#teairo

there were times where i could find my patience with yunho, and other times that called for more demanding ways of asserting myself. when it came to eating the last of my cookies, this was one of the many times where he deserved a good scolding no matter how precious he was to me. 

“they were going to expire today and you were at work, i didn’t want to bother,” he started, watching me regulate in real time as i set the box down at looked to him. “oh yeah? you have no problem sending me messages at work to distract me with other things,” i squint at him harshly, tucking my tongue in cheek as if i were restraining myself from an argument. instead, i’d figured there were other ways to get back at him. the next time he wanted a sweet treat after work, he would have to earn it indefinitely. 

“you know what?” i smile instead, raising my hands in surrender. he releases a sigh, not liking my sudden change in mood, knowing that this would be held against him somehow. his eyebrows raise inwards, now desperate to do damage control. he reaches for my hand, holding them with the utmost care to pull me in by the waist. i quickly kiss his cheek, looking up with the most deviant glare behind my smile. “noo– don’t do that, don’t act like it’s fine and use it against me later. i’ll buy you a new box,” you shake your head, walking back to our room to grab my towel. my silence makes him anxious, “three boxes. fuck, please!”

“good night baby."

i finally finish my shower, looking at the time on my phone and wrapping a towel around my hair. i allow it to semi-dry, applying moroccan oil to my roots and generously over the strands of my soft locs. i hear the door open and close, the chime alarming me of yunho’s return from work, i hear his voice call for me, anticipating my presence at home. i put on his shirt, with nothing but underwear on underneath.

a grin graces my face as i walk into the common room to greet him with his gym bag in hand, reaching on the tip of my toes to cup his face where he meets me for a kiss. he smiles, dropping the bag near our sofa. the taller asks about my day, earning a shrug. i stayed in today, remotely working so i could be prepared for a work meeting tomorrow and physically present. his arm slings around the small of my back as he keeps me for another kiss, then another. i simply smile,

pulling back after he attempted to deepen it, his lips chasing mine and a small sigh from the missed touch. 

walking over to the kitchen counter, i open a new box of the cookies he bought me after last week. he follows with a grocery bag in hand. for some reason, he had forgotten about how he destroyed half a box of cookies even as he walked over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. he takes a sip, placing it next to us as he approaches, stalking me almost to trap me into another kiss. i stood innocently, pressed against the counter as i took a bite and looked back at him to offer him a bite. he cranes his neck downward to take a bite as i take a sip of his water with another hand. 

as he chews, he pulls back slowly, planting his face to the side of my head to smell. “you showered just now?” you nod, focused on eating another small biscuit, his firm chest pressed against the back of your head. you could hear the eagerness in his voice from the question alone. “are we still doing movies tonight? i’ll help with dinner.” he adds the last part as if he usually doesn’t, but wanting to emphasize there was something he wanted to earn. i nod and turn myself, giving way for him to trap me completely. i act like i’m unaffected, simply snacking and looking at my phone, which i put down after a couple of forehead kisses.

“what are we making?”

i shrug at the question, finishing the last of my cookie and draping my arms around his neck. he picks me up to place me on the counter. “we made pasta last night, i remember you said you said you wanted to try a spring salad with shrimp?” he taps the grocery bag on the table, which i assume held the ingredients to a recipe i didn’t give him yet but was certain he was prepared for in thought. i nodded, pecking his nose. god, he made it hard for me to keep this grudge. i need to get it over with tonight. 

“i was thinking we could decompress a bit before dinner?” he asks, checking the time before checking me out with his hands firmly planted on my sides. his doe brown eyes were rarely dark with lust, only admiring shamelessly what he knew was all his to have usually. “decompress how?” i ask, tilting my head up into his hand that demanded it. he plays with my now mostly dry hair, my legs wrapping around him to press against me. 

