yourself to him the way you did to the others.

“Hey.” He calls out barely above a whisper, guessing where your head is wandering. “I’m right where I wanna be.”

And so, you don’t fight. You let him stroke your back, shushing you to sleep against his warmth as he nuzzles against your neck.

And as you lay down with Yeosang by your side, his arms wrapped tightly around you - the exhaustion of the wildest night of your life with the eight most incredible men you’ve ever met weighing you down - you start to think that maybe, just maybe, the pheromones wouldn’t have been necessary after all…

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You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second now just thinking about it. Mortifying. Absolutely mortifying but so true. You opened your eyes back, gaze flickering towards Yunho again…. to his hands again. To the way his fingers flexed slightly as he clicked, the tendons shifting under his skin, controlled strength in every small movement.

Your lips parted as a quiet breath slipped out, your body betraying you in the smallest ways as that thought settled back in, heavier this time and more clearer.

“Guys, hold on….” Yunho’s voice pulled you out of it instantly.

You blinked, realizing you’d stopped completely in the doorway without even noticing. Great. Now you looked suspicious. You forced yourself to move again, stepping into the room like you hadn’t just been standing there spiraling in your own thoughts. “Hey,” you said casually, like your heart wasn’t suddenly beating a little too fast and you weren’t wet already at just the thought of…..

Yunho glanced at you, just briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips before his focus snapped back to the screen. “Hey, baby.” Normal. Everything was normal. A big fucking lie. You leaned lightly against the doorframe, arms crossing loosely as you watched him for a second longer than necessary. Trying to act like you weren’t hyper aware of everything, his voice, his posture, the way he shifted in his chair. Trying to ignore the fact that your mind was still very much stuck on wanting him as deep in your throat as he could go.

“Uh…” you started, then paused, forcing your tone to stay even. “How much longer are you gonna be streaming?” Yunho hummed, eyes still on the game. “Like… thirty? Maybe forty minutes? Why?”

Your stomach flipped. It wasn’t the question. It was how he asked it. Just… curious enough to make you feel seen. You shrugged, pushing yourself off the doorframe, pretending like it didn’t matter. “Just wondering.” But your voice came out softer than you meant it to and Yunho noticed. Of course he did. His movements slowed for just a second, barely noticeable unless you were watching him as closely as you were.

He leaned back slightly in his chair, adjusting his headset. “Chat, I’ll be right back,” he said calmly and your breath caught as his mic clicked off and his attention shifted completely. Slowly, he turned his head, eyes dragging over you in a way that made your skin feel a little too tight. “You okay?” he asked, voice quieter now.

You nodded too quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He didn’t look convinced as his gaze dropped, just briefly, like he was picking up on something you hadn’t said out loud. “You sure?” And suddenly it felt like you were standing a little too close to the edge of something.

You tried not to look at him. That was step one. Eyes anywhere but his face, his mouth, his hands, because if you looked too long, you were going to lose whatever fragile grip you had on your composure and judging by the way your heart was already beating, that grip was hanging on by a thread.

You nodded, but it was weak. Unconvincing and useless. Your fingers curled into the hem of your shirt as you stared somewhere over his shoulder, anywhere but at him, your thoughts spinning too fast, your pulse loud in your ears as you could feel the words sitting right there, heavy on your tongue, threatening to spill whether you were ready or not.

“Iwantyouto….”

You swallowed, the words tangling together immediately, your voice coming out rushed, quiet, almost incoherent….

“iwantyoutofuckmythroat.”

The silence was thick and immediate. You squeezed your eyes shut for half a second, already regretting every life choice that had led you to this exact moment. Why did you say it like that? Why did you say it at all? You chanced a glance back at your boyfriend and Yunho was just… sitting there, staring at you, brows slightly drawn together. Head tilted just enough to show he’d heard you but didn’t quite catch it. “What?”

Your soul left your body. “Nothing,” you said immediately, way too fast. Too defensive and way too obvious making his eyes narrow just slightly. “Yeah,” he said slowly, “no. You definitely said something.” You shook your head, already trying to step back, trying to physically retreat from the moment like you could rewind time if you just moved fast enough. “No, I didn’t, you probably just….”

He rolled forward in his chair, hand shooting out and catching your wrist. “Hey,” he said, quieter now and you stilled. “say it again.” Your heart dropped straight into your stomach. “No.”

