#jyh

She was always the quiet girl who liked to sit in the back, avoiding unnecessary social contact and attention whenever she could. Ahri always had just a few friends, the way she liked it. It was more peaceful that way and she always made sure to do what she could to keep her peace, and having her seat away from everyone was one of her many ways of keeping it.

Settling her tote bag in her lap, she pulled out her notebook and laptop, setting them on the desk in front of her before placing her bag on the floor beside her feet. She rested her arm on the desk, laying her head against it before unlocking her phone to watch some TikTok videos while she waited for class to start.

It wasn’t too long after that she got interrupted.

“You know, just one day I’d like to see you come in late.”

She lifted her head up as she sat up, rolling her eyes.

“You just wanna steal my spot. Too bad you can’t have it, Yunho,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Ah, how’d you see through my plan? Thought I was being discreet.” He pulled a chair out, settling into it. She noticed he sat one chair over instead of right beside her as usual.

When she first started this class she was hoping no one would sit beside her, but Yunho had decided to settle two chairs down from her despite the fact the entire row was empty and he could have sat further down. She grumbled to herself about it, cussing him out in her head.

For the most part Yunho had always left her alone with the exception of making a few jokes here and there, but the two of them soon grew close once they decided to pair up for different assignments and projects. As they got closer he naturally began to sit in the seat right beside her.

But today he had decided to sit one seat over, leaving the seat between them empty, and she knew why. She could tell he was trying to give her space. He probably thought she might be uncomfortable with him now.

A couple nights ago, while the two of them were doing homework in the library, she noticed Yunho nibbling on the cap of his pen, foot tapping a little too much for her liking. She could tell he had something on his mind.

“You work your head so much like that you just might lose the one brain cell you’ve been holding onto.” He removed the pen from between his lips, looking down at her, tapping his head with the pen. “I’ll have you know there’s actually two brain cells in there.”

She gave a skeptical look, crossing her arms. “You wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

He chewed on his bottom lip, contemplating. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m all ears when you do want to.”

All he did was nod. He never did end up saying anything, that is until the two of them reached the door to her dorm room. As she was taking her keys out he spoke up.

“Wait, Ahri,” She paused, turning to face him, tilting her head.

“So you know how I love telling you how pretty and awesome you are?” 

“...Yeah?”

“How do you feel about that, when I say things like that?”

She opened her mouth to answer but he cut her off before she could get a word in.

“What I’m trying to say is… well, I know we’re just friends but, I don’t know what it is, just something about you–” She watched him fumble with his words, avoiding eye contact as he rubbed the back of his neck. She patiently listened though, unsure of where this was going.

“I just want to tell you how perfect you are and well…” he trailed off, pausing for a moment before taking a deep breath. “You’re just so beautiful and I feel like you deserve to be worshipped and god I would really love to worship you, I mean of course only if you’re okay with it! I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, if I’m–”

She cut him off. “Wait, woah, slow down–” He paused, his ears turning red from embarrassment. He tried to read her expression, biting down on his nail.

He was speaking so fast she had to take a moment to register all of his words. Worship? Her? What did that even mean? It’s not like she didn’t know much about kinks, she’d had her fair share of light experiences, mainly with hair pulling and choking but nothing crazy.

She didn’t understand how worshipping would work.

After putting everything together in her head she came to realize he was just calling her beautiful and perfect. She had never thought he actually felt any sort of attraction to her, she always thought he just liked to tease her to get a reaction. She couldn’t help but blush.

The thing is, Ahri was also attracted to him—how could she not be? He was one of the most handsome guys on campus, always had girls fawning over him and trying to get his attention.

She took in a slow breath. “W-what do you mean by ‘worship’ me? I don’t really know what it entails…” Her hands were getting sweaty from gripping onto her keys so tightly but she ignored the discomfort.

Yunho brought his fingers down from his lips. He didn’t know how he would explain this to her, it took him a moment to find the right words. “Well, like… I want to smell you, your hair, skin, clothes.” She noticed his eyes trailing down her body. “And well, maybe touch you, feel your skin, I want to appreciate every part of you whenever you allow me to– want to treat you like the goddess that you are,” he closed his eyes letting out a slow breath as if to calm himself.

“And of course I wouldn’t touch you anywhere you don’t want to be touched, I’d do anything you ask of me really…”

There was a moment of silence between them. The sound of the AC in the halls and distant laughter from the other dorms filled the air.

“This is kind of sudden and I still don’t completely understand, give me some time to think about all of this, okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, of course, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or made things weird, you can just pretend this never happened if you want,” he took a step back. “I’ll leave you to it then, I’ll see you later.”

She nodded and watched him leave before entering her dorm.

Since that night she had been searching on the web all about the worshipping kink and how it worked. She even looked up some videos and smuts containing this kink. It was a lot simpler than she thought it would be.

So she gave it some thought, tried to picture him doing these things to her. It made her hot, she wanted to try it.

So here she was, in the empty classroom, face to face with Yunho again. She wasn’t sure how to tell him she would let him worship her. She was a little shy and embarrassed about it, even though there was no need to be when she already knew this is what he wanted.

She asked him to come sit closer, to reassure him that she wasn’t uncomfortable. She hesitated too long on bringing up the topic as the class started to fill up with students and not too long after, class started. The only thing on her mind the entire time was how she wanted to bring it up.

It was starting to frustrate her, especially with how her eyes kept falling to his hands. His soft, large hands. She pictured them all over her, touching every part of her, she couldn’t help it. She pressed her thighs together, biting down on her lip.

Deciding to take action, she reached over and grabbed his hand, guiding it to her thigh just below the hem of her skirt. Her eyes stayed fixed on the projector screen in front of them as if nothing had changed.

Yunho’s eyes flicked toward her, wide in surprise. His fingers twitched against her skin, uncertain at first. When she pressed his hand down, urging him silently to touch her, his shoulders eased. He dropped his gaze to his notebook, trying to look composed.

