baby got a type (yunho x reader)
synopsis: Something has been watching you from the shadows of your room for weeks- you’re sure of it now. After many sleepless nights, you finally confront this specter in a fit of courage. What occurs may just seal a fate you can’t quite grip.
incubus!yunho x fem!reader // 18+ ONLY, MINORS AWAY🫵🏻// smut, demons, oh my !
a/n: ahhhh baby’s first published fic. I wrote this right before the iyf comeback and have been debating publishing… so please let me know any thoughts!
warnings for the fun ahead: power play, demons, supernatural persuasion, thigh riding, fingering, mostly reader receiving, riding, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, brief spanking, hickies, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, inhuman abilities, reader is losing her gd mind, PLZ LET ME KNOW IF I FORGOT SMTH.
word count: 8.6k, just a lil one shot typa thing
Sleep had always been a fickle concept for me. Some nights, sleep greeted me like an old friend, our conversations smooth and easy to slip into. Others, sleep was that word you desperately sought but couldn’t put your finger on. The sheep are accounted for, songs are sung silently in my mind from start to finish, intentional breathing rhythms- all to little avail.
Once sleep does arrive, however, it is a visitor that doesn’t bother taking their shoes or coat off at the door. No, it will be leaving shortly. Every night, regardless of its start, is the same. My body naturally awakens as I check my phone only to see it’s 3:00 am. The first few nights, I didn’t think much of anything. While the Witching Hour often carried a state of uneasiness, I relished in the silence. A time when the world directly around me was asleep and still.
It was the sixth night when I noticed the first change. The fan rotated as it did every night on the highest setting as I laid snug under the heavily weighted blanket. Typically, this was my sweet spot; however, as I awoke during the night at my usual time, I found the temperature to be significantly warmer than my room was accustomed to. At first, I thought I was getting a cold, growing more susceptible to sudden sweats. I rid myself of the thick, heavy blanket, but it wasn’t enough. Changing into a tank top and ridding my sweatpants altogether does just as little.
A new feeling developed the following week: paranoia. Everyone is guilty of thinking something is in your home, but often we know better than to fear such a thing. Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. Shining the flashlight of my phone, I always felt silly to see that nothing was there. Because of course nothing was. There wouldn’t be a feasible explanation. Living alone, my bedroom door was always locked and I am a light sleeper. Surely, I would hear something in the event someone was indeed in my room. Surely.
The third week was when I first saw something. I had heard of sleep paralysis, but never witnessed it myself. I still had full control of my body, but when I saw the figure standing just out of the moonlight peaking through the curtains, I chose to not move at all. Having just woken up, I assumed it was residual pieces of a dream I was having. I blinked slowly, firmly- and the figure was gone. The figure continued its visits in this fashion for two weeks. I began waking up and immediately shining my flashlight, but of course, nothing was there.
I took melatonin. Tea to make you sleep. Zzquil, you name it. Every night, at 3:00 am, I was awake staring at this vague outline until I blinked it away.
I grew tired of its games. Whether the “it” in question was truly something corporeal or just my mind’s tricks, I had had enough of sleepless, anxiety-filled nights. On the Tuesday of the fourth week, I awoke as usual. I sat up, looking at the figure who never moved an inch.
In my irritable, exhausted state, I spoke to it, fully aware of how insane it was, “Are these theatrics going to lead somewhere eventually?”
Silence formed once more after my voice had destroyed it. A chill spread down my body as my mind spiraled. You’re not meant to provoke ghosts, spirits, demons, and so on. If you speak to it, you’re inviting it in- or at least, that’s what I’ve always been told. My chest felt tight and completely empty at the same time as I watched the figure, for the first time, move. Its head, very slowly, tilted downward at me, and it was at that moment that I seemed to grasp its height. It was tall.
Fear creeped into my skin sending goosebumps all throughout me. I blinked furiously, and to my relief, it was gone.
The entire following day, I thought about the figure. I was tired of feeling unsafe in my own apartment- in my own room. My friends told me it’s common and to see a doctor possibly. For them to tell me I’m having silly dreams and charge me hundreds of dollars? Pass.
The following night, I tried to stay awake out of fear of seeing it again. On this night, however, my body beyond fatigued from countless sleepless nights, sleep was all too friendly and familiar. I jolted upright as I awoke, the figure watching me unmoving. With a burst of courage, I swung my feet off the bed, landing into the plush carpet. I watched its head slightly turn, tracking me. As I approached, I realized this thing was over a foot taller than me. Nearing it, I could vaguely make out hair in the dark shadow, as well as a long jacket it appeared to be wearing. It appeared a human-like form, but possibly made of shadow. My mind couldn’t understand.
I stopped a few feet away as I felt an almost warning heat intensifying as I drew near, immediately feeling the perspiration setting in on my temples. My voice was quiet, rasped with a lack of energy from months of interrupted rest, “Is this going to be forever?”
The figure dipped its head down. To my shock, a clear, deeper masculine voice emanated from it, “Would you like it to be?”