His thumb brushed lightly over your wrist, a grounding motion, but his gaze didn’t soften, not really. If anything, it sharpened. “You were just staring at me for five minutes,” he murmured, stepping a little closer. “Then you mumble something and try to run away?” Your face burned. “Yunho….”

“Say it again.” There was something different in his tone this time. Still gentle and still him but steadier. Lower. Like he wasn’t going to let you dodge it. Your throat felt dry suddenly, your eyes flicking anywhere but his as you shook your head again, weaker this time. “It was stupid.”

“I didn’t catch it.”

And that somehow made it worse. Because now you had a choice…. pretend it never happened. Or say it again properly this time. Your fingers tightened in his grip as you finally, slowly, looked down at him. “Say it again.” He repeated and you swallowed, lips pressing together as you shook your head once, weak and stubborn all at the same time. “It’s…. it’s dumb.”

“Then it won’t matter if you say it again.”

You huffed a small, breathless sound, more nervous than amused, your fingers curling slightly like you were debating pulling away, except you didn’t. Couldn’t. Because some part of you didn’t actually want to. Because you wanted this. Your shoulders dropped just a little as you let out a quiet breath, eyes avoiding his again, voice dropping lower. “I want you to….” You hesitated for just a second and then forced it out before you could stop yourself. “I want you to fuck my throat.”

The words hung there as your chest rose and fell a little too fast as soon as it was out, like your body didn’t quite know what to do with the fact that you’d actually admitted it.

His grip shifted, thumb brushing slowly over your wrist, like he was grounding himself this time instead of you. “Yeah?” he murmured as you finally glanced back down at him. And immediately wished you hadn’t. Because the way he was looking at you now…. that soft, easy gentleness he always had with you? It was still there but it wasn’t leading anymore. “You’ve been thinking about that?” he asked quietly.

Your lips parted, but no sound came out at first, so you just nodded and Yunho exhaled softly, like he was settling into something he’s been holding back, before letting your wrist go and standing up, chair sliding back behind him, forgotten, and the space between you suddenly feeling too small, too charged.

His hand comes up to your chin, fingers tilting your face upward, firm enough that you don’t have the option of looking away anymore. “Look at me,” he murmurs and you do. Your breath stutters the second your eyes meet his again, looking up as he looks down at you, studying you for a second. “You sure?” he asks, quieter this time. There’s no teasing in it. No pressure. Just a question that actually matters.

Your throat feels dry, but you nod anyway and his gaze lingers for a beat longer, searching, confirming, then something in his expression settles. Decision made as his thumb brushes lightly across your lower lip, slow enough that it pulls your attention there without effort, your breath catching again as your body reacts before your mind can.

“Open,” he says. It’s not harsh. But it’s not soft either. It’s… direct. You hesitate for the smallest fraction of a second, more from nerves than anything else, then do as he says and the shift in his focus when you listen… God. It hits you harder than you expected as his fingers move again, slow at first, measured, testing more than taking, before the motion deepens just enough to make your breath hitch, your body reacting instinctively to the unfamiliar intensity as he skips two of his fingers into your mouth.

Your hands twitch at your sides, unsure where to go, eyes fluttering for a second as the moment stretches, his fingers moving farther until you feel them tickling at your gag reflex and the smallest change in your breathing makes his brows knit just slightly, his hand easing back a fraction, his thumb brushing your lip again as you instinctively pull in a breath.

“Hey…” he murmurs, quieter now and your eyes open fully again, meeting his, a little dazed, a little overwhelmed but not pulling away. And he sees that, hand slipping back completely, fingers retreating slowly, the loss of contact almost as noticeable as the contact itself. For a second, neither of you move. The air between you feels heavier now.

Your lips part slightly as you catch your breath, your chest rising and falling a little too fast and Yunho just… looks at you with that same steady intensity still there but softened just enough now to check in as his thumb keeps brushing your bottom lip. “Still with me?”

You nod even if your voice might not cooperate right now and a faint, almost satisfied exhale leaves him at that, his hand finally dropping from your face but his gaze doesn’t leave yours. “Get on your knees.”

Something in his voice, the dominance leaking out, the tone deeper, more commanding than you ever heard him before, has you dropping before him without blinking, knees pressing into the soft carpet of the bedroom floor, heart pounding with anticipation. Your eyes lock onto his, wide and pleading as he stands tall above you, broad frame casting a shadow, a smirk curling his lips as he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, his gaze stays locked on you as he shoves them down his legs, dick already hardening, veins pulsing along his length but he doesn't rush, instead, he steps closer, reaching down with two fingers. "Open wide, baby," he commands, voice low and firm.