His hand gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, and she caught the shaky breath that slipped from his lips as he did. She released him then, picking up her pen to continue taking notes, though focusing on the lecture was nearly impossible.

His palm burned against her skin, every slow stroke of his fingers making her pulse race. He caressed her so carefully, tracing lines up and down her thigh as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her.

She noticed him tapping on his phone with his free hand, just for a moment, before her own phone buzzed. Unlocking the screen, she opened his message.

Yunho: I’m taking this as a green light? Ahri: Yes Yunho: Ok, if you ever need me to stop just tell me alright? Is there anything you don’t want me doing? Ahri: mmm… Ahri: My chest and… down there are off limits Yunho: not a problem for me Yunho: I have one more thing to ask, if you’re okay with it

She glanced up, meeting his gaze, and gave him a small nod.

Yunho: If you’re comfortable, you can ask me to do anything you like and I’ll do it Ahri: wdym? Yunho: use me. treat me like a slave, you can talk down to me, be mean even Yunho: whatever you want I’m at your service

Closing her eyes for a moment, she thought it over. His hand gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze, then slipped beneath the edge of her thigh-high sock, rubbing gently against the bare skin there.

Ahri: This is a lot, I’ve never done this before Yunho: it’s okay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Ahri: we’ll see, I think I want to take it one step at a time

By the time the lecture ended, her heart was pounding with anticipation. Gathering her things quickly, she caught Yunho’s sleeve and tugged him with her. Neither of them spoke as she led him outside, weaving through the empty hall until they slipped out a side door. She didn’t stop until they reached a quiet spot behind the building, tucked near the back stairs where no one would bother them.

“I have some time before my next class…” She pursed her lips, excited and nervous at the same time.

He gave her a soft smile, grabbing her by the shoulders and gently guiding her back to sit on the steps behind her. Sliding down to his knees, he lifted one of her legs carefully. Her breath caught as he slipped off her shoe, setting it aside, and then hooked his fingers into the edge of her sock. He drew it down slowly, peeling it away from her skin, as though unveiling something sacred.

His tongue darted across his bottom lip as his gaze locked on her bare leg. “God, you’re so perfect.”

Her face burned hot, and she clutched the hem of her skirt, biting down on her lip to keep herself grounded. His hand supported her leg as his fingers traced higher, delicately gliding over her shin, then circling her knee. Every brush of his skin against hers sent electric shivers up her thighs, straight into her core, making her grip her skirt even tighter.

He lifted her leg higher, his movements unhurried, before lowering his head until his cheek pressed against the curve of her calf. A sigh left him as he nuzzled into her, his lips grazing her skin before he inhaled deeply. His eyes fluttered shut, expression shifting into something close to ecstasy, as if her very scent was enough to intoxicate him.

Her stomach fluttered violently at the sight. He wasn’t just touching her, he was worshipping her, as though she was something holy.

“You smell so goddamn good. You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting this…wanting to touch you, to finally see what a goddess like you tastes and smells like.”

Her breath caught, heat rushing to her cheeks. She wasn’t used to this kind of praise, wasn’t used to being spoken about as if she were divine. Words tangled on her tongue, leaving her silent as she watched him lower himself even further, pressing his lips reverently against her ankle.

He murmured against her skin as he kissed higher, every word vibrating warmly against her. “Thank you, my goddess, for allowing me to worship you.”

His lips trailed up the line of her calf, then her knee, then the sensitive skin of her thigh. The closer he came, the harder it was to keep still. Instinctively, her hand slipped between her thighs, shielding herself from his gaze even as she trembled. When his mouth found the tender spot near the inside of her thigh, she shuddered violently, pleasure streaking up her spine, pooling deep in her core.

“Y–Yunho…” Her voice cracked on the whimper, a fragile sound that gave away just how undone she already was beneath his touch.

He paused, pulling back to look up at her with a soft, puppy-like gaze. When his eyes dropped to where her hand rested between her thighs, a low chuckle slipped from his throat.

“No need to hide, I told you I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His voice was low, reassuring, as he curled his fingers around hers and lifted her hand. He pressed his lips against her palm,warm, deliberate, and her heartbeat stuttered wildly in her chest.

His mouth trailed upward, patient, reverent kisses mapped along her arm until he reached the slope of her neck. He groaned softly as he breathed her in. “Looks like a goddess, smells like a goddess…”

Her breath hitched when his tongue flattened against her skin, dragging slowly up the curve of her neck to her jaw. He returned to taste her again, lingering, lightly sucking until the heat of it spread through her.

A moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it, her body clenching around nothing. Every nerve was lit up, she wasn’t normally this sensitive, but somehow he touched everywhere that made her shiver. The need was unbearable, swelling until it tipped into panic. She grabbed his arm suddenly, fingers tightening in a desperate squeeze.

“Wait, Yunho.” 

He froze immediately, pulling back to face her, concern flickering in his eyes. 

“You alright?” he asked softly.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath, her inhale shaky and uneven.

“Yeah, I just– I think we should stop here, still got that class to get to…”

A soft smile appeared on his lips. He pulled away from her and grabbed her sock, helping her slip it back on, then her shoe as well, fingers careful as if even the simple act of dressing her was a privilege.

“Would you like me to walk you there?” He rose to his feet, offering his hand. She nodded, sliding her fingers into his before he gently pulled her up beside him.

The next few days, she let him explore her body more. She never undressed, still too nervous to expose herself completely, but she didn’t stop him when his hands wandered. He kissed her palms, her wrists, the inside of her elbows; sometimes he would drop to his knees and bury his face against her thighs, murmuring praise until she flushed hot all over. He would press his lips along the line of her collarbone over her shirt, nuzzle into her stomach through the fabric, even take her ankle in hand just to mouth over the delicate bone there.