“i was going to say a shower but you beat me to that,” he smiled, “ which is okay, i showered at the gym. i think i wanted something right now anyways..”

he drawed his suggestion out with his thumb tracing my sides, squeezing. i felt a tilt in my stance and knew that i had to be firm with this grudge. i had to show that i meant business. these are my period cramp cookies we’re talking about here. i lock in, tilting my head innocently, watching his

jaw clench at the sight. usually i would catch on or initiate, “use your words, yunho. what is it?” i searched his eyes for any sort of sanity as it started to leave in fragments. 

his hands moved down my hips, the right one sliding between the thin layer of his shirt and my skin. my thighs parted naturally, and he leaned in to kiss me again, receiving yet another dodge. “did i do something wrong?” his soft voice of concern nearly pricked at my consciousness until i tasted the remnants of the sugar cookie on my own lip, licking it. i shake my head, furrowing my brows. “no, why?” 

“then kiss me,” his demand was more of a plea, his eyes frantically searching mine. he leaned in again and i dodge, resting my lips against his neck to kiss. a frail groan escapes him and i whisper in his ear. “i think you’ve had enough sweets and treats lately, no?” he pulls back, looking at me in confusion before looking at the box of cookies next to me. 

“fuck. you’re still mad about that?”

i frown, nodding with a slightly pouted lip. he chuckled half-heartedly, pressing a kiss to my forehead before trying to kiss me again for a third time to double-check how serious i was. his small smile dropped, his hands now under the shirt i wore and planted on my upper thighs, thumbs circling my skin slowly. i was almost distracted as he spoke to me with deep care and restraint. 

“i’m sorry, i really am, petal– here, let me make it up to you,” my eyes flutter shut, a small gasp escaping my lips as he kissed my neck gently, forcing me to lean back onto the counter. i let him kiss me for a minute, nearly losing my head in the way his tongue flicked against my skin. i’m sure he felt my thighs twitch almost shut as i tried not to show any sign of caving. i shake my head, “what makes you think you deserve a treat that easily?” my stern demeanor forces a sigh from him, his hands now lifting me to carry me to our room. 

i don’t retaliate, enjoying the short lived ride. he places me on the bed, where i cross my leg over another and fold my arms, looking up at him. he stands in front of me, lost as to what he should or could do. he surrenders his hands, descending to one knee and shifting to both on the ground. his cold, firm hands find my legs again where he rubs to get anything at this point, i shake my head and remove his hands from my thighs. 

yunho looked up, his eyes filled with need for me to drink in with every word that left his lips. “what i did was unforgivable,” he pandered to the seriousness of the crime he committed to me, “i understand. and i want you to let me make it up to you.” his hands pressed together and met at my ankles. he leaned down, groveling at my feet to kiss the top of my feet, placing another one on my ankles. his face pressed against my legs, his head now leaning onto me as i played with

the strands of his hair before tugging on it. i pull his head to angle upwards at me, smiling at the deprivation evident. he was practically drooling from my scent alone, biting his lip to tempt me. 

i leaned down, watching his eyes shut as our noses stood side by side, lips preparing for an embrace that never came. i look down at him through hooded eyes, watching his pretty eyes flutter back open up at me. 

“if you want me, you can handle being a good boy for me then?” 

his adams apple responded with a nod before his head did, triggered straight into a headspace deadset on obedience. he watched every move eagerly, starting with my foot that came up to his shirt and pressed against his chest. he sat still, still kneeling on the back of his heels which i’m sure was bound to be uncomfortable soon. good. i raised an eye brow, expecting a reply to which he picked up on with quickness. 