My body froze, locked into place. Was it its influence or my own? I couldn’t tell. I felt myself growing more tired by the second, a dull ache hitting my head. My eyes forcing themselves closed, a numbness spreading over me.
Suddenly, I woke in my bed once more. The voice echoed in my mind nonstop. I knew the voice, I had heard it before. The accent, the tone, the bass, the slight, easy to miss nasally undertones. But now, I couldn’t place it.
It didn’t seem hostile. Weeks of watching me and that’s precisely all it did: observe. If it wanted to hurt me, it would have done so already, right?
So, the following night, I would do the same as before. When I woke, I didn’t bother checking the time. I knew it was 3:00 am, my body had its own internal clock at this point. I sat up, eyes locking immediately onto the figure who remained in its spot beside the window, in the shadows of the velvet curtains.
I inhaled deeply, willing my voice to remain strong, “Why do you watch me?”
The figure didn’t move, “Should I not?”
That voice. It tickled my brain, sitting on the tip of my tongue. I knew it. If this were a regular occurrence with a stranger, I would have outright scoffed; but here, with this currently neutral entity, I chose my words carefully.
“It’s uneasy, it makes it hard to sleep,” I started, wondering if it would evade my question or give me some semblance of logic.
Its voice hung in the air, ruminating. The way it spoke sounded nearly inhuman. Most would say “I’m learning about you” or “I’m getting to know you.” “I’m learning you” felt…odd. Intimate.
“Was it you that put me to sleep last night? Did you lock up my body?”
“Hm,” a low rumble came from the figure that seemed to shake the room, sending shivers down my spine. “I didn’t expect you to remember that. Sorry about that.”
Confirmation. This thing was outing itself as something supernatural. It possessed the ability to freeze my body and force it into unconsciousness. My mind ran with what other abilities it possibly owned. In that moment, I realized the very real danger I could be facing mere feet away.
“Why did you do that when I just want to understand?”
A low, dangerous chuckle rang from the figure, and against my better judgment and fear, I felt a wave of warmth spread down my body, “I suppose I wasn’t expecting you to approach me- not yet.”
I blinked hard, feeling my eyelids grow heavier as I rubbed them, “Why visit me? Why now? For weeks? I’ve lived here for over a year, I don’t understand.”
A silence followed and I wondered if I stepped too far, but then he responded, “I’m not something that haunts this building, if that’s what you’re implying.”
I kept my voice light, airy, so as to not sound accusatory, “Then, why are you here?”
“You think about me a lot, it’s difficult to ignore.”
His words crawled up my legs, through my torso, into my chest. My body broke into a cold sweat, my palms growing slightly clammy despite the growing temperature of the room. Goosebumps erected all over my arms and legs, and suddenly, I recognized his voice.
“Can you step into the light? Please,” I spoke softly, my eyes widened. My heart was thumping against my chest wildly, my stomach swirling. It couldn’t be.
With a soft step forward, I watched the moonlight bathe his soft, tan skin in a haunting glow. He wore a long, luxurious coat that undoubtedly swept the floor around his shoes. Swirls of black and red designs framed the black dress shirt he wore underneath that tucked neatly into black dress pants. His full lips were reddened, as if he had bitten them and they were showing their agitation. Familiar warm, brown eyes looked into my own underneath his parted, perfectly messy black hair.
My mouth was open slightly and I had to manually close it, wetting my dry lips momentarily as I stared in awe. Words pawed at my lips, but I denied each one freedom.
Exhaling lightly from his nose in a small laugh, he smiled softly, “Not so scary, hm?”
His eyes remained on mine, clearly waiting for a reaction of any sort. His stare made that warmth emanate again, a pulse. My stomach was swirling with nerves as I tried to make sense of how this man was standing at the foot of my bed. The heat radiating off of him grew stronger as I felt my legs growing uncomfortably warm under the weight of my bedding.
I cleared my throat, “I’m dreaming, aren’t I? All this time, this was an odd, repeating, continual dream?”
“Oh, I’m sure,” a mischievous grin danced across his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he nodded.
After silence surrounded the room again for a few seconds, he took a few smooth steps now, the moonlight reflecting beautifully along his neck and chest. Here, in the dead of night, he seemed a lunar prince, something of fairytales. Despite his teasing, this had to be a dream, because there was no practical explanation for how or why he would be here.
As he leaned forward, his hands resting on the footboard of the bed, I became increasingly insecure in the fact that he was dressed so regally, while I wore nothing but underwear and a baggy, old work shirt. I pulled the covers more snugly over my lap, but froze when he reached his hand out, gently placing it on my covered calf. It felt as though I stuck my foot into a readied oven, the heat immense.
“You don’t need to do that, there’s no shame between us,” he whispered, caressing my shin as he retracted his hand to the bed frame. Breath ceased to enter or exit my body, his touch electrifying, even through the thick material, as I felt that intense warmth sweep over my legs. “You know me, right?”
I nodded, but he continued staring, his head tilting slightly now as if to challenge that I did know him. My skin heated, forcing my mouth to find the right shapes, “Yunho.”
That captivating, warm smile I had seen so many times on screens, on albums, now shone brightly just feet away, “And I know you.”