Every touch felt worshipful, every kiss patient and deliberate. It was more than she was used to. More intimacy than she’d ever allowed without the security of a relationship. And yet, even with her nerves, she found herself craving the reverence in his gaze, the way he treated every inch of her like something sacred.

But tonight, she was thinking about taking things a step further. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of the table-side lamp, shadows pooling in the corners while warm light kissed the edge of her bed. She lay stretched out across it, dressed in nothing but underwear and an oversized t-shirt, staring at the ceiling as she tried to work up the courage.

Finally, she reached for her phone and typed out a message to him.

Ahri: You awake?

She was about to lock her phone but she was surprised when she saw how quickly he replied.

Yunho: Yeah, playing some games Ahri: Bring me a burger and fries and come over Yunho: on it

Surprised by how quickly he obeyed, despite her sharp tone, she stared at her phone in silence. He really meant it—he would do anything she asked of him. Then the thought struck her: this wasn’t new. He had always done whatever she asked, always showed up the moment she needed him. She’d never thought much of it before, too used to his reliability.

But now that she knew what he was into, it all made sense.

Not too long after, a knock sounded at her door.

“Come in! It’s open.” She sat up straighter on her bed, tugging at her shirt to cover herself a little more as the door opened.

He stepped inside, shutting it quietly behind him. “Late-night cravings?” he asked, holding up the paper bag as he slipped out of his shoes.

“You can set it on the table.”

He nodded, crossing the room to place the bag down before turning to face her again. His lips parted, as if he was about to speak, but she cut him off first.

“Kneel.”

The word left her mouth firmer than she expected, though not as steady as she wished. Her pulse hammered in her chest as the command hung heavy in the air between them.

He immediately obeyed, dropping to his knees without a second of hesitation.

Ahri looked down at him, the man before her kneeling with his hands folded neatly in his lap, gazing up at her with open anticipation. The sight alone sent a rush through her. The way he followed her commands so easily, the way he had worshipped and praised her without shame, flipped something inside her.

Confidence bloomed in her chest, hot and undeniable. This power and control was new to her, but it was intoxicating. She wanted more.

Leaning forward, her hands braced against the cushion on either side of her, she pushed one foot toward him, testing. Her voice came steadier this time.

“Kiss it.”

And he did.

He lowered his head, lips brushing reverently over the top of her foot in a long, lingering kiss before pulling back just enough to look up at her again, eyes shining with quiet devotion.

“Don’t stop. Show me how much you desire me.”

He obeyed at once, lowering his head to press a lingering kiss to her ankle before continuing upward, each touch of his lips unhurried, deliberate, savoring her as though he had all the time in the world.

“You don’t need to hold back. You can even leave marks if you like.”

His eyes flicked up to hers. His eyes flicked up to hers, and she caught the change in his gaze, darker, hungrier… then he dropped his gaze again, tongue dragging a slow, heated line along her thigh as he eased her leg over his shoulder.

When he found a tender patch of skin, he paused, letting his warm breath fan against her before gently setting his teeth into her flesh. His mouth closed around the spot, tongue flicking as he sucked softly, coaxing a sound from her before pulling back just enough to kiss the mark he had left. Her eyes slid shut, a breathy moan tumbling free as her fingers threaded into his hair, tightening around him like she couldn’t let go.

He moved higher, deliberately slow, choosing another untouched spot. This time he bit a little harder, sucking more firmly until the pressure made her whimper. She tugged on his hair in response, and the groan he let out vibrated against her skin, making her shiver.

Finally, he drew back, lips glistening, his gaze fixed on the darkening marks he’d left behind. A proud smile curved his mouth before he turned his attention upward. His nose skimmed over her arm in a slow drag, inhaling her scent as though he was drunk on it. Adjusting his stance, he rose higher on his knees, following the line of her arm with patient kisses. When he reached her shoulder, he tugged her t-shirt sleeve down with careful fingers, exposing her skin to his mouth. His tongue traced her shoulder in a slow, delicate sweep, sliding up until it reached the curve of her neck, where he lingered, lips brushing against the delicate pulse beneath.

Her fingers curled under his chin, guiding his face upward until his eyes met hers. A smirk tugged at her lips, her gaze dark and commanding.

With her free hand, she hooked a finger into the waistband of his sweats, tugging him closer until his hips pressed flush against her. She slid her leg between his, pressing against the firm strain in his pants.

His breath hitched, sharp and unsteady, the sound betraying how quickly she had unraveled his composure.

“You touch yourself to the thought of me every night, I bet.” Her eyes stayed locked on his, watching the flush creep up his neck until his ears burned red.

“Or those times you run off to the bathroom out of nowhere… I bet you’re touching yourself then too, aren’t you?” She tilted her head as her leg pressed more firmly against him, making her point unmistakable. A small whimper creeped up his throat.

“Answer me.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, voice breaking out almost breathlessly.

“Yes, my goddess.”

Her lips curved into a slow, proud smile at his obedience, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

“Go on, use my leg. Let me feel how badly you need me.”

His breath caught, chest rising as if the words had stolen the air from his lungs. For a heartbeat he hesitated, eyes flicking up to hers, wide and glazed with need. Then he obeyed.

A shaky exhale slipped past his lips as he shifted forward, pressing his hips against her thigh. The first grind was tentative, almost testing, but the heat straining against his sweats was undeniable. His forehead dropped closer to her shoulder, a soft groan rumbling out as he moved again, harder this time, his body already betraying how desperate he was to please her.

She leaned back, bracing her arms behind her to hold herself up as she let him continue.

“My little puppy, so needy, aren’t you?” she murmured into his ear, her voice a low hum. “Look at you… you look so pathetic right now, humping me like a dog in heat.”

