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A/N: just a little fun drabble I drafted recently! also contains cum swallowing and if you squint…public sex. I couldn’t stop thinking dirty thoughts of yunho in this suit from the BAD mv and well…yeah lol, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed! also i’m playing around with my layouts.

Another day. Another lesson.

“Open wider.”

His voice was low, and edged with quiet authority. Without hesitation, you obeyed, parting your lips further around his thick length.

Yunho drove his hips forward, forcing his cock to the back of your throat. One large hand tangled in your ponytail, winding the strands around his fist until your scalp stung.

He paid no mind to the way you gagged noisily, or the hot tears gathering along your lash line.

“Breathe out your nose, slut,” he growled through clenched teeth.

Your hands, bound tightly behind your back with a pink ribbon, squirmed against the restraints. Every instinct screamed at you to push him away as you choked, saliva spilling down your chin.

He pulled out of your mouth and seized your face in a rough grip.

Fuck.

He was mad.

“Are you dumb?”

You shook your head, blinking rapidly as you fought to clear your watering vision.

“Then listen. Flatten your tongue and breathe through your nose.”

This was hard. Yunho was…big. Bigger than anyone you’d taken before. The taste of him alone left you pathetically wet and distracted, your thoughts dissolving each time he pushed deeper. Focusing felt impossible.

But you didn’t want to give up.

Yunho caught his lower lip between his teeth as he slowly dragged himself across your swollen lips, coating his shaft with the saliva you’d left behind.

“You want to try another day?”

“No.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, clearly amused by your stubbornness.

“Well, I’m not going easy on you, beautiful. Ready?”

Swallowing hard, you ignored the persistent ache pooling low in your body and gave a hesitant nod. Your lips parted to welcome him again, your tongue gliding over him as he eased himself deeper.

“Fuck… yeah, baby. That’s it.”

A ragged breath escaped him, his brows knitting together as he settled into a steady rhythm. Soft, breathy sounds slipped past his lips with every measured movement, and you glanced up just in time to catch his eyes fluttering shut.

“What a good girl…”

Another groan slipped free as he worked his way further, the fat tip brushing against your tonsils. Pleasure softened his expression, his lips parting as his head tipped back.

Each slow thrust drew another involuntary jerk from your body. Your eyes rolled back as you fought your gag reflex, nostrils flaring while you forced yourself to breathe through your nose.

You pressed your tongue against the underside of him, your puffy lips sliding across his salty, heated flesh with each stroke as his pace gradually quickened.

“Yes, fuck…just like that. Goddamn, your mouth feels amazing.”

The slick sounds between you and his raspy groans filled the room.

By the way his thighs trembled and his cock throbbed, you knew he was close. His glittering eyes locked onto yours, silently mouthing your name like a prayer as he gave your ponytail another firm tug.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum…”

Yunho’s hips faltered, a broken gasp catching in his chest as he dragged his spit-slicked length with the same relentless pace along your tongue, savoring every second.

“Keep being a good girl for me… and swallow all of it.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You couldn’t fuck this up.

Clasping your hands together, you braced yourself, a muffled moan vibrating in your throat as you accepted him willingly. His abdomen tightened beneath taut skin, every muscle straining with the effort to hold himself together.

“Coming… I’m comi—Fuck!”

His release crashed over him with one powerful thrust. Yunho’s whole body tensed, growling fiercely from his stomach as the tangy warm seed exploded down your throat, viscous spurts coating your taste buds as he pumped in calculated strokes.

Yunho’s entire body went rigid, a fierce groan rumbling up from deep in his chest as he continued moving with deliberate control.

You swallowed it all without failure, earning a pleased hum from him. You breathed carefully as he remained close, his weight resting against your lips while you composed yourself.

“Holy shit… holy fuck…” Yunho let out a breathless laugh, his gaze lingering on your flushed face.

He brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his white lace glove before easing back.

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Pride flooded you.

Your mouth continued its work absentmindedly, sucking and licking his delicious meat, milking every last drop hungrily, unwilling to let any go to waste.

Yunho, shaking slightly, slipped himself free from the clutches of your lips with a loud pop before dropping onto the ottoman behind him.

“Okay, untie me. We should get back before the wedding starts.”

“Babe…” You stared at him. “The wedding started like twenty minutes ago.”

“What?!”

The realization hit him all at once, and you threw your head back with a groan of frustration. How had the two of you managed this? Yunho was usually the one pushing your limits in public, but you were normally the voice of reason.

Somehow, today of all days, he’d managed to get under your skin.

“Your friend is going to be pissed! He’s missing a groomsman.”

“Oh well.” Yunho shrugged, infuriatingly unconcerned. “He’ll see me at the reception.”

Panic flashed across your face as you struggled against the knot he’d tied.

You rolled your eyes, a laugh escaping despite yourself.

“I’ll let him know I was teaching you a very valuable lesson.”