Your lips part obediently, tongue extending out as you tilt your head back and slides his fingers once again past your lips, over your tongue, pushing deeper. You feel them hit the back of your throat this time and he doesn't stop there, thrusting further until they lodge deep, triggering your gag reflex more than he had before. Your throat convulses around his fingers, saliva pooling and dripping from the corners of your mouth as you choke, eyes watering instantly, gagging sounds filling the air, wet and guttural as your body jerks slightly.

"That's it," Yunho growls, holding his fingers buried to the knuckles, twisting them slightly to stretch your throat. "Feel that? Right there in the back. That's exactly where my dick is gonna go. You're gonna take every inch down here, choking just like this for me." He pulls back an inch, then shoves them in again, making you gag harder, tears streaming down your cheeks, hands gripping his thighs for support, nails digging into his skin as he finger fucks your throat slowly, drawing out each gag, each sputter of spit. He watches your face intently, loving the way your body fights the intrusion yet craves more.

Minutes pass like this, him dragging it out, alternating between deep probes that make your vision blur and shallow strokes that tease your tongue. Your throat burns, raw and slick with your own saliva, but the ache only fuels your arousal, pussy clenching emptily between your thighs until he finally withdraws his fingers with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting them to your swollen lips.

You gasp for air, coughing lightly, but he grabs your jaw, tilting your face up. "Good girl. Now stick out that tongue." You obey instantly again, flattening your tongue out and Yunho grips himself, thick, heavy, tip glistening with pre cum and taps it against your tongue. Once. Twice. The weight of it smacking wetly as he drags the underside along, painting your lips and tongue with his pre cum, then taps the tip right at the center, making it bob. "Taste me," he orders. "Get it nice and wet before I fuck this pretty mouth."

Your tongue swirls instinctively, lapping at the head, savoring the taste of him as he continues tapping, light at first, then firmer, the impacts sending jolts through your jaw as he smears his dick across your cheeks, your chin, marking you and making your core throb, wetness soaking your thighs, but you stay still on your knees, waiting for his lead. For his command.

"Suck the tip," he says, voice gravelly, still commanding as you wrap your lips around it, hollowing your cheeks as you suck gently, tongue flicking the slit and he groans low, threading his fingers into your hair but not pulling yet as he rocks his hips forward inch by inch, letting you adjust, your mouth stretching around him. He starts slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling out until just the tip rests on your tongue, then pushing back in, deeper each time.

Your throat relaxes but still clenches as he nears the back. "Breathe through your nose," he instructs, one hand cupping your cheek possessively. You do, nostrils flaring, focusing on the rhythm. In... out... in... deeper. His dick hits the entrance to your throat, and you gag softly, but he pauses, letting you swallow around him. “Relax…. and take it." he surges forward, bottoming out, balls pressing against your chin, dick fully sheathed in your throat, bulging it visibly.

You choke hard, throat spasming wildly around him, tears flowing freely now as he holds there, grinding slightly, letting you feel the full invasion of him. "Fuck…. look at you….” The sight of you stuffed full has him start fucking your mouth in earnest, but not rushed, long, drawn out strokes that pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust bottoms out, your gags turning into continuous wet chokes and gurgles, spit bubbles at the corners of your mouth, cascading down your neck and onto your shirt.

His grip tightens in your hair, controlling the pace, angling your head perfectly. "Choke on it. Gag for me. I want to hear how much you love this." Your world narrows to the relentless piston of his dick in your throat, the burn in your jaw, the ache in your stretched lips. Every plunge triggers fresh waves of gagging, your body heaving, but you don't pull away, you lean into it, hands braced on his thighs as he fucks deeper, faster, hips snapping with controlled power. "Touch yourself," he suddenly commands, voice strained with pleasure. "Finger that wet pussy while I use your throat. Do it now."

Your hand flies between your legs, shoving into your shorts, pushing aside your soaked panties, two fingers plunge into your dripping pussy, the sudden fullness making you moan around him, a muffled vibration that makes him his as you pump your fingers in time with his thrusts, curling to reach and hit your g spot, thumb circling your swollen clit…..