A strangled sound tore from his throat at her words, his hips jerking harder against her leg as if he couldn’t control himself anymore. His breath came ragged, hot against her skin, and every grind grew more frantic, more desperate. His hands shot to the sheets on either side of her, gripping tight, knuckles paling as though he needed the anchor just to keep from falling apart. His eyes fluttered shut, lips parting around shaky groans that betrayed just how much her control consumed him.

Ahri barely recognized herself in the words. She had never spoken to anyone like this, never taken the role of the dominant one in full control. Yet the confidence poured out of her effortlessly, her ego swelling with every grind of his hips. The power she held over him was intoxicating. 

“Slow down, Puppy, I said you can hump me, not get off on me,” a small whimper escaped from his lips as he slowed down his movement. She wraps her fingers around his wrist then guides his hand underneath her shirt and against her tummy. She slowly guides his hand up higher as her other hand moves to tangle her fingers into his hair. 

“You wanna feel my breasts?” 

Yunho lifted his head from her shoulder, eyes locking onto hers. They were glazed, heavy with lust, and filled with a silent plea that made her pulse skip. 

“Can I?”

A sweet smile formed on her lips, eyes softening at his response, she gently pets his hair, tilting her head slightly. 

“What do we say when we want something?” 

“Can I touch them…please?” The word “please” came out in a cracked whimper.

She let out a hum of satisfaction and nodded, letting go of his wrist. 

His fingers grazed along her skin, moving higher before cupping one of her breasts, giving it a gentle squeeze which was then followed by a more firm one. 

He continued to knead her breasts, his lips parted as breath grew hotter and heavier, hips stopped moving against her thigh now that his focus was completely back on her. He didn’t care too much about his own pleasure, he was happy just pleasing her and only her. Nothing else mattered. 

Ahri then pulled her shirt off, tossing it aside. Yunho froze for a moment at the sight before him. His tongue swiped over his lips then he swallowed his saliva. 

God she's beautiful.

Ahri's fingers found their place back between his locks, pulling his face closer to hers. 

“Open. Tongue out.”

His lips parted, tongue rolling forward in immediate obedience.

“Good boy.”

His cock twitched in the confines of his underwear at the praise, straining against the fabric.

Her fingers wrapped firmly around his chin, holding him steady as she leaned closer. Inch by inch, her face neared his until she finally let a strand of spit fall into his waiting mouth.

“Swallow.”

Yunho drew his tongue back, holding her spit there for a moment as though savoring the taste. When he finally swallowed, a shiver ran through him, his whole body tense. The pleasure from that single act nearly undid him, and for a fleeting second he thought he might come untouched. But he forced himself to hold back, breathing heavy and uneven.

Ahri watched him closely, amused by his reaction. She had never imagined anyone could be this undone by her, never expected that something so simple could leave him trembling. And she definitely never thought someone could enjoy her spit this much.

She pushed his head lower, nudging him toward her hardened nipple. He accepted eagerly, lips wrapping around it as he sucked, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. A whimper slipped from her throat, the sound soft and breathless, her back arching into his mouth.

His hand found her other breast, kneading it slowly before giving her nipple attention of its own, squeezing, flicking, and pinching just enough to make her gasp. Each tug drew another sound from her lips, little moans breaking free without her meaning to hold them back.

The throbbing between her legs was getting almost painful. She needed to be touched, needed relief. Her grip in his hair tightened as she yanked his head back.

“I’m going to need you to make your tongue more useful.”

Not so gently, she forced his head lower, guiding him until he was settled between her thighs. She shoved his face against her soaked panties and held him there.

He groaned against her heat, the sound muffled but filled with delight, clearly savoring every second of her rough treatment. Pressing his nose against the damp fabric, he inhaled deeply. A moan slipped past his lips, his eyes fluttering back in ecstasy.

“I’m starting to think you really are a goddess. Your scent… it’s so wonderful, so addicting.” His voice was reverent, trembling with desire.

He closed his eyes, pressing his tongue against the thin fabric, dragging it slowly over her folds. Another groan rumbled deep in his chest as he licked her through the barrier.

Finally, he pulled back just enough to look up at her, eyes wide and pleading.

“Please, my goddess, may I get rid of these and devour you the way you deserve to be devoured? Please?”

Her lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile as she gazed down at him, still clutching his hair tightly in her hand. The sight of him begging, eyes wide and glassy with lust, sent a rush of power through her veins.

“You’ve been patient, my puppy, I think you deserve a reward,” she purred, brushing her thumb across his soft cheek. “Go on then… take them off. Show me how devoted you really are.”

The words had barely left her mouth before his fingers moved to her panties, trembling with eagerness as he hooked fingers into the waist band, pulling them off until they hit the floor. His breath hitched when her slick heat was finally revealed to him, his mouth watering as if he’d just been given the sweetest prize.

He glanced up at her one more time, reverence burning in his eyes, before lowering his head with a hungry groan.

Without hesitation, he buried his face against her heat, tongue sliding up between her folds, her slick coating his mouth instantly. He groaned against her as his tongue found her swollen clit, flicking over it with purpose. The moan that spilled from her lips was like a sweet melody to his ears.

It drove him mad. How could anyone be so perfect? He was obsessed. Addicted.

He lingered there, licking and teasing, dragging his tongue slowly before switching to quick, playful flicks. Every whine, every breathy whimper that escaped her only pushed him deeper into his frenzy, his lips and tongue working hungrily as if he could never get enough of her. 

He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, holding it firmly in place as he shoved his tongue deep inside her. A loud, guttural groan rumbled from his throat at the taste of her. The restraints of his underwear and pants pressed uncomfortably against his throbbing erection, making him squirm beneath her. His grip on her thigh tightened as he devoured her.

Ahri’s chest heaved, her breaths growing shorter and heavier. Her fists twisted into the sheets, her other hand clutching at his hair, pulling tighter with every movement of his tongue.