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A/N: just wrote this cause I kept thinking about about their cock sizes and how they’re both big, but yunho is definitely bigger so it’s harder for mingi to take all of him in his mouth. it turns mingi on but frustrates him at the same time. plus I needed to post something just to dip my toe back into the writing pool so did this real quick, enjoy ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊

The house was still. Only the low burble of the automatic coffee machine filled the quiet, a soft hum that grounded Mingi in the rhythm of morning. He yawned, rubbed at his eyes, and stretched. His muscles ached from sleep, his throat dry from breathing through his mouth. He padded barefoot down the hallway, making his way to the kitchen.

He sat two mugs on the counter — one for him, one for Yunho.

He poured the first cup, black and fragrant, then carried it back toward the bedroom. He wasn’t in a rush. He just wanted to see him again. Yunho always slept deeply, limbs everywhere, mouth slack and soft. Mingi loved him most like that — unguarded, peaceful.

But when he pushed the door open, the coffee nearly slipped from his fingers.

Yunho had kicked the sheets off in his sleep — as usual — but this time, he was on his back, one arm tossed over his head, chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths. His legs were slightly parted. And nestled against his thigh, bold and obscene, was his cock — hard. Thick. Leaking. Pressed along the skin like it belonged there.

Mingi stopped in the doorway, breath catching. Heat flushed over him fast and sharp. His mouth watered.

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes locked on the sight.

He knew he shouldn’t. Yunho was still asleep, unaware. But Mingi couldn’t look away. That gorgeous length, the twitch of it against Yunho’s thigh, the soft sound of his snoring in the background — it was too much.

He set the mug down. Quiet. Careful.

Then sank to his knees at the edge of the bed.

His hands shook just a little as he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly along the base. Yunho didn’t stir — just shifted slightly, letting out a low breath through his nose. Mingi bit his lip, eyes wide. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of slick already gathered there.

God, he was so big. Mingi’s jaw ached just looking at him.

But this? This was a chance. A moment to practice, to take his time — to prove to himself he could do better. That he could take more.

His lips parted as he slowly began to sink down, deliberate and eager.

Mingi exhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly eased his mouth farther down. His tongue flattened beneath the weight, guiding Yunho’s cock as he worked it deeper, stretching his jaw. He gagged softly, but didn’t stop — never even considered stopping. He pulled back only slightly, spit-slick and focused, then sank down again, hand gripping the base and stroking in rhythm with his mouth.

Breathing heavy now, tongue out, spit pooling on Yunho’s skin. Mingi’s thighs clenched with every low moan he made, each one vibrating through Yunho’s length as he worked him over with aching devotion.

He wanted to be good.

He wanted to take it all.

A deep breath. Then another glide down. He was dripping now, half from arousal, half from the effort of it all — so turned on it was almost dizzying.

And then Yunho shifted.

A soft grunt. The twitch of his hips.

Then a sharp inhale.

Mingi froze for half a second — just long enough to look up, wet lips still wrapped around the head of Yunho’s cock.

Yunho’s eyes cracked open, unfocused at first, until they landed on the view below him.

And then his entire body tensed.

His toes curled against the sheets. One hand flew into Mingi’s hair, gripping tight but not forcing — just holding. His mouth fell open around a sound between a moan and a gasp.

“Mingi— fuck. Baby.”

Mingi moaned around him in response, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he took him deeper again. Yunho’s head dropped back, his abs tightening, the sound he made fully wrecked and breathless.

“You’re… fuck— you’re such a good princess,” he groaned, fingers curling in Mingi’s hair like he never wanted to let go. “Look at you… taking me so well…”

Mingi whimpered at the praise, cock throbbing untouched beneath him. The word princess went straight to his spine, molten and bright. His hips rocked slightly against the bed as he sucked harder, tongue relentless, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

“You wanted this bad, huh?” Yunho whispered, breath ragged, voice thick with sleep and arousal. “Didn’t even wake me up first…”

Mingi moaned again — a broken, desperate sound that made Yunho’s hips jerk.

Yunho looked down at him, eyes dark and soft all at once. “You’re making me feel so good, baby. So fucking good.”

The praise made Mingi even more greedy, the fire in his belly catching fast. He was confidently sucking his boyfriend off without getting flustered, taking more of him down his throat than he ever had before.

The large fist in his hair tightened, Yunho’s eyes glazing over as he watched Mingi choke himself trying to take him deeper. “My pretty boy,” he hummed proudly, “nearly swallowing my whole cock, aren’t you?”

Mingi lifted his face, silvery strings drawing from Yunho’s erection to his plump pink lips, as the younger licked sweetly at the salty flesh, basking in satisfaction and hunger.

And that was before Yunho started fucking his throat.

© written by teezslvt— do not steal or claim as your own 𓆩♡𓆪

A/N: *rings the dinner bell* sansangers come get your meal. so there’s this clip [x] that I’ve had in my bookmarks on twitter for a bit now and I was watching it recently for…scientific purposes and I could see san and yeosang so I wrote this fun little blurb. still practicing writing bl so sorry if this is lacking — lmk what you think, so enjoy my cherries ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊ feedback is always welcomed!

“What was that you said earlier? You don’t have to listen?”

Yeosang couldn’t even answer.