Overwhelmed, sensations crash over you, his dick ravaging your throat, choking off your air in bursts, your fingers squelching in your pussy, walls clenching greedily, the sounds of you making yourself squirt echoing loudly. He doesn't let up, pounding your mouth with wet, obscene thrusts, dick gliding through rivers of spit, balls smacking your chin. "Deeper with those fingers. Fuck yourself like you mean it." You add a third finger, stretching your pussy wide, thrusting frantically as your orgasm builds and your throat convulses nonstop around him, gagging louder, body trembling on the edge.

The pressure coils tight, his dick blocking your screams, your fingers buried knuckle deep, grinding against your g spot and you shatter, coming hard with a raw, muffled scream vibrating down his shaft, pussy spasming wildly around your fingers, juices squirting onto your hand and the floor, thighs quaking as waves rip through you as his dick stays lodged deep, choking your cries into desperate hums.

Yunho groans at the sensation, your cries and moans milking his dick with your throat's contractions. "Fuck, that's it…. come for me while I fuck your face." He doesn't stop, hips pistoning even harder now, chasing his release, hands clamping onto your head, fingers digging into your scalp, holding you immobile as he uses your throat like a tight sleeve. Thrust after brutal thrust, faster, deeper, your gags turn to whimpers, exhausted but blissful as your fingers stay inside your pussy, clenching yourself as his rhythm falters, breaths ragged. "Gonna fill this throat…. make you swallow every drop…..”

With a final, savage thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, dick pulsing as he erupts straight down your throat, rope after thick rope of his release floods you, forcing you to gulp convulsively around him, milking him dry as he holds you there through it all, grinding until the last spurt, your nose pressed to his pelvis, lungs burning as he finally pulls out slowly, dick slick and softening only a little with a trail of cum and spit connecting to your lips.

You cough, gasping for air, throat raw and voice hoarse, but a satisfied smile spreads across your face as you lick your lips clean and pull your fingers out of yourself, Yunho grabbing your hand and bringing it up as he leans down and sucks your soaked fingers into his mouth, other hand stroking your hair gently now, thumb wiping a tear from your cheek as he sucks your fingers clean. “You took it so well." He doesn’t let your hand go, gripping it as he helps you up, pulling you into his chest.

He lets out a slow breath against your hair, hand resting warm at the back of your head, fingers threading through gently now, so different from the intensity just moments ago it almost makes you laugh. Your voice is wrecked, barely there, but the smirk that tugs at your lips is very much alive. “You’re so annoying,” you rasp lightly, pulling back just enough to look up at him and he huffs a quiet laugh, thumb brushing once more under your eye, softer now, grounding again. “I’m annoying?” he repeats, brows lifting like he’s genuinely offended.

You nod, even though it’s small, your hands resting against his chest as you steady yourself. “Yeah. You could’ve….” your voice cracks a little and you wince, clearing your throat, “you could’ve done that sooner.” That gets him. His lips part slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that answer at all, a quiet, surprised laugh slipping out of him as his grip tightens just a little at your waist. “Oh, I could’ve?” he murmurs, amusement curling into his tone as you tilt your head, giving him a look despite how wrecked you feel. “Mhm….. didn’t know my boyfriend had that whole, here, gag on it, thing in him.”

Yunho chokes, a short, startled sound caught in his throat as his head drops forward for a second, laughter breaking out of him in disbelief. “Hey…” he starts, voice half laughing, half warning, but there’s no real bite to it. His ears are a little red now, the composure he had earlier slipping just enough to make your smile widen. “Oh my god, don’t act shy now,” you tease, nudging lightly at his chest. “Where was that energy a minute ago?”

He exhales sharply through his nose, shaking his head as his hands settle more firmly on your hips, pulling you back in like he doesn’t trust you to stay put otherwise. “You are not….” he pauses, trying to regain control of the moment, but the corner of his mouth keeps twitching. “You do not get to say that after…”

“After what?” you interrupt, tilting your head innocently and he just stares at you for a second before he huffs, forehead dropping to yours. “You’re unbelievable,” he mutters.

But there’s no frustration in it. Just warmth. Just that soft, steady affection threading back through everything now that the intensity has settled and your smile softens too, your fingers curling lightly into his shirt as you lean into him again, both of you still catching your breath in the quiet that follows. “You loved it.”