But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

She shoved his head back.

“Fuck, Yunho…”

Letting go of his hair, she looked down at him as she caught her breath.

The sight drove her insane. His hair was a mess, bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks flushed a glowing red. And his eyes… glassy, brimming with nothing but hunger, lust, and desperate need. He looked absolutely wrecked, and it was pathetically adorable. 

“Yes, my Goddess?”

“I hope those long and pretty fingers of yours can be of good use.” She leaned back, bracing herself on the mattress, her voice steady but laced with need.

He smiled, almost a smirk. “If they don’t take you to heaven and back, feel free to punish me any way you’d like.”

Sliding his hand between her thighs, he eased a finger inside her. She gasped, her body tightening around him as his digit sank deeper, dragging slowly against her slick walls. A whimper broke free when he curled it just right, the sound making his cock twitch.

“Fuck, you're wet…” he murmured, slipping in a second finger. He worked them together, stretching her as he moved them in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper with each stroke.

Her head tipped back, a soft moan spilling from her lips as the pleasure built. She gripped the sheets tight behind her, knuckles white, while another broken whimper escaped her. Every curl of his fingers sent sparks shooting through her core, making her thighs tremble against him.

He groaned low in his throat, watching her come undone under his hand, his pace alternating between deep, deliberate thrusts and slow, teasing curls that made her whine. 

His lips sealed around her clit, sucking gently as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud. At the same time, he slid a third finger inside her, stretching her further while he worked them in rhythm with his mouth.

Her moans grew louder, raw and needy, spilling out one after another. The leg hooked over his shoulder pressed down firmly, holding him close and giving him no chance to pull away even if he wanted to.

Spurred on, his movements turned rougher, quicker. His fingers curled mercilessly, hitting the spot that made her squirm the most, while his tongue flicked and teased without pause. The combination had her body trembling, her breath breaking into frantic gasps. 

Her moans pitched higher, each one spilling from her lips louder than the last. The sheets twisted beneath her fists, her knuckles aching from how tightly she clutched them. The leg over his shoulder trembled, tightening against him as her body writhed with every stroke of his fingers and flick of his tongue.

“Yunho… oh god…” she gasped, her voice breaking. Her head fell back against the mattress, her chest heaving as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

He groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her clit, his tongue working her with hungry precision while his fingers curled mercilessly inside her. The pressure coiled tight in her belly, so sharp and overwhelming she thought she might burst.

Her hips bucked against his face, desperate for more, chasing the sensation as if she couldn’t stop herself. Her cries grew frantic, needy. Her whole was body trembling, slick dripping down his hand as he pushed her closer and closer.

“I'm so fucking close, fuck!” she cried, her voice strangled and raw.

And with another curl of his fingers against that sweet spot and the relentless suction of his mouth, she finally snaps.

Her climax tore through her in a rush, her thigh clamping around his head, body arching off the bed as a cry ripped free of her throat. 

Once she had come down from her climax, Yunho slowly withdrew his fingers from inside her. He brought them to his mouth without hesitation, licking them clean with a deep moan, savoring her taste as if it was the sweetest thing he’d ever known. When he was finished, he lowered his hands to his lap and sat patiently on his knees, waiting for her next command.

When Ahri had collected herself, she shifted forward, sitting at the edge of the bed again. Her hand reached out to pet his hair gently, then trailed down to caress his face, her thumb swiping tenderly across his flushed cheek. He leaned into her touch, eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping him as he melted into her comforting affection.

“My sweet puppy, you did so good for me,” she cooed softly. “Let’s get you out of those clothes, hm?”

“Anything for you, my goddess,” he murmured before rising to his feet. With unhurried movements, he began peeling off each layer, letting his clothes fall carelessly to the floor until nothing was left to hide him.

She took her time looking him over, her lips parting slightly at the sight before her. She had always assumed, with his towering height, that he would be big. But seeing it in person was something else entirely. Her mouth went dry, and for a moment, she nearly drooled at the sheer size of him. 

Her bed sat low, so when he stopped in front of her, her eyes had a direct view of his erection, thick and hard, standing tall just inches from her face. The sight alone made her lips part, her breath catching as her gaze lingered hungrily on him. Smiling up at him, she lifted her hand and let her fingertips trail slowly across his skin, from his chest down to his abs. They weren’t sharply defined, but they were there, and her touch made him shudder, his erection twitching slightly in response. She let out a soft giggle.

“Does this excite you?” she asked, tilting her head curiously as her eyes flicked up to meet his.

He nodded, voice low but certain. “Everything you do excites me. Even the way you’re looking at me right now… I feel blessed to be looked at by someone like you.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks at his words, but she didn’t let it shake the confidence thrumming through her veins.

Her hand continued downward, her gaze following the path of her fingers. She brushed lightly along the base of his cock, just under the shaft, then dragged her touch slowly upward along the length. It twitched again, and a sly smirk spread across her lips.

“So cute.”

Yunho’s ears burned red, and he turned his head aside, embarrassed by her teasing.

She continued anyway, fingers tracing along the thick veins before curling beneath to lift him up. Her eyes flicked back to his face as she gave her next command.

“Hands behind your back. You’re not allowed to touch me until I say so.”

“Y-yes, Goddess,” he stammered, quickly obeying, clasping his hands behind him.

“Good boy.” She rewarded him with a smile before leaning forward. Her lips brushed against the side of his shaft as she began kissing along it, inch by inch, until she reached the flushed tip. From above, she heard the small, needy whimper slip out of him.

Her tongue pressed to the base of his length, slow and deliberate, before dragging upward in one long stroke until she reached the tip. There she lingered, swirling her tongue around it teasingly, savoring every twitch and whimper that spilled from his mouth. 

She wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently as her tongue teased the slit. A low hum vibrated in her throat as she savored the taste of him, sending shivers straight through his body.