My fingers began to play with the blanket to cope with the immense pressure I was beginning to feel in my lower stomach, that warmth turning into something much more dangerous. Nerves swallowed me whole, “You do?”
I swallowed hard, the feeling seemingly growing more intense by the moment, and he seemed to know it. My legs unconsciously tightened together, and his gaze followed their movement, his lips curling into a cocky smirk.
“I’ve been learning you, beautiful. Your likes, your dislikes, your muses, your thoughts,” he paused, his eyes flicking up to mine again, and for a moment, I swear a red gleam shined in his eyes, “your fantasies.”
Despite still standing at the foot of my bed, I felt his words on my neck, his breath hot. It felt so real, but I reminded myself this had to be a dream. Even still, I could not deny the uncomfortable slick I felt running down my thigh. This was unlike me. I had never been so worked up to this extent, let alone without someone touching me. Something was undeniably supernatural about his presence and it was affecting me, deeply.
I attempted to come back to reality, ignoring the pool in my underwear, “You’ve learned that from watching me sleep for a few minutes every night?”
That laugh again, it seemed to echo over the room. Its source, though right in front of me, felt as if he were in every corner, down the hall, right beside me, a whisper against my ear, “You wake only when I allow you to feel my presence.”
Though I tried to remain calm, he seemed amused by the expression that took my face. How long had he been watching me?
“Does that scare you, dear?” His voice sounded full of concern, but the smirk on his lips showed his true emotion. “That I’ve observed you silently for months?”
Months? The idea of him, Yunho, watching me for so long filled me with questions, fear, worry…need, and yet, my eyes never left his, “All because you hear my thoughts about you?”
His eyes trailed down my covered body, eventually landing on his hands which tightened around the footboard, the veins bulging, “And they’ve caught my attention. You have caught my attention.”
His eyes lifted to mine as we locked eyes in silence. In the darkness of the room with only the moonlight, it was difficult to read his eyes, but they looked almost frightening. This was a look on Yunho I had only seen a handful of times when performing an intense song or acting, but it was of course exaggerated. Now…now it looked as if I were a meal to him. And due to the overwhelming, sudden lust that was overtaking every fiber of me, I was perfectly content with that very real possibility.
“Can you hear my thoughts right now, too?” I asked, trying to sneakily squeeze my legs together for any semblance of relief. Fruitless of course, and his eyes immediately narrowed in on my covered thighs. The wood creaked underneath his hands as his grip tightened.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman, restrain myself,” it sounded as though he were speaking through gritted teeth. “But you’re loud, baby.”
My entire body tensed. The power and effect he was having over my body was involuntary, however my thoughts matched every heartbeat, every pulse below, and every shiver.
“I hear your need, your desire,” he was breathing hard, and I realized then, our breathing was synced. As my pulse quickened with this abrupt lust and fear, his chest fell and rose faster. He took a rasped, broken breath, “Tell me you want my help, and I’ll give it you.”
If our shared lust wasn’t so deafening, I may have questioned what this would mean. If this were a dream, this was the first time I was ever in control of my actions. But maybe I wasn’t? Maybe this was all his effect over me. No. My thoughts were clear, my body shouting at me. I needed him.
“I need your help,” I breathed, and as I said those words, I couldn’t help but feel as if I had sealed my fate in some cosmic way.
Not a second later, my bed weighed down as he lowered his knee to the mattress over the footboard. Crawling up my body, he slid his leg between mine as he opened my thighs. His hands pressed into the mattress on either side of me as he hovered, his face just in front of mine now as I still sat up.
Holy shit. I looked up into his eyes, my own scanning his face. It was really him. Not a trick of the absence of light. From the small moles under his eye to the rich chocolate color of his eyes, it was him. The heat was intimidating, sweat beginning to line my temples and neck immediately as my body adjusted to the sudden temperature increase.
His big brown eyes narrowed with lust, his pupils dilated as his gaze consumed me under heavy eyelids. Despite his eyes, he smiled softly, “Touch me.”
My chest was rising and falling violently, and I watched as his did the exact same. I raised my hand slowly, hovering just beside his cheek. His eyes were on mine again, tempting me further, pulling me deeper into this painful lust with him. Finally, my hand landed gently on his cheek, and it felt scalding hot. Almost like when you accidentally touch the toaster before it’s cooled off. Reflexively, I jerked my hand away, but he chased it, pressing his cheek into it once more. Involuntarily I hissed in pain, his eyes carefully tracking my reaction. It hurt, but my body seemed to adapt quickly to it. In fact, the feeling became addictive. I found myself desperately wanting to feel him, this burn, all over my body, but instead, I looked into his eyes, unsure.
“Let go, baby,” he whispered. “Your fantasy, I hear it. It’s beautiful. Sit in it.”
From his words alone, my pussy pulsed again. A chill spread throughout my body that could only be subdued by his heat. My other hand found the side of his neck, the sting of his heat deliciously painful. His lips were centimeters away, his gaze looking down at me expectantly, unmoving.