“y-yes ma’am. i can be good,” he didn’t dare to move an inch when i pushed against his firm chest with my foot. “i’ll be good for you.”

yunho makes sure his hands rest on his lap, anxious to touch me but wanting to earn every single touch. his chocolate brown pupils were large in need as i raised one foot up slowly to rest on his shoulder, offering a view under my shirt when i comfortably placed him another foot on his other shoulder. i hook a finger in the air to signal him closer, his view much closer and my scent much more prominent especially after showering. he closed his eyes for a moment, relishing it all with much restraint. 

he looked so pretty this way as much as i adored the size difference with him hovering over me all the time. much of the time i didn’t dare to look him in the eyes to not provoke him. but now i could provoke him as much as i wanted– even if it broke him. i knew the frustration was about more than the cookies but not feeling heard most of the time, which we spoke about already, and healthily so. but the thought of getting some steam out regarding my frustration with his recent mistakes was more tempting than usual forgiveness. my face rests on his cheek, his eyes looking up, prepared for what was next. his jaw stiffens.

a crisp sound of skin pierces the air. 

“look at you getting hard from this,” i smiled, knowing just badly he must be aching under his pants. “look straight. you don’t get to look at me. look at my panties that you’ll never be able to touch or pull off for the next week.” a huff left his lips, tickling my inner thigh. i slap him again, making sure the blow was not too harsh but enough to rosy his cheeks even more. he was practically salivating, his eyes trained on my underwear that dampened at the sight of him in this

state. it never took much for me to react to yunho in need– or generally. surely, there was some sort of science to this because it was like he could smell my own need threatening to leak from the lacy black cotton i wore. 

he mutters a small plea, looking down. i force his head back straight, playing with his hair. he sat, trained like a dog waiting for a bone– once a puppy with no restraint and no discipline. i knew that it took one word for him to break form and ravage me in all the ways i wanted, but i couldn’t just yet. i know how badly he wanted to adjust himself so i allowed him.

“fix it,” yunho shamefully bows his head, positioning his hard on otherwise as if it still wasn’t threatening to burst. his sweats were starting to reveal a dark stain on the front from what i could only assume was precum. 

i smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead as he did earlier in the kitchen. i played with hair some more, telling him about my day. he listened attentively, eyes still glued straight. i could tell he was trying not to look up at me as much, his head tilting instinctively when i told him about how badly i wanted him to come home. i give him a look, placing my hand on his cheek to forewarn him, delivering another slap. he moans this time, his body jolting in pleasure this time. the stain grows, darkening with the look in my eyes. 

i’m throbbing at this point, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of me, taking me for his own pleasure even if it was from hearing me say his name. my lips fix another command, “strip.”

i gently let my legs drop, biting my lip when he stands up and over me once again. knowing how much stronger and bigger he was than me was the cherry on top, truly. he could just have me and i would take it. but knowing yunho, he was much more dedicated to pleasing me more than physically, understanding that taking it would be only driven by greed. the same greed that landed him in this position in the first place. 

finally, he removes his boxers, my bottom lip caught by my teeth as it sprung angrily. i remove my panties, which he fails to notice with his head down. his hands moved to cover himself, embarrassed by how turned on he was after being slapped around and spoken down to. “come, sit.” he returns to his former stance, my legs draping over his shoulders again. he shuts his eyes tightly, face flushed with lust, his blush consuming his face and revealing his need. i place my heels against the back of his shoulders to hook him closer, forcing him to sit up and come face to my crotch. “look at me,” his head tilts up. his eyes are watery with need, his adam’s apple bobbing again. 

“you want it?” he just nods, my face displeased with the response. 

“yes ma’am. i need it, please,” his voice breaks with desperation. 

his chest rises, our eyes locking and breaths syncing. “fetch.”

he pulls my hips forward and i lean back to catch myself as his tongue delves into the concave of my desire. my breath hitches, a gasp elicits from the feeling of his groans purring against my skin. he didn’t waste any time leaving hickeys on my thighs again, simply burying his face into me. the tip of his nose rests over my clit, his inhales and exhales brushing my skin. 