Slowly, she began inching forward, taking in more of him bit by bit, her lips stretching around his girth. A pleased hum slipped past her as she sank deeper, and his shaky breath followed, spilling out as though he had been holding it in the entire time. His thighs flexed, and his chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to keep control. 

She wrapped her lips tighter around him, setting a slow rhythm as she bobbed her head, pulling back just enough to let her tongue flick and swirl around the tip before sliding down again. His breath grew heavier, shaky moans spilling out with every movement, his hands still locked obediently behind his back.

Then she picked up the pace, taking him deeper, sucking harder, letting him feel the wet heat of her mouth as her tongue pressed firmly against his shaft. A groan tore from his chest, his hips twitching as he struggled to keep still, his thighs tense as he fought the urge to thrust into her.

She alternated between the two, pulling back to tease the swollen head with slow circles of her tongue before plunging down again, humming around him until he was trembling. His breath hitched, uneven and desperate, his body giving him away. He was close.

Just before he could break, she pulled him free from her mouth with a wet pop, smirking as a string of spit clung to her lips and his tip.

“Not yet, puppy,” she purred, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up at him.

“Do you think I should let you come?” she asked, tapping a finger thoughtfully against her chin.

“Yes, please, please let me cum,” he begged, his voice rough with desperation.

She hummed in amusement. “I bet you really wanna fuck my throat right now, huh? You wanna feel every inch of your goddess, don’t you?”

A string of whimpers slipped from his lips as he mumbled quiet pleas, broken and needy. “Please… please let me fuck your mouth…”

“Oh? First you wanted me to let you cum, and now you want to fuck my throat? Greedy little puppy, aren’t you…” Her smirk widened as his cock twitched in response.

“Well? Which is it then?”

“Both. Fuck, please, Goddess, let me fuck your throat, let me cum for you,” he groaned, his voice cracking with urgency.

She tilted her head, her smile slow and teasing. “Hmm… does my puppy want to cum in my mouth, or on my face?”

“Whatever my goddess pleases,” he answered without hesitation, the words tumbling out between frantic breaths.

“You are so cute when you’re like this, you know that? All pathetic and desperate, with your hair so messy, face all red…” Her gaze lingered on his flushed skin, watching as his ears turned crimson again. She chuckled softly, drinking in his state before leaning closer.

“Cum in my mouth then, fuck my throat… you may touch me.”

Her lips parted as she opened her mouth wide for him, tongue sticking out past her lips in invitation.

He groaned low, resting one trembling hand on the top of her head as he guided himself forward. Slowly, carefully, he pushed his cock past her lips, savoring the heat of her mouth around him. He didn’t go deep at first, letting the swollen head glide across the flat of her tongue as her lips closed around him in a tight seal.

A shaky breath escaped him, as though he had been holding it back all along. His hips began to move in a steady rhythm, sliding along her tongue, the wet heat of her mouth making him groan softly.

The deeper he went, the rougher his breaths grew. Soon he picked up the pace, his length gliding in and out of her mouth with more urgency, each thrust rewarded with the slick sounds of her lips and the hum vibrating from her throat. His soft groans broke into ragged gasps, his restraint wearing thin with every pass of her tongue. 

Her lips tightened around him as he pushed deeper, the head of his cock brushing against the back of her throat. She gagged softly but steadied herself, gripping his thighs to hold him in place.

That sound nearly unraveled him. A guttural groan ripped from his chest, his fingers tightening in her hair as he slowly pressed forward again, sliding deeper until he felt her throat constrict around him.

“F-fuck… goddess…” he panted, his voice trembling with both need and desperation.

He pulled back just enough to let her catch a breath before thrusting forward again, a little harder this time. Soon his rhythm picked up, the wet sound of her throat taking him mixing with the muffled hums she made around his length.

Her tongue worked against him with every stroke, the slick suction of her mouth and the squeeze of her throat sending him spiraling closer to the edge. His hips began to move on instinct, shallow thrusts turning into rougher snaps as he fucked her face, each groan and shaky breath betraying how close he was to falling apart.

His pace faltered, hips jerking as his groans grew louder, rougher. He pulled back just enough so that only the thick length of his cock rested on her tongue, her lips wrapped tightly around him.

“I—I can’t hold…” he gasped, his voice breaking.

With a final shudder, he came, spilling hot into her mouth. His whole body trembled as he emptied himself onto her tongue, ragged moans spilling from his lips. She held him steady, her lips sealed around him as she took every drop.

His thighs quivered and his grip on her hair loosened, his chest heaving as the intensity of it washed over him.

He pulled himself from her mouth, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Before he could say a word, Ahri grabbed his arms and tugged him down to the floor. He sank to his knees, eyes fixed on her, waiting.

She cupped his face in both hands, smiling sweetly as her thumb tugged at his bottom lip. His mouth fell open for her without question, jaw slack, pupils blown wide.

Leaning forward, she let the contents of her mouth spill into his, watching intently as it slid past his tongue. Then she tilted his chin up with her fingers, closing his mouth for him, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Swallow.”

And he did, throat bobbing as he obeyed, a shiver running through him at the taste of himself mixed with her.

She caressed his cheeks with one hand, the other moving up to smooth his messy hair, petting him gently. Then she climbed back onto the bed, tugging on his hand so he would follow. He did, settling beside her until the two of them were curled up close together. Yunho’s arm wrapped securely around her waist while she continued to stroke his hair, soft and soothing.

“My little puppy did so good today.” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, her eyelids growing heavy as sleep tugged at her.

“So did you… good night.”

“I love you…” she mumbled, already halfway gone, eyes shut as she surrendered to sleep.

His eyes widened. “Me to—wait, what?” But she was already asleep, breathing slow, even before he could ask what she meant.