“This is crazy,” I breathed. His eyebrows rose, almost as a challenge, a playful smirk appearing before me. I took it. Pulling him to me, his lips landed on mine and I felt the fire. It burned against my lips and melted into longing, carnal lust. All resistance snapped. My hands moved into his hair, pulled slightly as our lips moved messily and quickly against each other. I yelped as he bit down into my lip, sucking it softly into his mouth before teasing my tongue with his. My mind was falling apart in his hands, and I didn’t do a thing to stop it.
Growing used to his heat, I hardly flinched when his hands grazed my sides as he threw the blanket off of me. His hands scooped under my shirt and landed on my bare waist. I couldn’t help the moan that left my lips and rumbled against his at the feeling of his hands on my bare body. His hands glided higher, enveloping my tits as he began to thumb over my nipples, my head feeling dizzy. I needed more.
Hearing my thoughts, he leaned back for only a moment, his hands grabbed my thighs and pulling me down, forcing me to lay all the way down. The moment my head hit the pillow, his lips were suddenly on mine again with supernatural speed. As I reached up to hold him, I realized his jacket was gone, discarded by some means I didn’t have the mind to comprehend. His leg was between mine again as he nudged his thigh against my heat, his mouth landing on mine, stifling my pathetic whimper at his contact.
Against my lips, that haunting chuckle rumbled as he nudged me again, “Go on, use it. I know you want to.”
A wave a brief embarrassment rippled through me, but he immediately silenced it with his mouth on my neck. He began leaving sloppy, fiery kisses along my neck as his leg remained planted between mine.
Reason and reality were things of the past. All I could see was him. All I could feel was him.
Angling my hips and shifting down, I grinded down on his thigh, the muscle firm and unwavering. With only my thin underwear as a barrier, my swollen clit finally caught some relief, but it only made my need more intense. At the contact, I couldn’t contain the moan that rang into the room. Beneath it, I heard a deep grunt from Yunho as well, clearly enjoying the idea of me using his thigh for my pleasure. I continued my movement, the tight feeling in my lower stomach growing more and more tense, and both Yunho and I seemed to get louder and louder. It was as if he was sharing my sensitivity…and I wondered in my haze if maybe he was.
The sensation began to feel overwhelming, and I could tell he was aware. He latched onto the space between my neck and collarbone and began sucking aggressively, his teeth sinking slightly into the delicate flesh. His thigh began moving against my grinding, adding friction and intensity.
It hit me all at once. I came hard onto him, soaking my underwear and no doubt his dress pants as well. My eyes shut tight, I focused on the explosive feelings in my stomach, waiting for it to die off and feel a little more level-headed, but only half of that came to be. As I came down, I felt that my need for Yunho hadn’t lessened in the slightest. In fact, I needed him more. More of him. All of him. Meeting my gaze when I opened my eyes was his knowing, smirking face. Trailing down his arms, I watched him roll up one of his sleeves, his fingers rubbing the wet spot on his dress pants mindlessly. His chest heaved with mine, his eyes dark.
Taking his lip between his teeth, he spoke lowly between his breaths, “Need more, don’t you?”
Desperately. It felt as if I might die if not satiated right here and now with this man. I began to question how anyone or I ever got myself off before. He felt like an integral piece of me, like my desire incarnate. My need was growing, my eyes tearing as I looked over him, nodding pathetically.
“Tell me,” he mused, his hand coming to cup my face seemingly sweetly, until his thumb swept over my bottom lip. The soft pad of his fingertip swept over my bottom teeth before dipping further. Without any consideration, I sucked lightly on it and he grunted through his words. “What do you want, gorgeous?”
Retracting his thumb, he began unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly, but stopped, his eyes on me, waiting for a response.
“I thought you’ve seen it all, my desires,” I whispered, curious to how he would react to a gentle jab.
He smiled for a moment, before dropping it, meeting my eye as he found the last few buttons, “Yes, but I want to hear you ask for it.”
His shirt fell around him as a tear finally dropped from my eye. I didn’t know who I was. I was so full of blind desire, my need to be engulfed by him, taken by him, that I was driven to desperation. His skin was so smooth, little moles here and there littered his skin leaving abstract constellations in their wake.
His hand returned to my chin, lifting it back to his eyes, “Ask for it, beautiful.”
Though his demeanor was still dark, his words were soft. Only this man could make me feel this insane sense of danger and safety in equal parts.
“Please, just take it all. All of me, please,” the words poured out of me, sounding completely desperate. Because I was.
He smiled, “I will have all of you, don’t worry. But I know you’re thinking of something. I need to hear you say it.”
A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but once again, he sensed it. His hand flew to mine, dragging me to sit up with him as he led it to his dick, painfully hard underneath his pants. A sob nearly freed itself from my throat, but I swallowed it. If he felt this good over his pants and only with my hand, I didn’t know how I would take all of him.
“I want you, too. There is no shame between us, like I said,” he groaned, using my hand to stroke his covered dick before throwing it away, knocking me on my back again as he clearly restrained himself. “Now, say it.” He crawled over me, completely encompassing my body with his broad form. Caging me.