He doesn’t even hesitate, voice low, certain and still a little breathless

“Yeah…. I really fucking did.”

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You sat at the edge of the bed, legs open as you hurriedly worked at your clit. Your juices coated your fingers, the bedsheet below you sopping wet from your leakage as you played with your sweet spot.

You knew very well that this was off limits-especially when he was not home to take care of it for you, as you were deemed his special girl. You waited as long as you could for him, but you simply couldn't do it anymore. It reached a point where you were just desperate.

Horny and desperate.

You were in heaven, blocking out all and any sounds as you reached your blissful peak, letting it consume your entire body. The more aroused you got, the quicker you got to work. Your eyes were shut tight, stomach sucked in as it burned with heat, your mind racing with thoughts of him stuffing you full with his cock.

Within seconds you came undone, your cum completely soaking your fingers and oozing out of you. You let out a huge sigh of relief, feeling the strong urge you once had finally fade as you laid on the bed.

“What a pretty sight.” You froze, unsure if it was simply you dreaming or a reality. It wouldn’t be odd to hear your own daydreams right?

“Can’t even last a week without being stuffed full of cock?”

You jumped, breaking out of your thoughts as you looked up from the bed. Jongho stood at the door way, his harsh gaze scanning your fragile body. Your face flushed red from embarrassment. You immediately closed your legs and sat up on the bed, attempting to cover the wet spot on the sheets.

“Baby, you’re home early!” you muttered, a nervous chuckle escaping you.

Jongho put his hand up to you, placing his luggage by the dresser as he walked into the room. He undid his tie, pulling to loosen it up a bit and rolling up his sleeves. You quickly grabbed your underwear, pulling it on and stumbling out of bed to give him a hug, to which he returned reluctantly.

“I see you’ve missed me.”

His voice was cold and stern, pulling away from your embrace. You nodded hesitantly, bitting your lip as he sat in the chair by your makeup desk. He undid the buckle to his belt, pulling it from the loops and tracing it within his fingers. You watched hesitantly, knowing exactly what idea was brewing in that cruel mind of his.

Jongho man spread slightly in the chair, sighing disapprovingly as he pat his lap.

“Come here.”

You sat still on the bed, not even daring to move a muscle as you already knew where this was going. You looked away from his deep gaze, feeling your face flush up with embarrassment as he studied you.

“Don’t try to act innocent now.” He got up from the chair, walking over to you and tugging at your arm.

“You know exactly what breaking the rules gets you.”

Jongho pulled you from the bed, making you stand bent over with your hands against the bed. He lifted up your baggy shirt, kneading the curve of your ass gently with his hands.

“Should do a better job at hiding things from me next time.”

A loud slap rippled through the room— loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. You yelled out in pain, your head sinking into the bed sheet as you tried to contain the loudness of your cries. Your ass tingled, as did Jongho’s hand while he admired the large red handprint against your bare ass.

Jongho smiled at your cries, leaning over your figure and slipping his hand under you. His slipped in between your spread folds, your post cum coating his fingers. You moaned softly, moving your ass up slightly. He sighed, delivering a loud smack against your skin.

“Please Jjong, I’m sorry!” you begged, gripping at the sheets of the bed.

He squeezed your ass gently, sucking his teeth as he unbuckled his pants. They dropped to the floor, leaving him in only his underwear with an aching bulge. Jongho pressed his clothed cock against your ass, groaning at the sensation. He quickly pulled his member out, smacking it against your ass a few times before rubbing it along your soaked folds. You whimpered, legs shaking as you waited eagerly for him.

He yanked your hair, pulling you body up to his level. You cried out in pain, chest rapidly rising and falling at his gesture. His mouth hovered over your ear, warm breath making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“You listening?” You nodded quickly as his arm snaked around your waist.

“You deserve nothing sweet, nothing kind, or welcoming.”

He bent your back over just slightly. He pushed his cock against your entrance, just enough for his tip to make its way through but not fully. A soft moan escaped your lips, making your legs quiver under him.

“But I’ve had a rough work week.” he shoved his hard member into you, not giving you enough time to react before ramming into you repeatedly.

“So you’re gonna take what I give you, and you’re gonna like it. Isn’t that right princess?”

His hands held onto your waist tightly, ass smacking against his waist as he fucked you. His tip nearly brushed against your cervix, all the while hitting your sweet spot. He awaited your response, hearing nothing but breathless moans escape you as you tried to get used to his size.