A smile spread across his lips anyway. He decided he could ask later. For now, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her close.

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You were a game developer, who started out quite early with simple arcade style games, and progressed to more complex rpgs story-focused fps games, which had given you recognition and helped you rise to where you were today.

And where were you now? Well, you were your own boss, a developer self-started Cogent Studio, in the heart of Seoul, working with some of your closest friends.

When you had the time and energy, you would attend cons, do interviews here and there, or join your gamer friends' streams to either play together if the game was multiplayer, or merely enjoy a peaceful couple of hours together, talking about the greatest love of your life - games and computer science

Other than that, you never really chased the limelight, nor felt the need to. So long as you could keep on doing what you did, you were happy.

This was why you were grateful that one of your friends was terrifically social media savvy, and could start a trend out of nothing if they wanted to.

They were normally the ones do give you nudges as reminders that "it was time to do some publicity"

This was exactly how you had stumbled upon a livestream which ended up changing your life for even better

It was a couple days after the official release of your studio's latest, rather ambitious project, Aenigmata.

This fever dream had, from initial character sketches to final implementation and server testing and the sort had taken a grand total of five years, with you repeatedly reworking one part after another as your skills improved and you found other experts to mentor you along the way.

On top of this being a career challenge, you wanted to be extra evil and create countless riddles and adapting puzzles, making them the way to have the highest chances to succeed in the more "action-packed" parts of the game.

So bent on wanting to create the perfect intellectual challenge, in fact, that you had dabbled in the implementation of machine learning into the game, to make the World of Aenigmata feed on your mistakes and challenges (to a limit, of course)

This strategy/shooter/rpg crossed with a science experiment had already done some rounds among enthusiasts and critics, being very well received, and commended for its "disruptive nature" compared to the current market.

You were not too bothered by the sales, seeing as your less multifaceted projects were doing well enough (unlike your distributors), but they appeared to be as stable as a game of such a style would allow.

Your extra sleepless nights dedicated to ensuring there were both single player and small party multiplayer paid off too - Youtubers and Twitch streamers were starting to get in on the fun and publicise the game you had made with your very own hands.

And on this particular day there was one livestream in particular that had caught the attention of your friend and marketing guru.

A certain 'Jeong duo' from an idol group by the name of ATEEZ were live on YouTube, actually had been for almost an hour, and lo and behold, were playing your game.

"Can you imagine, Y/N? THE Wooyoung and Yunho from ATEEZ, playing Aenigmata. This is like, gold for us. Can you believe how many potential buyers we could be hitting right now? Come on, take a look here-"

"Do they like it?" You deadpanned, not wanting to take your eyes off the code you were currently debugging.

Your friend wiggled her phone right in front of your face. "Y/N, this is IMPORTANT!!! This could bring us the BIG FIGURES if we use it right!"

Back at it again with the business-speak... you were glad that this was not your task to take care of. So to satisfy your now pouting marketing chief, you switched attention and repositioned the phone to take a closer look.

Oh no, they were handsome. Here lied your rationality. No, Y/N, we must stay focused, brothers, we must stay focused.

You actually bit the inside of your cheek to remind yourself that it, in fact, was not simp o'clock, and you had hot two-dimensional characters to design. Okay that brought you back down a few notches. Now for the...

Wait, they were pretty good! You took note of what stage of the game they were at, and called out for your friend who was texting on her other phone (yes, she was that type of boss lady)

"You said they were idols, right?" After receiving an enthusiastic confirmation, you rubbed your chin, pensive. "Okay you know what they are cool, I respect them. And look at that set up sheesh flexing that alienware..."  you trailed of, seeing as your friend began to lose you after the first sentence.

"Then how about you say it?"

"Didn't I... just do that?"

Your friend pinched the bridge of her nose.

"No, you dufus. IN CHAT."

"Oh."

After a couple more minutes of pointless back and forth, you were convinced. One could even say you were excited. Normally you would only make appearances in streams of people who you knew personally (even in chat) so this was a first. Even though you were going to be sending a message through the studio's account, it felt personal.

Here went nothing.

<cogent_studio> Happy to see you enjoying Aenigmata! Thank you so much Wooyoung and Yunho, ATEEZ hwaiting!

At first everything was quiet - honestly you were a little disappointed.

Well, it turned out to be lag, because after giving it a few more seconds, chat exploded, @ing you and the two members, saying that this was the world's most ambitious crossover in history.

This fanbase was wonderful, you decided.

"Wait... wait... DID THE STUDIO WRITE TO US IN CHAT?" The louder of the two exclaimed.

"Let me check... Oh my, Woo, yes they did, HELLO!!!" the one who you now knew to be Yunho waved at the camera.

He was about to leap into the air and never come down. His fans knew that he was pretty good at certain games, though still often attributed the title of gaming king to Yeosang, but what they did not know was that your work was especially meaningful to him, and your drive and wit made him look beyond the products. He was your loyal fan, and was not ashamed to admit it.

Of course, it was the studio account that had written in chat, meaning it could be anyone with permissions (as far as he could remember you had entrusted three people with rights to spreading culturally significant memes) but he could not help but hope that of all the staff it was you who had noticed him. So he tried his best to be ever so gallant and attractive, much to Wooyoung's amusement. His friend was well aware of Yunho not so subtly being starstruck by you, but so far was not wrecking havoc.

Your friend looked particularly smug when she saw a grin spreading across your face. And not while you were amidst work... well kind of related, but still, much further away from the centrepoint of your comfort zone.

What sealed the deal for you and kicked you over the edge and into checking ATEEZ out was when Yunho, allowing Wooyoung to take over the gameplay for some time, decided to try directly interacting with you.

Patiently waiting for every message from you. Asking questions. Gushing about your other projects.

Finally, Yunho thought, it was his geek side's time to shine. The more challenging part was not keeping up the conversation that was getting progressively more technical, but to stop himself from over sharing.