Forced to look at him, I broke, “I need your hands all over me. I need that burn. I need your fingers, please.”
That cocky smile returned to his face as his hand caressed down my body, trailing right to my already drenched underwear.
“Should I be gentle?” he teased.
I shook my head, resulting in another low laugh from him, “I need the pain. I need to be full of you.” My own words surprised me, my tone unrecognizable even to myself, but I meant everything I said.
Hooking his finger into my waistband, he flung my underwear down my legs as they fell out of view. His opposite hand planted on my waist, rubbing firm circles that felt greater than skin-deep. His fingers wasted no time. It was as if he knew my body already, as if we had done this countless times. With startling accuracy, his fingers immediately found my dripping hole, and he plunged two of them inside of me. His long, slender fingers stretched me out, his fingers curling and tapping my g-spot. I cried out, the feeling excruciatingly pleasurable. My hands flew to his back, pulling his body to mine. His soft, smoldering skin was wrecked under my sharp nails as he moaned against my mouth, relishing the pain.
Moans left my mouth endlessly, his name rolling out of me without control. His fingers kept a pace that left my brain thoughtless, my eyes squinting shut from the pain-filled pleasure as I felt tears falling freely now. I needed more of him, his skin on mine.
At the thought, he suddenly leaned up, biting the collar of my shirt while his free hand tore it. The shirt messily ripped in half, the sides falling to the bed as he closed in again, his torso flush with mine. It burned so fucking good. This feeling was intoxicating, mind numbing. My legs wrapped around his waist, needing more. My legs shook as he continued his pace, his heat enveloping them. The shifted angle allowed him to finger me even deeper, sobs leaving my mouth without warning. He was destroying me, words were struggling to form in my mouth- the only word I could manage was his name. The sound of his fingers sliding in and out of my drenched pussy echoed around the room, his grunts and my moans following each one. My hip ached where he still held me with an iron grip, but I savored the bruising that was sure to appear later. My mind was foggy, my lower stomach both tight and tingly from his fingers curling into me over and over.
“Yunho,” I choked out, his eyes darting to mine with a primal, dark gaze. “I’m close again, fuck-“
Without warning, I felt a third finger slide in as his thumb found my clit, rubbing softly at the sensitive bundle of nerves. I bit down hard on my lip, barely catching a scream from erupting out of me. This pleasure was incomparable to anything I had ever felt. The burning heat from his body, his curled fingers thrusting in and out of me, his hand fusing with my hip, his gaze dark and adoring, his grunts in perfect harmony with my whimpers, it was unnatural. His fingers shoved deep into me where they stopped as he pulsed them, rubbing my g-spot torturously. My legs tightened around his waist as he closed in, swallowing my obscene moans as I came undone around his fingers. This time, I saw stars. My entire body shook as I clung to him. Feeling my walls clench sporadically around his still pulsing fingers numbed my senses. I lost feeling to every part of me, aside from my core which throbbed now as I came back down. His fingers were still inside me, his lips still on mine as he kissed me slow and passionate. He pulled back, looking down at me with a soft smile.
His voice was gentle, “How do you feel?”
I took a moment to really listen to my body. I ached. My pussy still throbbed around his fingers, my hips bruised from his grip, my lower stomach sore from where his fingers reached, my mind completely befuddled. Still, all I could think about was him inside of me.
I looked down his body, watching his chest rise and fall with mine, my eyes drifting to his dick hardened beneath the restrictive dress pants.
“You’ve given me so much,” I sighed, subconsciously biting my lip as I looked over his face and body, utterly perfect. “You deserve to feel the same way.”
His fingers finally pulled out of me, leaving me with a painfully empty feeling. A silent gasp took me as I watched him suck off his own fingers, tasting my slick. As he looked to me again, his eyes flashed that same deep red color from before. This should scare me, but it only made my cunt shudder with need. What was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I afraid? I didn’t care. Not really. Not right now. Right now, I needed him.
“I said I would help you and I did. But, it seems it’s not enough, is it?” His voice teased me, his smirk driving me mad. His eyes scanned down my now completely nude body, as if he were communicating with it on a level I couldn’t understand. “You need my dick, don’t you, sweetheart? Say it.”
In the past ten minutes, I had already came twice as a result of him. This has never happened to me. Ever. My body was exhausted, my mind still partially reeling, and still, my desire for him, for all of him, was at its peak.
Staring into his blown out eyes that likely resembled my own, I tilted my head down to look at him through my lashes, showing my obedience, my willingness to submit to whatever he would give me.
“You’re making a mess of me. I don’t know what’s happening to me, what you’re doing- but I need all of you.” I reached for him, my hands gliding down his arms to his back, his waist as he tilted his head back in pleasure, his eyes not leaving mine, “I need your dick.”
The room was silent for a moment before he took a deep inhale through his nose, leaning his head down to be level with mine, “Are you sure you want this?”
There was a softness to his gaze, his eyes looking back and forth between my own, reading me. Somehow, after everything we had just gone through together, this question, this need for clear consent, felt heavy. Intense. Altering. As if the chance for returning back to normalcy was fleeting.