“oh– fuck,” i breathily moaned, pulling his hair away to give myself a moment to adjust. he didn’t budge, the attempt only strengthened his hold on me, his blunt nails digging into my skin. all i could do was lean my head back and try to focus on not cumming this quickly, his sounds begging the drops of pleasure to drip straight from me and into his mouth. 

my heart was beating out of my chest, whines exhaling with my attempts to breathe. he responded with moans, not daring to touch himself. he scoots closer to the edge of the bed, lifting one leg up to hold as it trembled in his hand. he had both of my knees now to my chest, his lips now kissing the back of my legs. he spreads my legs again for a moment to look at me, begging to kiss me with his glossed lips. i nod, pulling him down onto me with our hips flushed together. his hips rutted against me, a shaky groan gracing my lips. 

he only rubs the shaft against me, allowing me to lubricate what i hadn’t decided would go inside of me yet. and he knew. he waited, pleading against my lips, waiting for permission to have me. i shake my head, watching his face contort in a depraved hotness. he begs again this time, needier than before, his voice whiney and broken although he hadn’t said much since we left the kitchen. his kisses found my neck, making a home in the crook. a string of whines and moans come out, muffled into the sheets and me, mixing with my breathy teases. 

“you’re so cute like this, you really can’t fuck me unless i let you, hm?” he shook his head, noisily protesting my antagonisms. “and usually you just take it. but you can’t this time, right?” i hummed, smiling in between breaths. he shakes his head again, his hands digging into my sides as he pace quickens between my folds that only hug the underside of his shaft. 

“it sucks not being able to have what you want when you want it, doesn’t it?” i run my fingers through his hair, cooing as he whimpered and signaled that he was close. “i bet you want to cum inside, don’t you?” he nodded, his whines turned into soft cries and gasps. yunho was never left this ruined, and the thought of it shot his pride so deeply– but that didn’t matter right now. i press a kiss against his temple, the friction against my clit bringing me closer. i knew that this would be much more satisfying for the both of us if i let him in but i wanted to see just how badly i could make him beg. what he said shocked me, he lifts himself.

“i’ll let you have me like then whenever you want, i promise. i’ll give you everything. every part of me, i’ll let you break me over and over– i’ll always love it. i’ll always want this– want you. please, let me inside, please.”

the plea twisted my stomach and i grabbed a hefty amount of his hair, my body betraying me in the moment from his voice. he feels my walls grip onto his member, pulsing and pushing out my slicked pleasure with a soft moan. “yunho, oh my god,” he quickens, softly grunting and becoming rough with his speed. his sanity was long gone, evident in the ways he desperately groped me, settling for my hips as he drove himself past my folds over and over. my eyes twitch shut, jaw slacking as i let out encouragements. the wet sounds of our skin rubbing together was criminally lewd. “every part of you just sounds so good.”

his voice crumbles, a whine escaping between thrusts until he realizes i didn’t tell him to cum. he asks, keeping the same speed, hoping to earn mine first. and that he did. my head pushes back into the sheets, back arching as i dug my nails into his forearms. i felt a deep groan leave my throat, small gasps in response to the immediate overstimulation following the orgasm that washed over my body. my feet were cold in shock, hands steady on his arms as i looked up at my boyfriend with approving glances. “cum for me.”

my voice sends him over, affirmations stringing him through his orgasm as he gasped from the initial release, allowing the multiple spurts to paint my stomach and chest. the warm ropes of his essence were thick and puddled over my skin as if he built up a lot over the last couple of weeks, and i realized that we hadn’t had sex in so long from our busy work schedules, leaving him pent up. finally, he draped over me, mindless of the sweat and cum transferred to his own body. it was only momentarily before he got up and fetched a warm towel to wipe us up with. 

“you did so good, baby.”

yunho pouted, crawling into bed to engulf me in his arms. i kiss his cheeks, chin, and chest lovingly as he squeezes me tightly for comfort. “you’re evil,” he mutters. “and perfect,” he exhales through his nose, breathing in my smell from the top of my head once more. he hums, feeling drowsy from a heavy release. i rest my hands on his chest and peck his lips, playfully nipping at his collarbone.