“No answer, hm?”

Within seconds, his hand landed against your skin with a blow, the loud ripple mixing with your cries. You buried your head into the bedsheets, begging him to be more gentle with you as you didn’t mean to disobey his orders. Another smack hit your ass, the red mark on your cheek soon darkening.

“So you gonna answer me now, or just act like you don’t understand what I’m saying?”

You nodded your head profusely, letting out small noises showing you heard him. He scoffed at you, continuing to fuck into your poor hole. His hands rested on your cheeks, spreading them slightly to watch his cock pound in and out of you while you whimpered uncontrollably. It was a pretty sight to Jongho; the way a white ring formed around his cock, how you pulsated around him as he rammed into you, he loved every second of it.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby.” He leaned over your body, pressing small kisses onto your back.

“You like being treated like a whore, yeah? Is that why you act out for me?”

Gibberish escaped you, your fragile body ready to give up from how much he abused your pussy. Jongho smacked your ass once again, this time harder than the last few that he dealt. You cried out, unsure if it was from pain or even pleasure.

He shook his head in disbelief, his movements becoming slower as he landed another smack to your ass, the red marks now turning a soft shade of purple. He wasn’t going to stop and frankly had no intention of stopping until he felt that you’ve learned your lesson.

“Look at you, so stuffed you can’t even think straight.”

Jongho angled his cock in you just right, hitting the spot that made you see stars. He threw his head back, a loud groan escaping him as he felt his tip dance inside you. He pulled your hair back, making you wince in pain as his other hand held your back down.

“Tell me you’re sorry.”

Your whimpers filled the air, still unable to make out a single word as he fucked you dumb. A loud smack rang through your ears, a sharp stinging sensation passing through your skin.

“I’m sorry! Please, I’m sorry!” you cried.

Jongho moaned at your cries, feeling high off of them as his cock twitched inside of you. He felt himself about to explode any second, but wanting to hold out in order to continue punishing you. He lifted your leg up over the bed, just enough to open you up more for him.

“Gonna cum in this pretty pussy of yours.” his nails dug into the skin on your waist. “But do you really deserve that, baby?”

You moaned in response, nodding desperately for him to end it. He noticed this, laying another smack against your bruising ass and stopping abruptly. He pulled his throbbing cock out of you, precum spilling out of your hole.

“Get into bed.”

His cold voice sent a chill up your spine as you did what you were told, unsure of what he had in mind next. He readjusted your position, sitting you in doggy and fixing his stance behind you. You were in full view to him, your abused pussy leaking with his precum and your bruised skin.

He held his cock, teasing you softly before pushing the tip back inside of you. You moaned softly, squeezing around his head. Jongho groaned in response, wincing in pleasure.

“You make it hard to punish you when all I want to do is fill you up with my cum.”

Jongho grabbed onto your ass, watching as you arched your back for him, face practically pressed into the bed. He fucked you with his tip, his other hand jerking off the length of his cock. His head moved in and out of you, small popping noises circulating the room. He smacked your ass harshly, a loud yelp leaving your mouth.

“Why must you be so bad, baby? Why can’t you just be good for me.”

He rubbed your ass softly, his thrusts soon strengthening as pressure built in his abdomen. Another loud smack rang through your ears. You begged for his forgiveness, only for it to be drowned out by his groans. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pushing your face into the mattress as he began to fuck you roughly once again.

“Fuck, fuck.” he slapped the side of your thigh, face growing red from his exhaustion. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Within seconds, his hot load spilled into you as his hands gripped your ass. He slowed his pace, riding out his orgasm while making sure nothing leaked out of you. Jongho took deep breaths as he tried to regain control of himself, look it down to meet your bruised skin.

You panted from under him, eyes closed as your legs shook from begging manhandled. Jongho pulled out of you, his tip leaking down his length. He landed one final smack to your ass, gently kissing its bruises soon after.

“See what happens when you misbehave? Look at you.”

Jongho fixed his pants up as you laid down on the bed, wincing in pain from the leftover stinging sensation on your ass. He sat next to you, massaging your sensitive skin to soothe its irritation.

“Now I’m the bad guy for leaving such marks on your pretty skin.”

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a/n: MEAN DOM JONGHO TEHEHE🤭 i should tell yall i was literally listening to zb1 while writing this.. like girl that don’t even match ?😭

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