“Yes. Yunho, I need you.”
Without hesitation, he pushed me back to the bed as he followed me down, chasing my lips. I could hardly keep up with his kiss, his teeth nipping at my lips, his tongue dominating mine. My hands caressed down his torso, feeling every ridge and curve, before arriving at his belt buckle. With ease, I undid his belt before taking to the button that held his dick back from me. My fingers fiddled with it, but I was growing impatient as I struggled. Feeling my difficulty, Yunho laughed against my lips, but it wasn’t the dark one from before. It was the laugh I had heard countless times before. Genuine. Goofy. Innocent. Realizing the moment for the silliness it truly was, I couldn’t help but giggle against him.
Oddly, that moment felt more intimate than anything else that night.
One of his large hands slid over mine, easily undoing the button and sliding the zipper down. Seamlessly and without separating our lips, he slid both pants and underwear down his legs. Needing to see him, I turned to the side as he began kissing down my neck again. My eyes widened at the sight of all of him, completely perfect. Every detail sculpted and refined by the gods. He had remained fully hard the entire time he had his way with me, and I craved him.
“Need to see you,” I muttered. “All of you.”
He finally allowed his lips to part from me, leaning back so he sat on his knees now in front of me. I sat up on my elbows, in absolute awe. His dark hair sat messily over his forehead, slightly sweaty in some areas that clung perfectly to his skin. Droplets of sweat lined his neck and chest which heaved in tandem with mine still. His dick sat erect, as if it were awaiting my attention. The moonlight was his spotlight, highlighting his beauty.
“Yunho,” I breathed, struggling to find words. “You’re so beautiful. So angelic.”
His lip twitched slightly before smiling, his gaze intense on me, “There are things more beautiful than angels.”
He leaned forward, gently kissing my lips once more and I melted into his hands. His tender, soft nature was still there, but this was like another side to him entirely. No one could see this coming.
Myself included, as suddenly, he gripped my thighs, pulling me flush against him. As my back hit the bed and I was dragged to him, his dick pressed against my slick pussy. I had wanted to do something for only him. Blow him, jerk him off, anything he would let me, anything he wanted. But it became apparent to me, as I reached for his dick and he enveloped both my hands in one before pinning them over my head, that I was the focus tonight.
I couldn’t help the whine mixed with a moan that escaped my mouth, “I want to touch you, too.”
His voice was hoarse and low, “I’m helping you, remember? We agreed.”
With his free hand, he ran his fingers through my folds as I squirmed beneath him, “Still soaked, still so sensitive. Are you ready for me?”
I nodded my head, my heart pounding, “Yes, take it all.”
Swiftly, his hand moved from my heat to my ankle, carrying it to his shoulder as I wrapped my other leg around his waist. I watched him take himself in his hand, guiding himself to me. His eyes locked onto mine, narrow and dark. As his head buried inside of me, he groaned low, tensing his jaw as he pushed all the way into me, his head immediately hitting my most sensitive area. My lips remained pressed together, but the whimper was very audible if just strained. My mind was blank, buzzing. All I could focus on was how full I immediately felt, my legs immediately shaking from his size. My arms still pinned over my head, I realized how vulnerable I truly was. This man I had fawned over for, but never truly knew, was balls deep inside me with one hand keeping me restrained while the other firmly held my ankle in place on his broad shoulder. He could do anything to me right now and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. And I reveled in that fact.
“I can’t hold back, love,” he whispered, placing a kiss to my shin before looking back down to me. “Are you okay?”
I knew he could get into my head and learn everything I thought and felt. He’d proved that point. But the fact that he needed a verbal confirmation from me gave me butterflies. Butterflies at a time like this. I had never felt so full and stretched. I swear his tip was nudging my stomach. It burned, that fiery, addictive heat.
I nodded too quickly, my mind a furnace powered by lust and desire alone. My next words rumbled out of me, feeling foreign in my mouth, yet I agreed with the sentiment, “Ruin me.”
With confirmation and encouragement, his hips immediately rolled fluidly into mine, his dick retreating for moments before slamming into me again. My body jolted as he picked up the pace steadily, his hips snapping into mine as he seemed to reach further and further in me. Never would I have known I could run so deep until he was there to fill me. My body reacted involuntarily, my eyes squeezed shut, my legs shaking uncontrollably with every merciless thrust. He steadied my ankle on his shoulder, his grip tight and dominating, not allowing it to drop from him. Cusses were falling in waves out of my mouth, his name mixed in between them. His eyes trailed from my face down my body, watching my tits bounce with every thrust he gave me. The sight seemed to rile him further as his pace somehow quickened even more so. Startlingly, the impact and power into every thrust did not lessen with his increase in speed. It only grew.
“Touch me,” he muttered as he released my wrists, trailing his hand down my body, “while you have the sense.”
I should have been wary of what he had meant, but his body and energy warped my perception. I reached for him, sliding my hands up his torso, raking my nails across him as he groaned. His name came out in a sob as he squeezed my tit before lowering his hand and pressed down on my lower stomach where I felt him slamming into me.