Not while he was on his stomach, fisting the sheets as San buried his cock deep inside him. San’s measured, slow pace only pushed incoherent murmurs from Yeosang’s mouth.

“Mmm…ah-mmm.”

“Use your words, handsome.” San purred, rolling hips with delicate control as his hand squeezed Yeosang’s waist, keeping him steady.

“Fuck—Sannie…” Yeosang’s broken moans as he cursed San’s name filled the room, harmonizing with the sopping sounds of his thrusts.

It was a bit unfair. Yeosang was at a disadvantage.

He knew talking back tonight would lead to punishment. San demanded respect, especially in public. So when Yeosang got a little too tipsy in front of their friends and mouthed off, he knew from the look on San’s face that this wasn’t over.

“Not so sassy now, are you?”

San quickened his relentless pace, snapping his hips harder against Yeosang’s ass. His cock was unbearably thick, stretching Yeosang’s tight hole out. Mixed with San’s anger, the searing friction was intoxicating.

It was so fucking bad, but so fucking good.

Throaty whimpers fell from Yeosang’s lips, arching his back further and raising his ass more in the air. San wouldn’t let him move any more than that.

This was San’s hole to use as he pleased.

“Nu-uh, stay right where you are.” San growled as he dug his fingers into Yeosang’s skin, leaving red crescent indents from his nails.

“Y-You’re being m-mean…”

Yeosang’s thighs trembled lightly under the weight of San. Another groan escaped him as his slick muscles clenched and fluttered around San’s length. A hearty chuckle roared from San’s chest, unable to hide his amusement, and he shoved his cock to the hilt, pushing a strangled noise out from Yeosang’s throat.

His body quivered with the overwhelming feeling in his stomach as he groaned through clenched teeth. He could feel every veiny inch of San’s length throbbing throughout his body.

San grabbed Yeosang’s jet black ponytail, tugging his head back and leaning forward until his lips ghosted Yeosang’s ear.

Yeosang hissed through his teeth as San’s tight pull burned his scalp. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing as he bit back his whines.

“You deserve it.” San’s voice was low and harsh yet loving.

Yeosang shuddered as San’s warm breath hit his lobe.

San placed a gentle kiss on Yeosang’s temple before releasing his grip on his hair. He slipped himself out of his wet heat, slapping his fat tip on Yeosang’s glistening pink flesh, rubbing his firm erection up and down his ass.

“You look so pretty like this. All mine…” San breathed, teasing Yeosang over the edge.

“Ah—fuck, please—” Yeosang’s voice cracked, nodding frantically.

San lined himself up with the sensitive ring of muscle, just barely stuffing his tip inside Yeosang. His fuzzy head could only focus on the pressure building in his back door and trailing to his belly.

“You’re…so…goddamn…” San groaned heavily as he kept pushing himself gingerly in before he slammed his hips against Yeosang’s already sore cheeks with one swift motion, “…tight! For me today.”

Yeosang let out a guttural moan—sharp and wrecked—as he attempted to buck his hips forward but San held him in place. Lying there, he took every stroke as San continued with a fierce rhythm, pumping in and out of his dripping hole with rapid precision.

“Mmm…s’deep—ah!” Yeosang cried out, reaching behind to curl his fingers around San’s forearm.

“Yes, Sangie, just like that…who do your holes belong to?”

He was pathetically soaked, feeling the liquid trickling down and sticking to his skin. No way could he utter coherent words, but San would definitely keep this up if he didn’t. If he knew one thing, San had impressive stamina. He had excellent timing for his orgasm—edging himself was no problem, but it would be for Yeosang.

San wouldn’t let either of them cum, and the fucking would extend Yeosang’s overstimulation to an intense degree.

Something he wasn’t prepared to do.

“S-Shit—” Yeosang murmured hoarsely with little to no focus. He choked on a sob, trying to straighten his thoughts.

“Say it, baby. Say it.” San whispered, tipping his head back in euphoric bliss.

“Sannie—m-my holes belong to S-Sannie…” Yeosang rasped, tears collecting on his lash lines.

The room felt stifling as their sweaty bodies collided. Yeosang’s eyes rolled back as San rocked his hips tenderly. Passion simmered between them as they rode out the high together.

As the fire blazed in San’s abdomen, his movement faltered, a grin peeling across his mouth before his lips parted. Yeosang pressed his ass against San, pleasure blooming on his face. Breathless gasps tore from his chest with every exhale as San stilled, bottoming out inside him.

San’s shaft twitched along Yeosang’s walls as his release crashed over him, spilling his cum into his guts. His seed filled him to capacity, leaking out of Yeosang’s entrance and down his inner thighs.

“So messy, but it had to be done.”

San rutted his hips back and forth, making sure to empty his balls inside Yeosang, coating his entire spongy center. Yeosang fell limp onto the mattress as San caught his lower lip between his teeth, admiring Yeosang’s glowing expression.

He was happy to be used.

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” San cooed as he glided himself out of Yeosang’s pulsing insides.

Yeosang blinked away the haze, and smiled. “Yes.”

“Well, my good boy is going to get on his knees now.”

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