And that was HARD when he had your mains in various games down pat, memorized the funniest moments from streams where you were hanging out with your friends and had read up on the theories and conspiracies attempting to connect the various games you had released over the years.

He had found out about you through a group of game connoisseurs back in high school, and had not looked back since then. Mingi knew the best about all the ins and outs of Yunho's stanning (though it spread rapidly enough - not that anyone minded, it was cute; besides, you had expert and exclusive knowledge on such a grand variety of things in the industry, that sometimes a member would even Yunho in watching bits of press or streams)

Being your fan was a way for him to keep himself grounded and and connected to other parts of life when he was a trainee, when he had events back to back and was sometimes struggling to function.

Just seeing you, of similar age to him, out there, going through your own battles and coming out on top, continuing to hone your craft whilst ignoring any hate spat in your direction... that had motivated Yunho to go on.

To put it simply, it was had for Yunho to contain his inner fanboy. So he switched it up and instead acted like a gentleman.

At one point your friend even half-whispered "is this... a date?" To which you countered

"How would it be anything except business? He is talking to the studio, and I am merely a rep."

"Uhhh.... what did he say just now?"

Yunho had suddenly grown quiet, stumbling over his words a couple times - some observant fans had pointed out that his ears were growing pink. Why was he so cute and bashful all of a sudden?

Your friend leaned into the screen peering at the two ATEEZ members and the chat like a scientist into a microscope - "What is happening, I lost the plot"

Luckily for you, Wooyoung had found Yunho's behaviour and inaudible question entertaining, so he paused the game and placing a hand on the taller man's shoulder, smirked right at his audience.

"Yunho, I think you might actually be Sherlock Holmes with your deductions. Let's try it out. Who do we have the pleasure of talking to, could it be the Y/N herself?"

Oh. So apparently the style of your responses was enough for Yunho to figure out it was YOU?

More than enough, actually. He had seen you chat enough times to know your style.

You wanted to run and hide. Or more specifically, to lie and say "unfortunately not, this is her friend. But at the studio we are pretty much a hivemind so you could say you are talking to Y/N!"

You were about to send those exact words when your friend SLAMMED the back space and literally hissed at you

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, YOU FOOL???????? CAN'T YOU SEE?????? THIS IS CRITICAL!!!!!!!!!"

"Okay bro chill"

<cogent_studio> yes, indeed it is! No wonder you are acing Aenigmata

After that, Yunho's behaviour had noticeably changed. So did his body language.

He had adjusted his posture to be somehow even more proper, you swore his voice got slightly deeper, and he got more... competitive? With his own team mate?

It was almost as though upon finding out that it was YOU he was talking to he felt it to be his mission to impress you with his skills... at playing your own game.

Wooyoung had an unreadable yet sly expression, giving Yunho the occasional jab on the shoulder or giggling to himself.

As a wise man once said "this is kinda sus"

And that was pretty much how the next two hours passed. You had transferred the stream to one of your monitors, and during intervals when the guys were in hardcore focus mode managed to finish your debugging duties. This sort of contact was not as bad as you thought.

Once the livestream ended, with Yunho shining like a thousand suns when he saw a final message from you thanking them and hoping to stay in touch, you deflated.

Who was this social person and what did they do to Y/N? You desperately needed to lock yourself in your gaming lair and play some mind-numbing simulator. Just as you were about to clock out you caught the devious winks from your business friend who started this whole thing.

"Hello hello, I see you are free again, how are you feeling, darling?"

"Drained, tired, overwhelmed, was about to go hermit mode for the rest of the day."

"Ah brilliant, then I caught you at the right time. You have a call with ATEEZ's management at two fifteen in the afternoon tomorrow, don't worry I'll be handling the details there you just have to look pretty and do your big brain things. But if all goes well there, you will be having a gaming session organised with ATEEZ to promote their activities and your game."

Oh what the hell did you get yourself into?

Surprise surprise, everything did go well and you were to have an official scheduled activity with a major idol group.

You did not want to admit it, but inside you were shaking. This live would have an astonishing number of people compared to what you were used to, or at least a totally different type of crowd. Maybe there would be some of your diehard supporters here and there, but without a doubt 99% would be ATINY.

On the day you had met two new additions to the gamer squad, in the form of Yeosang and Mingi, wit the former recognising the brand of your gaming chair and complimenting it. Needless to say, you had labelled him as a homie straight away.

Just because they were apparently famous did not mean you went easy on them, oh no, they were with a person who had deliberated going pro into esports at one point.

And your good-humoured and well-balanced competitiveness paired with a genuine passion for the craft and activity had resulted in a record number of views - two disparate fanbases coming together, confused but enjoying the show nonetheless.

One of the most popular highlights from the stream ended up being you and Yunho's genius sabotage in Among Us, where literally everyone was clueless of who was impostor until you got to steal the victory. And another, that had gained more likes upon being turned into an edit was one from the couple of Overwatch 2 rounds you had played. Specifically, it was after you had solo carried your team to victory after their elimination and got MVP.

The edit was simple, and all it really showed was the MVP reel and Yunho's face cam. The caption did all the work:

"Get you a man who looks at you the way Yunho looks at Y/N getting MVP"

You rewatched that edit an embarrassing number of times. Fooling yourself into thinking that it was because it was just that funny (no, fam, no)

A couple of days after and your routine had gone back to normal, aside from a considerable increase in sales of Aenigmata, as well as your older games, and being mutuals with ATEEZ on Twitter.

But one night, marking nearly a week since the scheduled gaming session, when you booted up Steam again to pick your way to unwind, someone sent you a chat. Like they had been waiting for the your little status icon to turn green, all this time.

When you opened up chat, you did a double take. The username was of none other than Yunho, asking if you were free to play.

And thus began your story as an unbeatable duo.