I felt my third orgasm of the night building deep within me. I had never cum from penetration alone, and I felt a wave of anxiety briefly wash over me before his voice interrupted.
“You’re taking me so well, gorgeous,” his voice was slightly hoarse, but he hardly sounded out of breath. “Let me feel you cum on my dick, go on.”
As if his words were a command, I felt that deep building ache release into pure euphoria. My legs shook violently, my nails digging into his back, my head dizzy. He did not stop. Whimpers flew out of me, cries, but somehow I didn’t want him to stop. He fucked me through my orgasm, unrelenting, and as my glazed, half-lidded eyes met his, I was met with his deep crimson ones narrowed, a smirk on his face.
I nearly screamed his name, reaching for his face. I need his lips, his warmth. His heat to ground me.
His hand guided my leg around his waist as he leaned down to me, his body flush against mine as he caged me. His kiss was deep, slow, almost passion-filled, a stark contrast to his rough pace. He swallowed my rasped breaths and moans, his tongue working over mine. His kiss trailed down my jaw and onto my neck, forcing me to turn away from him. As I opened my eyes, I caught a glimpse of our shadows against the wall in the moonlight. Now- it could have been from my lust-filled haze. It could have been due to the fact that I was being thrashed back and forth with each thrust. It could have been a simple trick of the light. But I swear I saw the unmistakable outline of large, jagged wings sprouting from his back and surrounding our bodies. I trailed my hands up his back as if to prove to myself that nothing was there, his smooth skin igniting my touch. I slid them up the base of his neck, through his hair, and landed on his cheeks, pulling him back to my face. His eyes only that deep ruby flare now and I found myself deeply entranced.
I hadn’t fully come down when I started to feel myself building again. My body was exhausted. It felt as if he were ripping me in half, but there was something deeply addictive and intoxicating to the burn. Never did his pace waver, only his low chuckle ringing in my ears as I know he felt how worked up I still was. I kissed him again, my hands tangling messily into his hair. I couldn’t get enough of him. It was nearly embarrassing. I felt both of our breathing picking up rapidly with every bite and thrust.
“Still not enough for you, is it?” He spoke gravelly against my lips.
“More, please-,” I whispered, my throat raw from moaning and nearly screaming his name. “I need more.”
His eyebrow raised, his tongue in his cheek, “Then take it. Show me how badly you need it.”
It was as if I was suddenly possessed by something carnal, something primal. With my hands on his chest, I pushed him as he allowed himself to fall onto his back, his dick sliding out of me and onto his stomach. Unconsciously, I wiped the corner of my mouth of the drool that quickly accumulated as I noticed how much larger he had grown. Hungrily, I straddled his lap, taking his dick into my hand. He felt painfully hard, and yet a sly smirk remained on his face as he watched me as if he was proud. Proud of this animal he had quickly made of me. I watched him run his hand through his perfectly messy hair and tried to catch him off guard as I stroked him with my own slick that coated him still. Dropping his elbow, his head hit the bed as his hand lowered over his face, concealing his eyes but his smile was on full display. Creating a crescendoing tempo, I continued pumping him and found myself sharing his pleasure. Every stroke had my own legs shaking along his sides, every twitch of his cock echoed the pulsing of my cunt, our moans tangling together in the thick fog of our heat. My body responded to his, a conversation of lust and need. I wanted to tease him as he had done to me, coax him for longer before riding him as I so desperately wanted to- but I lacked the strength.
With an unsolicited whimper and strained expletive from me, I lifted my hips and slid him back inside of me. My hand flew to just above my navel where I felt him, pressing slightly almost to prove to myself that was truly where he was hitting. I felt frozen, impaled on him as whimpers left my throat. His hands flew to my hips as he groaned before chuckling once more and taking his own bottom lip between his teeth. His brows scrunched together momentarily deliciously and I delighted in this perspective of him. His gorgeous skin on full display, every mole along his neck and chest which raised and fell once again with mine. If I could pause time, I would. Bask in this moment of intimacy, admire him. But every fiber of me screamed at me to move. My body yearned to feel him for days after this encounter.
I raised my hips but he didn’t let me get far. He had to show me he was still in charge, that this was his doing. Yunho’s hands tightened on my hips and slammed me back down onto him while he simultaneously pushed his hips into mine, forcing me to feel him incomprehensibly deeply. I couldn’t help the brief yelp that escaped me, the shock taking my body. I tried to raise my hips again, but in the same fashion he slammed me back down. Again. Again. Again. I looked down at my own body as my hands and nails found his broad shoulders, half expecting to see where his dick was hitting me. I watched his dick appear and disappear over and over again into me, my eyes fanning over his body to his face. His ruby eyes watched me carefully, occasionally squinting shut out of pleasure, an open-mouthed smirk across his lips, “You’ve done so well, baby.”
Every thrust felt as though it would send me straight over the edge, my legs shaking from pleasure and my arms shaking from the sheer power he was putting into me as I struggled to keep myself up.
“Yunho,” I rasped, my eyes tearing, “you feel incredible. I needed you, I needed this.”
“I know. Come here, give in. Let me take you,” his bassy tone flooded my senses. I couldn’t reject his offer. I allowed my body to fall forward against his, his lips capturing my own as he increased his rough pace into me. My arms snaked under his neck as he kissed me with almost aggression. As if he were chasing something he couldn’t pin down.
“I’m yours, Yunho,” I assured against him. “All of me.”
A sound that could only be described as a primal growl erupted from him, vibrating against my mouth, “Then you’re mine.”
Suddenly, he lifted me from my hips and turned me away from him on my knees. His dick left me aching for only mere seconds before he was thrusting into me at an unforgiving pace. My body slumped immediately from his strength, my cheek pressed into the bed. His hands wandered from my back, waist, hips, and ass as he felt me up, squeezing and pinching as he went. My breath was raggedly heaving out of me, unflattering whines leaving me as he split me open, but little regard remained for myself. Somehow, my orgasm was building rapidly with this new angle, and I felt him wrap his arm underneath me and push in on my lower stomach. A grunt left him as he leaned down, whispering in my ear, “Feel.”
I put my hand where his was and he placed his over mine, pushing our hands down where I felt his dick hitting me inside over and over. The feeling was overwhelming. Painful. All encompassing. Fiery. Necessary. Delicious. Whimpers flew out of me, as I turned my head to see him in the corner of my eyes. His head was thrown back, biting his lip again before a smile spread across him, tilting down as if he knew I was watching him, “Can you take me when I finish, my love?”
Fuck. That was thought and both groaned as he laughed at my pathetic response. I nodded still, “Please, yes.”
“Good girl,” he rasped, his hand suddenly striking my ass harshly before rubbing it soothingly. My low moan tangled into sobs as his pace quickened. His dick felt as though it was somehow growing inside of me, reaching areas never touched before. I was full of him, and I feared I would never be the same without him. His hand over mine trickled down to my clit with expert precision as he used my slick to rub circles.
“You have another one for me, I feel it,” he rasped. “I’m close too, jagiya.”
My heart skipped a beat at the strangely sweet pet name as he ravaged me.
“You’ve done so well letting me take you in so many ways. You’ve been so good for me,” he continued. “Let me feel you soak me again, push me over, baby.”
His words were a command over my body. I screamed as I felt myself fully crumble beneath him as my vision went fuzzy and my legs convulsed around him. My entire body felt simultaneously freezing cold and scalding hot as my orgasm tore through me. My legs desperately wanted to close, to stifle this intensity that ate me up. But he would not allow it. Yunho’s pace only increased, using me to chase his own desire. I heard a pop of his lips as he licked the slick off of his fingers before gripping my hips once more, his long fingers wrapped around the bend of my body. My body was exhausted, bruised, spent. And yet, I couldn’t ignore his beauty as my vision refocused. His hair flopped around but always landed perfectly as he thrusted, his eyes scrunched shut in pleasure, his mouth slightly open where he began to pant harder.
Then I felt it. His hot seed released deep within me as his hips shook against my ass, his thrusts slowing. His head hit the back of my shoulder as he panted, unmoving as his breathing began to stabilize. Instinctually, I turned to him, kissing his forehead gently where I could reach him. His arms wrapped around my chest and shoulders in a back hug as he held me to him. A comfortable silence filled the room as he remained deep inside of me. His voice rumbled beside my ear, “Are you okay?”
Laughing, I replied, “I think my body is absolutely exhausted, but I’m great.”
He laughed with me, placing a fiery kiss on my shoulder, “You’re beautiful. I’m honored you trusted me tonight and gave me such a gift.”
Slowly, he pulled out of me. I ached everywhere, but especially there. I winced slightly and he noticed, “Sorry, jagiya. Let me help you.”
Rising to his feet, he swept me off the bed and princess-style carried me to the restroom. There he took his time wetting a rag with warm water and holding it to my sore, throbbing core. He knelt before me, his eyes looking lovingly in mine. Their familiar deep brown hue had returned.
A single thought rang through my head as I finally felt myself relax and think rationally once more: was this really Yunho? Or did it just look like Yunho?
My skin erupted in goosebumps as his voice entered my mind, low and bassy, “Would you believe me either way?”
I shot up, the sun shining through my windows blinding me temporarily. I grabbed my phone in a panic, looking for the time. My suspicion confirmed: I was late for work.
As I jumped out of bed, grabbing my clothes and heading to the bathroom, I couldn’t help but loop my dream from last night. I had never lucid-dreamed before, but it felt so real. Every word, every thought, every touch. Whipping my shirt off, I realized something odd. I distinctly remembered wearing my old camp work shirt last night to bed, but now, I held an ATEEZ band tee. Despite my need to rush, I was frozen. A chill spread over my body as I looked into the mirror.
Dark, oddly healed looking burn marks in the shape of lips littered over my body, leaving a clear trail from my neck to my waist. I ran my finger over some of them, feeling the scar tissue. No pain. Without full awareness, my feet carried me back to my bedroom, looking at the spot the figure usually stood. One thought looped in my head over and over, my breath shaking as I came to terms with what this meant.
